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PART I.
One can hardly imagine a lovelier re
gion In which to spend long, serene
summer days in peaceful security, than
one finds on the North Shore. There
nature has given luxuriant forest, bold
cliffs, long sandy beaches, and a wide
soa with a long creaming roller; and
art has added gardens, and lawns, and
so to say. palaces. Life can be as quiet
■es you pleass there; and, although per
haps not always gas', yet gay enough.
There are fast trains for those going
in and out of town, or they can make
their yachts serve their business, and
be at home to dine and drive and see
friends; and then theri are bathing
and sailing and golf and the usual so
cial pleasures at the dwellings ot one
and another, and at the club house of
the Hunt.
You may be sure that they knew how
to make the most of this life at Under
cliff, the home of the Seymours, where
you entered by a mile-long avenue of
beeches, and suddenly the sea burst
upon you. and the long low hous-? that
looked like a lichen on the rock, but,
with Its broken roof-lines and Its deep
piazzas, was the abode of luxury if not
of bliss.
Here the Seymours came ever- year
from their Washington winters, sur
rounding themselves speed!';' with
guests, and, what with coaching and
sailing and music and dancing, filled
their part of th-; place with a gayety
sufficient to itself.
But as even in Eden there was
trouble, so at UndercllfT the affair? of
the kitchen poisoned the paradisaical
conditions, and Hilary, remembering
ah address that had been once given
her by Madame Martinez, telegraphed
here and there; and Mrs. Holcomb, the
housekeeper, being 111, she went up her
self to town to interview the proposed
party who had come to meet her, and see
if the arrangement were practicable.
It was after submission to a very close
examination on the part of the chef,
that she found herself at last at the
Union Station with the object of her
search, very warm and tired and flus
, tered, quite of the opinion that the
world was better off when people lived
in tents and prepared their food out-
Brought Her a Dish of Iced Fruit.
doors on a Are built between two
crotch sticks, and ready to wish she
had been born a gypsy under a hedge.
Three-quarters of an hour were to
be worried through befor? the time for
her train. In all the insufferable heat,
the smells of fruit and stale smoke and
street dust, In the slamming of doors,
the vicinage of unpleasant neigh
bors, the crying of children, and
the perpetual passing of the crowd.
The chef, having deposited his satch
els not far away, sauntered about, and
presently brought her, delicately ar
ranged on a little tray with paper nap
kins, a dish of iced fruit, with which
gome curlou3 and pleasant cordial had
been mingled! which she accepted,
rather weakly, as she felt, but which
she found exceedingly refreshing.
It was while she was enjoying this,
to the accompaniment of the eager in
terest of her nearer fellow-victims in
that multitudinous place, that, glanc
ing up a moment, she met the great
black eyes of Eugenia, who, after nn
instant, rose and gathered her bags and
Joined her.
"What a coincidence!" cried Hilary,
joyously. "I came up to meet the man
whose address you gave me when I
told you we should have to have a new
one."
"Indeed! What good fortune that
I've remembered his name! I never
should, with my poor memory, If it
hadn't happened that I heard the Dcs
Broaees speak of him and his perfec-
THE
SPANISH
SPY
HARRIET
PRESCOT SPOFFORD
tions, and so got his address in case
I should take a house next, winter.
But it's so unpronounceable I should
have called him Simone or Leon or
what-you-please," with a slimy.
"Yes, certainly. But if he is satis
factory I ought to warn you Uiat papa
will never give him up to you."
"Oh, there are others," said Eugenia,
laughing and showing her teeth as
beautiful as seed-pearls. "But it Is
pleasant to see you! I had supposed
you in a hammock down beside a
breaklns wave."
"And so I ought to he." said Hilary.
"But if one has hammocks one must
have people to swing them."
"The old story —servants. Xo won
der I hesitate about taking a house.
And who is your 'preuz chevalier,' may
I ask?"
"Why, the new chef."
"The chef! You don't mean so! They
told me he was another Don Quixote.
Why, he looks like the CId!"
"Yes. And I don't know how it will
work. It may not prove easy to give
orders to a Paladin ot Charlemagne.
However. Mre. Holcomb will see to all
that. But. dear me, what brings you
here ' I thought you were to be up
on the Sagucnay?"
"So I ought to be. as you said Just
now. But here I find myself picked
up by a telegram about scarlet fever
that has broken out In the camp, all
guests remanded, all invitations coun
termanded—and I am thrown out on
an unfriendly world!"
"Eugenia Martinez! The very thing!
Come down with me to Undercllff!
We arc lonely as death, to be sure, and
quiet ns the grave—half the men gone
to the war, or in camp—picnicking, I
call it."
"How inviting an invitation! Am I
to come as a philanthropist?"
"As anything! If you only come!"
And she had swift visions of nights
with Eugenia, singing, and the resort,
with that singing, that Undercllff
would become for the Ventnors and the
Ponsonbys ar.d all the North Shore
people, among whom, to tell the truth,
the Seymours were rather new-com
ers.
"But, my love—unexpected—almost
unknown—for your sisters -"
"Oh. that is nothing. They will be
delighted to see you. And papa is nev
er more happy than when I bring peo-
pie home. And as for me " and It
suddenly seemed to Hilary, creature of '
rash impulse that she was, that the
household of Undercllff would be un
abb; to weather the rummer without
Eugenia. "Well, you can imagine,"
she said, "If you wouldn't be a boon
to me, scared to death as I am every
night of my life for fear of a descent
of Spaniard.; on the coast, with those
ships of war of theirs no one knows
where! Oh, I forgot!"
"No," said Eugenia, with sweet grav
ity, "you could not forget what you
never knew. lam not a Spaniard, and
never was."
"Well, perhaps you would bo more
alluring to the fancy if you were, for
the matter of that. But it wouldn't
signify to me if you were a daughter of
Heth. I would keep the secret. Only
come; and you shnll have a hammock
to swing in, and a cart to drive in, and
a boat to moon in!"
"So you think I will refuse such)
chances! Fancy! To tell the truth, I
was really half ashamed to go back. ■
And h-re a season in Paradise—for
I have heard of the North Shore—is it
not? And with you "
"Then you will come? Oh, fine!
That Is agreed. Now we must see
about your luggage. And there is no
time to lose."
"If Madame will give me her brasses
" said a voice at Hilary's elbow;
and she saw the chef's long shapely
hand extended for the checks. Hilary
LOS ANGELES HERALD t SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 24, IS9B.
remembered afterward the quick flash
In Eugenia's eyes, perhaps of surprise,
perhaps of she knew not what.
But the Hash had passed, almost bo
fore she saw it, certainly before she
was aware of It; and Eugenia had giv
en her checks to tho man. who present
ly returned with others, having seen
the boxes wheeled down the platform.
And, picking up his own satchels, he
gathered Eugenia's Impedimenta as
well, and banded them to their places
on the train, arranged the parcels,
dropped tho shade, quite as a matter
of course, all to Hilary s amazement
and Eugenia'l amusement, establish
ed himself at a little distance, and
unfolded the evening paper.
"Well, well," said Hilary, to herself.
"This is a democratic country. He
does not see any reason, I suppose,
that because he is a cook he shouldn't
be a gentleman. And, after all, he is
not a cook in fact, any more than any
of the old 'bons vlveurs' of the Cutlet
Club, who like to oversee the prepara
tion of their dish. Ferhaps htf writes
books, as Brillat Bavaria did. He is
an artist at his 'metier,' probably; and
wo shall have some dinners now to
which we shan't he ashamed to nsk the
Chanters and the De Wlttes, and
Prince Adelbert, if he comes to them.''
For various well-known members of
the foreign legations had taken places
In the neighborhood, and it waa likely
there would be festivity. "And to stand
"You'll be wanting me to have the bay mined for you
in well with the diplomats means a
great deal next winter in Washington
to new people like ourselves," she add
ed, frankly, in her thoughts. "But
how in the world did he know that
Eugenia was madame?"
Hilary's thoughts then rnn on. as the
train began to beat out its noisy ac
companiment. "I am sure she looks as
young ns I. And she is so beautiful!"
And her glance turned rapturously on
the quiet, dark face opposite; for Eu
genia was evidently one of those well
balanced individuals who can preserve
strength and beauty by taking a mo
ment of sleep wherever It can be found.
"I suppose," thought Hilary again, "he
has been chef in some house—at some
legation—where he has happened to
see her." For Madame Martinez had
been quite the toast in Washington
during the previous winter; and even
the servants In a house could take note
ar.d make rumor of her beauty and her
toilettes; and when she sang, without
doubt the interior passage-ways of
houses had their listeners. And she
sang so divinely, that, for that alone,
she might have been a welcome guest
anywhere In point of fact, the sing
ing was not equa*. to a prima-donna's;
but it was the singing that off the stage
seems equal to anything upon it; and
if it could not be sustained for any
length of time no one was the wiser.
There were envious people who said
curious things about Madame Martinez
—that she had been a lady's maid—that
she had been a minor opera singer—
but no one could tell where or when;
and so they shrugged their shoulders,
and said It was incomprehensible, but
they must acknowledge she was the
fashion.
It was generally rumored also, but
not certainly known, that after she
had divorced her second husband, she
bud resumed the name o;' her first hus
band, a gentleman who had been
charged with a delicate mission from
the court of Spain to this country, at
least so Eugenia said; and it was
through some report of this sort that
she had become a part of the diplomat
ic circle, or at any rate, supposed to
be upon its outskirts, as it were, where
questions were not always In good
form. She had never gone to her hus
band's home, she once told Hilary, but
had divided her time between England
and France and our own shores, but
nothing was known exactly concerning
her finances.
Hilary had been attracted by her
portrait in a studio, and then she had
gone wild, after her fashion, over the
beauty of the woman herself, when
she met her, and subsequently had
been thoroughly enchained by her sing
ing; for Hilary was an enthusiast in
music, as in everything else, and so it
chanced that she held herself now pe
culiarly fortunate in having secured
such a prize as this for a season.
So with her two prizes she stepped
out at Bankside; and a groom drove
the chef up in the meadow-brook, and
sent the victoria down for her; and
she and Eugenia drove, at the latter's
suggestion, through the woods and
around the lovely region an hour or
so, to dispel remembrance of the city,
the crowded cars, nnd the cinders and
smoke and heat, before they returned
to Undercllff, and to tne welcome there
which always awaited any friend that
Hilary chose to bring—for her sister,
Louise, a rather faded blonde, who
knaw social values, was enraptured to
have Madame Martinez for a guest;
May was glad of anything to ensure
gayety; and her father, a worthy man
who had made his fortune himself, and
was determined to enjoy it himself, be
ing piensed with Eugenia's exquisite,
dark loveliness and grace, and still
more pleased with the dinner, with
Which M.the chef sent in word that It
was but a sketch, on account of the
late hour of his arrival, and that to
morrow he should do justlco to himself
and to Al. Seymour.
Madame Martinez, who traveled
without a maid, declined the services of
Hilary's; and later that evening un
folded and disposed of her parapher
nalia, wrote some letters which she
herself saw into the mail-bag. and then,
having freed her long black hair, she
lay back in an arm chair of the little
sea-balcony of her room and slowly
and delicately smoked her cigarette,
whose perfume mingled with the fresh
cool breath of the sea, with its hint of
salt, and closed her eyes as if so far all
went well.
"It is no use trying to do anything
this summer," Louise Seymour was
saying to Hilary the next day at lunch,
when Eugenia came into the room,
having had her coffee and roll In bed,
and meeting the family again for the
first time. But Louise stopped to gaze
at Eugenia in her white gown and
scarf. "You radiant creature!'' she ex-
claimed. "And to think how it is
wasted! Not a man in sight!"
"Thanks'" said Mr. Seymour.
"Papa, you know you ought to be In
town, and so you don't count!"
"I shan't be in town while Adolphe,
or Alphonse, or whoever furnishes me
such a 'macedolne' as this is for
lunch!"
"And I'm glad of that," said Hilary,
"for to tell the truth I don't feel safe
here one second."
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Seymour, as
well as he could for the "macedolne."
"I didn't want to come anyway. I
begged not to leave town so early. I
was sure the place was dangerous. I
had nothing but nightmares for weeks
before we left. And to be here entirely
unprotected as we are, with nothing
under heaven to defend ourselves if a
Spanish privateersman should cast an
chor off the reef!"
"Don't be a simpleton!" muttered her
father. "Vou'U be wanting me to have
the bay mined for you."
"I wish to gracious you would, papa,
if that would do any good! I know the
Spanish licet must be coming this way
—and it stands to reason. I know I
should send them up if I commanded
the Spanish side."
"And that's the reason?"
"Just think of the chance they have
from Bostor, to Portland and beyond
from New York to Bangor. Why, any
little privateer could land a party to
cut our throats in the night and make
off with enough plate and jewels from
the houses along the shore to set up a
small kingdom in business,"
"Hilary, you talk like a fool!" growl
ed her father. "If the servants hear
you we shan't be able to keep one on
the place. But, all the same, you act
ed like a wise woman yesterday in
bringing home this cook," he added,
toothsomely.
"Papa, you insult him. He is a
chef."
"A distinction without a difference,
the results being the same."
"But, really, you don't mean that you
bring your jewels and plate down to
this lonely region," said Kugenia, sip
ping her sauterne. "I never would in
the world."
"Not all, of course. Poor dear mam
ma's diamonds, and the rubies, are in
the safely deposit in town; and so are
tiie pearls, because of the sea-air and
the damp. But then Louise and May
and I have our own jewels here, such as
they are "
"Such as they are, indeed!" exclaimed
Mr. Seymour.
"Oh, I don't mean any aspersion on
them, papa dear," laughed Hilary.
"They're altogether too fine to be kept
down here for a boat-load of Spanish
cut-throats to make off with. And
there's the silver in the safes —thou-
randsof dollars'worth—and over at the
Ponsonbys' there's a whole service of
gold platters and covers and salvers
and plates and cups—why a fortune!
And there's -"
"I'll have John sleep in the library
with a gun on each side of him "
"John! He would be more afraid of
the gun than of the Spaniards!"
"Well, there are the grooms and "
"You might as well bring In the
horses."
"The chef, then."
"You know he sleeps In the cottage
down the avenue, a quarter of c «lle
away."-
"And I don't suppose he'd bo any
good, If he uidn't."
"Oh yes," began Eugenia. And then
a slow flush darkened her face.
"I mean," she said, "any man
"On the whole, I think you'll have to
depend on this right arm," said Mr.
Seymour. "For there doesn't seem to be
any other man "
"I'm sure I smelled a cigarette late
last night," said Louise. "And 1
thought then that some one "
"That was my cigarette," said Eu
genia, calmly. "Oh. I ought to have
known! Here Is a New England fam
ily! But it is a habit—When I was in
Cuba "
"Oh,tell us about Cuba!" cried May.
And with the words, Eugenia burst
into tears.
"Oh, it wrings my heart!" she mur
mured. "So many 1 know, so many I
love, Cubans, Spaniards, in the old
times —so many days I have spent
wandering In the old casemates of the
fortress of the Cabanas! Oh, why do
we live upon the earth! Only to suf
fer! How many lives In one —oh, if
there were not another life what mock
ery this would be!" And then, of course,
Louise and .May were exclaiming with
regret nnd sympathy, and Mr. Seymour
had poured out a glass of something
fiery—he didn't know whether It was
tobasco or nguadente, if there hud been
such things in the cellaret, and Hilary
had sprung to her side and was assist-
mg nor rrom tno room. And when, la
ter In tho day, Eugenia was seen again,
she wore over her beautiful dark pallor
a sweet melancholy that made her, as
Louise said, perfectly enchanting.
But the next day the gentle gloom
had vanished; and Eugenia, embroider
ing in the morning, driving In the af
ternoon, singing in the evening, always
perfectly dressed, yet always in simp
lest white, was still enchanting. Here
and there in the place she found an
acquaintance, and lunches, dinners, a
lawn party, a wedding, filled the week
in spite of Hilary's complaints of the
dullness.
"How long ngo It seems since I met
you first, Eugenia," exclaimed Hilary,
as they sat on the piazza one night,
watching the moonswale on the wide
water, Eugenia waving her fan to the
air of Senta's song, "My love now pails
on distant seas," as she absently
hummed it half under her breath. "It
was while Jueh was singing that very
song that I happened to turn and
caught those great eyes of yours, burn
ing like beacon-lights for Senta's sail
or.'
"You silly child!"
"You Are the Greatest Relief," said Hilary.
"And I forgot the music and every
thing else!"
"How unfortunate for mo tho fate
that sent you into the world a woman!"
"And the next day you were my vis
a-vis at Madame De Lome's "
"The dear madame—Alas! Yes, I
remember. And the June-sunset-col
ored toilette you wore. I said to Senor
Agullar there was a girl who looked
an eglantine rose with the dew on it."
"Oh, thanks! you were in pale lemon
color that night with white Jasmine
flowers. And your hair was black as
a raven's wing, and your fan was a
raven's wing, I believe. And by and
by you sang from 'Munon.' I had never
heard it. Oh!"
"And I was looking at you. and wish
ing 1 were young and had life before
mp."
"You arc young!"
"liut with so much life behind me!
St. Mnur said once you counted years
not by their number, but by their hap
penings."
"Oh! St. Maur! I suppose he has
gone back to Bolivia. He Is not a Span
lard ?"
"His mother may have been. He,
himself—ls he French?"
"How should I know?" said Hilary.
"I understood ho was from one of the
South American countries."
"Very likely. Hut I fancy that now
he may be somewhere not far away."
"You make me shudder! In one of
those Spanish auxiliary cruisers that
are going to raid the coast!"
"What 'betise!' He was to be sailing
along this way on Mr. Vatiderpool's
yacht, the 'Blackwlng,' If It wan put in
commission. And it was."
"How dangerous! With goodness
knows how many Spanish pirates
round!"
"llless my soul. Hilary," said her
father: "you havo Spaniards on the
brain!"
"Well, It's better to have—my good
ness, Eugenia—papa—oh! look out
there, Just against the moon, the raking
masts, the black hull —And, oh! heav
ens, there Is a boat—lt Is—they have
put off a boats-crew for the shore! Oh,
papa! Louise! This is always what
I have been expecting!"
"Dearest Hilary," said Eugenia, sll
verly. "It can be nothing unfriendly.
It is perhaps the 'Blackwlng' itself. I
should not be surprised—it is telepathy
—they sent the vision before, when wo
were speaking of them —a sort of spirit
ual mirage, you know—truly, I should
not be surprised if that boat's crew
rowed Mr. Yanderpool and the Senor
St. Maur."
"How interesting!" said Louise.
"Don't call him senor, or we shall be
mobbed!" said Hilary. And then, be
fore she could recover her equanimity,
or Mr. Seymour could bless his soul a
sufficient number of times, dark shapes
were moving up the shore, and there
was St. Maur's face, with the moon on
it ns he climbed the terrace.
"You arc the greatest relief!" said
Hilary, hurrying down. "We thought
it was nothing less than Spanish ma
rauders."
"We are as bad." said Mr. Vander
pool. "We landed day before yester
day at a place below here, and It was
rank with poison ivy; and here is tit.
Maur all but helpless with the misery
of it. And we've no doctor on board —
and he said there were friends here of
whom he thought he might take the
liberty of asking help."
"To be sure! To be sure!" said Mr.
Seymour, observing that Hilary had
welcomed him rather warmly.
"Oh, certainly!" said Hilary. "We
are experts In ivy poison here, and
nothing will please papa more than to
prescribe his salt-water baths and
lime-water applications and laudanum
fomentations, and ask every ten min
utes if it is not hotter now!"
"My poor fellow," said Mr. Seymour,
"come right in with me now. Take it
In time—don't waste a moment —I've
been all through it. There's nothing
worse this side of the very warm place."
And he bustled away with St. Maur,
and when he came back, with his pa
tient's wrists bandaged, he had ar
ranged that St. Maur was to remain
for the present under treatment and in
his care. Of course, he said, Mr. St.
Maur had demurred—but there was
really nothing else to be done —and
a friend of Madame's. of Hilary's—he*
should condemn himself if he allowed
him to leave the house In this state.
If the eruption of the poison was very
slight, there was all the more need of
care with the distress so acute. And
moreover, It was to add to the gayety
of nations—his girls had been com
plaining of the dullness. And of course
when Mr. Vanderpool was pulled back
to the yacht, and a box of his belong
ings had been brought back, Mr. St.
Maur was a member of the family.
"1 fancy," he sad In his rather at
tractive accent, "that It is Indeed the
same family—Seymour and St. Maur
being the same name, In fact."
"Oh," said Hilary, "why didn't we
know it before so that we could spell It
that way!"
Eugenia's fan hid her lips. "It Is
not too late," she whispered to Hilary,
whose color mounted like a flame.
And thus Mr. St. Maur remained at
Undercliff; and so agreeable did Mr.
Seymour find him that even on his re
covery that gentleman would not hear
of his departure. And there were riding
parties In the morning, and a gay lunch
later, and afternoon meets on the polo
grounds, and little dances when partners
enough could be arranged; and there
was a musicale, and there were llvln*
pictures improvised, and there wag
some talk of a grand affair In private
theatricals, when certain of the battery
should be back from camp, and Mr.
Seymour, rather bored as he had been,
found his new guest a delightful fea
ture of life—the only drawback being
a slight apprehension of Hn under
standing between him and Eugenia, of
which, to be sure, there was no exter
nal evidence, but which he felt as you
Bometlmes feel thunder In the air, and
Mr. Seymour was now very apprecia
tive of Eugenia's beauty and charm
himself. Undercllff became a gay place,
and there were teas at Rockpool, and
dinners at Hlghcrest, and lawn-parties
at Grasslands, and no one would have
dreamed that war was abroad In the
land. No one, that Is, but Hilary,
whose fear of the Spaniard was scotch
ed, not killed, nnd who used to say that
her main defence now if a Spanish gun
boat came ravaging the region was that
she could play off her guests aB hos
tages, people at any rate of such Span
ish connection that they could perhaps
make terms with any descending force
for the life and liberty of the house
hold.
(TO BE CONCLUDED.)
TRYING IT ON A BEAR.
But He Stands the Test and
Swallows the Dog.
They had a full-grown grizzly bear
chained up at a side-track station a
few miles west of Suit Lake, and as the
I train had to wait for an hour or so
| many of us gathered uround the oap
j tive to get a near view of the most
dreaded animal of the mountains.
There was a man In charge, who ulna
I collected dimes from the sight-seers,
and when he had finished his lecture he
was approached by n callow youth from
Chicago, who llspingly queried:
"Thlr, can I askth you a ques
tionth?"
■ Of course," wns the reply. ..'
"Ith thath a real grizzly boar?"
"It Is. sir."
"And has he losth any of his fierce
ness?"
"Not a bit of It. He was captured
less than two months ago, as I stated
jin my lecture; and captivity has not
: improved his naturally ferocious tem
\ per any. Should he gf:t loose, of which
there Is no fear, many of us would be
torn to pieces in his onslaught, lie
careful and don't get within his reach."
"I think, thlr." said the young man,
after a long look nt Bruin —"I think you
exaggerate the facts."
"Don't you credit his ferocity?"
asked the showman with considerable
dignity.
"No, thlr; I donth. I think you are
living thith crowd taffy, I have a dog
on the car, and I think thath dog can
whip your bear."
"You must be light In tho head!" ex
claimed the now insulted showman.
"Why. man, that bear could get away
with ten acres of dogs and not half
try!"
"I donth think so, thlr—l donth think
so. I think my dog can get away with
him."
"Then bring him out."
"I will, thlr. I will bring him outh
and show you thath your big bear has
got no sand."
He went off to the train, and was
back in Aye minutes with a small rat
terrier from the baggage car. The dog
didn't weigh over live or six pounds,
and there were shouts of laughter as
his master came up with him.
"The bear will make Just one mouth
ful of that thing," warned the show
man, while a score of the passengers
raised their voices in protest.
"Gentlemen and ladles and showman,
it Ith all right—all right," replied the
young man. "You will now thee what
you shall thee."
He put down the dog and shouted
"sick 'em," and the diminutive crea
ture ran straight for the bear. Of a
sudden it disappeared and everybody
began looking around.
"Thir," said the young man to the
showman, "can you accounth for my
dog?"
"I can, sir. He is inside the bear. I
told you how it would be."
"And my dog has been gulped down?"
"Made Just one morsel, sir."
"And the bear didn't run or lie
down?"
"You didn't see him, did you?"
"No, thlr; I didn't. Thir, let me shake
hands with you. I thought you wath
bluffing, but I find you weren't. I
thought my dog could lick any grizzly
bear in the world, but I was mistaken.
Ladles and gentlemen, I apologize—l
apologize to all. It is evidently a real
grizzly bear and not a cow fixed up
for the occasion."
(Copyright, 1898, by the International
Literary and News Service.)
Animals That Drink.
A fondness for intoxicating liquors is
not confined to the human race, for
animals and insects are prone to revel
In beverages which should be shunned.
Nature has her own rum shops and
naturalists know of the toddy tree In
South America, which Is favored by a
certain beetle. When the beetle goes
on a spree he collects forty or fifty
friends and all run their horns through
the bark of the tree, drink the juices,
and after they are quite Intoxicated
may easily be caught.
If dogs are persistently fed brandy
they develop symptoms akin to deliri
um tremens. They are subject to all
kinds of hallucinations, which at first
occur only In the dark. One dog which
was experimented on began to howl at
night as though attacked and would
stop only when a lamp was brought.
Finally the specters began to haunt
him In the daytime and he would tear
around, snapping, whining and fighting
the imaginary enemy.
Parrots will drink and their antics
under the influence are apt to be am
using. There is a well-known woman
who owns a parrot that at some time
in its life learned to drink, and visit
ors and servants would insist on giving
him champagne to see how he would
act. One day his antics were so ab
surd that his mistress said to him:
"You're drunk, sir, and had better go
away!" The parrot slunk off and slept
off his spree. Soon after a visitor came
to call on the bird's owner and scarcely
had taken his scat when a severe voice,
which he recognized as that of his hos
tess, said: "You're drunk, sir, you had
better go away." He took his hat and
fled and his hostess coming in, who
had heard the fatal words repeated by
the parrot, was horrified, wondering
what her caller must think. Her medi
tations were interrupted, however, by
the arrival of a note from the gentle
man, who said he had in truth taken
some wine at dinner, but did not know
the effects were so apparent and wished
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