The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-13
Billy Whiskers
By Frances Trego Montgomery.

Seems a very tame place." thought Billy as he slunk along the walk in the Chautauqua grounds where he knew he was not allowed. Guess l might just as well find my way back to-he1loi'' pricking up his ears. Whats that I hear? Musici I'll see what it means" And he hasten ed his steps toward a building a couple hundred yards ahead, whose tall pillars, upho1ding a portico Of colonial architecture, gleamed white even in the darkness of the night
 The hospftable doors stood wide open, revealing spacious room equipped as a chapel of some rel1g- lous denomination where were held devotional services. Evidently meet ing devoted to missions was now in progress. though Billy little realized that fact, for the room was filled with an eager audience gathered to listen to a native worker recently come from his home in far-off China He was just arising to deliver his address when Billy silently mounted the steps and drew up to one of the windows,
  as the doorway was too prominent place for him to occupy
 The yellow man was attired in Or ienta1 costume, queue ana all, ana was such an unusual sight that there | was a general cran1ng of neckS ana @ | shifting in the chairs in oruer to oD- | tain unobstructed views of the speak | er He began in a low, even tone,and | Billy thought him very ordinary teI- | low indeed, except for his squint eyes l and long, black braid until, waxing 1 warm over his message, he thumped | the table with mighty blow to e1n- | phasize a point. Raising his colce' | he threw his arms about wlldly l Down came one foot with a heavy l thud on the platform, and he shook ! a clenched fist in the faces of his | audience.
 l Billy cast a rapid glance around, l expecting some to resent the insult, but not one person moved Instead, | there they meekly sat, Hike ninn1es, l as he afterward described it to Nan | nie, even seeming to lean forward 1 as if to invite another tempest of l hot words to be flung at them. II was not long in coming, either, and when the fellow dared to wave his l fist nadly in the very faces of the | first row of listeners, Bi1ly's wratF rose high.
 1 To think of a Chfnaman daring tt | stand up there and browbeat whole room of American men and women and not one in all the gathering witt backbone enough to retaliate!
 ."For shameT' thought Billy, "I'i teach him the lesson he needs te 1 learn"
 No sooner had he resolved upoi l action that a light leap landed hin inside the room. The brilliant light blinded him for just one brief mo | ment, then he sped down the sid | aisle on his mission. His hoofs mad l soft pitter-patter on the bare foo l and this caused a general stir owe | the audience Tn deed one or tw men occupying aisle seats attempte to grasp his strap, which trailed O the floor as he hurried past then But a quick jerk of his magnificen head freed him each time, and he wa
 gaining momentum now with eac rapid stride.
 Up on the rostrum he 1eaped wit l one bound, lowered his powerful hea and charged. There was a momer
 of oppressive silence, then a simu
 taneous uprising of the people a l they saw the Chinaman taken con | pIetely off his feet at the first shar
 impact of Billy's horns, Off flew h l loose slippers, his queue stood oI
 full length behind, and his fowin
 garments filled with air as up h
 went.
 In the next story you will hes
 the rest of BiI1y's terrible mistake
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