The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, October 21, 1885, Image 3
A Quarrel.
There's a knowing little proverb,
From the sunny land of Spain; '
But in Northland, as in Southland, ;
la ita meaning olear and plain.
Look it up within your heart;
Neither lose nor lend it?
Two it takes to make a quarrel;
One can always end it.
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Try it well in every way,
Still you'll find it true.
In a fight without a loo,
Pray what could you do ?
If tlio wrath is yours alono,
Soon you will expend it.
JTwo it tukos to make a quarrel;
Oue can always ond it.
Lot's supposo that both aro wroth,
And the strifo begun.
If one voico shall cry for 1 'Peace,"
Soon it will bo dono;
If but one shall span tho breaen.
Ho will quickly mend it.
Two it tnkos to make n quarrel;
One oan always end it.
?Mary E. Van Dyke in Young People.
BROUGHT TO LIFE.
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A. STORY OF OLD PLANTATION DAYS
IN A CKEO LE COLONY.
Fifty dollars a month is not much
s of a salary, but I had arrived only a
fortnight before, and had no acquaintances
in the country; therefore I could
- not presume to ask ror better terms.
My two pupils, M. llabut assured me,
were very well-behaved children; the
girl was just fifteen, already a young
lady, and the ten-year boy wa3 equally
apt at study. After all I was only required
to give five hours a day to
' vw teaching; the rest of my time was al
together my own, to be devoted either
v to work or sleep, as I pleased.
"And remember," he said "your pa-,
vilion is at such a distance from the
family residence that you can feel perfectly
at home there and perfectly
quiet. Of course everybody will treat
you with the consideration due to
your position in the household. You
will observe that my poor old mother's
head is a little weak, but she is the
kindest of souls."
I accepted the situation.
Ombreville is situated on the
heights of Moka. The mule itself
walked quite cautiously up the ascents,
and as I was careful to keep the animal
at a walk on the descents also, I
came to the conclusion that I might
just as well walk. I got down.
Without troubling himself further
about my wishes, my black who guided
the vehicle soon begun to urge his
animal rapidly along the road, which
made a sharp turn at the bottom of a
long steep slope. When I reached the
turn both vehicle and negro had disappeared.
I was all alone. I reckoned
that there was scarcely another league
~,/ to travel, and as it was not quite seven
o'clock, I would be able to be in
time for breakfast.
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It was in April. A threatening
: storm had been growling all the day
before on the other side of Le Ponce
summit; on either side of the road the
J. trees drenched in torrentialraio, shook
>-v down showers of water from the leaves
- with every breath of wind; the water
W' of the ditches to right and-loft ran
wnn a loua murmur under the shadow
of the high grass; the air was fresh
and all impregnated with sweet smells;
the sun still hung at the edge of the
forest curtain; it was a delight to
walk. From the bottom of my heart
I thanked the intelligent black who
had imposed this pleasure upon me,
and I continued on my way.
';v As I walked on I began to dream.
;1/v ' What future did this new land hold
in reserve for me? I had not come to
\ft it with any idea of making a fortune
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<? jvuug iiiuu ui vwentyflve,
I had acquired enough common ,
sense to save me from such allusions)
?but only to earn a good living, and
%'{? %. lay by enough to enable me, when an
old man, to return to France and sleep
vv ,'. at la8t? wider the shadow of ray own
village spire.
Meanwhile, after half-an-hour walk,
& I reached a point at which three
$<? different roails forked off from the
FV-r. main one. One of them, I knew must
7 ' m
lead to OmbreviUe?but which? I
|0r./ invoked the Triple Hecate, tat down
upon a rock, and waited.
3 A negro passing on the run, pointed
. out to me which road to take. Soon I
caught sight of the lofty chimney of
the,sugar-mill?then the house itself,
buried' in a thick grove of mango
. v . trees, and, as I feared being late, I
quickened my step. Under the veran^UQj^iah,
already crowded, I saw people
, rushing back and forward?running,
and no one noticed aoe as I ascended
the front steps except a big fat n egress
crouching at the entrance, who sobbed
and cried with renewed despair at my
coming. There was on the sofa at
v full length, lay a young girl?almost a
child ! Her long, bright hair, all
streaming with water, fell over the
back of the sofa, and had dripped upon
the verandah until a little pool had
' formed rtpon the flags. She was whiter
than ? piece of marble; the riolets
of death were en her compressed lips;
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her lifeless arms lay rigidly straight j
by her Bide, and M. Rabut, on his
knees beside her, was kissing one of
her hands.
Drowned, my dear sir, she got
drowned," said a good old lady of about
sixty years of age, who came to me,
holding out her hand in the friendliest
manner imaginable. "But you have
walked here," she continued; "you
must be tired. Of course you will
take something? Myrtil !"
"Mamma I oh, mamma 1" exclaimed
M. Rabut, raising his head. "You
see," he said to me, with a sob, "you
see she was out bathing; the river sudflnn
1 xt r ac</? nn/1 *p
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His bead fell forward again over
the little white hand, to which his
lips clung.
"Myrtil I Myrtil !" again cried the
good lady, "bring a glass of Madeira
to the gentleman. Or perhaps you
would prefer soraeshing else?"
I questioned the family. The girl
had not been twentv minutes under
water. And yet they had done nothing?had
not even tried to do anything.
I gave my orders briefly?they were
obeyed.
They had laid her on her back. I
lifted her head so that it leaned sMoway
on the left. Her teeth were
clenched. How cold her lips seemed
when I pressed my own upon them I
The poor father, senseless with grief,
allowed us to do as we thought best,
and the grandmother walked hurriedly
to and fro, busy, fussy, always calling
Myrtil, and declaring "the breakfast
will never be ready, and here are all
the people coming 1"
And a carriage in fact suddenly
drew up before the front door'steps.
Two young girls descended with a
happy burst of laughter. I can see
them even now as they stopped, looked,
turned pale, and stood there with
arms twined about each other's waist,
and eyes big with terror?silent and
motionless.
Half an hour had passed. What I
was not that a flush we saw, mounting
to the colorless cheeks. Oh I how fervent
a prayer I uttered that moment
to the good God! And it seemed to
me the arm I held had become less
rigid.
At that moment a horseman came
up at full gallop.
' Myrtil I Myrtil !?take the doctor's
horse to the stable !" cried the good
lady, descending the steps to meet the
physician. "Ah, doctor, I knew it I?
your powder could not do me any good.
mi ?_ ? a % * ?
lutj wnoie mgnt, aoctor, l was in pain.
Ah I how badly I slept 1"
Tlie doctor came directly to us.
"Good I young man !?very good indeed
! That is just what should have
been done. "Come,
come F he cried in a joyous
tone, after a few moments bad passed.
'We are all right now?we shall get
off with nothing worse than a fright!
Why you old coward, have I not already
told you 90. Here ! let me see
a happier face on you 1" And he gave
M. Rabut a vigorous slap on the
shoulder.
Then suddenly turning to me, he
asked:
"But you?where are you from I I
don't remember ever seeing you here
before."
"I came from Brittany, doctor, by
way of Paris and Port-Louis."
"Look!?look I"?he had already
turned his back upon me?"she Is
opening her eyes F
M. Babut involuntarily seized my
hand, and dragged me to the sofa.
She opened her eyes. They were
blue?the eyes I always liked best
"Helene ! my own Helene F murmured
the poor father, stooping to
kiss her forehead.
"Gentle 1 you F exclaimed the doctor,
pulling him back. "Let her have
air, if you please?"
jyi. jnauut arew back, without letting
go my hand.
Myrtil returned from the stable.
"Myrtil I Myrtil !?well, how about
that breakfast? Is it going to be
ready to-day, or to-morrow?"
"Ma foi I I'm ready for it!" cried
the doctor. "That gallop gave me . a
ferocious appetite."
"Why, Myrtil 1?serve the Madeira
to those gentlemen !"
This time Myrtil obeyed.
It was four in the afternoon when I
left my pavilion to return to the house.
M. Rabut came to look for me on the
verandah. "Come," he said, "you can
see her now."
He brought me close to her bed.
Her dear bine eyes still had dark circles
about them; but the blood whs
circulating under the clear skin; for
she blushed at my approach.
"This is he, my Helen?; If It hadn't
been for him" and his voice
choked.
"Djn't fret any more, papa. I am
only sorry about my locket Bo you
think they will ever be able to Ond U ?"
The locket contained her mother's
v ' 'v- * -V * ' * .'
It was barely daylight when I
reached the river. The negro who
had taken her out of the water had
shown me the evening before the precise
spot where the current had carried
her away, and also the place
where he had found her?about flfty
yards further down. .It was a long
narrow basin, shut in by great jararoses,
whose tufted branches met above
and stretched from one bank to tho
other. The pale light, flickering
through the leaves, made gleams here
and there upon the water like the reflection
of molten lead; beyond the
darkness was complete; it looked perfectly
black there.
I dived and brought up three flat
pebbles ! But breakfast would not
be trrHv iint.il t.?n nVlnolf T horl nlan
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ty of time.
By eight (/clock the bottom of the
basin had no mysteries for me. There
was not a single cabot-fish that I had
not disturbed beneath his rock?not a
single camaron that I had not compelled
to crawl backward Into his hole.
But the locket was not there?accordingly
it must be further down. I left
the basin and followed the course of
the stream?interrogating all the
rr\nfa ornlnrfnrr all fKn n ?> rt /??nn I
a wvr?w| VA^/iVliug ?A? VUU UVr UAUCil *7; VjUCO*
tioning every tuft of grass. I was
about to pass on, when I saw a little
serpent, like a thin silk string caught
upon the root of a wild strawberry
plant, wriggling in the current. 1
seized it?it was the locket!
She would not come down to breakfast;
but M. Rabut told me she would
certainly come down to dinner. She
was still a little weak, but that waf
all.
Man is a selfish creature; the medallion
remained in my pocket.
While they were laying the tabl?
that evening, I stole softly into the {
dining-room. When her father had
led her to her seat, and she unfolded
her napkin, she found a little box in it
"What is this? Another of you*
attempts to spoil me, papa?"
But the astonished look of M. Rabut
must .have convinced her more than
his denial.
She opened the little box.
My locket ! my locket I" she cried,
putting it to her lips and kissing it
over and over again. I watched every
kiss?I looked at her out of the corner
of my eye. Finally, her eyes met
my own?she understood. But the
little mysterious beauty did not even
say "Thank you."
And the long and short of it Is, dear
sir, that I never gave Helene, who became
my wife, a single lesson.
Ah, yes, parbleu I 1 taught her 1
how to flwim
The Chinese at Table.
Chinamen consider the stomach the
source of intellectual life, and there*
fore the fattest man goes for the wisest
one. They affect to believe that foreigners
come to China to eat because
they have not enough to eat at home.
It is considered a mark of reGned politeness
to treat a guest or a visitor to
a meal at any time of the day. Only
those Chinamen who have families
take their meals at home; the rest eat
at hotels. Thoy usually have two
substantial meals a day?one an hour
after getting up in the morning, the
other between three and four o'clock
in the afternoon. The well-to-do class
take three or four meals a day. Often
the father alone eats meat, while the
iest of the family have to be satisfied
with rice. Poor families usually get
their meals from street venders. The |
well-to-do ones employ cooks, the lat> j
ter getting their' degrees and diplomas
like men of science. The Celestials
use no tablecloths, napkins, knives,
forks, spoons, dishes, plates or glassware.
Instead of napkins they use
packages of thin soft paper, which also
serve them for handkerchiefs. After !
using they throw them away. Each ,
guest has a saucer, a pair of sticks,
a package oC paper and a minute cup
with salt saucer. The Chinese women
never dine with the men. Everybody |
smokes daring the eating of a forma!!
dinner, and the dinner is crowned by
story or legend narrated by some more
or less known orator. topic of
general interest is discussed at such
dinners; bat a gastronomist who knows
all about the preparing of food re*
ceives attention.
A Generous Little Boj.
"Bobby/' said bis mother, "there
are two pieces of cake in the closet
one for 70a and one for Gracie. The
one on the lower shelf is for you."
Bobby broke for the closet and presently
returned.
"You said that the piece on the _h
per shelf was for me, didn't 70a?" he
asked of his mother.,
"No," she replied, "that is Gracie s.
The piece on the lower shelf is yours.
"Well, I'm very sorry mamma, but I
ate Grade's. But I'll tell you what
I'll do," and a generous light^hone ir.
the clear little boy's eyes, "as soon as
Oracle eomes home I'll give her a part
of mine."?New York Ttom,
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! AGE OF NITROGLYCERINE.
The Deadly ExplosWe in the
Bradford.. Oil Fields.
Many Tons Used Annually in the Ceaseless
Search for Petroleum.
A Bradford (Penn.) letter to the
New York Sun says: "This is emphatically
the age of glycerine," remarked
an oil man, as he pensively
contemplated the ever shifting figures
in the electric indicator in the hallway
of the Petroleum Exchange. "Les3
than two years ago Dr. Roberts, who
invented oil well torpedoes,had a monopoly
of the business. He raked in
several million dollars before his patents
expired, but he spent more than a
million in bringing lawsuits against
unscrupulous persons who infringed
his rights. There was always competition,
though, and all of the Doctor's
money could not crush the daring
men who secretly manufactured and
covertly exploded the glycerine in the
wells after nightfall. Then they were
called moonlighters. Now the business
is free to all. Many moonlighters
were blown to pieces while engaged
in their work. The profits, however,
were so large that men were
found at all times who were anxious
to risk their lives.
"After the Roberts patent expired
glycerine companies sprang up in
every direction. The day after the
monopoly expired the announcements
of a round dozen glycerine manufac
tuiera appeared in me oil country
papers. The era of high prices came
to an end at the same time. In Bradford
alone there are no less than nine
large firms who manufacture and explode
about thirteen tons of glycerine
per. month.
"Never before in the history of the
region has the use of glycerine been so
extensive. For years the producer in
the Bradford field was content to use
fifteen or twenty quart shots. It was
feared that heavier doses would ultimately
destroy the sand formation
and ruin the wells. The enormous
prices charged for large torpedoes in
those days also had a bearing on the <
situation. Torpedoes were quoted as
high as $1,200. For $500 a wealthy
oil man could give his well a good
shaking up. Then glycerine was sold
by the quart. Now oil men buy the
stuff by the barrel. A barrel contains
forty-two gallons, and costs about
CA
1UV.
Bradford's nine firms employ perhaps
fifty shooters. They are kept on
the go both day and night. Last
month over twelve tons of glycerine
was burned in the Bradford field
alone. Eighty quarts, or nearly half
a barrel, now represents the average
shot. Dynamite squibs have in a
large measure succeeded the 'go devil.'
The 'go devil' is a weight which was
dropped at the critical moment on the
firing head of the torpedo, exploding
it The constant enlargement of the
cavity in the oil-bearing rock necessitated
the use of something better, and
that was the dynamite squib. While
the average shot is eighty quarts,
there are many firms who think nothing
of exploding from two to five barrels
of glycerine in a well. The shock
tears out the rock and opens up the
i closured veins erf oil. Th? can* in
which the deadly explosive is trans*
ported about the Held have been enlarged
from six to eight quarts' capacity,
and each shooter's wagon carries
ten cans, or eighty quarts, of the stuff.
"Some wells are treated to pheno cenal
shots. The owners of the test
well in Warren county wanted to
make a big showing. They used over
a ton of glycerine. The earth around
the well trembled and the spectators
were prostrated on the ground. It
was the largest shot on record. A
well which produces from one to two
barrels per day naturally, has its capacity
increased to eight or ten barrels
after shooting. They gradually decline,
and in the course of a few weeks
fall off to their original figures.
'Dollar oil in Bradford, and the
hepvy premium paid for lower country,
1 or white sand oil, is the cause of this
boom in the glycerine market. During
the past six months over fifty tons
of the explosive have been consumed
In the New York and Pennsylvania
oil fields. If oil ever tonches |2 a
I barrel it will pay producers to manufacture
their own glycerine/'
A Miniature Kepnbllc.
9ew people know much about the
independent little Bepublic of Andorra,
which is buried in the- Pyrenees,
and has preserved its independence
and* its own institutions lor nearly
1100 years. A tribute of $192 a year
is paid by Andorra to France^ and $96
a year to Vrgel; it is governed by a
council-general of twenty-four members,
four representatives for each of
the six communes which compose the
republic; there is no public debt, no
Axaiioa. and but little crimes
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PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Wisdom ia knowledge applied.
Goodness Is better than knowledge.
It is the great at whom envy shoots
her darts.
Caution is consistent with the highest
bravery.
The hammer of custom forges the
link of habit.
Any man who puts his life in peril
in a cause which is esteemed, becomes
the darling of all men.
There is nothing so sweet as duty,
and all the best pleasures of life come
in the wake of duties done.
Man is borne along on the tide ol
life like a straw, and. considering all
o "*
things, is not of much more account.
From the gratification of one unnecessary
want spring up half a dozen
others, even more urgent, though lesa
needful.
A tender conscience is an inestimable
blessing; that is, a conscience not
only quick to discern what is evil, but
instantly to shun it, as the eyelid closes
itself agaiust the mote.
If, by instructing a child, you are
vexed with it for the want of adroitness.
trv. if vhu lrnvA npver tHorl if
before, to write with your left hand,
and then remember that a child is all
left hand.
How can a man learn to know himself?
By reflection never?only by
action. In the measure in which he
seeks to do his duty shall he know
what is in him. Bat what is his
duty? The demand of the hour.
The Letter J In Spanish.
A few days since a stranger from
the unconverted wilds of the East,
where tenderfeet attain their highest
state of sensitiveness, came out to Albuquerque
to visit a friend. While
walking along Railroad avenue he said
to his friend:
"There croes a man I met nn at T.a
o . "r ???
Junta,'rv giving the J its natural pro
nunciatlon.
"You mean Le Ilunta," the friend
replied. "That is a Spanish namej
and in that language j takes the
sound of h."
"Is that so? Well, I must try ta
catch onto that."
After strolling along a short distance
further he asked:
"Where are the Jemes Springs, 01
which I see so much in the papers?"
"You should say Haymess Springs
they are over here in the mountains
about sixty miles."
"Deuoe take the language?it break!
me all UD. That's a nrettv hnnsn nvp?
there?that Armijo house, isn't it?"
and again he gave the j its proper pronunciation.
"You mean the Armilio house; yes.
it's a good one, too."
"How in Sante Fe is a fellow goin'
to tell what's Spanish and what isn't
Why couldn't they build their language
accordin' to the original plans ?"
"Oh, you'll soon catch on. You
will find it safest to give the Spanish
pronunciation to nearly everything
here."
An hour later they sat down at the
table of the San Felipe Hotel, and, after
scanning the bill of fare, thestran
ger said to the waiter:
"You may bring me a nice, huicy
piece of roast beef, some pig's howl
with caper sauce, some fricaseed
hack-rabbit, some pork with apple hel>
ly, some boiled potatoes with the hackets
on?uuskuD, you know?some
tarts with currents ja?I mean currant
ham, and, ah, some *'
At this point the waiter swooned
and the guests in the room let out a
roar of laughter that gave the chandeliers
the chills and fever. This made the
stranger mad, and he leaped to his feet
line u crazy man, iook on nis coat ana
threw it down on the floor and stamped
on it and howled:
You fellers are try in' to play mi
for a sucker, but by gosh you've struck
the wrong snag! Whoopee! (and he
jumped up and slapped his fists) I'm
a destroyin' cyclone from Illlnoy, an' 1
kin lick the hull crowd I Spanish? ]
kin sling more Spanish in a holy minute
than Montezuma could in a year 1
Kin I? Well I should ehaculate that
I kin I Let some idiot pull of hit
hacket and hump onto me, an' the first
time I hit'im he'll think he has the
him-hams? Spanish? Oh, I guest
not! My name's Jesemi?I mean
Heremiah Hones from Hacksonvilie,
Jllinoy, an' when my dander's up I'm
a ravin hyena! You played me for
a sucker, but you mustn't hudge s
man by his looks. Whoop, go sound
the hubilee. 8omebody come out and
face me. Let some htm crow galoot
come to the f-ont and criticise inj
Spanish hargon !"
His ' friends got hold of him and
took htm from the room, tod as he
went through the door ha remarked*
"I kin take a hoke, but it makes me
mad fur a la*.o* 'hackasses to try to
play me for a g*?feriej."? Albuquerqu*
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XL.- . Bi
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Comfort*
Host thoa o'er the olear heaven at tti? soul
Seen tempests roll?
Oast thoa watohed all the hope* thoa -would'**!
havo won,
Fade, one bj one?
Wait till the cloud* are past* then raise thin*
eyea to bluer skies.
Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night*
And found no light;
No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the
plain?
No iriend save pain?
Wait, and tby soul shall see, when most forlorn*
liiso a now morn.
uast tnou beneath another's stern oontrol
Bout thy and suuJ,
And wasted sacred hopes and procioas tears?
Yet oalm thy fears,
For thou canst gain even from the bitterest
part
A stronger heart!
Has Fate o'erwhelmed then with some suddea
blow?
Tsf .
But know whon storms uro past, the heavens
appear
More pure, more clenr;
And hope, when farthest from tneir shining
rays,
For brighter days.
Host thou found lifo a cheat, and worn in vaia
Its iron chain?
Hast thy soul bent beueath earth's heavy bona
Look thou beyond;
If life is bitter, there forovor shine
Hopes more divine!
Art thou alone, and does U17 ?<oul complain
It lives in vain?
Not vainly does ho live who can endure,
O, ho thou sure,
That ho who hopes and suffers here can earn
A euro return.
Host thou found naught within thy troubled
life
Save inward strife?
Hast thou found all sho promised thee, Deceit,
And Hope and cheat?
Endure, and tfiore shall dawn within thy breast
Eternal rest.
HUMOROUS.
A bad jury in a law-suit?Perjury.
An epitaph for a boatman: Life ia
oar.
"When a butcher gambles he should
play for large steaks.
The net to catch a man matrimonially?the
brunette.
Is it proper to speak of an insane
vuiuaiiiuu aa cruciieu cniua C
"I like your impudence," a3 a pretty
girl said when her beau kissed her.
If a man is struck by a woman's
beauty, is it actionable as an assault ?
Corn is the worst used of all cereals.
No matter how fruitful it is, it is only
grown to have its ears pulled.
A lawyer who climbs up on a chair
after a law-book gets a little higher
in order that he may get a little lore.
A policeman attacked by cholera
morbus lost so much rest that he was
forced to go on duty again to recuperate.
"Circumstannoa nllnr " nnld on
unsuccessful lawyer, "and I wish I
could get hold of some cases that
would alter my circumstances."
Boy (who does not appreciate
sermons): "Well, I'd just like to know
what preaching's for, anyway ?" Small
sister: "Why. it's to jjrive the sincrera
a rest."
It takes off the edge of enjoyment
of love's young dream when you learn
from your jeweler that Miss L
has been in to learn the value of the
last ring you gave her.
Sir David Brewster's Cat.
Margaret Marie Gordon, writing
from Nice to the Home Chronicle, says:
My fathei, Sir David Brewster, had.
a strong dislike to cats; he said that
he felt Bom )thing like an electria
shock when one entered the room.
Living in an old mouse-ridden house,
I was at last obliged to set up a cat,
but on the express condition that it
never was to be seen in his study.
I was sitting with him one day. and
the study door was ajar. To my dismay
pussy pushed it open, and, with a
most assured air, walked right up to
the philosopher, jumped upon his
knee, put a paw on one shoulder and
a paw upon the other, and then composedly
kissed him! Utterly thunder*
struck at the creatures audacity, my
father ended by being so delighted
mat ne quite lorgot to nave an electric
shock. He took pussy into his
closest affections, feeding and tending
her as if she were a child.
"One morning, some years afterward,
no pussy appeared at breakfast
for cream and fish; no pussy at dinner,
and, in fact, months passed on
and still no pussy. We could hear
nothing of our; pet, and we were both
inconsolable. About two years after,
I was again sitting with my father,
when, strange to sa j, exactly the same
set of droumstances happened. She
was neither hungry, thirsty, dusty,
nor footsore, and we never heard anything
of her intervening history. She
resumed her place as household pet
for many years, until she got into a
diseased state from p*r*?king loo fveely,
it was supposed, of the* aelioacy of
raw flesh, and in mercy she was obliged
to be shot. We both suffered so
inuoh from this seoond loss that we,
ttver bad another domestic pet"
i,iv *