. St. Nicholas [serial] . d his advice. Let s pretend menwere hunting for us,cried Pauline. And that they cookedus, added Willie. LOCKED OUT. BY ORIAN E. DYER, AGE 14. We accepted Paulinessuggestion, but Williesthought was not taken soagreeably. Just then weheard voices, and all ofus crouched behind Tamil boys walkedpast us with bows and ar-rows, probably intending toshoot birds. When they had passedwe went on up to a littlestream and began were plashing aboutgleefully, when I noticedmy small brother was stand-ing still, intently lookingat something. I followed the directio
. St. Nicholas [serial] . d his advice. Let s pretend menwere hunting for us,cried Pauline. And that they cookedus, added Willie. LOCKED OUT. BY ORIAN E. DYER, AGE 14. We accepted Paulinessuggestion, but Williesthought was not taken soagreeably. Just then weheard voices, and all ofus crouched behind Tamil boys walkedpast us with bows and ar-rows, probably intending toshoot birds. When they had passedwe went on up to a littlestream and began were plashing aboutgleefully, when I noticedmy small brother was stand-ing still, intently lookingat something. I followed the direction of hissaw a chetah. He looked almost as large as a tiger, and generallydevoured only dumb animals. But this fact I did not know. It s a tiger! I gasped; and, seeing that Willieand Pauline had taken to their heels, I clutched holdof Richards arm and followed. We did not stop tillwe reached home. A few days later a chetah was killed in the samewoods, and I excitedly declared, when I saw -its body,that he was the same WHAT BECAME OF THE CREAM-PITCHER. Moses grew to be a fine big cat, and we were veryfond of him ; but, I am sorry to say, he could not betaught to be honest and trustworthy. When we werein the room he would keep off the table and would noteat the food that belonged to the family; but when wewere out of sight he wasliable to do anything. Oneday my mother could notfind the cream-pitcher,which she had placed, halffull of cream, before thepantry window. Mosesslept in a basket behindthe stove; but that nighthe failed to appear, thoughcalled and looked for every-where. For five days hewas absent. One morningmy mother was washingdishes, when through theopen kitchen door walkedan emaciated and despon- PRIZE, WILD-BIRD PHOTOGRAPH. ) zaze and dent gray-and-white cat,with the rim of themissing cream-pitcheraround his neck! It wasMoses. Where he spentthose five days, and whatwere the harrowing de-tails of this second ad-venture, we never knew ;but he never again tookanyth
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