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W HEEZY was a sparrow, a very
big and strong and more than
ordinary cunning specimen of
that cunning tribe, and he was rather
proud of himself, from his light waist
coat and high clack cravat to the beau
tiful browns of his back and the big
ness of his heavy thick beak, but he
was not proud of the wheeze which had
given him his "nick" name. It was
a distinct disadvantage in the wild. It
drew the attention of his enemies too
much to him; made him too conspicu
ous.
He discovered that someone was feed
ing the tits and robins and wrens out
side the backdoor. He promptly left off
chirping—he could not leave off wheez
ing—and started. And the more he
stared the more surprise took hold of
him.
A fieldfare—one of those big, very
pretty thrushes that have an odd,
laughing cry, and because they only
come to see us in the winter are as
sociated in our minds with frost and
snow—driven to desperation by hun
ger, flew down to a big piece of bread
hat had fallen near a laurel bush.
That was the surprise. Andy of the
puffed-out bird, assembled there in that
white and bitter scene, could have told
him what would happen if be settled
near that bush when the birds wer^
being fed.
Next instant that fieldfare was dead
—slain by the paw and jaw of the
• ginger" cat, who always hid in that
laurel when the birds were being fed,
and was none the richer, as a rule,
since the birds kept carefully out of
'is reach.
More Than a Meal.
Then did Wheezy move. He dropped
instantly like a stone with almost com
pletely closed wings, in that extraor
dinary way which sparrows have, and
ef to share with no other birds, and
landed upon the bread, to snatch up
which, under the dreaded "ginger s"
very whiskers, and remove at top speed
or the orchard. The piece of bread
was a big one, a beautiful lump of
•rumb, a little larger than a walnut.
It was a meal for half a day or more.
Then he sat on a low bough. Just
above a trap, and set up that peculiar
low and wicked chirping which you
may hear when a sparrow curses you,
or the next-door neighbor's cat.
The swearing of the sparrow- is a
very monstrous and annoying sound It
annoyed the cock-robin who owned that
particular corner of the garden, and
with the robin's usual dashing intoler
ance. he flow- straight at Wheezy,
nearly knocking that bird ofT his perch,
and sending him to the top of another
tree near by. After which, the robin
perched on the bough so bravely won,
and sang his song of victory.
But in the middle of it he stoppeM
short. His full, clear eye had fallen
upon the raisins within the trap, and
he liked raisins, and really knew noth
ing at all about traps, for roblnB are
trusting birds. Next moment, he flew
down and hopped inside, and—well, the
top brick came down, and the next time
poor robin issued from the trap w«?s
when the gardener came round ten min
utes later to lock up his sheds for the
night, and then the robin was dead.
Wheezy sat on in his tree top and
chirped.
The gardener, however, swore. Also
he scratched his head, and in his tem
per scattered the bricks of the trap. His
master and mistres, you see. loved rob-
ings and hated sparrows, and things
might go badly with him if he were
caught slaying robins. So he went away
to hide his victim somewhere—In a
rat's hole, I think—and when he came
back a fat Utle cock-sparrow coolly
flew up from among the remnants of the
trap and departed wheezing.
There were no raisins left, and it was
clear that .poor cock-robin had had no
time to eat them before he died.
A Rat Climbing.
That night Wheezy roosted in the
thick ivy which clung to the southwest
side of the house. He did so because
the wind was northeast; had it been west
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Showing the Dangers That Await the Unsus
pecting at Our Great Railroad Stations
1913, International News Serrice
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-TOMORROW
By Cliff Sterrett
Well, Anyway, a Cat Has Nine Lives
Copyright, 1913, Internationa! Mows Serrlce.
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AS A UOHOLE DAY? - WELL HOW
CAN THEY BE, DON'T EVERY DAY
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FISHES
within. . e a scream from the room
banned hoarsely. door!,
D&nged, the window was flung un and
e moke poure<i f Tom it; people
appeared from nowhere, and rushed
about with buckets; there was almoSt
continuously the hlselng sound wh^h
water makes upon fire- onee i"
W heezy lay half stunned upon th/somn-
on the window- still, he saw the r^d
gleam of flames: then the choking smoke
grew less and less: some one went can
tering away on a horse, and more people
came rushing up out of the nigh^and
Wheezy heard a man call uot: *
mntlni al a *v5SJ’ ^ e ’ ve Sot it under
control. A bird woke us up fluttering
^ window or wed have been bum*
t?J°£ e £ t a h 0 J eB * ft ® all right; only a
few chairs and some curtains."
Then Wheezy knew no more •
When he awoke he was in a bia
warm cage, In a big. warm room, with
heaps and heaps of delicacies to eat
and plenty to drink. They had found
FROM C. T. HUBBARD- HARTFORD, COM-
WMAT PART" OF A FISH IS LIKE
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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, MAY 14. 1910.
The Dingbat Family •*
Most of Us Don ’t Have to Make Them Talk
Copyright, 1913. International New* Bar lice.
By Herriman
Old Wheezy