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th, FA “3 a3 tw e * _ se not control his laughter, it would not offend that philanthropic soul who still stood, with her arms following Archie’s movements, still uttering sounds of encouragement, but be- ginning to look blank as the wild geese dropped down toward the south and Archie remained on the lawn. At last the bird gave it up: he made his decision in favor of civilization, and squat- ting down before his plate, gave himself over to wholehearted enjoyment of it. Mrs. Os- borne looked blank, until, hearing some one laugh, she turned and walked rapidly to- ward the house. Springtime had whirled at the sound of that delicious chuckle and found that Kitty had appeared from somewhere— Kitty, who, with her eyes alight and her hand over her mouth, was trying to keep down unseemly merriment. When Mrs. Osborne had gone THE U shelter of a sytinga bush, where, if he could curve of his arm After a time Kitty’s into a wise, 1 into a wide-eyed stare c: lights that had come on The rays from the windows shi gloomy, windy yard, where they coagulate and settle into a \¥ farm about Springtime and Kitty. prime bent and touched her lips with his; but as he raised his head, his wilder half ralhed for one last stand. = “In the spring, bo,” he said softly, “in the spring!” Kitty looked up and the wise little smile broadened a bit. “ Yes, dear,” she said. And to mix metaphors: “ Yes, dear,” ut- tered in just that tone, has been the swan song of many a wild goose. END U WOMEN versus NATURE VW HEN Nature started on the job she didn’t grab the outside knob And slam the door and hurry home before her work was done; She merely did the best she could, and when she found the job was good, She dressed the animals and birds and loosed them one by one. In gorgeous hues she clothed the males—the birds with fancy wings and tails— She made them handsome to the eye in color and physique. The male must stand the greater test, and so Dame Nature thought it best (No doubt that probably was it) to make the female weak. The lion and the kangaroo. the peacock and the cockatoo, She clothed in raiment rich and fine—the females drab and plain; She spotted up the leopard male, she striped the tiger, plumed the quail And handed all the female kind the bonor and the pain. The human female only sees Dame Nature as a piece of cheese— She’s switched the system all about and thinks no more of Then; The Now is hers—she’s grabbed the clothes, and so with powder on her nose She turns it up some nine degrees whene’er she talks of men. Oh, Nature, how we need thee now'! They’ve swiped our jobs and trades and arts—they've taken every chance. Oh, Nature, in your hour of ease—or any other time you please— Hurry on the job again while we're yet wearing pants! Come! The farmerettes have grabbed the plow; a com