The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-02-15
Warren Objects to Pussy Permew, But
is Won Over by Her WiIes.

Helen opened the door to a messen-
ger boy with covered basket.
Mrs. Warren Curtis ?" he asked
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Helen nodded.
Sign here. please"
But, what is tim not expecting
anything"
Il don't know, ma am" the boy grin
ned. II was told to handle 1t right
carefully-that's all"
Before she could question him fur
Their he was gene
AS Helen took the basket there was
a curious little sound from inside and
then a distinct meow"
Hurriedly she loosened TIE cover,
tiny gray paw reached up, and then.
with a bound a fluffy little Persian
seemed bewildered, then It ran under
the couch.
In the basket was a small envelope.
for winifred Curtis"
A kitten for Winifred. But who
sent It? There was no name on the
card. STOPPING down, Helen drew out
from under the couch the frightened
ball Of fur and cuddled it lovingly.
"Oh, you dear little thing"
The kitten purred and rubbed
against her. A tiny collar was around
:ts neck, with silver bangle, on which
was engraved, "ussy Per-mew."
PUSSY Purr-mew-Pussy Fer-mew."
Helen repeated it aloud. What dear
name for a kitten
Then she took 1t to Winifred. who
wasplaying with a small. woolly sheep
| on rollers. At first she seemed afraid,
then with a gurglin lauh she put out
| her hand and stroked It's soft fur.
| But the kitten was still shy. and it
struled away and ran under the bed.
Aain Helen went back to the basket
and shook out the piece of pink can
| ton flannel that ,ay in the bottom,
| hopin to find some clew as to who had
sent 1t, but there was none. Who
| could 1t have been? Certainly none
| Of warren's people. for they disap-
proved OF children having live pets.
Della" Helen called into the
kitchen, bring me a saucer OF milk
| There's little kitten in here that
some one has sent Winifred."
"A kitten" Della came to the door
| in establishment. "Oh, amt II a purts
one? Ny, what long hair-I amt never
seen one like that
She brought the milk and the kitten
| Tapped 1t up eagerly, and then pro-
| ceeded to wash it's paws and face with
/ the gravest kitten dignity. Helen
| found a piece of blue ribbon and tied
| a butterfly bow on it's collar. "Oh,
you dear, soft, fluffy, furry little thing
as she put the kitten on a chair and
| adjusted the bow.
| But could she keep it? Would War
| Lot ho hol
approved of pets in an apartment. It
was a very valuable kitten. It's long
I fur and fluffy tail proclaimed that.
1 And IL she couldn't keep it-what
| would she do with IT? Since she did
not know from whom 1t came, she
could not return It.
1 Meanwhile the kitten went TO sleep
IN a chair, trustfully unconscious Of
the uncertainty Of it's future.
| It was later than unusal when War
rem came home and l.e1en could see
that he was not in the best of hume.
| She had fixed a box for the kitten in
| the nursery. and now she shut it up
in there, not wanting him to see it
until after he had had MS dinner,
hoping he would feel more kindly in
| clined.
| stevens fool" he declared. as
| he watched Helen break open a large
| baked potato and fit it for him with
butter, salt and paprika. You know
| warned him not to go into that Low
| ison deal, and now the bottoms drop
ped out of the whole thing, just as I
| said it would"
| And he lost what he put in?' ask
| ed Helen, pushing the potato toward
| l i'm.
| "Of course he lost what he put in
| over five thousand" digging into the
potato with his fork.
| Perhaps you'll want a little more
! paprika, dear; that's stronger than