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THE AMERICAN EAGLE GIVES LESSONS IN PATRIOTISM RUPERT HUGHES rilE little girl had been sentenced to jail — that is, sho had been kept in her room all day, because there were guests in the house and there had been" n big reception the night before and everybody had sat "up till the early hours and wanted to sleep late the next morning. Hut the little girl had wakened with the new day and it was such a beau tiful sunrise that .she had begun to sing and to cavort and to cut up and to turn unladylike somersaults across her bed and to sprinkle cold water on her nurse Mury's Rleepy. head and to .shout "Hoo-oo! hoo-oo!" to the milk man through the window. When Mary whispered "Sh-h!", and "Keep still, everybody's asleep!" she would answer, "What did you say, Mary?" and "Wha-at!" / Finally, her mother came to the door, looking very drowsy," and whispered, "For mercy's sake, keep .quiet this morning of all mornings!" And the little girl san? out, "All right, mumm sy!" and gave the door a cheerful slam and kept still for nearly two minutes. Then she decided to dress herself and play in the yard, and made so much racket in the bathroom that all the guests groaned. And she shouted down the hall, "Mary, where's my hair rib bon?" Later she fell down stairs , with her arms full of tin pails and doll dishes and got the dog to barkfng, and tried to wake v the little, boy next door by yelling on the front steps till hor father' put his tously head out of an upper window and howled: \^" You : go Inside and keep quiet or I'll" — .Then he, closed the window. She though J breakfast never .would be rrady, | and when at last it was they wouldn't give her 'any.'»-:,. •\u25a0'. friV^:.^-.''- ' : \u25a0 - : "' Her. father wouldn't speak to her, but her mother did— oh, such a talking to! Sjhe said that the little girl had made herself perfectly, obnoxious, or some thing, like, that, .and one of th^ guests had been overheard to say to another. "Why, oh; why. did we ever visit this awful place with that awful child?" ' ; So she was locked in her room. Her breakfast was salty tears and her luncheon was just a lot of things, that are ' said to be > very nourishing, but have" very little:- taste. And her. din ner was, also: nourishing and" nothing else." •:':: And the company had ice cream for. dinner-r—two; kinds — and when she cried because she | didn't get "none of neither," even Mary told her her gram mar. 1 was : bad. , ' \u0084 •'. .„'; But her grammar was, the least'of her troubles and: it .was the unhappiest day of her life since the last time she was punished. , Still, the nert morning, she was so quietlthat the guests thought, the child must have gone away,' and her mother came running to : see j if she. were ill. But she was, just behaving herself.- So she. had a, nice breakfast with the guests, and. they all said, "What a dear, sweet child! So quiet, and such perfect deportment!".' This was so surprising that she had to look at her mother. and wink. She had: not 1 learned to^wink one eye at a time, so "she, blinked both. • After breakfast, she .was put in her best 'bib and tucker and sent out into the park with money to spend " on the goat carriage, the squirrel peanuts, the merry-go-round and the pony-go-round. She thought she'd take a little walk in } the zoo. too. Mary opposed it, of course, and said: > "What's the good of the zoo? There's nothing In it but animals." But the little girl dragged her along.' She: wanted to say good morning to the lions and ask" the hippopotamus if he caught cold when he got his feet wet. "Sure, he's more apt to, be catching cold when he. gets, his feet dry," said Mary. "Doesn't he spend his life in the bathtub?" On \u25a0< the way to the lion house they passed the cage .where, the two solemn old eagles always sat. ' "Looky!" said the littlo girl. "They's three, eagles, there this morning." "Maybe they left the cage open and one "more flew. ln," said Mary. "Humph!"' said the little girl, "I guess If they'd have left the cage open there'd be no eagles at all instead of an extry one." She stared ut the birds a while, then she turned to Mary. "Say, Mary, do you like eagles?" ,"I don't know. 'I. never ate one." "Ugh! I don't mean-that. I mean do you like to see eagles?" "On money, yea— l love 'em," "No, I mean do you like eagles— er— personally?" "I never' mot one. But what's all thl« talk about eagles, anyway?" The little girl was very serious. ,"Oh, I mean that my father says the eagle is our national bird, and we sing about him In school, and they say the eagle 1b tlio king of the air, like what the lion la In the Jungle,. and everybody alwuys talks as if eaglea were wonderful and grand and gorgeous and brave and car rying lambs off, and once in a while carrying off children into the mountain nestu on the great big cliffs, and — " ; "Stopl Stop!" said Mary. "Is it per petual motion you think you're invent "l was trying to say—" "Well, say it and have done. We go home before tomorrow." THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SATURDAY, APRIL lrt, "• 1910.— Tlin JUNIOR CALL \u25a0 "Well, ' I. mean . all those things, 'and yet when you look at; eagles they're terribly disappointing. Don't you think so?" . , • . "I never set any hopes on the ugly fowls, so I've nothing to be disappoint ed over. I wish the only thing I was worried over was eagles." The little girl rebuked her severely. "You're not an American, or you wouldn't talk so." Mary gasped. \u25a0.\u25a0'..."l'm not an American? Who's -been telling you I'm not an American? Of course I'm an American? Wasn't I born in America?" The little girl changed the subject before she "got her hair pulled^ "We were speaking of eagles, please,", she said hastily. "Just look at those birds. They just mope and mope and yawn all the time. And they've got white curtains on their eyes, and once in a while they raise one of the shades and look out and pull it down again. And they've got beaks like tack ham mers, and they're baldheaded and laxy and stupid and — " Just at that moment one of the eagles opened his eyes with a flash and barked and spread his wings and thrust his long beak out like a hatchot, and-the little girl fell back before his ferocity. It was the new eagle who made such an angry outburst, and now he ground his beak as if it were sharp scissors, and he shrieked — "Claws .and feathers, but you ought to be ashamed of yourself for criticis ing a bird right before Its beak.'! /"It's, the fairy detective!" shrieked the little girl, flapping her arms like The Morning Glory's Reward Many hundreds of years ago the queen cf the fairies was lost one dark night in the woods. She had been to h fairy danco. in the dell, when coming b.ome tehe lost her way. Around and iround she went, mile after mile, until ncr tiny fairy feet were all soro and scratched. She had never known the world was so big before. It really seemed aa If , there were no end to tho great, black trees. At last, all tired out, the poor ralrr sat down under v leaf to rest. "Oh," she cried while she rocked hack and forth, "if only 1 could And some place to rest. I'm so very tlr»t *f one of tho ilowers would only wake up and take me in for the night." But air the flowers were fast asleep. None of them heard the fairy queen crying, and they want on sleeping, rocking gently in the night wind. At last the poor queen could stand it no longer, for it was growing cold in the forest and the terrible shadows Of the trees wero Ifke hugo onlmala coming toward her. Getting up, she crept close to a pretty little blue Mower. "Please, sweet flower," she whis pered, "I'm so cold and lonely and afraid in this great, big place. Won't you let me come into your house for the night?" „ ;•> "Why, you poor, poor lady, cried the flower, "how miserable you must be. Come right in and I'll put you to bed in a nice warm bed 'till morning." The tired queen climbed up into the flower and witli a eigli of content let the flower curl the warm, blue petals about her and they fell asleep together. In the morning as soon us the sun was up the fairy queen awoke and Hllpped out of bed. Hhe waited until they had hud their breakfast of dew then she said to the kind flower: "Lu»t night you didn't know who I wings. There happened to be nobody* else passing to think her crazy. Mary was staring hard and her hands gripped the iron rail like a couple of .claws. "Yes, I'm the fairy detective, and I'm pained and shocked and grieved at your behavior." . . The little girl began to cry. "No no-body seems to like my boo-hoo-hoo yior." \u25a0 • "There, there!" said the eagle, flap ping from his perch. "Don't take on. You're- no worse, than the rest. Every body Is exasperating to the eagles." The little girl rubbed her eyes with her fists, an ( j said: "I didn't mean to be impolite. I "pollergize to you and the other eagles." - "Never mind them; they don't un derstand what people Fay. They don't understand people at all, especially why people keep eagles in cages." "It's a flue, big cage," said Mary. "Yes, for a canary, but— were you ever in jail?" . "How dare you?" said Mary. "If you wasn't behind the bars yourself I'd wring your neck." • "If I weren't behind these bars you wouldn't see me for dust," said the eagle elf. "But what brings you here?" said the little girl. ' *§ "The old story— cruelty to helpless thlng3. The eagles appealed to my father, the King of the Elves, and he sent me to see about It. Old Mrs. Eagle there was captured and dragged away, leaving a nest of little eagles to perish in their shells. And the ' gentleman eagle was captured and kept from taking home his family dinner to was, but you took me in and gave me half your bed. Well, I'm queen of the fairies, and I wish all the fairies of my kingdom to know what you have done and where they can.flrid a friend if ever they are in the same terrible trouble that befell me last night. Hereafter you and all your children shall have the power to open wide to the sunlight every morning, in memory of the shel ter you so generously gave me." So ever since then the morning glories have been able to close at night, keeping warm and snug through tho dark hours, with power to wake and open to the first rays of the sun. Sun Dials Very curious inscriptions are often to be found on sundials In England such aa the one on Paper buildings, In the temple, which bids one abruptly about your business"; and again in Pump court one is told that "Shadows we are, and like shadows depart." Others on sundials are: "Behold, we fly." "This Is the day.""* "Learn to value lima," • "I fly while you behold me." "Enjoy the present hour," "The shadow moves, though I am at rest." "I eet to rise." "Days make years." "I stay for no man." "The day fllea." ' "Such is life." "Man Is but a shadow." "Itedeem the time." "Lying does not belong 1 to me." "The brightest day has its shades." "You pursue a shadow," "The sun causes the shadow," 'you may waste, but can not stop "Life is fleeting as the shadow." Claws and Feathers, but You Ought To Be Ashamed of Yourself , for Criticising a Bird Right Belorc Its Beak" a whole brood of little ones. He's afraid they've starved long ago. That's one of the reasons why he's so glum all the time." "I was Just wondering," the little girl said, "why they were so mopy." "Petrified peaks! but who wouldn't mope? You never had wings and lived on a great high crag arid floated over the sea like a great aeroplane, and swooped down to the waves and caught a fine big iish in your claws, did you?" The little girl stared. ' "If I ever did, I don't remember it." "But were you ever shut up in a "How did you like it?" "I didn't. 1 thought I'd smother." Mary sniffed: "Did she like it?- She carried on so and got so scared and had such high strikes they had to call in the doctor, and she said she must never be shut up in a closet again, however bad she was." '\u25a0'You see." said tho eagle, "and you're only a little girl. What if you had the great wide pinions and the piercing eyes and the brave hearts of those two poor eagles and loved to fly almost to the sun- and somebody came along and stuffed you into a dark cell without your ever having done wrong? That's what they do to the eagles. And what good does it do?" Mary bristled: "It's very educational for to be able to see them.*' The eagle gnashed his beak. "Educa tional! Sweeping pinions! Educa tional! Would you call it educational for you to be stuck in here to be stared at and thrown things at and poked fun at? Would you? If It's educational, why don't the people look at the eagles' pictures and read about them in books. Just looking at them in their shame and suffering doesn't educate anybody — except to^, despise eagles. "People call the eagle the national bird and put his portrait on their money, but when they Bee one of us they sneer and «ay: 'Is that old buz zard an eagle. Humph!' That's all the education they get. "If they want to know what an eagle is let them climb a high mountain and watch an eagle soaring and scream ing in the storms over tho Bea. That's the real eagle. . But these poor jail birds — hurricanes and horizons! they're so homesick for the mountains \u25a0 and their young and the clouds and the far away ocean they aren't eagles at all; they're Just poor broken, hearted con victs sentenced to life in Bpite of their innocence. It isn't education, it's per secution. It isn't patriotism, it's treason; that's what it is. "I'm going home to my father, the Elf King, to tell him about it, and ask him to let me change myself into a congressman and put in a bill making it a prison offense to put the national bird in Jail." The little girl had never seen the Fairy Detective really angry before, and she was frightened. "I — I think I'll speak to my father about it," she murmured. "You tell him," the eagle answered, "if he has a heart in his breast and It's an American heart, he'd better go to congress himself and end this wicked cruelty. Clouds and cliffa, but it's wicked!" >- And lie flew back to his perch in such a rage that the other eagles woke uj> and leaped into the air, but their great wings only beat against bars and they flopped to tlio ground in despair ami drew th* iilmn over their poor old tytt ugaln.