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self for having acted so imprudently with an entire stranger.
'My husband would kill me and you too,' she said, 'if he caught
us here alone, and I have an idea that he suspects me and is
"All that did not make me feel any too comfortable, but to
tell the truth I would have rather had dealings with the husband
just then than with the hysterical woman in a strange
"Finally I got her quieted enough to sit down and talk sensibly
and she was just beginning to tell me her story-"
Here Smith butted in with the declaration that he was going
to name both the husband and woman, whether Le Mott liked
it or not.
"Wait until I finish, Smith," said Le Mott, "and then if you
know you may tell." That was the only time he had noticed
Smith at all.
"She had just begun to tell me how she feared the vengeance
of her husband, when there was a terrible crash right back of
me and-" Here Le Mott paused a long time and looked steadily
at Smith. "And then I woke up, for a window had fallen at
the head of my bed and ruined my afternoon nap."
At this unexpected conclusion of the story, Smith subsided.
We were all taken in, but Smith was obliterated completely.
A TRUE CAT STORY.
I SEE The Chronicle is publishing a regular series of animal
stories, so I conclude that one that is absolutely truthful
in every detail will be acceptable. My story is about my
personal experience with two cats that for several nights hand.
running destroyed not only my sleep but the ease and comfort
of my neighbors for two blocks around me. Those were, in
appearance, only ordinary cats, but when it came to loud talking
and the use of profane language, they had all other cats I have
ever known backed clear off the boards. They seemed absolutely
oblivious to outside interference when they started a row,
and old shoes, bootJacks, empty bottles and such things hurled
at them seemed only to add to their sense of importance and
they received them very much as a chorus girl receives a bouquet
when thrown on the stage to her; with only a moment's
silence, a side-step and a smile. I know, because I bombarded
those cats' until I gave up in absolute despair.
The absolute depravity and meanness of those two cats may
be seen from the fact that neither belonged in my yard, though
both made free use of it for their meetings and subseqmnt
battles. Often I have heard the big black fellow crying out.
Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young.. Galveston, Texas. The Portal to Texas History. http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/. Accessed February 27, 2015.