The Slum Cat 
Alley, and Cats come crowding, as of yore, to 
receive their due. 
There are Cats black, white, yellow, and gray 
to be remembered, and, above all, there are 
owners to be remembered. As the barrow 
rounds the corner near the new building it 
makes a newly scheduled stop. 
“ Hyar, you, get out o’ the road, you common 
trash,” cries the liver-man, and he waves his 
wand to make way for the little gray Cat with 
blue eyes and white nose. She receives an 
unusually large portion, for Sam is wisely 
dividing the returns evenly; and Slum Kitty 
retreats with her ‘daily’ into shelter of the 
great building, to which she is regularly at- 
tached. She has entered into her fourth life 
with prospects of happiness never before 
dreamed of. Everything was against her at 
first; now everything seems to be coming her 
way. It is very doubtful that her mind was 
broadened by travel, but she knew what she 
wanted and she got it. She has achieved her 
long-time great ambition by catching, not @ 
Sparrow, but two of them, while they were 
clinched in mortal combat in the gutter. 
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