Life, By Judd Mortimer Lewis, Eife'y a game of go and hustle, life's a thing of rush and bustle, JAfe's a piay of brain and muscle, lita's all jump and buzz and whirr; a game at beginning all the world is a-spinning, That the thought of winning in its a splendid spur Life's whose sel very elf rough-and-tumble, of and 2 thing of life's a thing grumble, 's a thing of grab and fumble, life's a thing of jolt and jar: 1 stretch of daisied meadows, place of glints and laugh [ifa's a shadows @'s a thing of maids smiles and are and widows, and there you tears, led saints IAf='3 a thing of millionaires ners, Men, who have and haven't thing of riff-raff, who go Ways men self-sty and winners, and sin- steal and toll; Men their ig. wao men Nem go thei WAavs q whose ni; thought spoil is Mat and maidens witty, maidens beautiful women—oh, ways changing yet the f low and high thing of push and ume for dolts and 20s wise and pretty, 3 the pity!-—al alnted SAIN e endeavor pull \ S25 THE “WiDow." A Story of the Love of a Bird For its Mato. EE CE CT gd g 3 = BY Bou 5 25¢5252525¢52525252525¢5¢5¢ 0 c B S2gBgESEIeSasena yeh e5252525¢ ected lipping off the thers instead. #0 that shed 1. those duri summer : nes and new grew male's wing fe when it stirthwn ing the feathe fie Was « time “an est: he nce Prof Institute had tudying th i i Was with full hat I did, and we edge of the Lhe house. to v8 flying rereising mrigratory season. sald, “Professor, | watching him for and it has given me a new line of thought I am wondering if the migratory habit or season is stronger than true love because he is very happily mated with a little duck with a pinioned wing" Prof, Woods said, “That's have been thinking on the very thing today, and 1 believe he leave her in the fall a little later. 1 asked the professor If he thought it would ever come back, and he said he might, but if he did, he would like. ly come with some other fellow's wife, When Prof. Woods left for Wash- fngion a few days later, he asked me to note carefully what did happen, and let him know. 1 am sorry that i+ don't know the exact day he left, although 1 was keeping a close wasch, but on the 17th of November I noticed this very beautiful little widow float. Ing around over the pond, melancholy and alone. Her plumage had actually taken on a darker cast, giving her the effect of widow's weeds. There were many other varieties of ducks WINES, 8 mae walked down pond, a few leet him a L 14 evidently watch pond, training for the he the himself, over have heen some days, > or the wood ducks wings in life lay if fellow enough or thoughtful or desert, This was thelr opportuni ty, and they swam up by her and showed