Judge — March 6, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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ae Coesten 1G sane _ Drsen'te As Between A Year “Remember it! The handsomest animal Pve ever wire. “| just arrived in New York from Francisco I've tried to buy it. Offered her much more than My name is Smith—Nathaniel Smith.” is worth. And she needs the money. “Well, she’s going to become professional cat fancier. Going to raise cats. There’s money in that.” “Fiddlesticks!”” And the woman who wanted Mrs Gilson’s cat turned away. It was true. Mrs. Gilson had seen an advertisement in a California newspaper offering for sale a famous Persian stud cat. The price was staggering, but that did not matter to her, for she was an optimist. She made up her mind at once. “I am going to write a love letter for you, Popsy-wop,” she purred, cuddl her own Persian, and putting the cat down she went to her desk. She wrote to the owner—a man, by the way. After an interval that should have brought her an answer she began to worry. But there must have been something of feminine magic in her letter. One morning she was awakened before her usual time for rising by a telephone call. “Pardon me!” came in a resonant voice over the Drwen by A. Macume sar we _ Spiritualist (ia hushed voice)—I he medium is now in direct co: Doe anyone wish t there is an apart junication with the unknown. Mrs. Gilson’s heart action was accelerated. “Mr. Nathaniel Smith! The owner of Duke, the prize Persian ‘he same, at your service. And I’ve brought Duke with me.” “Hold the wire a moment, please!”” Mrs was flustered. She was also complimented. She thought quickly. fter such a journey, Mr. Smith’’- she resumed after catching her breath, “you ought to come up and have breakfast with me.” “Oh, I’m an early riser. [ve had breakfast. But——” “But you must come up!””, And she set an hour that would give a pretty woman just risen time to make herself attractive. Surely a man who had proved so gracious must be worth while! Nathaniel Smith sas worth while. He brought Duke with him in a de luxe box. He proved to be a bachelor, though Mrs. Gilson wondered why so attrac- tive a man never had mar- ried. [t turned out that he owned city real estate ‘and a ranch. He fell in love with Mrs. Gilson at sight. She was quite taken with him The Persian cats became a minor and merely incidental topic, but they were cher- ished as bases of a romance. Mrs. Gilson put off — her mourning and became Mrs. Smith. ‘The honeymoon had not passed when Mr. Smith was run down by an auto. The accident proved fatal. He died intestate. Mrs. Smith was inconsolable, yet her women friends declared she had an inheritance to look forward to. And this fact must have spurred her spirit, for she was soon again as optimistic as ever. One day her maid brought her a card. The gentleman was down-stairs. The card son comicbooks.com