The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-15
Billy Whiskers
By Frances Trego Montgomery.

The poor Chinaman had just set tied on the floor in a huddle after BiIly's pwerful attack when the sec ond butt rolled him over, and then the rapid onrush of his enemy com p1eted the work. for he rolled off the rostrun, where he lay motionless for a few seconds. evidently expecting another onslaught from those dread ed horns, but as it did not come he picked himself up and rushed for the door.
 The cowardly audience that had sat so meekly under the Chinaman's tirade had, with one accord, sought safely in precipitous flight, and the one exit was crowded with people in much greater haste to leave than they had been to come. Billy saw his advantage and followed it up. He pursued the fleeing Mongolian and administered yet another gentle part ing butt, then devoted his entire en- ergies to a portly gentleman who seemed to be trying to direct the hys- terica1 crowd
 Hes coming! The goats coming 9 l cried one little woman, fear in her | voice.
 'EYou're safe. I say" treasured the 1 retund gentleman.
 1 ''But YOU are not,'' thought Billy, l and no sooner thought than there | was a wild scramble. to make room l for the scrimmage as Billy dealt the | fat fellow 8 rear blow that closed l him up like a jackknife. | ''Thud!" sounded his two hundred and fifty pounds, and away fled Billy. | making his escape by way of a win l dow conveniently open. l No need to tell Billy now that dis l cretion is oftentimes the better part l of valor, for he lost not a minute in 1 putting considerable distance between | himself and the scene of his escapade. l Down one street he gal1oped and up another, now lodging between and l now back of cottages the better to | escape all observation if that was l possible
 He heard the cries of hot pursuit | behind him. and now how longingly | he thought of sister Mamie and the l undisturbed peace and quiet Of her | stable. He meant to find her just as l soon as he could. but the roads ran here and there in a most bewildering g | fashion, and soon he had to acknowl- edge that he had lost all sense of | direction. Now his only object was to find a place of safe concea1ment till the chase should be abandoned.
 To this end he skulked around to
 to the rear of a large building that suddenly lomed up In the darkness, and which. he thought. might well
 be hotel. There would likely be an enclosed porch at the back where
 he could hide in absolute safety, he thought. But, as 1n-luck would have
 it, he ran straight into the arms of a big burly fellow who did duty as a
 night watchman for that section of
 the grounds.
 Being a man of quick action and
 of keen wits. he used the club he carried, and delivered a telling blow
 on Billy's broad back.
 Now if our Billy could not pass
 -- an Insult offered to a passive 1 adience, he surely could not over.
 lok anything so personal as this. Sc
 he bumped his back, lowered his
 head, and gave that monster blue l coat a liberal dose of the same rnedi-
 cine the Chtnaman had taken but a | few minutes before.
 CThis was not the end of Bt1iy's
 escapade, as you win sec tomorrow }
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