The Slum Cat 
Show” had been awarded to the “ thorough- 
bred, pedigreed Royal Analostan, imported and 
exhibited by J. Malee, Esq., the well-known 
fancier. (Notforsale.)”’ Jap caught his breath 
and stared again. Yes, surely; there, high in 
a gilded cage, on velvet cushions, with four 
policemen for guards, her fur bright black and 
pale gray, her bluish eyes slightly closed, was 
his Slum Kitty, looking the picture of a Cat 
bored to death with a lot of fuss that she likes 
as little as she understands it. 
VII 
Jap Malee lingered around that cage, taking 
in the remarks, for hours—drinking a draught 
of glory such as he had never known in life 
before and rarely glimpsed in his dreams. But 
he saw that it would be wise for him to remain 
unknown; his “butler’’ must do all the busi- 
ness. 
It was Slum Kitty who made that show a 
success. Each day her value went up in her 
owner’s eyes. He did not know what prices had 
been given for Cats, and thought that he was 
TRS 
2) CALE §- 
