Betsy Whitefoot 77 
When mistress came home she looked at the 
cat, but did not touch her. She gave Guy some 
money and a bottle and sent him to the drug store 
for some medicine. 
The poor cat was so tired she did not even wash 
after eating, but lay right down on the old door- 
mat. I think she had walked a long while before 
she found a place where she was allowed to rest. 
Before Guy returned from the store she was fast 
asleep. 
Mistress poured some of the medicine on a small 
cotton pad, and placed it by the cat’s nose. Then 
she quickly covered her up with a tub, and Guy 
sat on top of it. 
The cat whined and struggled for a few seconds, 
then gradually her breathing became heavier, but 
in less than a minute she was perfectly quiet. She 
had gone to her long and peaceful sleep, and I 
have no doubt that if she ever sees mistress in that 
beautiful place they tell about, where there are no 
homeless and hungry creatures, she will thank her 
for the kind act which ended her wretched exist- 
ence. 
The tub was not removed till the following 
morning, when Guy improvised a little casket for 
