The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-12-08


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There vas u bottle GA my df''s'''E
Table. and urDfrrd your Hm" I':l@'"
ou it; hut don't thini There ""N ANY
llu@ inside except water.
nrurod jumped up aud down WI iHi
did YOU do with IT, he roar'd.
Il lu,, il to Katie, and t"ld 'nr T."
ask ,ou If YOU Wanted 1t, and II YOU
didn't
pcnrnd lcfl an overturned char !"
bIuyc his trail. he burst into the
Kitchen and Katie Was there. hH'"i"E
over the sink.
Where's my snnk"T
ooh. Lord" walled Katie, clutchlnG
nj her heart.
"Whnt'd You do with my sna-n-k"!
what did / whatY'
"In bottle" he beloved. MAR
coret gave You my bottl" with my
Sna-a-ake In II! l want my Snnke
There wasn't any snake in 1t. said
Katie. "Thcrc wasn't nothin In IL.
Miss Marg'rut says the bottle had your
name on II. and I should ask you did
YOU want IT, and | showed it To l'tlia
and she says she wants II to put
some sirup in It, and l wouldn't let hcr
have it till asked you. and You come
In, and | started to ask You what Ter
YOU wanted II, and you says Cat fur
to make kitten britchrs with ana
went on upstairs, and So
"Where IS it?" shouted P"nrod
hoarscly; and even In this agony or
suspense marked that the clock stood
at 90 minutes Of II. what did you
do with my snnke?'
II never saw no snake. DO you
think I'd "a touched it II thered a
been any sn-"
"Whcres my bottlei" demanded the
frenzied boy.
Here" said Katie. diSengaging the
empty bottle from the towel with
which she was drying It, You didn't
seem to care enough about ii to answer
me. and I poured the water out, so
Della could use it. There wasn't
nothing in it at all-eXccpt hair that
must "a fell in it somehow, and went
down the sink when poured the wa
ter out"
PcnrOd ran amuck.
With a maniacal yell he struck the
bottle from her hand aud fled toward
the front part of the house. In the
In
which had recently been adopted by
his mother for good luck" having fol-
lowed her on the street. A really In
telligent cat would have fled from Pen
rods path at highest speed, but this
one came running to him, hopefully. 1t
proved to be the most important mis-
take Of the young cats life.
To one maddened with outrage and
injustice, and suffering with the agony
Of having Just had his hearts idol
poured down the kitchen sink. the
sight of another PERSONS pet--safe,
pampered, and wearing pink ribbon
was merely Grazing. With glad
cry, Penrod plunged to meet the adj
late. but precisely in time to leave his
extended tail in the feverish clutch of
the maddened boy.
Once, twice, thrice, Penrod swung
that electrified cat in great circle,
with the radius of full arm and half
q tail. The cat swept the air, shrek
ing inconceivably with horror, and at
the top Of its third orbit went SO
high, and so heartily, it brought down
a glass globe from the chandelier.
Startled EXPLANATIONS came from the
parlor, and, following them, the pro-
jectors thereof: Margaret, Mr.. Ethel
bert Magsworth Bits and Mr.. Robert
Williams. They reached the library
in time to see the young cat become
aviator, and, released from hurtling
hand, mount upward and upward upon
invisible currents till it disappeared
through the upper section of Il win
dow, which was down from the top"
Crimson, Infatuated, Penrod turned
upon his dumfounded sister.
"YOu ruined my snake" he bleated.
you watch what ] do to your old gold
fish. :"
He darted out of her OBTAINING fin
gers, and though she pursued, and
Robert Williams pursued, and Ethel
bert MagswOrth Bits pursued, he had
seized upon the bowl of gold fish and
was out in the hall with it before the
hand of manor girl-could be laid
upon him.
On the hall table repOsed two straw
hats; one was Roberts; the other,
which bore the mark Of London
maker, was the hat of Ethelbert Mays
worth Bits.
Margaret, rushing through the door
way, uttered lamentable cutlery. But
Pcnrod Disseminated nothing between
these hats. With a mighty effort he
heaved the bowl of gold fish upside
down and poured water and fish as
equally as he could into the two hats.
Then he threw the empty bowl bold
ly into the stomach Of Ethelbert Mays
worth Bits, his nearest pursuer, and
with great and demented roaring,
dashed out Of the open door and com
eted away into space.
"Ugh!" said Mr.. Bits, and remained
where he was, two hands upon the
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