The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-06-19

Helen knew that when the stove
smoked she WOULD open that door.
Finally Helen went back to the H.
brary with desperate
Dear, she is NOT in the apartment!
Nora and l are going down to see II
she has fallen out of the window"
Rot! Cats don't fall out of win
dows"
well, she has gotten out some way!
She will freeze a night like this"
Huh. Trust cat to make itself
comfortable"
But Helen already had a scarf over
her head and was now getting into a
long coat Warren threw down his
cigar with muttered profanity.
Well if you must make a fool OF
yourself, suppose | will have to go
with you You and Nora cant be polk
; ing around alone this time OF night.
Turn off those lights! You have got
t. whole blamed show going"
| They first searched the basement,
engine room, coal cellar and laundry.
! Then out to the back courtyard where
Warren used up box of matches peer
ing into dark corners and under some
old scaffOlding.
| "Oh. we must find her-We MUST
! find her" insisted Helen, frantically.
!
her mind filed with narrowing pic
lures of Pussy Purr-Mew half frozen
under some snowy doorsteps.
| Grumpily Warren led the way back
through the basement, out the deliv-
cry entrance and up the street.
oh if it were only light, we might
see her tracks in the snow.
Now look here; we won't pull Off
any PinkertOn stunts. We have car
ried this thing far enough. Now you
come on upstairs
ooh, wait, dear! There is police
man stationed down there. Won't you
ask him.
ASK him what? To call out the re-
serves to find cat?'
Unheeding his sarcasm, Helen dart
ed down the street. Warren followed,
swearing under his breath. The big
officer welcoming a break in the mo-
! notony of his beat, met Helen as she
ran toward him.
Have you seen anything of a cat?'
she painted, breathlessly. Not a
street cat-a real Persian cat-with
long fur"
NO NEWS.
The policeman was most SoilcltOus.
Had he been stationed on that corner
could not have been more concerned.
But, unfortunately, not single cat
had crossed his beat. Apparently a
snowy night was not a popular one
for a feline promenade.
Now, that's enough of this tom
foolery," snapped Warren. Heres
where you go to bed" in answer to
Helen's pleading to look around the
block"
With an anxious face Nora met
them at the door.
Were coming back to catless
home" declared Warren. melodramat-
ically.
Helen turned to him sharply. ooh.
how can you be SO heartlesS?'
think I've been pretty darned good
natured, poking around down there
l after i o'clock. Now you get ready
for bed-quick-no dwadling. III not
{ be kept awake for all the cats in
ChriStendom.
Helen's mind was still torn with
pictures of Pussy Purr-Mew, terrified
shivering and possibly injured. War
rem went promptly and unfeelingly tc
sleep. but she lay awake, planning the
mornings search and wording an ad
vert1sement for the papers, until hel
i thoughts grew confused.
1t was dawn when she awOke, con
scious of a vague sense of trouble
What was it? Then like flash il
, came-Pussy Purr New!
u In an instant she was up. 1t was
almost light now; she would make
another search of the basement before
the house was astir. Being careful not
y, to awaken Warren, she went softly
into her room. But hardly had she
, started to dress, when he called Ou
q peremptorily.
= What are you up to now?'
o "Oh, dear, | didn't mean to awaken
y you! | just want to look through the
! basement again before the delivery
! men come"
n You come right back here to bed
Il You've got cold already, and I'm no
n going to stand for any doctors bills
s And muttering something about want
e ing to wiring that blamed cats neck,
Warren himself got up.
g Helen protested, but he was firm
?. and unwillingly she crept back to bed
v Without waiting to shave, he dressed
with grumbling haste.
!, AS he slammed out the front door
t she longed to follow him, for she fel
y he would not look carefully. If onl,