South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-04-28
BY NIABEL HERBERT URNER.

Shell be all right" declared War
rem indifferently. Go get your things
on"
Mrs. Stevens went with Helen TO get
wraps When they came back War
rem and Mr.. Stevens were TALKING
about their having dinner down town
the next Thursday.
A sudden scratching sound from the
direction OF the bandbox. They turn
ed quickly TO see Pussy Purrmew' s
head thrust through the lid For a
second she gazed at them wild-eyed,
then as they started toward her. wrig-
gled her body through and dashed
past them out OF the room
Dunn bounded, they stared at the
empty box with the large jagged hole
in the lid Then they all broke into
roar OF laughter. Warren and Mr..
Stevens fairly howled.
We'll, you're mighty lucky it didn't
happen in the subway" gasped Mr..
Stevens. I'D like TO have seen Curtis
holding that bandbox with the cat
bursting through"
But how did she do IT." asked
Helen blankly.
Told you that box wasn't strong
enough" scolded Warren. See how
f;imsy that pasteboard is? Simply
pushed against il and broke through.
that's all. II we had any sense we'd
have known it."
Well how shall we get her home ?"
Helen asked, helplessly. do you sup
pose 1 could carry her in my arms 30
Garry her in your arms?" ridiculed
Warren. You'd hold her just about
two minutes after you got on the
street. Remember the time you tried
10 take her upstairs on the elevator p"
"Pve got it," exclaimed Mr.. Stevens.
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the bedroom and returned with an old
suitcase. "Thisll hold her all right"
How will she get ARP asked
Helen anxiously.
But Mr.. Stevens already had out his
penknife and was piercing some tiny
holes.
\ Hard Chase.
Fine. That's just the thing" as
Warren opened up the suitcase and
her"
But this time Pussy Purrmew was
determined not to be caught Even
Lizzie could not get near her. They
chased her from one room to another
until they finally got her in small
bedroom and closed the door"
"Oh, do be careful-don't hurt herr"
pleaded Helen, as Warren a, last cor
nered the kitten. Just as they thought
he had her she slipped through his
hands and darted under the bed once
more. Again they shooed her out with
an umbrella and again cornered her.
"Oh. dear, she so frightened as
Pussy Purrmew now squirmed franti-
cally in Warren's firm grasp. "Oh, I'm
SO afraid you'll hurt her!"
Now. who's doing this?" grimly.
Where's that suitcase ?" With Mr..
I Stevens help he got her in-and then
strapped up the case.
They got off at last with many
! laughing cautions from Stevens.
The subway was crowded. A man
! gave Helen his seat and Warren stood
before her holding TO a strap with the
suitcase on the floor between them.
7 Suddenly above the roar Of the train
came the unmistakable "meOws" of
the cat They were not the low, re-
fined "meows" of a delicate Persian
kitten, but the loud and rasping back
yard fence variety The passengers
| looked around in startled bewilder-
ment Then they located the sound
Plainly il was from the suitcase
| Everybody began to smile and nudge
each other. Warren pretended not to
notice, but Helen saw his face redden
| furiously.
Warren Is Angry.
Now the "meows" became even
louder. accompanied by the vigorous
scratching. By this time the whole
| car was looking in their direction and
| grinning broadly
"Why. dear, this isn't our station.
as Warren grasped the suitcase and
started off at the next station.
But unheeding he pushed his way
through. Helen followed hastily and
| caught his arm.
"Why, Warren. we don't get of
here"
Yes we do" grimly.
In scowling silence he stalked W
the subway stairs and across the
street TO where a couple OF taxicabS
stood before hotel.
"Oh, you're not going to take q
taxi? ?" protested Helen.
Dear. it's so far down-itIl be sc
expensive"
"Get in" as he held the door open
But can't We go some other
| Get in" he rOared
Helen meekly obeyed. He called VI
the address TO the driver and jumped
in. putting the suitcase down none toe
| gently. Pussy Purrmew was still
scratching and crying in loud and
angry protest.
"Oh. dear. I'm so sorry" faltered
Helen. Il didn't know she could CRY
like that"
Cry? That's a yowl, I'd like &c
pitch the whole darn thing out of the
! window. The next time you get me tC
take a cat anywhere"-with an un-
pleasant laugh-''well, you'll know it,