The Washington times., 1914-02-18
TIMES. BEDTIME STORY
Tins Luck.

-JN was kitten. He lived all
alone and anywhere he could
find shelter He did not know
his mother In fact he had never
thought about her.
The first thing Tim remembered was
trying to hide from a big dog. and he
has been hiding ever since from dogs
and big cats and bricks and brooms-
One day Tim took a long walk, and
after a while he found there was some
thing else in the world besides brick
houses, and high walls and street cars
and noise. for he walked SO far he was
out in a big open lot.
He felt so happy he ran. and then
Tim found trees and houses different
from any he had seen. and best of all
he found a garbage can.
Tim decided that this new country he
had discovered would be a good place
to live, SO he crawjed back of a barrel
beside a board fs/ce and went to sleep.
But this country had dogs as well as
the one he had left, and Tim had
rude awakening. for a big dog barked
right in his face, and il Tim had not
been city-bred and quick to jump he
would have Jared badly.
Tim was on top of the fence before
the dog had recovered from his surprise
at scratch Tim had gwen ms nos
and there he sat. with back up anu
tail bristling with anger at having been
put out of his good bed.
The dog became tired of barking after
,awhilesand went ,awa-. and Inn
Jumped down and trotted off. rot know
Ing and not caring where, so that ne
found something to eat.
This was the beginning of Tim Sood
luck. and he found more as NJ ran on.
for he did not see another dog. ana
when night came on he found a place
under the steps OF a house where some
one had been kind enough to throw an
o,6 bag. and in all his short life Inn
haG never had such a good bed Or such
i nights rest.
He slept until the sun shone IN
through the cracks of the steps 50
bright and warm ii awoke rim, and for
the first time in his life he did not have
to lump and run for his life.
This is a fire country thought Tim.
stretching himself with a yawn. lf
had some breakfast / shoJld be afraid
that 1 had reached the end of my nine
lives. but ! guess | Will nave 10 hunt
for the Ereakfast.'
Tim crawlcd out very slowly from I'M
der the ste ps for he was sure some aw-
full thing was awaiting him OUTSIDE TINS
blissful place.
But all was still. and Tin walked up
the steps and sat down IN the warm
sunshine and made his toilet before hs
heard sound.
was no wav of getting any. and in fact
ho had never tasted milk but lew
times in his life. and tha. was when
some one broke the bottle and Tim was
fortunate enough to get 4 sip before
some one drove him away or he had
been able to steal drink from the
saucer pat down for some cat who had
"A home in one OF the brick houses.
While Re was looking at the milk the
door opened. and Tim ran. but as the
maid only said Hello, Puss. where did
you come from" and did not bang the
step with a broom. Tim rubbed himself
against the steps and purrcd.
Tim had never done much purring,
and he was pleased with the sound he
made. SO he purred again and went up
ons step ana sat down.
The door was open. but the maid had
gene in to get breakfast, and Tim could
smell something cooking.
Tim grew more daring and went up
another step and then another until he
sat on the sill OF the door, ard stin
no one drove him away.
THEN something happened. Tim saw
a mouse run across the floor. and. for
getting everything but that he wanted
breakfast no ran after the mouse and
caught it.
We'll, if this puss can catch
mice said the cook: YOU are a real
cat. not one that waits for your break
fast to be cooked and put on a plate:
nice pussy. nice pussy" she said, call
ing Tim TO her and smoothing his fur.
Now you shall have n nice saucer OF
milk. said the cook. and when he had
finished 1t Tim Crawled under the stove
and went to sleep.
When he awoke he could not believe