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Arcor iing to » C!iiue<w |>aj>cr, instead
of Inking a'log nut to walk, a Chinaman
carries a cage, imprisoned in which i, a
bird, and when ho sits down to rest ha
han ~ tho < >gv uplti -i tre- In order to
enj .th ■ m «ly v.hir!» tha bird jtours i
out, Tula I '■'•lt.un'.jr .r- sensible and
nrtqh in Hu pxtic than th'' Amer.can
girl's fashion of carrying a dog about
with her.
A L- kport mm is figuring on a
achem'i for building a boat tor piav.-nger
tr fll through the rapils of Niagara i
river. Hi* boat is to be something after
the style of a catiitnnr in, ninety feet long
and iw nty-onn fret wide, with capacity
for 290 passengers. A company has b:cn ■
form d with a capital of (109,000 to
push the achem -. it is prop >■<■ Ito car
ry the boat back to the starting point by
railroad. The fare will In (!.
The biggest load of saw-logs ever
hauled over aro id in Washington Ter
ritory recently arrived at S-attle. There
were eight' ! n logi rang ng from 24 to
ISO set in length. The longed ones
are int' ii k- i for vi Is’ masts, and one
has a diameter cf thirty-six inches, and
another forty-eight inches in tlio middle.
The latter contains 18,000 feet of lum
ber and the total measurement is about
100,000 feet. Tin ir gross weight is .
about 050,000 pounds, and they are to
b- shipped Io the Atlantic coast,
A London firm of importers has sub
mitted to Queen Victoria, with a view to
n sale, a magnificent diamond, weighing
in its present perfect shape 180 carats, of
the finest water, free from flaws and im
perfections, and of 'Tent brilliancy. It
is said that it surpaa-es in weight and
quality nil the historical diamonds on
record. Home idea of its value c.m bo
guthcre I from the fact that a little piece
sliced off the end to improve its shape,
pr during a brilliant of nineteen carats,
wys at once a >ld for about 4009 pounds
to a men liant.
The propio of California, nnd espe
cially of Ran Francisco, dote as a remark
able fact that p' unies are coming into
use us money. Heretofore the fivc-cent
nickel has bum tile smallest change.
Ten years or mire ago the ten-centbit
was the smallest. San Francisco is to Be
Congratulated on this wholesome change
In trade custom'. The prosp rity of
neither individuals nor of the community
can be regar led as on a sound basis while
either Is careless about littlo things. A '
trader who is unwilling to take onu cent ■
pn fit often repeated, is sure in the end I
t> be superceded by some who will
gladly do it.
. |
A machine for shearing sheep is said
be in successful operation in Australia.
Il is made of brass, in the shape of a
small trowell, nnd is actuated by a tur
bine wheel about three inches in diame
ter, geared into a wheel on which is fixed
a cutter. A comb serves as a guard
against cutting the skin. The steam is
conveyed from the boiler by an India
rubber tube, which is double, having I
one inside the other. The inner one is
the injection, and the space between the
two the ejection. Whi n this machine
is fitted with an attachment by which it ,
will pursue and cutch the sheep, the
honest farmer will bo enabled to do con
siderably more loafing than he does nt
present.
A large trade is done hi exporting
timber from America to Australia, which
gets most of her wood from other coun
tries. In 1885 there were imp rted into
New South Wales nearly 07.000,009 fuel
of timber, v.duo-1 at (2.201,000. Os
this amount 23,000,000 feet were from
the United States, a larger quantity than
from any other country. . New Z aland
comes next in the amount and value of
the import, and British America third.
Norway furnishes the largest share of
dressed timber, and our C maul at Syd
ney. Mr. Gr til i, thinks that this is occa
sioned by the low price of labor in that
country. The im|xirts from the United
States cons st principally of pine and
redwood from the States and Territor es
on the I’ac fie slope. The w m la of
California, Oregon and Washington Ter
ritory rank among the foremost in the
world, aud are < quippe I with the best
and latest improvements in milling
machinery. The sawed timber of the
Pacific slope is often 150 feet in length.
Preparations are being made for i s ship
ment in larger quantitiea than ever not only
to Australia, but J span and other coun
trie*. The men who own timber land
in Australia are very jealous of the popu
lar ty of the American woods and strong
efforts ar- being made to have the gov
ernment increase the tax upon the tim
ber imports. They want the pr sentduty
of 48 cents per I u i I red foot increased to
(1 25 The cx< u«e they make tor want
ing tl.is protection is that the Amer can
wood takes fire too «us ly. It is likely
that this effort will be auccers'ul, and
we will thus lose another very important
.Markit.
A story has been “going the rounds"
from the eastern shores of Maine to the
western Imrler of California to the i-ff-ct
that Mr-. Agamic found one morning in
one of her slipper* a cold, little, slimy
snake, one of six s-nt the day before to
her scientific apouie, and carefully set
aside by him for safety under the led.
fib - screamed: ‘ There is a snake in my
slipper I” Tim savant leaped from his
couch, crying: “A snake I Go xl
heavens I Where are the other five?”
Thia talc was first related of Thales, one
of the earliest of the pre-Socratic philos
ophers, and Ims been applied to every
naturalist who has lived since, and will
be applied to naturalists yet unborn. It
has been translated into eighty-four
languages and 203 dialects, and is a
great favorite of the Dakota Indians, the
Buddhist, Mahatmas and the Maori sav
ages of Australia.
The Brooklyn Union says that “of all
the downright murdcrom localities in
New York, the territory bounded by
Thirty-fourth street, Tenth avenue.
Forty-fourth street and the North
R.v -r is the worst. Two of the places
in it arc "Hell’s Kitchen” and “Sebas
topol on the Rocks.” The inhabitants
maim and murder each other, and every
body who ventures into the neighbor
hood unprotected will probably remem
ber it the rest of his life—if he escapes
with his life. The police have pretty
nearly as much as they can do to pre-
Herve their own lives, and it is not in
frequently the case that one is “done
up,” to use the languag ■ at that quar
ter. It is madness for any one to go into
the neighborhood at night. I tried it
once in the early evening, and my expe
rience was sufficient. It seems as if it
were storming bricks. An effort is to
be mule to evangelize the section, and
the Church of St. Rtphael the Arch
angel is to be erected in the very centre
of it. If the right yierson is not found
to lead in the work, it will be hard to
accomplish the object sou dlt.”
Shopping In Chinas
The foreigner in China who goes out
“shopping” usually loads his “boy,” as
liis native servant is called, with neck
lace' of copp-r “cash,” of which twelva
hundred equal a dollar. They are small
di-ks of metal with square holes punched
out of the centre,through which they are
strung together.
The foreigner enters any shop he pleases
and turns over the wares nt random. The
•hopkee|xr, lint in gaping wonder at the
strange aspect of the “foreign devil,”
does not ask him to buy. But if the
foreigner means business, then there
follows a scene of wrangling and chaffer
ing.
“How much?" asks the customer,
handling some article.
“Ten tollale” (ten dollars).
“Oh!” (moving away) “that is too
much.”
“How much will give?”
“Why, about three dollars."
“Can do! can do I” is the joyful ac
cent.
The next time the foreigner learns to
offer a fifth of the sum asked, instead of
a third.
The chaffering is carried on through
an interpreter, unless both customer aud
trader speak pidgin English. When it
conics to paying, the “boy” takes off one
of the heavy necklaces of “cash," and
unstrings a few hundreds of the clumsy
coms.
There is no gold coinage,and the littlo
silver in circulation is viewed with sus
picion by the small tradesmen. Each
silver coin is fingered, chatted about and
disputed over until the paying becomes
annoying. Th” foreigner, th rofore,
takes his “cash” boy with him.
The Discrepancy Explained.
“Bromley, I'm right in with you. It
will take money, but it will pay hand,
somcly. 1 have <10,009 at interest,
which 1 can call in upon ten days'
notice. If you can command the same
amount ”
"But how is this, D'irringer? Yester
day you made an awful poor mouth. You
said you ha I no bonds, no stocks, no
money ut interest, no "
“Did I say it to you, Bromley?”
“No; but to a stranger who sat just
over there. I wa< by, you know."
"Oh, 1 remember. Well, do you know
who the stranger was?"
i “No.”
“He was the as n'S'or."
“Oh, 1 understand.”— Philadelphia
Cal.
R-storing it Scalped Finger.
A surgeon of Tours, Dr. Thomas, has
recently communicated a very inter siting
fact c m erning the surgery of thefi gers.
A man, while passing over a gate, lost
the whole skiu of one of his fingers, a
ring around on- of them haring g, t
caught between tho gate and iron bar,
an 1 the weight of the man while jumt>
lug having forcibly dragged the finger
through the ring. The ring an I th sk n
remained an entire hour on the gat.'. Dr.
Thomas secured both, and rcintroduc -d
the scalped finger into its normal en
voi pe. Al hough the whole skm di I not
adhere, a g od part of it was restored to
life; ; .nd It is poss.h'e that, if the ope
ration could have been performed earlier,
the result might have ue.-n qaite salisfao
tory. Scirere
Environment.
Can the Wild swan barr el by hawks,
Aud bunted aud chased from rest,
Over deserts and blea < fl -lds driven
From tba quiet of his neat
Where he never may pause a Wing—
Wb-re life liath no clear, cool spring—
Can be flee, thmk’st thou aud su.g,
With broken wing?
But give him his reedy haunts.
His mate, and b.s silent pool.
And bis shadowy lakes that run
To the heart of the forest cool,
And, though bis wing bo broken,
He will suffer and give no token,
Yet leave not a note unspoken,
But low in tho reeds will sing.
—Charlee J. Malley in Literary Life.
A WAYSIDE FLOWER.
They were walking down “Love Lane"
in a gay, chattering procession—girls
with laurel-wreathed hats, young men
l>earing rhawls and baskets, a matron or
two; last of all Stephen Fulton, a child
on either side of him, and in hit arms
little Nanny Forsythe half asleep.
Wherever Stephen went children fol
lowed, led by attraction irresistible as
that which draws iron filings to the mag
net. Grown people could not understand
thia attraction, but the little ones never
mistook about it. Sleepy as she was,
Nanny’s small hand kept patting his
shoulder as they went along, and her
voice cooed words of diowsy endearment
which made Stephen .smile, gloomy as he
felt that day. Each cheerful reply to
the children’s questions cost an effort;
but he spoke cheerily all the same, and
tried to keep his eyes from wandering
forward to where Captain Hallett walked
by the side of Milly Graves, with his
handsome head very near hers, and his
voice murmuring low sentences inaudible
to the rest of tho party. Many glances
were sent back at this couple from those
in advance, for Neal Hallett was the
novelty of the moment, a hero and a
stranger; and the girls, who were only
too well-disposed to pull caps for him,
thought it “quit: too bad” of Milly to
absorb his attentions as she had done all
day.
But, after all, what could Milly, what
could any girl, do, when an all-conquer
ing captain takes up bis position at her
side in early morning and never leavesit
until late afternoon? It is not in girl na
ture to resist such tribute, and Stephanie
Do Witt, in front, was partly justified in
calling it “a desperate flirtation," al
though I fear the pout with which she
spoke was duo rather to amour propre
than outraged morals. But on Milly’s
side it was not all flirtation. For all her
merry, saucy ways, she was a sensitive,
credulous creature, just tho woman to
give “gold for dust,” and stake Lor all
in that unequal barter so common in this
world of misunderstood values.
Her fair cheeks were flushed and her
blue eyes full of shy excitement as they
walked along, talking about—dear me,
whom do people talk about when they
are young and of different sexes? Cap
tain Hallett’s flue eyes said more than his
tongue; his martial mustache seemed to
give point and value to mere nothings.
H i carried a litho littlo cane with which
he emphasized his sentences; now cut
ting the air, now beheading a mullein, in
away which Milly thought fascinating.
And then Love Lane was such a pretty
spot, tho very place to bo eloquent in.
Its winding turns were hedged with
fragrant growths— woodbine, brier,sweet
fern and buy. Overhead the trees met
and clasped in shady arches. Here and
there a pink honeysuckle glinted in the
network of green, or a train of shimmer
ing clematis. The pure primrose light
of a cloudless sunset sifted down through
the canopy of boughs; a light breeze
stirred, full of delicious smells. It was
like an evening in fairy land.
Suddenly a turning brought them to a
fern-clad bank, aga nst which, set in a
frame work of tremulous verdure, stood
one rose of perfect wild wood pink,
poised at tip of a cluster of vivid leaves.
It was like an enchanted queen, Milly
thought.
“How beautiful!" site cried; but even
ns tho words left her lips the restless cane
flew through tho air, fl eked the rose
from it stem, and sent it into the dusty
road, a little whirlwind of broken leaves
accompanying its fall.
“What a pity?” she said,involuntarily.
“It’s only a wild rose, you know," sur
prised.
"But don’t you like wild roses?"
“Oh, yes; but there are so many of
them that it is hardly worth while to
waste sentiment on a single one,” aud
the captain showed his fine teeth in a
smile that was the least bit cruel.
Milly sighed and cast a regretful look
behind. Her gentle nature felt for the
fair despoi.ed thing. But, after all,
there were plenty of wild roses, as Cap
tain Ha’.lctt said, and presently she for
got her sympathy and its cause. Another
mining in the lans brought them to the
village outskirts, and to Squire Alien’s
gate, where tho rest of tho party were
waiting. There were good-byes to say,
divisions to make. Mrs. Allen was in
tent on securing to each person his or
her own basket. Kitty Felton was count
ing teaspoons, Stephanie hunting for a
ni ssing plate. la the midst of th se rc
'carelies Stephen came up witir thi
chddren. He looked weary, and j u
Nanny into her mother’s arms with an
air of relief, disregarding thu drowsy
protest which she uttered.
“W'hat a lovely rose, Stephen!” said
some of the g.rla. “Wh( re did you find
it?”
“In the road,” replied Stephen.
“Somebody Lad switched it off its
stem and left it to die, so we picked it
up.”
“Yes, and Mr. Felton said it was a
shame to treat flower so,” put in a little
boy.
The captain listened impassively, but
Milly gave a half-pained glance at the
flower. “That was just like you,
Stephen,” she said, softly, and
Stephen brightened for the first time that
day.
It seemed to Stephen, looking back,
that his love for Milly had begun when
ho was a boy of five and she was a baby
in the cradle. He could not recollect
the time when he did not prefer her to
al! other girls. At school he was her
knight, his sled, his jack-knife, his help,
always at her service. Stephen taught
her to skate, to row. It was he who
brought her tho first maple sugar, the
first arbutus; he who took her on sleigh
rides, and walked home with her from
church and the village tea parties. Milly
absorbed these services not ungratefully,
but as a matter of c >urse. She had been
used to them from her babyhood, and
could have almost as well dispensed with
sun or air out of her life; but sun and
air being never withdrawn, are rarely
noticed or alluded to. “Dear, good old
Stephen,” she called him. Now, it is
not well for a man to lavish himself on a
woman who thinks of him only as “dear
old Stephen.”
And now Stephen was doomed to
stand by and see a stranger appropriate
the object of this life-long devotion. He
had sown, and another was to reap his
labors. Day by day all that summer
long the glamour grew and deepened.
Captain Hallett’s leave of absence seemed
of the most elastic description, permit
ting him to stay the entire season at Bay
mouth. His mornings, his evenings, his
noons, were spent with Milly. Stephen
sickened at the inevitable gold-banded
caplhat met his eyes whenever he enter
ed the house, and proved his rival in
possession of the field. Milly greeted
Stephen kindly always, but there was t
sense of interruption; he felt himself
a third party. Then he tried staying
away; but that was worst of all, for his
love d not notice his absence beyond a
careless “What ages is it since we saw
you, Stephen?” This state of affairs, of
course, set people to talking, but Milly
was blushingly indignant. “It was hard,”
she declared, “if a girl couldn't have a
pleasant friend without having such things
said." But her pretty poutings and pro
testings made little difference, and it was
generally understood that the affair, if
not an absolute engagement, amounted to
“an understanding,” whatever that may
mean.
At last the long, lovely summer came
to an end, as summers will. Scarlet
boughs Aimed in the forests, go'.den-rod
burned along the brook-sides, the birds
flew, and with t em Captain Hallett pre
pared for flight. His orders had come to
report in Galveston, Texas, and his leave
takings were hurried. The last moment
was Milly’s, and though no one knew the
exact situation of affairs, it was taken
for granted that another year would bring
orange blossoms and a wedding.
Milly’s own expectations were not so
definite. No definite promise had passed
between her and her lover; but she
trusted him and waited brightly and
hopefully. Letters came and went; the
scarlet boughs burned into ashes and fell
to the ground in pale heaps; then came
snow and tho winter, to be in turn
scourged away by the whip of the fierce
New England spring. Still. Milly
waited; but not so brightly now, for the
letters came less regularly than at first.
By and by they ceased altogether.
Weeks passed without a word. Milly,
with visions of yellow fever and Indians
chasing each other across her terried
brain, wrote and wrote again, but no
presage of the real danger which threat
ened glanced over until one day,
opening the newspaper, this met her
eyes:
“At Galveston, Texas, by ths Rev. Pierre
St. Cloud, assisted by ths Rev. Thomas Dix,
Captain Edward Hallett, U. S. A., aud
Blanche Emily, only daughter of the late
Pierre St. Cloud of Pilatki, Florida. No
cards.”
Mrs. Graves upstairs heard’ no sound,
but when she went down M.lly lay on
the sofa white and rigid, tho newspaper
still clasped in her cold fingers. It was
long before her senses came back.
Her mother flamed with anger,
but the girl hushed her with a weary
sob.
“Wo were never really engaged, you
know.”
“Not engaged! Oh, Milly!"
But Milly turned her face to the wall
and said no more.
Baymouih was stirred to its depths
next day by the news that Captain Hal*
lett was married to a Southern lady, and
Milly Graves was down with typho.d
fever. Everyone wanted to help to
urse, above all,to know the particulars.
Such masses of blanc-mange and jolly
were sent in that poor Mrs. Graves was
at her wits’ end to know how to dispose
of them. But no one could readily aid,
not even poor Stephen, who scarcely left
the house day or night, or ate or slept,
till th? crisis passel, uu.l Milly was pro
uounced out of danger.
Out of danger, but it was weeks be
fore she could sit up, and weeks longer
ere she came down stairs, thin, white,
shrunken—4 mere shalow and wreck of
the blooming little beauty who walked
so gayly up Love lane at Ned Hallett s
side not quite a year ago. She was
patient always, and uncomplaining, but
she did not often smile. Perhaps
Stephen won these infrequent smiles
oftener than any one else, and
he counted them ns precious payment
for all time and trouble spent in her ser
vice.
Only once did he see her shed tears.
This was when, hoping to give her
pleasure, he brought in the first wild
roses of the season and held them before
her. Suddenly a spasm passed over her
face, she gave a gasp, turned aside, and
struggled for composure. Stephen
dropped the flowers as if they burned
his fingers and hurried out of the room.
A hot anger shot through him. “He
has ruined everything for her,” he
thought. “Even a rose reminds her of
him. Coward that he is. They hang a
man for poisoning the water springs,
why not hang him? though
hanging is too goo 1 for such a villain
as he.”
Natures processes of cure are secret.
It is in their depths that wounds begin
to heat Gradually, as months went by,
the renovating principle worked in Milly.
She resumed her place at home, the lit
tle duties and pleasures, and took up
again the burden of life. She was pale
still, but the paleness infolded a sweet
serenity which was no less lovely than
her girlish bloom. “Milly Graves was
real improved since her disappoint
ment,” certain severe old ladies asserted,
and they were not far from
right. Stephen adored her more
than ever. Two years later he told
her so.
To his surprise, she was neither aston
ished or shocked, but looked in his eyes
with a smile which was sad and tender
and sweet all at once.
“Dear Stephen,” she said, “this is
just like you. Do you recollect the
day in Love lane, and the rose you pick
ed up out of the dust? You are doing
the same thing now, but I am
not worth it, dear,not worth the picking
up.”
“Milly,” said Stephen, trembling with
eagerness, “there never was a day since
I first saw you, and that was twenty-one
years ago, when I didn’t love you be
yond any other living thing. Pick you
up, indeed! Y’ou, my Rose of all the
world! Can you not love me a little bit
in return?”
“Oh, Stephen, I dol” and the fair lit
tle fingers closed over his. “There’s
nobody in the world like you. I always
knew that. It’s only—the others are
so much fresher, you know—fresher and
brighter, and—they might make you
happier than I can. You’re quite sure
you really want me? Then I’ll do my
best. Why, Stephen, how happy you
look.”
“Happy! I should think so, when I’ve
got everything I ever wanted in
my life,” cried Stephen.— PittAurg
Leader.
Wonderful Anatomy.
There are some things familiar enough
to the civilized man which the credulity
of a cannibal of the Pacific Islands re
fuses to take in. Evidently the reflec
tion, “What a piece of work is man!”
has never been forced upon his mind,
though he may often have dined, with
much satisfaction, off a well-roasted
specimen of humanity. Among the
startling stories told of white men in the
Pacific, there is one of an “old hand” in
Fiji, who had a cork leg and who once
found himself in the hands of the na
tives, at a time when they were appar
ently intent upon the preparation of a
meal.
He did not like their looks at all, and
he was very much exercised in his mind
at the sight of an oven, in an active
state of preparation, outside the house
he was in.
However, his presence of mind did
not desert him. He called for food,
which was brought him, and, with a
large crowd wat hing him, he began to
eat heartily. Between every mouthful
he struck his clasp-knife so firmly into
his cork leg that it stood upright. The
natives watched these proceedings with
intense astonishment, and were evidently
much bewildered.
When he had finished his meal he very
deliberately unscrewed his leg, and com
posed himself to slumber. But this was
too much for them; they rushed out of
the house, and allowed him a clear pas
sage to where his horse was.
A Ch nice to Nuve Money.
Patient—Then you think my finger
will have to lie amputated, doctor?
Surgeon—Yes, it will have to come
off.
Patient—How much will the job cost?
Surgeon —Fifteen dollars.
Patient—ls that the best you can do,
doctor? I’m a pocr man.
Surgeon- Yes, fifteen dollars is the
best 1 can do for one finjer, but I will
cut two of ’em off for twenty-fire dollara.
—Xew York Tinm.
IHILDSEX’S (•(H.UJIN.
T > C.aajr uni t.
> immer sun-et give t o m ,.
Tha erim* n ■. low you she 1!
Violet give me of your b uo—
O lose give of your red!
O iwirrot give me all the green
That round your neck is spread'
O thistle give me of your down—
O spider weave me thread!
1 wont to make ac; azy q Ul u
Wor on my dollL’shad.
Good
Queer Birds' A'e.te.
“Oh, papa, see!” cried little Chorli,
Fenton.
H ■ was stall ling in n shadowy path ii
the wood", beckoning to his father
Wiien the latter joined his son he foimj
him in ecstocicz over a bird’s nest. Jt
was a deserted nest; he had it in hi t
hands nnd was clo-ely examining it.
“Isn’t it cute?” he said, his ey.s shin
ing.
It was cunningly fashioned, indeed
nterwoven with small sticks and shreds
of moss, lined with fine hair and beaut’
fully rounded.
“It dropped from a tree, don’t yon
think?” Charlie asked.
“Quite likely,” assented his father.
“Do birds ever usa their nests twice?”
Charlie next asked.
“Borne of them do. Others makes
new nest every year. Some birds are too
lazy to make their own nests, and lay
their eggs in the nests of other birds
How would you like to eat birds’ -nest
soup?”
Charlie looked up at his father to set
whether he was in earnest.
“Birds’-nest soup!” lie repeated, star
ing at the not overly clean structure of
twigs and hair. “Nobody ever eats birds'
nests!”
“They do in some countric , my boy,
and consider them a rich treat. In per
tions of China, as high as forty dollars
has been paid far a ‘catty’ of birds’
nests, not weighing more than a pound
and a quarter!”
“Oh! papa,” Charlie cried in amaze
ment, “Not nests like these!”
“No, not quite. There arc found it
great abundance on the island of Java.
It is a dangerous feat to gather them, ai
they are built against the steep walls el
caverns which can only be reached by
ropes and bamboo ladders.”
“But are the nests not very tasteless!’
asked Charlie.
“On the con trary, they arc pronounced
quite nutritious. They are built of sea
plants, which contain a nourishing sub
stance. I could tell you some wonderful
things about birds’ nests. What would
you think, for instance, if you broke in
through birds’ nests up to your waists!”
“Why, papa, how could I?” asked
Charlie, with a wide stare. .
“Easily enough, in some countries.
All nests arc not built high. The pen
guins are heavy birds, good swimmers,
but miserable walkers. They are net
able to build in the trees, and so they
build on the shores of the sea.”
“Out of what do they build their
nests ?” asked Charlie.
“Well, they seem to be satisfied with
scooping holes in the ground. Each
nest has a concealed road, covered by
the grass, along which the birds travel.’
The two were now walking through
the woods, Charlie carrying the nest in
one hand and holding his father's band
with the other.
“Sometimes,” continued Hr. Fenton,
“these nest-holes are so close together
that sailors sink into them while walk
ing. S :me of them have received smart
blows from the beaks of the angry birds
before they had time to withdraw their
legs. I once read of a sailor who lift a
portion of his trousers behind him.”
Charley laughed heartily.
“That reminds me of the time I med
dled with the old hen,” he said. "She
gave me an awful flopping. You came
and chased her away. ’’
“You were more scared than hurt, my
boy! She fancied that you had designs
upon her little chicks. The bower birds
build a queer nest. It is in the form of
an arch, made by sticking small branches
in the ground and causing them to touch
at the top; first layiug a pavement of
round pebbles. They then decorate
the outside with pearly shells, bright
feathers and every shining object they
;an find.”
“The magpies are fond of bright ob
jects, too, are they not?”
“Yee; so are the crows. When pen
pie lose rings and watch chains the?
often look for them in the nests of thi
bower birds, hoping to find them th' ■
The nests are often more than hree .cd
long, and affords a shady retreat i
vhich the birds can promenade. ,
“And the bower keeps eff the rain
suggested Charlie. ,
“Well, I shouldn’t wonder if it < 1 " 5 ’
replied his father.— Frank Id.
A Great Reseinblauce.
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having been declined by a you .g ilJ f
he paid court to her sister. ,
“How much you resemble your
said he the evening of his fin'-
“You have tho same hair, and the >
forehead, and tho same eye -
“And the same noes!" she »
quickly.
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