The Monroe journal., 1921-05-20
COULDN'T LOSE HIS CAT
EtEN AFTER SHE MAS DEAD
Fate, Travelng Public and Notorman
Th@art Abandonment Of Body OF
Faithful Pet.

New York. May 2O.-Betsy. a sleek
black cat. Tor seven years the cher.
ished pet of Bill Quigley. the Battery
Ooatman, died on Saturday. She was
oi Indian blood and was born on
board the steamship Heathdene on
the run from Calcutta, where her
mother was purchased by the master
OF the biz freighter.
One cold morning in the winter OF
1918 Bill rowed through a field Of
mush ice. of Red Hook, TO take lines
from the big raft that brought his
black beauty. II was a good Job and
IN addition TO the regular fee the
skipper gave TO Bill one of the litter
OF the prize Indian tabby.
Several times the creature had been
stolen. but always she came back TO
the Quigley household Some times
she went away for the weekend Of
her own yo!ition. and Bill had be-
come reconciled TO her roamings. for
as he often remarked: She always
came back"
In the forenoon OF the Sabbath, de-
spite his high regard for the promul.
cations of the Lords Day Alliance,
Bill undertook the task of disposing
OF the dead Betsy. He wanted to wait
until Monday. but higher authority
in the Quigley household decided that
Betsy would leave early.
II was suggested to Billy By the
head OF the house that a sack and a
small crate bar might assist in Civ
ing the cal 2 decent marine burial
OF in the Narrows. but Bill baked at
this. He pulls an oar six days a week
an dthere was nothing doing on Sun
day Above all. he was charged not
to dispose of the creature under the
sod of the back yard.
"All right" said the boatman to
the head of the house. Leave IL to
me. I'll get rid of Betsy"
He laid the animal carefully upon
a remnant of old table cover and
sewed her up in a neat bundle. Over
this he wrapped a piece of creaseless
and immaculate wrapping paper, tied
II carefully and then affixed neat
shawl strap handle.
Merriment over the success of his.
scheme dimmed for the moment Bill's
grief for the dead Betsy and he saun-
tered cheerfully to Sackett street and
hailed car. He found one vacant
seat and put the package de luxe be-
side him.
At time which to him seemed
psychological the boatman rushed to
the exit with the deigned excitement
of one who had gone by his stopping
place. But there were too many hon
est folk on that car to let Bill get
away without his cat.
Here mister" said a woman. "Ya
left your package" The woman's
ten-year-old boy picked up the dis
guised Betsy and delivered IL again
into the unwilling hands of the boat
man.
"Bill' boarded the next car bound
in the opposite direction. but honesty
on the part of the travelling public
again foiled him and he waited two
hours for change of luck
This time Bill was sure his effort
would be final.
As he entered the car the motor
man. an old friend, nodded to him,
ana Bill mad an excuse TO leave MS
seat and bid him the time of day.
Two negroes who sat opposite riveted
their eyes on the package of the cat.
Bill. observing their affectionate
glances. leaped from the car and went
up side street and set his course
for home
At last his ingenious plan had sue
ceeded.
About one o'clock Sunday evening,
while the boatman was relating to
the head OF the house his experiences
OF the day, the door bell rang and
on the porch appeared the friendly
"Those cons got away with your
package. Bill. but I chased them
block and thev dropped II. Here II Is.
And there II was.