7
TWO SIDES
t it ball, in ftci
His Bids.
Over that high board fence t hear
The ound ol singing sweet and clean
, A break, a paua, an1 then Just after,
linrt ot merry girlish laiiKDter
Over that big board fenoe, Jlmi Just over
that ugly fence I
I can hear It all, but I eannnt see.
My neighbor U unite strange to met
But I'm aura as guns she's a charming
miss
With lips Just sanay onnuqh to kiss
And she's over a hlirh bunril foncr, Jlmi
orer a blooming fence I
Pratthesnaodttl laws that Monk the way
To my dropping over som pleasant day.
To think of our bring dull In a place
When I'm just desd-sure tuere't a
rrctty face
fences Jim; Just over a
measly fence!
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The Infatuation of Grandpa.
Grandpa Toiler had become a source
of anxiety to his son and his son's
wife. Mrs. John. They were fully pur
suaded that he was In danger of being
married for his money, and that by
a young minx who might well foe his
granddaughter. That grandpa had
taken a fancy to the girl they were
mire; that he thought hlmRelf deeply
In love with her they feared, for he
was not his usual Jolly, careless old
ceir.
Ho moped about In flts of melan
choly abstraction; ho read romances,
and ho had hunted tip his old cracked
flute that he had not touched for fifty
years, and stayed out on the porch
evenings playing "Robin Adair" and
other bygone ballads, with a wheezy
wail that was distressing.
"I can hardly stand it," Mrs. John
said, pinching up her pillow In the
vain efiort to shut out the sound. "He
acts like a love-sick boy. I tell you,
John, we've got to get him away, up
to Ebon's, or somewhere out of her
reach."
"Yes," assented John, drowsily, "I'll
write to Ebon It you'll persuade hlra
to go."
"Grandpa Porter, don't yon think a
change would do you good?'" Mrs. John
aBked the next morning. "Eben'll
come for you any time you want to
go up there for a visit."
"I won't go to Eben's! I won't stir
one step! I don't like Mrs. Eben; we
always quarrel. If you want me. to
turn out I'll go over to Widow Smith's
and hoard.
And Widow Smith was the mother
of the minx.
"Why, grandpa, nobody wants to
turn you out," Mrs. John cried, hasten
ing to appease him. "It was just that
you seem out of sorts lately, and we
thought a change would perk you up."
"I'm not out of sorts! I'm spry as
anybody!" he declared. "I suppose
you think I'm getting old, and sort o'
helpless, and haven't much life left.
Ixok here!" and he turned down a
chair and skipped over It. "And look
here!" ho pranced across the porch.
Jumped the steps, ran to the, woodpllo
and brought in a big armful, saying
aa he threw It Into the box, "I guess
John couldn't beat that very much,
could he, hey? I don't go down to the
gym for nothing."
"Why grandpa Porter!" Mrs. John
exclaimed, amazed at the exhibition.
A laughing face looked In at the
aide door and a blythe young voice
aid gayly. "Good for you. Mr. Porter!
1 told you the other day that you were
younger than half the boys. You
ought to see him on the turning bar,
Mrs. John." She set a basket on the
table, adding, "Here are some eggs
Grandma Taylor was bringing to you.
I thought them too heavy for her and
came along to carry them for her. She
Joked tired. Take this rocker,
grandma," in anxious solicitude.
The brisk, anythlng-but-tired-look-Ing
old lady who had followed her in,
at down stiffly and the girl rattled
on,"No, Mrs. John, I can't stop a min
ute.' Mr. Porter, it's about time for
you to go to the gym, isn't It?"
Grandpa got his hat with alacrity,
and they went away together, stopping
first for the Minx to lasten a rose in
hia buttonhole.
"Mr. Porter!" Mrs. John burst out
sarcastically, as soon as they were
gone. It used to be grandpa, bo
fore be took this silly notion. She
came on purpose to get him, she's done
It before the bold piece!" .
"I didn't want any of her help; she
atnok the basket right out of my hands.
As It I couldn t carry it across the
i.treet. One would think me to old
and feeble to stand up alone, to hear
her take on," Grandpa Taylor said,
Indignantly, "I'm two years younger
than he is," she added, a red spot
on each cheek and a spark in her eyes.
"I suppose you saw him making a
peck of himself" grandma nodded
It's disgusting the way an old man will
act when be takes a notion to a young
girl. I wish his old flute was in the
stove. I'd put it there If I dared, I
set so tired of his sentimental toot
ing. I know it disturbs your folks,
too."
Grandma didn't say so, but to tell
the truth, she kept her window opeu
to bear it; the old-fashioned tunes ap
pealed to her heart, awakening memo
ries of youth and love.
"If Grandpa Porter had got to be so
foolish, I don't see why he couldn't
tave taken a notion to grandma," Mrs.
John mused, regretfully, as grandma
walked briskly away, erect and trim.
That girl will keep blm oft till noon,
I Sxpect."
Which she did, and then bung on
the gate at her own home and talked
to blm, till Mrs. John bad to send one
of the children to tell blm to come to
aUaner.
OF A FENCE.
Hsa Bis.
Orar that high board feaee t bear
The found of a whistle, shrill and clear,
And a deep base Toloe, with a doleful
tone,
Which sings the refrain, " I am all
alone!"
Oyer that great board fence, rieari, just oyer
that rough old fenoe I
I can smell the smoke of a good cigar,
And bear tha twang of a sweet guitar.
I've had to guess at looks as I can
Hut 1 know there's a bona-flde man
Over that tail board fence, dear; just orer
that horrid fence !
Of course, 't would be nn awful sin
Kor tne to wrlto and ask him Ini
Put think of our being dull, my dear.
With a nica young man so Tory near!--0er
a dreadful fence, doart 'way orer a
mean old fence !
1
Tho child ran back with big eyes.
exclaiming: "You'd JiiRt ought to see
grandpa!"
"They all looked "with big eyes"
when he came In. He was shaved
clean of nil his beautiful, white bearJ,
leaving only a mustache, and that was
waxed till it shone; his hair was cut
In the latest fashion and with his rud
dy cheeks and twinkling eyes ho look
ed absurdly young, almost , youngo
than his son.
"Well." he said, as they stared at
him. "iRn't It an Improvement?"
Words failed them.
"I'm prepared for anything now,"'
Mrs. John conflJed to her husband,
later. "It's plain that she put him up
to it. aMybe If she knew about his
will she wouldn't be so bent on marry
ing him."
"She does know; I had a good
chance and told her the other day."
"What did she say?"
"Just laughed and raid 'folks
changed their wills sometimes.' She's
got a long head, I can tell you; sho
knows that she can coax his money
out of him, and she don't care what
anybody thinks."
"Perhaps if you talked right out
plain to blm, showed him what a
laughing stock it's making of him"
"It wouldn't do, Lucy," her husband
Interrupted. "He'd get mad and leavo
in a minute. You knew how touchy
pa is."
Mrs. John groaned. She remembered
the threat to go and board at the
Minx's 'home; like enough he'd be
glad of an excuse to do so.
Sunday grandpa came out dressed
for church in the extreme of style.
twirling a dainty cane as airily as any
callow "dude," and boldly marched
away to where tho Minx was waiting
for him with a fresh rose tor his but
tonhole. "You see," said Mrs. John to Grand
ma Taylor, as the two families walked
alonj together.
"There's co fool like an old fool,"
quoted Mrs. Ray, grandma's daugh
ter "Old Mr. Porter Is no fool, though
he docs act like one," grandma re
marked. "No, more's tho pity," said John,
ball regretfully. "I'd Interfere and
stop It if there was a ghost of a chanco
that way. But he's too xharp ot hi
business affairs to have an thing tho
matter with hia mind."
Oh, he knew well enough what ho
was about, grandma reflected, and he
was a fine figure of a man and walked
as supple as a boy. She looked at tho
girl beside hlra. In white, fluffy array,
then glanced at her own plain, sombre
habiliments and decided that she
would no longer dress for a funeral, al
though it was considered proper for
old ladles to robe themselves thus.
"Mamma," Bessie complained a few
days later, "the children at schoool
laugh at me and say that Polly Smith
is going to be my grandma."
"Well, wouldn't she be a sweet lit
tle grandma " grandpa asked with a
cackle.
Mrs, John bit her lips to keep the
hot words back.
"I do believe it's catching," Mrs.
Ray ran across to confide to Mrs.
John. "Ma's been and got a lavender
colored lawn, and white ties, and a
Jaunty bonnet with lavender ribbon
and violets; she says she has smoth
ered In black all she's going to."
"That's not so bad," Mrs. John re
plied. "As long as she don't go galla-
vantlng around with some young Tel-
low.
"Oh, uia'd never think ot marrying
anybody. I Just wouldn't allow that
young or old," Mrs. Ray declared
somewhat Incoherently.
"Well, you can manage an old lad,
but an old man yon can't I feel as It
we were disgraced," Mrs. John re
joined. Sne was sure of It when one day
grandpa dressed up, brought a livery
rig and took the Minx out for a ride
out to his farm. She clapped on her
sunbonnet and went to Interview the
Minx's mother.
"Don't you think It's disgraceful for
a young girl to go traipsing oft with
an old man.- Hannah Smith," she de
manded with asperity.
"Mr. Porter is a man of good char
acter and a church member," Mrs.
Smith asserted, bridling defensively.
"Oh, I understand; you are In the
game, too," Mrs. Jobs retorted.
Mrs. Smith closed her mouth firmly
and tossed ber bead. And Mrs. John
gave It up and went home; ehe knew
Hannah Smith well enough to know
that you needn't say anything more to
ber, when she looked like that.
Grandma Taylor was Just leaving a
neighbor' when the couple returned.
She bowed to them In cold hauteur as
she passed, and ths saucy mini
laughed gayly.
Grandpa's other two sons, Eben and
Charles, In answer to urgent appeals,
made their appearance. .'
Grandpa flew Into a rage. . "I won't
have anybody meddling with my af
fairs," be declared, stamping around
noisily. "I ll do as I please, and It s
none of your business."
Eben remonstrated, and Charles
coaxed In vain; then they went off to
tackle the Minx. Eben gave and took
Immediate offense, and left to go over
It again uselessly with his father.
Charles sauntered In when the storm
hnd spent Itself. "You're a gay old
boy, pn," he said, slapping grandpa on
he back, "and you must bring Mother
Porter up to see us."
"Now that's something like!" grand
pa replle.l, shaking uih hand warmly.
Her last hope gone, Mrs. John sub
rlded In tears, and a headache; and
grandpa shut himself up and played
nil the old things he could remember,
triumphantly, but with a more dls
Iraetlngly wheezy wall than ever.
Across the street an old lady lin
gered by the open window, listening
hungrily, at times wiping away a fur
tive tear.
Grandpa and Minx were thicker than
"peas In a pod," Mrs. John said, after
his declaration of independence and
victory over her sons. And then ono
day. after an early dinner, be dressed
in his bent and again took her for a
long rldo out In tho country. It hap
pened to be a day when Grandma Tay
lor, In lavender lawn.whltetleand new
bonnet, hnd gone to visit an old friend,
and Mrs. Ray was at liberty to run
over and condole with Mrs. John.
"I don't know what I would do If It
were ma, but I'd never consent to her
marrying again."
"Pa Porter don't ask anybody's con
sent, unless It's that girl's. I guess
you coul-.ln't help yourself, In my
place."
"Maybe not. But m knows my
mind too well ever to think of such a
thing. Why," she added laughingly,
"when she flist came here I was a Ut
ile anxious about her and grandpa,
they tcoK to each other so. But she
hasn't had much to say to blm, since
I spoke to her about It."
"That would have been a suitable
match," Mrs. John replied, "and we
couldn't have objected. But I suppose
Grandpa Taylor Is too old and with
ered looking to suit Pa Porter."
"She's younger than he Is, and looks
It. too. In her new things, said Mrs.
Ray, taking up the cudgels. Then she
added, smiling: "We're talking non
sense; for no matter what anybody
thought of ma, I'd never allow a man
In my father's place."
"Well, you can manage an old lady,
hut you can't a headstrong old man,"
Mr.'. John reiterated with a sigh.
Toward til-jht Mrs. Ray hurried In
again. "Polly Smith has come home
a-fcot ami alone; what do you sup
pose she's done with grandpa?"
"Come with me and we'll find out,"
said Mrs. John.
The Minx wni at the gate, appar
ently on the lookout for some one.
"How did you hear?" she asked, her
face one' radiant smile.
"We've heard nothing," Mrs. John
answered i-lioitly, "I want to know
what's become of Grandpa Porter."
"Why, they're riding around some
where, I gup.;. I came away right after
tho wedding "
"What wedding whero?" shrieked
Mrs. John.
"Up to the parsonage, of course,
and "
"And you came off alone as toon ss
you were married?" Interrupted Mrs.
Ray; Mrs .John was speechless.
"But I'm not married," said tho
Minx serenely.
"Then who " began Mrs. Ray, a
wild suspicion seizing her.
"There they come!" the smiling
Minx broke in. "Don't they look
sweet!" as a bugry whlzxed around
the corner.
"Ma Taylor!" gasped Mrs. Ray.
"Grandpa Taylor-Porter," corrected
the Minx. "And we's had such a time
with her, grandpa and I! She was so
afraid of offending her folks that she
wouldn't listen to grandpa at all, un
til she got wretchedly Jealous of me.
Poor grandpa was so miserable' over
it and grandma herself wasn't hap
py." "No," added grandma ' seriously.
"And I decided that you should not
break both our hearts with your no
tions, Emma."
Mrs. John went off Into penis of
laughter, nlJod by the Minx and brid-j-groom.
Mrs. Ray turned her back on
the hilarious crowd and fled.
Eventually she relented and took
the happy old couple into favor, but
she never forgave Mrs. John that
laugh. Louise J. Strong, In New Or
leans Times-Democrat.
Tansht tP nee.
That a certain portion ot the blind
may be taught to see is indicated by
the striking success ot M. Heller, of
Y'enna. Whei brought to, him three
years ago two Hungarian boys, aged
7 and 5 years, could see nothing, but
their eyes appeared to be normal.
Their training began with looking at
a bright' disk in a dark chamber. They
learned to distinguish this and the
younger boy, who has progressed more
rapidly than the other, was thon shown
familiar objects against the disk, then
lines and figures, and, finally, was able
to read. Later be was mde to recog
nize the objects anJ letters by day
light Another examination showed a
defect of the retina, and it was con
eluded that' the field ot vision was
so narrowed that the feeble impres
sions reached the brain attracted
no notice before the unusual teaching.
Bwalecllffe Church, Kent, England,
has a communion chalice which dates
back to tht time of Queen Elizabeth.
TELEPATHY'S NEW TESTS
REMARKABLE EXPERIMENTS MADE
BY A FRENCH PROFESSOR.
Sensations of Taste Bad Sight Conveyed
from the Operator to the Hypnotist
tonjeet llirnnah the Medium nf a
"third 1'art Real Source Shown.
French science has not shown Itself
kindly toward experiments In the
transmission of thought, or telepathy,
writes the Paris correspondent of the
Boston Transcript. At last, however,
professor In the Elcoo do Psycholo
gic a private but reputable school of
Paris has published certain positive
results obtained by him in March of
the present year. His experiments
are noteworthy for two reasons:
1. The experimenter. Dr. Binot-San-glo,
Is a competent and responsible
man of science. It Is difficult to sup
pose llltinlon or deception on his part,
or from his few chosen assistants.
2. The results, whllo modest, are
positive, easily understood aa to facts,
and making possible a scientific hy
pothesis, without excluding further re
sults and corresponding speculation.
This Is all that can be demanded of
science worthy of tho name.
The experiments wero carried on at
Angers, where Dr. Blnct-Sangle had
two subjects of the proper nervous
susceptibility. It was bis habit to
make one hypnotize the other. The
flirt three experiments were made tho
same day. The receiving subject
Mme. M.t Is a woman ot 65, easily hyp
notized. She was put to sleep by tho
transmitting subject, M. O., who was
not himself hypnotized. T1fj foom
was large and the doctor stood beside
M. O., at a distance from Mme. M. of
16 feet. The eyes of Mme. M. were
carefully covered with a cloth, al
though the possibility of seeing would
have scarcely aldej ber to guees what
was wanted.
On this day It was the experiment
er's aim to transmit sensations from
one subject to the other. Dr. Blnct
Sangle began with the sense of taste.
He placed on the tongue of M. O. a
paper soaked In postaaslc bloxalafc.
Mme. M., at the other end of the room,
mado a movement of the mouth and
exclaimed: "It bites It's bad!" The
same result was obtained with bro
mide of ammonium; 'she spat out, say
ing, "It's salty!" The doctor put soap
on the tonguo of M. O., Mmo. M. an
swered instantly, "It's Insipid llko
starch."
Next came the transmission Of vis
ual sensations. Mme. M., still in the
hypnotic sleep, was seated at a table,
and the doctor and M. O. took tho
same relative positions and distance
as before. One of the assistants stuck
a paper knife at random Into a book
and opened It at a page, on which he
chose the word "vulture." The word
was not pronounced, nor was it shown
to the transmitting Bubject, M. O., but
only to Dr. Blnet-Sangle. The luttor
then drew on a piece of paper the head
and neck only of a vulture, showed It
to O. and asked him to transmit tho
sensation of what he saw to Mme. M.
After a tew seconds Mme. M. said:
"It's a bird It's an odd bird ; it has no
wings;" and then, "It'a a vulture."
Another experiment was made with
tlie word "snail." It was the kind
called "llmacc" in French, and only
tho drawing was shown to O. Mmo.
M. said, "It's a ilmamle' " (the namo
of a flsh like a sole), and then, catch
ing herself up, described it "It creeps,
It's slimy oh, it's a snail!"
Here the hypnotized subject had ev
idently received two sensations one,
Imperfect, of the word "limace,"
which some one (probably the doctor)
was articulating mentally; the other
of the drawing, which It was Intended
to transmit through M. O. A third ex
periment, equally perplexing, yet pos
itive in its result, was made with the
word "cross." Dr. Binet-Sangle drew
a cross on a piece of paper, which he
showed to M. O. Madame M., blind
folded and 16 feet away, Immediately
drew two crosses, neither of which
had the form drawn by the doctor.
Now came the more difficult experi
ments with words mentally articu
lated by M. O. A book was opened
as before and a line of poetry by
Theophlle Gauthier was shown to O ,
with the request that he would read
it mentally.' Madame M. mode only
hesitating attempts to repeat It. O.
asked the doctor to read mentally at
the same time with himself. The lino
was:
"Souffle, blse. Tombo a flots, pluie."
(Blow, north wind. Fall in torrent3,
rain.)
At last Madame M. managed to say
"souffle" and then "bise;" but she
could get no further. Another trial
was made with the line:
"I.e Dleu ne viendra pas. L'egllse est
renversee."
(God will not come. The church Is
overthrown.)
Mme. M. pronounced tho two words
"Le Dleu" and then, all together, "Le
Dleu ne viendra pas" but could go no
further.
In all these experiments It Is diffi
cult not to conclude that the thought
of the experimenter, Dr. Slnot-Blnet-Bangle,
was transmitted along with
that of M. O.
Another series of experiments con
cerned the transmitting ef thought
propor at a long distance. Tho re
sults were still more complicated and
significant. One of the assistants, M.
J., had written beforehand to a friend
In Bordeaux (about 200 miles from An
gers in a straight line) to do some
thing whatovcr ho chose at 10.30
of a. fixed evening, and afterward to
write JuBt what he had done. At the
hour ot the evening which had been
fixed, M. J. expressed to O. his desire
to know what a friend of his as do
ing at that time In Bordeaux; he gave
neither the riame of his friend nor tha
address. O. ordered Mme. M., who
was hypnotized, to .transport herself
to Bordeaux and tell what she saw.
Mine. M., without hesitation, began
by saying that she saw In a cafe a
brown-haired gentleman with another
who was blond. Then she saw them
go together to a newspaper office,
where the brown-haired man left tho
other to go to the theatre. She could
see no more.
M. J., who knows Bordeaux well,
asked If there was not a barber's shop
Just opposite the newspaper office.
Mme. M. answered that she saw a
chop closed, with antiquities Inside It
(there Is an old curiosity shop beside
tho barber's). Mme. M. was asked to
look again, and saw the brown-haired
mnn once more in the newspaper of
fice. When M. J. received the letter
telling what had really been done at
Bordeaux, his friend simply said that
he had not left his room all that even
ing! Now all that Mme. M. hnd said of
the look and profession of the friend
and the description of the places were
exact; and the acts she attributed to
him were what he was In the habit of
doing at that time of the evening. And
all this M. J. knew very well. It was
then his own thought which had been
transmitted at short distance across
the room to Mme. M., while there had
been ' no long distance transmission
from Bordeaux to Angers.
Dr. Blnet-Sangle next tried Mmo. M.
with one of his own friends living in
Paris. He gave the name and address
to O., who ordered the hypnotized
Mme. M. to see what was going on at
the address. Mme. M. said that she
pnssed under a great porte-cochere,
saw a gentleman with a lady but
here the experimenter himself Inter
rupted her, to say that she was on the
wrong track. She stopped and then
broko out: 'How pretty It is here!
Leather furniture, pictures but the
gentleman, what bad temper ho hnn,
lies uot easy to get on with! But
he's very fond of painting and he goes
a great deal with artists!"
"What Is he doing at present?"
at-ked Dr. Blnet-Sangle.
'He Is lying In his room, reading
a yellow-covered book."
Now all this was scrupulously exact
In regard to tho friend of the doctor
In general; ho was a young painter
ot great talent, but a hypochondriac.
In. particular, however, It was false;
for the painter was not at home that
evening and did not read In bed that
night. But he had the habit ot read
ing there and the yellow-covered books
of the Blbllothequo Charpentier were
on his chlmncy-ploce ready to his
hand. Also Dr. Ulnet-Sanglo was well
acquainted with all this and was think
ing of It at the time.
ICE ON THE MOON.
An Interesting Lunar Observation Pa
tently made.
Any one who happened to turn a
telescope upon the moon early on tho
evening of Aug. 12 cannot have failed
to observe a very rare lunar phenom
enon and one which is of especial in
terest from its bearing upon Professor
W. H. Pickering's recently published
:ews as to tho existence of snow and
Ice on the moon's Burface. The moon
was a few hours past the first quarter,
and the "terminator," which forms
what is popularly known as the
moon's "ragged edge" waa slightly
convex. Just outside this line, whlca
separates the moon's illuminated from
Its uniliumlnated half, appeared, aa
usual, a number ot detached Islets,
caused by the Illumination of tho sum
mits of mountains while their bases
are still Involved In darkness. The
phenomenon referred to waa the re
markable appearance of one of these
"Islets." Instead of the usual white
rpot was to be seen a star Just such a
star as is produced by the reflection
ot the sun from a glass ball or other
polished convex surface. The highest
power of the telestcope uaed by a local
observer failed to make out of this ob
ject anything but a star, which was
estimated to be of about the third
magnitude. The appearance cannot
have been produced by diffused light
coming from any object however
white, even a snow-covered mountain
peak Illuminated ' by the sun would
have appeared simply as a very bright
spot, not as a star-like point. A star
can have been , produced under the
circumstances only by the reflection
of the sun's rays from a polished sur
face. The lunar star waa first observe at
about 7.30 P. M. In the course of a
couple ot hours its starlike appearance
became less and less marked, and, as
the terminator moved outward It re
solved itself into a very brilliant spot
Subsequently it was found that the
light which produced this appearance
came from the side of one of the
typical lunar "craters."
Ulraft-ea Are Costly.
"Our last giraffe," said Manager Car
ton of the Zoo', died in 1885,
rftor a life here ot ten
years. Since then our collection
has been wanting In this animal. Gi
raffes now cost $5,000 apiece. In 1874
we bought six, and they lived with us,
respectively, five, eleven, nine, three
and two years, while one died ten dayi
after its arrival of congestion of the
lungs. Ot the others, one was carried
off by heart disease, another by a spin
al trouble, and the remaining three by
ailments of ar. tinkuown kind. We
l'uve here now, despite our vacancy In
giraffes, a collection that Is In numbers
as well as in rarity the best we have
ever had. It Is perhaps on that ac
count partly, and partly too, on ac
count ot the band of music that plays
three afternoons ot the woek, that this
btason has been so far out best sines
1896. Philadelphia Record.
" fn There.'
"My dear Matilda," bints Mamma,
"It vexes me, aa you're aware.
To bear you end each sentenn with
"Ho there!' ",
"I don't know," Matilda orloa,
Rpenking as arossly as she dure,
"That I said anything like that
Mo there!"
"Yon naughty girl," Mamma exclaims,
"For punishment you'll now prepare)
Into that corner take your work
Hew there!"
Chicago Keaord-Herald.
f era nf a Queen.
The love of animal always Indi
cates a noble and gentle character,
and doubtless Queen Alexandra's love
of animals has endeared her doubly
to her many subjects. England's
queen has a collection of pets at Sand
rlngham that contains a wide variety,
embracing dogs, chickens, doves,
horses and parrcts. f Many years ago,
when she visited Ireland, a dove was
given her as an emblem ot peace and
goopd will, and on her return to Lon
don she bought a mate for It. Their
descendants are numerous, and the
queen always has one specially trained
for her boudoir. This particular pet
has Its cage In the room, and will leave
It at her call to perch on her finger
or nestle on her shoulder. These
doves are all white, with pink eyes.
A small island in a pool Is the home
of a number of foreign birds. Among
them are some curious specimens, ot
which several oyster catchers are re
garded as peculiarly interesting by
their owner. They have black and
white plumage and long red bills,
which they uso like scissors to detach
the mollusk. Three turtle doves are
recent additions. They were on
board the steamer when her majesty
returned from Denmark last year, and
she became so fond of them that they
were sent to Sandrlngham. The
queen's kennels are extensive, and in
them are collies, Newfoundlands, deer
hounds and otiier varieties. Tor per
sonal pets are two Japanese spaniels,
carrying them everywhere wkh her.
Each kcnnnel has a bedroom and a
sitting-room, and all open upon a largo
central courtroom. There Is also a
horpltal, and when a dog dies It Is
buried In a litttle cemetery and a
tombstone is placed over lta grave.
Sam, the pooodle who was a pet of
Princess Victoria, lies here. The
princess used to have the clippings
from his long and silky coat made Into
yarn for crocheting Httlo shawls.
Queen Alexandra Is well known by
every dog in the kennel. Horses come
in for a goodly share of her majesty's
affection. She hns been a fine horse
woman from childhood, and still rides
nearly every day.
Mla-ratlnc Hlrris.
The Rock ot Gibraltar Is an ideal
spot from which to note the arrival
of the birds from Africa on their spring
passage. It is not such a general
resting place and "cross-roads" as Is
Heligoland; but standing as It does
at the narrowest point in the Mediter
ranean, It forms one of the jetties at
the birds' crossing-place, while tho
neighborhood of Tangier Is the corre
sponding pier of this Invisible bridge.
For five seasons the arrival of the
birds was very carefully watched by
Colonel Irby, who also acquired the
notes ot a French naturalist, M. Fav
ler, who lived for 30 years in Tangier.
The notes, both of M. Favier and of
Colonel Irby, give us something more
than a pllmpse, not only of the arrvlal
of the birds which mean to sottle for
the summer in Spain, but of what we
never see, and very few people ever
realize to be taking place when they
do see it, the passage of the birds
midway on the Journey from Equator
ial Africa to England. Some, tho swal
lows, for Instance, drop detachments
probably along the whole line from
North Africa to Sweden. Some stop
at Tangier, some at Gibraltar, some In
Spain, some, doubtless, along the
French coast Others come to Eng
land, others go on still further. There
Is every reason to believe that It Is
the same pair of birds which stays
each year at Its usual nesting place.
Yet there Is nothing to stop them
where they do stop, except free will.
What can there be in the mind of one
swallow hatched last year which takes
the little bird to Seville, while an
other will not be content till it reaches
Chrlstianla? M. Favier says that
"great flights of swallows pa-ss the
Straits from Africa to Europe in Jan
uary and February, returning in Sep
tember and October to join those
which have remained at Tangier to
neat. Then they all go further south
for the winter." Where they go he
did not know; but they are now said
to be found all over Africa in midwin
ter. "The Moors say that it offends
God to kill a swallow as much as It
conciliates Satan to kill a raven," says
M. Favier, "and that swallows and
storks were inspired by Allah for lha
destruction ot flies and noxious rep
tiles." The Spectator.
The Discontented Beetle.
There was once a big, -discontented
beetle. He bad no pretty colors on
his wing cases, and the wings them
selves, folded beneath, were too small
to hold his heavy body up for any
length of flight. All day he burrowed
In the earth aud docaped leaves and
at night he crept out to envy the fire
flies.
"Oh" he sighed, "what happiness to
fly about In the warm air carrying
one of those beautiful lamps. Mow 1
wish I was a lightning bug and not
a clumsy old black beetle."
One day as he waa digging In the
earth he came on an angle worm's
tunnel. Now tho bug people think
that the anglo worms are very wise
and useful, and so they are, for alt
their lives long they spend In work
ing the soil ovor and over so that It
will lie loose for the roots of the tree
and the flowers to move through; you
know they do move, very, very slowly,
or else they would always stay In ono
spot, and not go crawling under the
ground this way and that.
"Say," aRked the discontented beetle
of the angle worm, "you are wise, can
you tell nie whero tho Are flies buy
their lamps?"
"No," tho worm answered, turning
his blind, pink face toward the beetle,
"but I have heard the grans roois talk
ing together, and, If 1 remember
rightly, they spoke of a fire somewhere
up In tho sky that warmed them;
maybe tho flro files light their lampa
there."
Then the worm turned away to bite
off a great mouthful of clay, swallow
ing It quite contentedly. "Why don't
you ask tho fire files themselves "
It mumbled, seeing tho beetle still
waiting there, "that Is what I would
advlre your doing."
N jw the beetle was very shy and
very proud. Ho was not afraid of a
blind angle worm, but when It came
to Introducing himself to a flro fly.
with a lovely red head and black mark
ingsto say nothing of the lamp that
was too much.
"I will not ask any more questions.
I will hunt the world over till I find
that fire for myself, said the beetle
sullenly, so off ho started. When he
stuck his head out of tho earth worm's
tunnel the first thing he saw was a
bright red light, glittering behind the
leaves. He was sure It was far away,
because he felt no heat from It Cer
tainly that must be the fire the roots
were talking of. He would go there
as straight as he lould crawl, so ne
scrambled off over the ground, his
nose pushing tho grass and his two
little feelers showing him the way.
Just as you see any of tho bug people
walk. If you watch them. Bye and
bye he looked up, thinking, undoubt
edly, that he had made a long Jour
ney and must bo near the end. Mercy!
not a sign of the Are anywhere, no
smoke even, which was not strange
when you think that what the stupid
beetle had taken for a flro was tho
Bnttino- nun whlfti hod drnnnnil Avf
the edge of tho world long ago and I
left only a big pink stain In the sky
where It had been. J
"Dear mo." fretted the beetle, "how
tired I am all for nothing and no
good!" and he burrowed under some
dry leaves to sulk. . When he looked
tip again, however, he forgot that
he had been discouraged, for there,
white and beautiful and shining, be
tweeen tho tree branches he saw an
other Arc, and as soon as he saw it be
made tip his mind that this was the
very one he was looking for.
"Here goes!" exclaimed the beetle
cheerfully, and he began to climb the
first tree he came to. It was a slow
journey, and many a time he would
have fallen but for the hard, hooked
claws which he dug Into tho bark
ot the tree. Ho did reach the top at' "
last, aa men and beetles always can
If they dig their claws In and work
hard enough, but when the tip-top
had been reached, dreadful to say, the
white Are had flown a million miles
away up among the stars! Can you
guess what it was that hod fooled the
old bectlo so?
For a long time the dlscontentej
beetle stood on the top leaf, which
looked to his little eyes like a wide,
black floor, swinging and tilting with .
tho wind. There waa no use, he
thought, he would give up his hunt
and go back to his cell In the ground,
where he could neither see nor hear,
for what good were eyes and ears ex
cept to put impossible ideas in one's
head? As he turned to go down the
tree he stopped suddenly, dusted his
eyes with bis feelers and looked again.
Waa it possible there in the street
below him, the very fire he was look
ing for? Yes, there it shone, dang
ling from an iron post and so wonder
fiillv wtiltA that tho mnnn lnnlrpd llko
a dirty silver plate beside it. A per
feet rlnnH nf hnsr neonle danced excit
edly around it come to light their
lamps, too, the beetle told himself, and
the next moment he stretched, his
wings and went skimming through the
darkness. He forgot tho other bug
people dancing there, forgot tho red
sun that hid over the hill, the white
moon that ran away to the stars, the
long Journey ho had come on; forgot
everything except the great, blazing
diamond light that was growing nearer
with every qurver of bis wings.
"Where ore you going? You wiH
burn yourself!"
The next morning when the man
came to dean out the electric globes
he found, with a pint of other burned
up bugs, the body ot a big black bee
tle. "How can such a large bug have so
little sense!" ho exclaimed, but when
tho grass roots told the angle worm
he said nothing, because his mouth
was full ot dirt. Washington Star.
Bard en the Father.
A little girl, three years old, who is
very fond of music, has a father who
cannot distinguish one tuno from an
other. However, she is always urging
him to sing. He was trying bis best
to please her with a hymn one day
and flat.ered himself that he was do
ing very well. Suddenly the little ty
rant turned upon him and demanded:
"Why don't you sing, daddy? You're
only making a noise." New York
Press.
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