Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 8, 1913, Page 2

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Bently hated cats; and he Vs cul of 2 job. “But,” he declared to himself, “this is 1o cold a night for even a worth- less cat to be out.” The Kitten's miserable “me-a-ow!” agiin rose above the shrieks of the stro wind. It sounded as if the vic- last howl before lying down to freeze in the snow. The tenderness of Bent- ly’s heart overcame his long-fostered aversion for anything feline. As he held the door open, the keen wind , drove fine particles of snow over the | rug. The cat's cry sounded across the street. "l could never find it there.” | Bently slammed the door, and crawled up on top of the radiator, which seem- ed to have given up all effort to warm i the room. Fuller than before of the agony of the cold, the cry azain reached Bent- ly's ears. He opened the door. As the snow sifted over his slippers, he heard soft feet patter across the porch, anc a black kitten slipped into | the room. Bently picked the cat up hand. As its four feet dangled in the | air. he examined his guest Ice and i snow still hung in its bedraggled | black fur. The Kitten. grateful for ! 'warmth and attention, bdgan to purr. | Rently drew a chair close to the ra | diator, and put on it, warm side up, | { the cushion that had been on top of the heater. On this he carefully de- | | posited the cat. He settled himself | in the one rocker that scarcely could be said to adorn the room. A whim- sieua! mood stole over him, as he gazed | | at the Kitten, which was comfortably | pushing its cluws into the cushion as it purred loudly. i ‘30 you're out of a job and { #gainst it, too, are you, Puss?" | in one up Puss secmed more inclined to ab- sorb the heat that the radiator had ! begun in honor of the occasion, than to engage in couversation. Bently continued his interrogations and ob- servations, himself beginning to en- joy the situation a8 much as the cat appreciated it. “l don't generally like cats, but 1 believe that you and 1 will be fine friends. That reminds me that we haven't been introduced—but genfuses hate formalities. t0o.” Bently halted in his soliloquy. “l said 1 didn't like cats; but | kunow of some one who does. I'll bet she'd like to have one like you for | a pet. She would call you a beauty, | '.hou;.h I don't quite agree. Would | you like to hear of this person who likes cats?" i For auswer, Puss ceased the ablu- tions that were engrossing her atten- tion, yawned comfortably, jumped trom the cushion to Bently's knee and sat down sociably in his lap. | “Well, by the shades of old maids, 1 do believe you are really interested’ | I must tell you all about her. | “Once upon a time—no, not ‘once upon a time. because she is still very much alive. Ilut it is ‘once upon a time' so far as | am concerned, so we'll let 1t go that way. Once upon a , time, there was a sweet and independ- ent young woman, who lived in a room something like this, only more HOWEIR e 100 BN e o wowal ia it i this very city Her name was Mar- garet. Margaret made her living by writing things for newspapers and magazines. One day, while she was working at space rates for the paper on which | was a reporter. I met her Puss, are you listening? Well, we be- came good friends We became such good friends. indeed, that | went very often to see her, and we planned how we would furnish the flat we were going to have together when both of us were a little more successful - when she had sold her serial and 1 got a raise in salary. “But she Insisted on liking cats, and would always have two or three around to care for | told you a while ago that 1 hated cats. At least | had #1vavs pretended to hate them, so | had come to believe that I really did. “We quarreled the other day about that. Then, some other things went wrong, and we quari:ied worse than ever. That was terrible, Pussy. Yoy must never quarrel with any one you love, By the way, wouldn’t you like to Margaret's picture?” When Bently's voice paused. the kitten looked up and began to purr again "l guess You mean you do Bently reached for the pictyre that | was lying on the table. As he helq j¢ "'up where both could get a good look at it, the kitten stood up ang lightly touched with its own cold noge the ; nose of the image on the card galyt ing in cat fashion. “Then when I went to work, " Bent 1y continued, “I war 80 cut up abou ft. and so out of fix with everything for baving quarreled with her, thy: 1 flunked on an important interview, When the city editor called me for it, I cussed him and he fired me Dop't blame him much, do you, Puss® “l went back to see the girl | wanted to ask her forgiveness, ang wanted her kisses and sympathy tor having lost my job. Her landlady in- formed me that she had moved, cats and all. and hadn’t left any address. That's about all there is to tell, Puss.” Beatly put the sleeping cat back B THAT BLESSED KIHEN‘ tim of the frosty blast was giving its | vu the cushion and went to bed. A soft touch on the cheek awakened him Puss was just starting to walk early. -cross his face. As soon as he was dressed he went out to purchase some milk for kitten and a morning paper for himself. Whil. scanning the “wanteds” for a bosition he might be able to fill, he ran across this: “STRAYED—Small black kitten with a slight scar under left foreleg. Finder will receive reward at Room ¥, No 2042 West Twenty-fourth street.” Taki: * the Kkitten away from the milk it was lapping, he found. the scar “Well, honored Puss,” he exclaimed, “it appearcth that thou hast friends a8 weil us misfortunes. \When | have partaken of my repast, we'll sally forth to seck whom these friends may be.” With the kitten in his arms, Bently strayed out after breakfast for Room 8, No. 2042 West Twenty-fourth street. On the steps he met the postman, who handed him a letter. The kitten, for ~ome reason fathomable only by the minds of felines, gave a leap for lib- erty. bently shoved the letter into his pocket and pursued the cat. He shouted to a policeman ahead. Puss was unafraid of the man with the cop per buttons, and suifered herself to be coaxed into his big hands. The wondering patrolman haunded the Kkit- ten to Bently, who hurried on, after a laughirg word of thianks A sudden idea se 1 hold of Bent- I¥'s brain. "Room 8" indicated that No. 2012 West Twenty-fourth street was & house where furnished rooms were rented. Margaret had moved Who on earth but Margaret would pever advertise for a fool black kitten? He sterted to hail there quicker, on flocting a icab to get but restrained himself that he was out of a | job The surmise that No. 2042 was a roowing house proved true. HBently stood almost trembling as he knocked at Room N It most assuredly would be Mar garet who would answer, he thought. Whit would she say? h opened. The fair sweet Margaret did not greet the young man with the kitten in his arms. Instead, he unable to state his errand: but the old man relieved him of the necessity on spying the kitten. “Oh, you found the black kitten, did you’ Come right in. You think 1t queer that | should advertise for this cat? Not at all. You see, | have been studying cats all my lile, and am writing a great book about the feline tribes The work has made me very poor, though I shall be rich when it is published. For a long time I have been huuting a black cat without a single white hair. They are exceed- ingly rare. | needed such a specimen to complete my book. When I bought this That this was the place where Mar- garet had said she could sell the per- fectly black cat, was the thought that came to Bently. It must have been door Wi ; she that sold it “Pardon me,” he interrupted, ‘“‘but from whom did you buy this remark- able feline?" “From whom did | buy the cat? 1 bought it only yesterday from a young woman.” “Was she tall?’ Bently | snapped in his eagerness. “\Was she tall” | don't see why this young lady should interest you so | much. The cat was the important thing. No, she was short and stout, and spoke as though she were Ger- man or Hungarian.” That ended it, for Margaret was tall, and her pure ll.x.h~h would have 3 1ed the \ :of a colloge pro fessor With the fifty cents the old man had made him take for returning the cat Bently walked slowly down street He was in ne hurry, for there was no work to go to The letter was still in his pocket where he had pushed it when the black Kkitten had escaped from his arms. He bethought himself of it, and drew it out Had he been demonstrative, after he read the letter Bently would have thrown his hat into the air and shout- ed in orthodox story-book fashion. The 1 letter was from the editor who had discharged him “l have just learned something of the unfortunate circumstances under which you were working the last day you were on our staff. Also, I was unduly hasty. You are too good a man to lose. Report for work tomor- row as usual, at $5 more a week sal- Hently was reading the letter a sec- ond time. when a familiar voice spoke behind him. He turned to see Mar garet smiling at him. “Sweetheart,” he blurted out. “I've been wild with trying to find you!' Where are you?" “] am right here, now, dear," laughed. “But my room is No. 2042 West Twenty-fourth street. saw you leaving there a bit ago.” The interchange of affectionate terms told each that there was no quarrel any more. Bently briefly told her what had happened to him. “1 uas just going to mail a note to you,” she began. “I sold my serial for $600—think of it, $600!' And the magazine wants another one | jusl. couldn't go without telling you, even if we did quarrel. 1 was wrong, any- way. Why, Harold. we don't want to go back that way now!" Bently had wheeled around, and was leading her toward Twenty-fourth street. “Yes, we do,” he smiled. “We are going right back after that black kit ten. We will want it in our flat™ she H almost | C LAIMS THE TURKISH THRONE | cooriierss lugenie Palooiogo, wuo ios.ae has documents in her possession which slie suys prove the Byzantine emperors who reigned in Constantinople betor turea by Mohammed IV., and so she luys claim to the Turkish i real name of the “princess” is Mrs. Kmund Wickham, and sh ol on English colonel. 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