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the incident and laughed. She was
relieved to think that, after all, there
was only one tiny mouse to get scared
That especial evening the professor
determined to learn his fate. They
were conversing casually, when he
pointed to the mantel. He had moved
the portraits nearer and nearer, until
they were oly a few inches apart.
"I moved those pictures, according
ly as each of my visits seemed to
bring me nearer to you, Miss Fetzer,"
His hostess blushed, showing that
Bhe was aware of the operation as it
had progressed. He drew his chair
closer to her own, and she did not
seem to object.
"Now, how do you think they really
belong?" he submitted. "Won't you
show me? Shall we say this way?"
and he deliberately moved them di
rectly side by side.
"I I like to see them together,
yes," she fluttered, shyly as some
"Let you and I follow their exam
ple," suggested the professor, grown
bold and happy all in a flash, and he
drew her to a true lover's embrace.
STORY WRITER MAKES
HOME AMONG BIRDS
Although known the world over
as the "bird-woman," Mrs. Gene
Stratton-Porter is not an aeronaut,
and "sailing 'round the moon" is
not one of her favorite pastimes.
With camera and notebook, how
ever she has scaled mountains,
climbed trees, tramped through
marshes and woodlands and cap
tured more pictures of rare birds and
studied more curious specimens of
birds than any other woman in
America. Hence to bird lovers every
where the woman whom most people
Rnow as the author of "Laddie" or
"The Harvester" is known merely as
So that she may better study her
little friends of the tree tops, Mrs.
Stratton-Porter has made a ' home
for herself among the birds. On her
estate near Rome Gity, Ind.. she has
built a cabin "Limberlost Cabin,"
she calls it and there in the wood
land, far from the haunts of human
neighbors, she lives and studies the
birds and writes books books in
which birds always have an impor
tant part. If rumors that have come
recently from "Limberlost Cabin"
are true, the Doubleday-Page com
pany wil soon have another Gene
asixs "-.-o -"
S'tratton-Porter story ready for the
o o v
"I never robbed a man but once,"
said the honest tramp. "And then
I was starving. He would not give
me a penny and I couldn't stand the .
gnawings in my stomach any longer.
So I knocked him down and went
through his pockets. What kind of a
haul did I make? Just one little bot
tle, which read on the label: 'Pepsin.
For that full feeling after eating.' "
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