"Yes, but how did they get up and
over in here?" asked the other.
"Must have been on the roof of
the next building," explained Lane.
"Don't you see? There's two big
iron girders leading right under this
window from the eaves of the next
building to strengthen the walls."
"But who has six cats all in a heap
" began the helper, but Lane had
interrupted him. A speculative look
came into his eye as he slammed
down the window sharply.
"I've an idea," .he announced. "You
help me and we'll score the good
opinion of our bosses." '
"What's your idea?" asked the
"Keep the cats here. There's that
old store room at the rear we never
use. Shut the cats in there days.
Feed them good, make them at home.
Let them out nights Why, I'll guar
antee inside of a week we won't have
a rat about the vlace."
"Cats downtown in a big build
ing!" muttered the helper. "Who ever
heard of that before!"
"We have just now. Fine look
ing animals, aren't they? What do
you say to my plan?"
"It's extra work," grumbled his
"I'll guarantee to get you extra pay
"You will? Then it's a bargain."
Now the experiment proved a great
success.. It was not until the end of
a "week that Lane one day with great
pride and satisfaction called the
manager into his department, exhib
ited the cats, contented and comfort
able in their new quarters, and told
He cited the contrast between the
past destructiveness of the rodent
pests and the present security of their
"Why, Lane," exclaimed the man
ager, "you have solved a big problem.
Why don't you go into the business
of renting out those pretty tabbies to
others in the downtown district, who
are tormented with rats as we have,
"Why, say! that's quite an idea,",
pronounced Lane. "I'll really think
"And you can present a bill to the,
house, and a good liberal one, mind
you, for ridding us of the pests."
Lane was thinking over the plan,
and as to the amount of the bill inf
question late that afternoon, when
the scrubwoman arrived on her
weekly round. She proceeded to1
work and opened the door of the"
store room to put her Bhawl and
hood there till she finished her work.
As she did so she uttered an excited"
"Why!" Lane heard her exclaim.1
"Miss Ward's pet cats!" and Lane
bounded towards her.
"What's that?" he spoke. "You
know their owner?" -
"I should think I did!" replied the
scrubwoman. "Its poor Miss Ward
who lives in the next building. She
has nearly fretted herself to death
about them. She doesn't eat more
than enough to keep soul and body
together, but ever since last year she
has fed those cats and kept them'
comfortable. A little time since she
took them for an airing on the roof
and they nlysteriously disappeared."
"Indeed well! well!" said Lane
'It seems that they were the pets
of an eccentric old aunt of herss
When the aunt died all she left was
the cats. Out of respect for her mem
pry that dear girl undertook their
"You interest me," asid Lane.
"Where can I find this Miss Ward and
tell her about her missing property?"
The scrubwoman told him the floor
and room. She went on to tell how
poor Miss Ward was; how illy paid
the work she did in a city office.
Lane went down to the manager.
"It's about the bill for that cat ex
periment," he said. "There's a story
that goes with it," and he told it.
"Poor girl!" commented the sym-
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