The L'Anse sentinel., April 17, 1897, Image 3

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ried woman, or anything else thai be
long to her, Victor Bradnor?"
Still, though be sneered and reproved
himself, the voice quickened end sent
out repeated melodies in the great cham
ber of his thoughts.
.T NOW. us once, by
budding leaf
And flower unfold
ing bright and
brief.
Wo mark our Easter
day's return.
While white the sil
very tapers burn.
And chanting choirs
In full accord
Salute, tho reigning,
risen Lord!
For polng on. our life grows gray
In shndow of the passed away;
The things we had. and have not. seem
The fading vision of a dream.
Dear voices hushed, dear hands ungraHped.
Iear household broken, links unclasped
That late were binding kith and kin;
Such winds of sorrow have swept in
That wide, waste spaces everywhere
Leave empty silence, bleak and bare.
Not now with starry lilies dlght
We greet the Kanter's morning light.
Our lilies Moom beyond the tide.
Sweet fields are on that other side,
lere meet we pain and fret and loss, '
And heavy weight of rough-hewn cross.
When I-Jastcr breaks, thank God. we say.
For strength still equal to our day.
For hopes that span the road before .
And love that climbs to Heaven's door.
TIs much, if but. serene and still.
We can accept the Father's will.
And comforted, uplift our psalm,
Anil feel, through tears, the Easter balm.
And now, by every lowly grave.
nn tender thought our fond hearts crave.
That He whose out ward grave-clothes lay
Folded and fair on tamer uay
May come so much our own to be
That nve His blessed company
May light like sunshine all our gloom.
And make our Easter lilies bloom
In hearts that Join with full accord
The antheims to the risen Lord.
-Margaret E. Sangster. In Chicago In
t trior.
Mm b
capitalist, traveler
critic, man of the
world and cynic
heard the ringing
of the hell of the
quaint colonia
church, and it recalled tender memories
of the davs of his youth
Following its sound he reached the
edifice, which stood ia the midst of a
neglected graveyard full of grave
stones, manv of which were fallen or
broken in pieces. Tangles of bush and
brier were on every hand
Entering the- house of worship, which
he found to l already filled, he mod
estlv took n seat near the door and un-
der the gallery of the choir.
The day was Easter, and the plai
oaken altar bore large vn.ses of swet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen a
over th' audience room and made th
air of the April morning grateful wit
lis iiievnce.
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude, and the
young man looked bored. Hut in a mo
ment he assumed an attentive, rapt nt
titude. nnd ripples of glad sunshine
played over hisfTTTTtires.
A voice of marvelous sweetness rang
out within the narrow walls of the
Kmctuury. U was full, rich, clear, di
vine almosLMft its expression.
Hradnor thought of the angel song
on the plain of Bethlehem, and closed
his eyes, as though to shut out all sight
le&t the glorious harmonies be lost to
him.
He did not think of the singer, wheth
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
vords of the hymn she sang. It was
her voice, so intense in its earnestness,
so flutelike in Its softness.yet so human,
withal, that had entered hUsoul.
Thenceforth he had no heart for the
prayers, nor the words that were read,
nor the sermon that was spoken. He
s,t as one in a deep sleep, from which
he only roused when the inefTable voice
rang out in Its rich cadences. Others
mingled with it, but these he did not
Lear.
When the services were ended he
siowlv made his way to the village inn.
where he had been stopping during the
past week. There he inquired or tho
landlord concerning the owner of the
Voice.
Boniface was a fat, wheezy fellow,
whose thought came slow and whose
speech was slower. Bradnor found it
necessary to repeat the question.
"She's Mr. Kitty Travis," slowly
came the reply, "wife of Tim Travis,
who" .
"O. the deuce!" ejaculated the young
man. as he turned disappointedly away.
The landlord stared at him with his
great goggle eyes In astonishment and
attempted a movement to call him
back, but Hradnor had disappeared
from the room. Several times during
the afternoon nnd evening the host es
sayed speech with his guest, but was
o halting In purpose that he never suc
ceeded. Hrndnor took an early morning train
for his home In Baltimore, and when
the sun rose the hills around the little
Vlrrrint rlllrure were far behind him.
But he took with him a memory of that
place, fresher and sweeter and purer
than the white lilies that grew in lux
uriance upon either side of the roadway
It was the voice of a woman In the Ivy
mantled village church.
ToTifmml It " he mattered, "and the
owner of It Is married t Yea.anddoubt
lest era and old and wrinkled. Wbot
jou to do with the yolce of a tnar-
White Sulphur Springs was filled with
people from oil over the country and
among the throngs was Victor Bradnor,
who had gone thither not so much for
his health as to getaway from the heat
of the city and the ennui that at times
oppressed him.
The evening was a delightful one in
August, nnd Hraduor was seated upon
the veranda of his hotel, holding high
converse with an old acquaintance be
hud first met at Florence, and, later, at
London.
This friend was languidly telling of
a misadventure he- had on n gondola at
Venice, in which a fair Venetian maid
figured, punctuated by nn involuntary
bath in the blue waters, when, suddenly,
Hradnor leaned hi3 head to one side,
like a dog when attentively regarding
his master.
He no longer heard his friend.- The
firing of a cannon would not have di-
erted him from the object of his In
terest.
Again the tender chords of memory
were touched nnd his big chest heaved
like a huge bellows pumped by a smith.
The voice of the village church
poured out its richness in a stream of
glory, overwhelming yet inspiring him
with its refreshing. The woman was
singing the "Last Hose of Summer." A
touch of sadness pervaded her voice,
which now nnd then nearly quivered
with emotion ns she declared tho soli
tariness of the flower and the death of
its fellows. She was singing in the
great hall and tho liquid tones poured
through the open windows.
When she had done lie sighed heav
ily, arose nnd strode abruptly away
from his friend, who, with mild sur
prise uKin his countenance, likewise
stood upon his feet anl slowly followed
after Hradnor.
The latter proceeded on his way until
he reached the end of the long piazza,
when he faced about nnd paused, upon
the very brink of the broad flight of
StOS.
His friend drew near nnd was ntxiut
to address him. when a party of Indies
npproached from within and both gen
tlemen moved as iT to permit them to
have greater freedom in passing. Brad
nor. in his attraction, stepped back
ward instead of forward, with the re
sult that he lost his footing, slipped and
fell heavily, rolling over until he
reached the ground.
Instantly everything was in confu-
that fresh ones were supplied to i ;lac
the others. When a week had paused, be
turned suddenly upon Jerlyn and
thanked him, for hia care and the grift
of the flowers.
"Flowers, what flowers?" demanded
Jerlyn, nervously. He was a little,
nervous man, who spoke rapidly.
"Didn't know you cared for 'em. 1
don't. Cabbages are much more to my
taste, especially when boiled with bacon
or beef."
Hradnor did not pursue tho subject,
but he brooded over it ull the more. He
had no acquaintance or friend at the
Springs save Jerlyn. and he waa sure
the landlord had not provided them.
He was now able to sit in nu easy
chair and the doctor had promised that
within a day or two he might, with the
aid of crutches, leave his room and
mincrle with the guests of the hotel.
The following morning he w as awake
when Bridget, tlie chambermaid, en
tcred his room nnd was surprised to see
her bearing a cluster of fresh roses in
her hands.
"Bridiret." lie said, with firmness.
"come here."
The irirl, somewhat trepidant, ap-
pronched his bedside, still holding the
flowers.
"So it is you who have been tilling
that vase every morning, is it
"Shure, sor, an' so it wor." she -replied.
w ith a courtesy.
"Yes, Bridget, now hand me that
nookctbook on the tuble there. That
is well. Now I want you to tell me who
cave you the roses to bring in to me
"Howly mither, sor, an' that 1 will
niver be uf ther doin. Mrs. Travis, the
leddy, sor, thrittened me I dou' know
whatnv I sid a w urred about Her. sor
"That will do. my girl," he said, gen
tly, us he placed a bill in her hands
"Leave the roses here by my side anu
go out of the room for a little while.
"Tin dollars," cried Bridget, after
reaching the hall, "an' all because I wor
afther refusin' the tillin av him who
eint them! Shure the kind gintleman's
gone clane deft."
Bradnor seized the cluster eagerly
nnd let his nostrils drink in their grate
ful odor. While he did so the memory
of the heavenly voice freshened, and he
seemed to hear it. sing over nnd over
ngain the hymns of the Enster day ser
vice. Then he listened for the dear
words of the flower song: " Tis the Last
Hose of Summer." In n deep revery he
closed his eyes for several moments,
ofter which he opened them again, laid
the roses down with a profound sigh
and then said, aloud;
"Victor Hradnor, you wretch, you are
deeply, desperately and foolishly in
, love w ith a human voice, and that voice
abstraction by a sudden scresxn aiul
then another.
Just ahead of him a great burly fel
low, a thievish beggar, it would seem,
had seized a woman, on elegantly
dressed lady, by the arm, while ber
companion, a young and exquisitely
beautiful female, regarded tne man
with looks of horror upon ber refined
face.
Striding rapidly forward. Bradnor
readied out and grasped the knave.
who had not observed his approach, by
the throat nnd threw him heavily to the
ground. The rascal lay stunned for a
moment, and. then reviving, gathered
himself quickly together, nnd hurried
away, muttering Imprecations us ne
staggered along.
"We had given him money, sir. saia
the older of the ladies, "but he de
manded more, an we mm. in ian, .
and" she was greatly excited and was
so overcome that she broke fairly clown.
"Many of the Roman beggars are very
bold," lie said, reassuringly, "but you
will hear no more from him. But here
is my card." he said, drawing out his
case and handing one to each. "You
are Americans nnd 1 am nn American
also. Permit me to see you to your
carriage."
"Mamma, that is Mrs. Trenton, w ished
us to rake one. but the distance is so
short and the day so lovely, headstrong.
I decided we had better walk. I am
Mrs. Travis, both of Ingleside. Virginia."
The owner of the divine voice! The
charm of it was as sweet In conversa
tion as in sonff. Bradnor. as they pro
nn their wav. regarded her
fnH.ivelv from time to time.
Mrs. Trenton knew of the Brndnors.
of Baltimore, and invited Victor to call
upon them. This he readily agreed to
do. . m
One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for
the roses' she had sent him. Then she
blushed crimson.
"Whv. Mr. Hradnor. what must you
have thought of my boldness? 1 did not
know your name nnd really thought
you were the old gentleman your
friend so spoke of you when you lay
vion the ground."
Bradnor laughed heart!!.". lie nnd t ne
owner of the voice had become much
better acquainted by this time.
More than this, he had learned from
her mother that she was a bride of nn
hour only, her husband hnving been
killed in a railroad accident w ithin less
t!nn the time named, after the marriage
ceremony had been performed. The
girl-wife escaped uninjured and re
turned with his dead body from what
had been Intended tobeo happy and ex
tended tour. This was four years ago.
and Kitty was now 22.
"The deuce take it!" murmured Brad
nor, when the mother told him. "that
wtts what that confounded landlord was
trvin'T to tell me."
Thev remained at Rome two months.
and Bradnor was nlmost continually
with them. Tie met them nt Paris, and
nt London. The grace and charm of the
miinc woman w ere equal to the melody
nt her voice, nnd well, when the next
Tnster rolled around Kitty Hradnor sat
bv the side of her husband in the little
i vv-eove red church, where, ns he aft
or'wnrd declared, she song more divinely
than eyer.
WILLIAM ROSSEH COnHE
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
SAD CASE OF FORGETFULNESS.
Though a mighty fine fellow Is Marmaduke
Moore,
He has one careless habit we greatly de
plore
In fair weather, or
When the tempest will roar,
And tho heavens will pour,
He always forgets to shut tightly tho door.
even lm-
A CHAMELEON'S EYES.
(irolrique Mglitmure Which. Ntarea
Two Vu at One.
The chameleon is in many ways a
very queer crcuturef if he were only a
little bigger he might pose ns a model
for the dreadful dragons of the story
books. If a boy should take his slate
and try to Invent nn animal, he would
probably produce something very like
a chameleon. The head Is enormous.
and being three-sided, with ull sorts of
His friends will request It, yes,
nlnrn.
And his father and mother will say o'er and t,.0tet.tinir taints and angles, this alone
uer. I :,. l, ., i,.uu little rentl a a IT r fl
it would rive iih much Joy ' 1 ... ...
If our good little boy tesqtie and almost terrifying aspect.
Would but Hlmnly employ hut. the eves with which he giares out
Just a moment of time, dear, In shutting l( this extraordinary headpiece cap tho
T.. 1, f tha DTPI1I
ClUllil.-V. ill ""HJii v.. B
His sister's been sick for a fortnight or
more.
His father's lungs weak, and his mother's
throat sore,
nccause he'd forget
In dry weather and wet,
fAnd he hasn't learned yet).
Not to slam, but shut gently and tightly
the door.
Though tho trying to cure hlm's becoming
a bore.
And the ways they have tried on him num
ber a score,
Yet, please. If you can
Contrive a sure plan
That will cure this young man
So he'll never forget to shut tightly the
door.
N. Y. Observer.
BOBBY AND BUNNY.
Story of the Misadventures of
Little llunuwn.
Little Bunny Rodent, one of a family
of four young striped squirrels, as soou
as his parents had. left the nest to get
some lood for the family, told the
A LILLIPUTIAN NIGHTMARE.
showman, they "must be seen to be ap
preciated."
On each side is nn immense eye-oau,
full and bulging, but covered with the
same shagreened skin as the rest of the
head except at the very center, where
others that he waa quite old enough to . Innute aperture eorrespond-
bo his own master, and look out or jnff to the pupil. These great punctured
himself, nnd started off to do so. eve-balls constantly roll about hither
An hour before JSobby Kansom nan , thithe out with no coordination
left the tent where they were camping . their inoVcment so those who have
in the Colorado hills, although he was wat.ne,i ti,em Bav. You cannot tell
forbidden to go by himself, nnd with w!ielner tlH absurd little reptile .Is
rod, hook and line had gone up to the lrni.in nt VOI1 or not: he seems to be
cold, sw ift-flow ing st ream in the can- taking a general view of things, looking
yon to iry muc iimuh. ni. nnt.h nir n rrnrt eular or ratner. as
THREW HIM TO THE GROUND.
sion. The friend, whose name was
Jerlyn, ran rapidly dow n the steps and
hastily leaned over the prostrate man.
while the ladies looked anxiously ou
from the piazza. Other guests were
quickly attracted to the spot.
My God!" cried Jerlyn, looking
upward toward the ladies, after he lwyl
touched the forehead and the wrist of
Hradnor, "1 am afraid the dear old fel
low Is dreadfully hurt."
A physician waa hastily summoneo.
but meantime the injured man had been
tenderly borne by strong arms to his
bed chamber, lie recovervu cUU.'
...r.i nnrl vhn Jl.
ness alter some iuuuu -
careful examination had been mauevue
medical man declared that no bones
were broken, but that a bouiy-spraine-i
ankle wouiu vuuuue
for many days.
The vounir. stalwart fellow, with his
-i f..Pt nt heieht and broad shoulders.
u-.i n,w the latter sentence, lie
not feel ill. although the pain was
in hi. nnkle. But the doctor
n n. ntwlurate. declaring that most serl
ous results would be likely to follow
any attempt upon bis part to arise from
it. twwl tnr n week, at least.
n'ttu . -fin thn man turned his
face uway and presently fell asleep,
from the effects of an opiate that had
been administered In his urm.
The following morning he dozed fit
fully, the effectaf the drug not hnving
worn away, butfwith the afternoon his
Intelligence returned to him. His eye
rnnging over the room he saw npon his
dressing case a great cluster of red
roses, nnd for a moment he wondered
who had given them to him; but the
thought was an evanescent one. re,r
haps he thought It was an act of Jer
lyn's. who had spent the greater part
of the day in his room. ,
Day after day, however, ha obserrea
is the property of a married woman,
Shame upon you!"
When he was permitted to go down
stairs he inquired for Mrs. Travis. It
would be but an net of propriety and
courtesy to thank her in ierson for her
kindness to a sick man.
She had gone away the evening be
fore with her mother.
"The deuce take it," he said, regret
fully, "am I never to see her face?"
'
When next Easter day came Victor
Rradnor was in Rome and with tliou-
sandsof othersattended the mngnificent
services at St. Peter's, where nil the
nomn and circumstances of stately
rnhcfl. crund processions and artistic
music combined to give emphasis to
this day of days in the calendar, urnu
nor listened nenslvely to the glory
frnim of oriron and the rich-toned
voices of the men and boys of the choir.
Tfi thouchta were far out and nwny in
th Iw-covered Virginia church, and
he felt thot the music of her voice was
sweeter than that of all the harmonies
ht.h ..Mined In St. Peter's. While the
organ pealed and voices blended with
It In hannv acclaim of Resurrection
rlnt. he th'ourht he could hear her
divine vocalization above them all, soft
and gentle withal ns the zephyr at even
t'dc. ITe was glad when the services were
.ndcd. because their suggestions
brought too freshly before him the
recollections of the Kaster ray or tne
nreviotm venr. He felt he must go
through life naunted by a voice, the
owner of which he durst not look upon
even should he chance to meet her, be-
paiinft she waa the wife of another.
Pnnnlnor Into the outer air. he walked
along aimlessly pursued by the object
of hia lovc, the voice that continued to
htint him. lie waa aroused out of hia
taken a bakii:g-ixwder can with bait in
it, and so it came to pass that soon niter
Bunny left his home he spied the little
top shaped blue and red float on B bly's
line rolling on a smooth rock, for l loony
was tired of fishing and waa playing
with his line.
Here's fun!" said Bunny to himself,
and bec-nn to piny with it a a kitten
with a ball of yarn. Tins was much
finer fun for Bobby than fishing, and
the woods rang with his laughter at
Bnnnv's antics. But after awhile In
swineinsr the line the hook caught in
the skin on Bunny V side, and Bobby
landed him at his feet like :i fish.
'What a nice pet he would be to take
home!" said Bobby; so he emptied his
bait, made a hole in the can cover that
Bunny might get nir, put him in, and
carefully took out the hook, though
Bunny chattered with fear and pain as
he did so. and all the time he was in the
f to save time, looking at several
things nt once.
At first, jierhnps, both optics are
turned upwnrd toward your facet a leaf
quivers behind his hend, nnd in a mo
ment one eye turns in that direction,
while the other retains its upward gaze.
Presently a fly appear.; one eye rap
idly and intently follows all its motions,
while the other still keeps close watch
upon your face. One feels as if he
were being "shadow ed" by a malicious
imp.
The chameleon's trick of changing
color so as to suit his surroundings is
too well known to call for comment.
Altogether, this innocent but venom-ous-lookincr
freak is a kind of Lilli
putian nightmare, nnd has a decidedly
uncanny effect on the speetntor.
ORIGINAL UNCLE SAM.
EASTER TRIUMPH.
PrrNli luioetns tJlven to the I liward
Anulrntlona of Mankind.
The pissing of the severe seiuson is
the signal for undisguised tniimpn in
Menial nature. Sky and sun. una
nend and crag, are lighted up Willi a
new tire. It Is the feast or tne sun. iuc
earlv awakeninc of the myriad sieep-
! beauties the running of the sap,
ie coloring of the leaf and the flower.
the return of life and strength and my r
ad activities. !
Man's Haster is at one with that of
nature nnd with the Divine who is risen.
The ancient church ranks the resurree
ion as the first and primal basis or uer
lnim. Tor if He Is not risen there is
no shadow oi riirui i v m
Divine institution. Hut. on the otner
nil men nre risen with Him. The
world rose verv great iwid strong on
that Raster morning when love came
Iwck from the tomb with n message oi
hoiie and a proof and assurance or tne
faith of the chosen few.
Kver since Easter triumphs nnc
multiplied, rising is the new order. Ex
celsior is the schoolboy's motto. Full-
grown amollion sevs iiuuiiuh
way of his attaining tne greatest uui
or the highest station except lack or
opportunity ami. unfavorable circum
stances. The primeval downward in
man comes back now only as an atav
ism that is out of place and out or aate.
In the aspiring of an Ill-judged pur-
suit of greatness or success, tne oaa
trait of some long dead ancestor comes
back to pull down. Instead or building
up. The general tendency, however. Is
upward. We believe ft fresh Impetus
was given to it on me nrsi rui
the women waited tor mm io u.
back the Light of Hope from ine
sightless eyes of death. There Is no
more darkness or acam. duv hbu"
life. Colller'a Weekly.
TWO RUNAWAYS.
faster.
Across the winter's gloom
There falls a golden ray.
And from each wlldnowefs tomt)
The stone Is rolled away.
Onee more to life and love
The buds and leaves of spring
Come forth and hear above
The birds like angels sing.
In every' wood and field
Itchold the symbol shown.
The mystery revealed.
The majesty made known!
Christ, who was eruclfled,
Ts risen! Lo. the sign!
The earth at F.aster-tlde
p...h.1 H Ilia hand divine!
iTrank Demnater Sherman. In Youth'a
Companion.
Ill Easter OtterlnaO
1 dare not offer her a hat.
On things mundane I may not feast tier,
And ao I have decided that
I'll offer her myself st Easter.
-Detroit Fa Presa.
lie Was i w Yorker nnd Ills Xaine
Wnn Sninuel Wilson.
When we talk of the United States
government in a familiar sort of way
we. call it "L'nele Sam"; and you havo
often seen pictures of Uncle Sam a
long, lean, old-fashioned Yankee, with,
a high hut and with a swallow-tail cout
nnd breeches marked w it h the stars and
stripes of the flag. The way in w hich tho
United States came to be called Uncle
Sam is this;
During the war of 1S12 the United
States government entered into a con
tract with n man by the name of Ellert
Anderson to furnish supplies to the
army. When the United States buy
anything from a contractor, an inspec
tor is always appointed to see that tha
goods are what the contract calls for,
and that the government gets full value.
In this case the government npjointed
a man by the name of Samuel Wiiwon,
who was always called ''.Uncle Sam"
by those who knew him. lie insected
every package and ca.sk that rame from
Elbert Anderson, the contractor, and
if he found that the contents were nil
right, the package or cask was marked
with the letters "E. A U. S.." the ini
tials of the contractor and of the United
box on his way to Bobby's home he States. The man whose duty it was
wished he had not gone into business to tio t,his marking was a jovial sort
for himself that morning. 0f fellow, and when somebody asked
And as for Bobby, in some way hj hu. .viiat theso letters meant, he said
ran that same hook into the fleshy part tht,.. tood for Elbert Anderson and Un-
of his right thumb, and get it o" cIo Snm. Everybody, including "Lnole
could not. So not at all Happy, ami Sam Wilson himself, thought this was
wishing that he had not disoleyed his a ver.. g.ouj j0ke; ttmj by nnd by it
mother, he parted for home, but ne pot into j,rint, and lefore the end oi
went dwn the wrong side of the hill, tne war jt W1W known all overthecoun
and w hile Bunny's mother was dividing iry. untl tnnt js the wuy the United
her mouthful of corn among ncr unci- j(ateJ, received its name oi -uncie
little squirrels instead of four. Bobby's sam."
mother and a lot of other people from Wr Wilson, the original "Uncle Sam,"
the tents and cottages near by were jj, at xroyt x. y., in J 54, nt the age
scouring the hills and deep, dangerous of 84.ciifTord Howard, In St. Nicholas.
ravine, calling "Hobby ltansom: ano
netting no answer but the echoes. Hor.e Kills Moutln Ho"-
t. n- :r,h WfTir thev found him. In Los Angeles, a resident exhibit
lying asleep by the side of a stream, the skiu of a mountain lion, got in a
his fishing-rod broken off near the peculiar way. He was riding leisurely
itoint. the line he could not untie from nmong tne ioawuus ueu u ...wu.,..-
the hook would round his swollen rignt uoii truswu u ....,
hand, his shoes worn oat and clothing ing away, as it generally does, when be
badly torn, but he wna still holding the rashly fired at it with a light shotgun
cnn Inside of which poor hungry Bun- he carried. The lion, slightly wound
nr was scratching in vain to get out ed, came back In a rage and mntie a aaso
Ttnn novor trnt back to his parent, at him. The horse shied and the man.
nd Bobby said he would never run was thrown, striking hia hend ogalnst
away again; a promise his sore h.mci o rocK, ana emiBiiig iiiwu-iuimf.
kept In mind till he and Bunny went When he came to hia senses, his horso
to his Kansas home. :m lira raper, was BuimmiK uier mui, . ..u ,
American Tract Society. May a little instance away, ne man -
1 Ined the lieast, and iounu us skuii
l.nnKUMtre of a Pet Knle. crushed like an eggshell. The horso
Mr. W.LeC. Beard writes in St. Nich- hnJ R Mr crnck at him with hia
okvs of a pet eagle named Moses, which i.iCegt onj made an end of him.
ne caught in the Arizona desert. Mr.
Beard says: Moses had a language of prrowa Worry Jit.
his own, which, by the constant prnc- A flock of sparrows worrying a rat
tlce he gave us, we soon learned to un- waa the unusual sight witnessed in a
deratand. It consisted of a series of city street recently. They chased it
erica, all harsh and nerve-rasping, but back and forth determinedly and cruel
perfectly distjnet, each one expressing ly, ami for a time made life a burden
a different emotion. Thus, rage, en- to the rodent. Probably it had been
treaty, excitement and pleasure were robbing their nests, since It waa run
each easily distinguished by those who ning w ildly away from a building, with
knew him well. Hia one syllable note tho noisy bird in full pursuit. The rat
of greeting w as more explosive and per- made several ineffectual attempt to
haps a shade less disagreeable than the find a hole in the sidewalk, but the
rest; and he had also a low, crooning birds headed it off every time, and
nort of murmur; but this he used only would perhaps have finally killed it,
in soliloquy, so to us It expressed only but suddenly a cat made a dash at the
the fact that Moses was talking over sparrows, and the rat ran down an open,
things with himself. ceUarwaj and disappeared.