The herald., 1917-05-31
A DOG and A CAT
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

turned out the burners of the gasO-
line stove She surveyed her morn
ing's work proudly.
Lifting one platter at time in her
strong, white arms, she carried them
TO a bench on the back deck OF the
housebOat on which the Cardwells
spent four months every summer.
On an island q short distance below.
was Greenglade, fashionable summer
resort, with an immense hotel in it's
center.
Madeline, leaning over the water,
heard a whistle, and listened intently.
There's the steamer with the new ar
rivals at the dock | wonder if Austin
MayCOurt, the muCh-eXpected, is
among them. Here | am up 20 my
ears preserving berries fer mother to
give as Christmas gifts to our rela-
tives next winter. and every other girl
within radius OF ten miles is primp-
ing for the dance tonight"
In few minutes. a figure in blue
silk swimming suit and rubber cap
climbed to the top OF the rail, gave a
little spring and disappeared like
knife blade under the smooth surface
of the water.
Bravo" cried a young man in fan
nels, who had just appeared on the
island shore unseen by the water
nymph. That was bully dive, by
George! Here Krist, come back, SIR
to his dog. But Krist, a big wolf
hound, was in the water headed for
the boat and refused TO turn.
Madeline, swimming under water,
came up on the opposite bank, then
turned and to her horror saw a dog
swimming for dear life toward the
boat My berries" she cried in dis
may and plunged instantly into the wa
ter again. If he gets there first hell
ruin them"
But the dog won the raCei Just at
first, he didn't see the berries, but
kept shifting around for Tai. the Per
sian cat, that Madeline had locked in
the dining room. But giving it up as
bad Job, he returned to the porch,
and, 10, the berries A long, red
tongue shot out and he tasted, he
Tapped awhile. essayed another search
for the cat, and then returned TO sam
pie another platter.
Madeline pulled herself up the
mornings work. She gave a little
scream OF dismay. You nasty. hcrrid
beast, get out of here, lid like to
kill you"
'Krist, here, krist," And this time,
being satisfied, krist went.
Madeline went to the dance that
night in a belligerent mood Now,
dear" admonished her mother, who
had returned, be careful what you
do and say"
"Oh, mother. dear, pigeonhole that
particular lecture, please. That man
had no business to let his dog get
away. I'm sure it was Austin May
court, and that only makes it worse.
goes, and he thinks the king can do no
wrong"
That evening Austin Maycourt
asked for a dance after he had been
presented, and Madeline refused, say
ing she was tired
We'll, Id rather sit il out with you
anyway, if l may" he suggested.
Madeline did not answer.
Il take it that silence gives con-
sent" as he sat down. You see, I'm
anxious to find out what my dog did
today"
She told him briefly and forcibly;
also what she thought of the whole
matter.
But you'll let me pay for the ber-
ries, surely" he cried in consterna-
tion.
You can settle with mother If you
like, but l gave up a good game of
tennis for those berries, and | can't
see that you can help that much
And, dc what he could, Austin could
not make Madeline unbend
The next day Madeline, armed with
her racquet, turned her boat for the
mainland. In the stern sat Tai. the
cat. You must be very good today,
puss. Remember, you owe this vaca-
ton to the cut on your paw that |
want the doctor to see. And while I'm
playing tennis you must take nap
and be very quiet"
So Madeline played in a double set
and Tai. with bandaged foot, slept
near by. But by and by he woke up
and, feeling like exploring. slipped
away unnoticed by his mistress. A
row Of cottages stood across the street
from the court and several windows
were open. Tai leaped through one Of
these. Then Madeline missed him.
"Puss, here, puss! Kitty, kitty, kit
ty, Oh, must find him." she cried.
She left the court and gave chase to
her pet. In the middle of the read she
met Austin Maycourt and bowed. But
before they passed Tai appeared with
something green in his mouth. Austin
leaped for the cat and caught him,
taking a dead bird from his mouth.
It's Peter. My pet parrakeet," he
cried. I'VE let him run over the house
because he was so tame. Poor little
Peter" stroking the lifeless little
bunch OF feathers.