The Slum Cat 
in front of the new building when an old enemy 
appeared, —the Wharf Dog,—and Kitty retreat- 
ed, naturally enough, to the door where she 
had a friend. Just as she neared it, he opened 
the door for a well-dressed man to come out, 
and both saw the Cat with her prize. 
“Hello! Look at that for a Cat!” 
“Ves, sah,” answered the negro. “Dat ’s 
ma Cat, sah; she ’s a terror on Rats, sah! hez 
’em about cleaned up, sah; dat ’s why she’s 
so thin.” 
“Well, don’t let her starve,” said the man 
with the air of the landlord. ‘Can’t you feed a 
ere,” fy 
“De liver meat-man comes reg’lar, sah; ? 2 (\ 
quatah dollar a week, sah,” said the negro, (j { "en 
fully realizing that he was entitled to the extra Nice ge Nag vy 
fifteen cents for “ the idea.” Vf 4 es 
“That ’s all right. I ’ll stand it.” y A LA by 
——— or, ze y 
XII ial (A 
“M-e-a-t ! M-e-a-t!’’ is heard the magnetic, 
cat-conjuring cry of the old liver-man, as his 
barrow is pushed up the glorified Scrimper’s 
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