The Slum Cat 
There is no reason to suppose that she ever 
caught another Rat; but the negro secures 
a dead one when he can, for purposes of exhi- 
bition, lest her pension be imperilled. The dead 
one is left in the hall till the proprietor comes; 
then it is apologetically swept away. ‘“‘ Well, 
drat dat Cat, sah; dat Royal Ankalostan blood, 
sah, is terrors on Rats.” 
She has had several broods since. The ne- 
gro thinks the Yellow Tom is the father of some 
of them, and no doubt the negro is ght. 
He has sold her a number of times with a 
perfectly clear conscience, knowing quite well 
that it is only a question of a few days before 
the Royal Analostan comes back again. Doubt- 
less he is saving the money for some honorable 
ambition. She has learned to tolerate the ele- 
vator, and even to ride up and down on it. 
The negro stoutly maintains that once, when 
she heard the meat-man, while she was on the 
top floor, she managed to press the button that 
called the elevator to take her down. 
She is sleek and beautiful again. She is not 
only one of the four hundred that form the 
inner circle about the liver-barrow, but she is 
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