Life — February 2, 1899 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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“1 suppose my next duties wilt be as nurse- maid.” Willie pulled himself together to rebel, ne at him so viciously that he cluded it would but pa changed bis mind, and co be more comfortabloat present to acquiesce. Pa followed closely behind riving at the trees, stepma informed Willie that he was to sit on the eggs while sbe and pa went to call on his brother Eddie and his mate. Willie meekly slid into the nest and was soon left to his own reflections, which were hardly what one would call cheerful. “Well, this is a pretty occupation for a specting young sparrow with a dark- brown spot on his breast, Wasn't it enough to have mo errand boy for the entire family all last season without turning me into an T suppose my next duties will be as nursemaid—and for her offspring, too! Oh, this is maddening! I've a good mind to light out and let the pesky things get addled, That would hardly be fair, though ; and just because th ough to take advantage reason why I should make cide, even in embryo.” About sunset the pair returned, and Mrs, Wattle, t x rather fatigued, relieved Willie on the nest. He then flew back te his lone retreat near the Frog Pond, whero he perehed in the angle formed by a limb, and weary little head against the treo trunk, Here he remained till after dark, going over and over the situation, and always coming back to the same point. “T don't like to do it,” he exclaimed at last, “ but don’t geo any other way out of it, 80 here goes. He looked down at the pond, but the water seemed so dark and cold that he turned away with a sigh and flew out to Tromont Street, where the electric lights were blazing brilliantly, He looked at one of these intently for a moment, then shiv- and, o1 self. incubator? leaned his *LDRES ered and said, “Not that way!” He then flew straight up, up until the cily looked like a cluster of diamonds far below, then, closing his eyes and folding bis wings, he breathed a little prayerful sigh of appeal to his Maker, and yielded bimself to the force of gravity, The next morning his poor little body was swept up by the unsympathetic strect department, without a thought being paid to tho unsatisfied longing, and despair that had torn the sensitive little heart within that tiny bunch of feathers. For a day or two Mrs, Wattle wondei he didn’t return, and a friend siovally asked after him; then everyth hope moved on as serenely a8 though he had nover been, We may dip a cupful out of the ocean, but the waters close and remain as before, Albert William Nott, All the Same. TTCHE bachelor of the olden day W And the city bachelor, and bachelor, And the good, and tho bad, and the mad, and tho sad bachelor, Liked to say: “Wo'd rather be single than wed, We'd never consent to be led By a frail apron striog Round a gold wedding-ring— We would very much rather be dead "— So they said. the witty But the city bachelor, And the good, and the bad, and tho sad, and the mad bachelor, One a Take their bats from the pegs on the wall Of their jolly old bachelor’s hall, And bow to the wittiest, And kneel to the pretties And kiss the oncthey like the best. Marguerite Tracy. bachelor, and the witty A SUDDEN STOP, SAVED! T is somewhat dificult to make the traditions of the hearthstone cluster about a steam radiator. HE declaration from a woman’s lips that “she will be the slave of no man,” comes merely from the lips.