Page 89 - 1926 Hartridge

The SaJ Death of a Young Kitten
“Mercy,” called Paulilie’s dying kitten from its fPeyerhaeuser, “this Piuharcjcr and Bacon was Fozvlcr than 1expected. What a Cook! and I did not Jczi'cH long enough. 1should ha\’e let it Boyle longer. This is
the end! i\Iy H'Uder days are o\’er and my Sayles are empty. Shoot me with my Beebe gun and let me seek my golden Starr.”
1 hus passed away the precious kitten, and ev'eryone from the tinkers
to the sailors collected for the funeral. But the (jucstion was where to bury her ?
“What Hoe! If you /HJison to me I can tell you something of im- \]K)rtance,” said a Miller in Meeker tones. ” ICikeiihary her at a Goodspeed
if we only had a Biillerfield than this one.”
(ihor goodness Sykes! there is a Green one near the Jl'esllake on the Bi'eckenridge,” said a Baker, “and it has a Hinnpstone too. We can
'Pucker in nicely there.>1
“ I'hat Sims best,” agreed the Smith to the 'Paylor.
So they continued on their IPay, passing many Brooks and JPells with a gentle P'eston breeze blowing. Most of them were P'aring black and were led by the kitten’s mistress Anderson. When they arrix'ed at the spot the Miller cried :
‘‘O’Neil, my good people, for a Moment, and pray without any further Noyes, and let us write a memorial Page to this kitten.”
J. S. B., ’26.
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