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The Brussels Post, 1908-8-27, Page 2SINCE they. had loft their own court - `\J try, the little colony of Albanese were very happy In Sicily, Upon this island, washed by the blue Medi- terranean, and plentifullyadorned with trees and [towers and verdure, nature visited. her happiest mood. So the Al- banese divided. their tine between gaz- ing at,rainbow-tinted sky and the beau- ties of land and sea,.. arid their work. Happy, but not too industrious, were they. After a While, however, affliction earno upon ante. household. The father and mother died, and a little daughter was left all alone. Robbie, for that was her name, went to live with an aunt. Here she was treated unkindly, al- though she worked Just as hard as aver ebe could and was very good and obe- dient, One day, as Robbie was returning from the fountain with a jar of water balanced upon her head, she stumbled i'th,t hl' see :Mike ,-"silk ., 47' •*. Man IN tog11S i rIItiWIA1 I I`ll. I' saw g small boy hurtle though the limbs, screaming In wild terror, Rob- bin hastened to his aide, as he lay upon the ground, apparently much hurt. She then saw it was Fran0eaeo, the little son of Mother nada, "Francesco! Francesco! Speak to mei"' she cried to the boy, as he lay there pale and still, But Francesco did not seem to hear; so she took him by the arms. andhalf supporting, half drag- ging him, toiled along the path leading to the little fellow's home. Mother Fiavia was greatly alarmed when Robbie entered thehouse with her burden, Under her skilful hands, how- ever, it didnot take long Lor Francesco to regain conclousnees, "Now telt me how it all happened," demanded Mother Flavla, when they were able to rest for a moment. Robbie described hew Francesco had fallen. from the treo and how she had dragged him thither. "And, ohl Mother Flavin," she added, in a trembling voice, "I broke the pitcher you lent mei" Before the woman could reply little Francesco opened his eyes, and whis- pered; "It was 1 who broke the pitcher, mother, S sneaked up behind ber and pushed her so that it fell from her ROBBIA AGAIN BREAKS HER PITCHER In the roadway. Down crashed the pitcher! Robbie looked helplessly upon- the ponthe wreck, and then ran aHrightedly to the cottage where dwelt Mother Fiavia, an old friend of Robbie:ft parents. Often the littleri 1 would d 9 u p away to Moth- er Flavla for comfort. To the good woman she now ran with her tale of woe. Mother Flavla tried to soothe Rob- bla, but the lass declared between sobs that she wouldn't dare go back and tell her cruel aunt about the accident. So the generous friend lent Robbiea pitcher to replace that which was brok- en, Drying her tears and assuring Mother Flavia that she would ever be grateful Robbie. again proceeded to the dountain. She stood on the ledge which ran along the base of the marble fountain, while she dipped the great jar into the cool Waters. Suddenly there came a. rough push from behind, the pitcher dropped from her hands --and Robbie was again In trouble. Before she could gather her wits, the guilty person had disappeared. Now frightened even too much to weep, she plodded stupidly toward her aunt's house, where she was sure she would be severely punished. But just as she was passing by a tree near the roadside she neard a crashing and a snapping of branches. Then she hands. And then I ran away to hide in the tree." "Well, well, don't worry, my chil- dren " said. a the good o woman. an. "I shall present Robbie with a pitcher fur her very own. Site certainly deserves it for taking care of you, Francesco." And as the new water ,tar was much nicer than the one first broken, Robbia's aunt did not even scold the little girl. Seeing Things Under Water O OBSERVE closely the many erre beautiful forms of plant and animal Ilse growing under water, 1t 1s only necessary for you to make use of a water box. This box is of half-inch pine, from fifteen to twenty inches lung, by five or six Inches square, One end has handles and is open, the other has window glass let in and puttied tight, so that" the water can not leak through, In sides of the box, nail thr the e three sides together and whittle grooves so that• you can slipthe square of window glass Into them at the end before the fourth side is put on. Of course, in using the box, grasp it by the han- dles, and placing the end covered with glass beneath the surface of the water, look through the box. You will see very clearly everything in the water—provided It Is not too muddy. ((t Y THY do we Dail hire, 'Old Soo'?" V\y/ remarked the warden of the Tower et London, "Well, 'Soo' le short for 'Sucrates,' and the old duffer is so wisp that nothing aloe seems to fit. "Not but what he hasn't bad plenty of time to learn, Ho was the pet at the Tower long before I wad appointee war- ded, and he must he at least 80 Years old, They live to be 100, you know." The warden looked affectionately at the splendid raven, who pleasured fully two feet. I•Iis once glossy, bluish -black plumage Wee somewhat dulled now, but llil6we ever ]snow how It i'apponod—the Old/ 'man ]tad an accident with his gut., 7xI0.' charged It, and shot hhnself, yet' ![now.. Pretty badly hurt he was, tea, I,ut So/ Was wise enough to see that help Wag needed. After hovering About Mr mas- ter for aminute, he flew rapidly toward the nearest Mensa, All the L'olko, 'round. there knew the ex -Warden. So 0ney1 naturally were acquainted withthe bled, who was never separated from 'the man. Feeling sure something was wrong they permitted themselves to bo guided byOm bird to where the ex-wardenlay wound- ed. EV'RYBODY'S fond of camping, 'Meng us fellers here in town; Ev'ry year we go a -tramping Soon as summer comes aroun'. Voices from the forest, call us— Make us long to got away; An' tee streets of town appall us So We feel we cannot stay. Up the mountain side we're trudging, Eaoh one with his Little pack, An' we're sure We won't bo budging From our camp 'til winter's back. Things are fine at the beginning— All the fellers fun of fun; Even cook some praise is winning Though the pancakes aren't "done." But at last we start a -pining • For the pies that mother bakes; Though out loud we don't go whining, Still we dream of mother's cakes. Strange, how first you are a -yearning For a place uncivilized; Funny, how you're soon returning To the comforts you despised. DrQ:SS TOO MANY PERSONS "FIX" BABY'S DRESS ALTHOUGH baby was as bright and cheerful a tot as ever lived, she was very vainof herself and her dresses, She owned ever so many pretty frocks, and was always teaeing for more. So that when one afternoon a wagon brought a mysterious box to the house and the box, when opened, displayed the daintiest kind of a baby's dress, all light and fluffy and with pretty ribbons, baby danced in glee. But her JOY turned to grief when shefound the dress too long for her. "I think we can make it fit her," said the mother, after they bad inspected the frock upon baby. Late that afternoon grandma hap. pened to see the dress lying upon a chair. "I shall fix it for the dear little angel," said she. Bringing her sewing basket she deftly cut and stitched and hemmed. After she had finished grand- ma left home to pay a visit to a neigh- bor After dinner baby's mother picked up the dress, saying to herself: "I think I shall now fix baby's dress so that It will be ready for her to wear tomorrow." The she cut ti's dress off at the bot. tont and at the sleeves. Baby's aunt rose early next morning. As she passed through the sewing room she saw the new dress. "Baby will bo disappointed 1f her new dress isn't ready today. I think I'll fix It now." More was cut off the dress, the aunt flnlahing before any of the other mem. bars of the family came downstairs. The first thing baby said when she arose in the morning was; "Where's my pitty neer dress." The dress was brought promptly, and mother, grandmother and aunt gathered round to observe how delighted baby would be. You can imagine their surprise when they paw the dress was now so small that baby looked ridiculous, "I can't understand !t!" gasped grand, ma. "I took the greatest care in cut- ting." "You did?" cried the aunt. "Why, I fixed it myself only a few hours ago!" "And I sewed upon it last evening," added baby's mother. It was all so comical that the three looked at one another and laughed. ' Baby didn't laugh, however, She knew the pretty frock was spoiled. ret Phonor �G/"\RRR-GRRI" Whirred t h e p h onograph, 'as it that does When net a -rune ng. But no One had started it, And, as phonographs usually don't play of 01 Or own accord, B1ilieboy jumped w 011 astonishment. 'Billieboy! Blllleboyt Come here, my B11]ieboyl" some one sang, Then -Billieboy whistled. It was so strange. He didn't know father pos- eassed a record for such a song—and that twanging, sing -song tone cer- tainly belonged to the phonograph. Billieboy drew nearer to investigate. Ile rubbed his eyes, blinked and looked hard. It couldn't be—yes, it surely Was!—the funniest little man- ikin imaginable. He must have been an alt' lost from a fairy tale, this tiny fe eve, who, with the sklbl of a fly promenading on the ceiling, careless - THE FUNNIEST MANII<IN't P tains ly held footing Inside the phonograph. horn. "Don't stare so, Billieboy; it's !m- polite," said the manikin, in a thin, rasping voice, "You ought to say something especially nice, Inasmuch as you've been forcing my acquaint• ance for the last six months." "Forcing your acquaintance l"_ gasped Bi IIieboy, "Well, haven't you been 'squinting into the horn whenever you've had the chano0, and haven't you been longing to And out where the sound Comes from?" sharply retorted the ell. "Of course you have. And since you've gazed so much at the outside of my home, I've decided to let you see the Inside. As for the sound, if you Weren't so ignorant you'd know it is I, the Impof the Phonograph, who makes it, But come, there's lots to see and not a deal of time In which t0 see It." Thereupon the Inip turned, as though expecting Billieboy to follow. "What's the matter now'?" he de- manded, whop he saw the boy made no movement. "Flow. can I crawl into such a little place?" aeked the bewildered Billie - boy. The imp breathed hard and seemed about to utter same very wicked Words, "Well, of all the helpless ordaturesl" he finally managed to sputter, "If you feel as small as you really ought to feel, you Won't have the least dif- ficulty in •getting into noy home. See here, don't you feel Very stne,11 and measly?" Billieboy, much embarrassed, Midi- ed his Weight from ono foot to the ether, "Yee, I s'pose So," he mut. Mored, And no s00n0r was Ulla evoke on than he shrank and Shrank until 11e was even tinier than the elf. Fortunately, there wee a ahair be- side the table upon whiolt the Moo- negraph rested. Up title Illlileboy tWarivad, until 110 Was on a level "SANG MUSICALLY INTO THE HORN" with the horn. The Imp grasped ttls arm and pulled him along the elip- pery surface, while Bhliebey felt as though he were a sty being dragged into a spider's dap. . At every step the way grew more narrow, until the Imp pushed open a little round doer et the end of the passage, and the two stumbled into a cozy little room, Blllioboy Iookod around ltim in amazement. The apartment seamed 00 be fitted up as a library, Bock- shelves ran ail about the room, but, as the Imp shortiy explained, the li- brary, for the most part, consisted o1 volumee of mesio. "Would you mind telling me What that IS for?" asked the lad, painting 00 a brass tube Which extended i:rom the wall, and at tin end 00 Whlelt Was a born with a largo, fiat bell, "Whet You See," eXcIailnod the Imp, "as soon as any one places a record on the phonograph, I receive the mes- sage through this horn. Then I take down from the shelf the music book in which the gong is written and sing Into the horn. This le what you people hear." "My, you must know a lot about music!" gasped Billieboy. The Imp smiled modestly an he re-. plied: "That's my business, and 1 have to, IOU knOW Tc1, I can make a ;mite tike a whole orchestra, Or'X can sing duots and quartets with tny8010 quite easily, I know' alt the tunes so well that I really don't have hough bead of music eoores, ibet I always take down the books, anyway, in case MY mete[• Ory should happen to tali me." At this"mcni'entan ominous buzzing 1Y 00 it°;ththe Iitln listetedna MOMent. i I Iii boy Then he hastily grabbed a book from the shelf and soon was singing, very musically, a selection from "Il Tro- vatore," "Great! Great!" cried Billieboy, en, thusiastioally, when the Imp had fin- ished, "Hush! You mustn't talk so loud, or they'll hear you outside," cau- tioned the Imp, "Though- I know some peeplo would probably think it part of the music," he added,"With a sarcastic smile. "But say, Billieboy, I don't Want to send you away. Don't you think, however, that you'd better get back before your folks discover your ab- sence, You know, they'll think it strange 1f you're not around when the phonograph begins to play. You al- ways are," ' The lad 05000 with iris friend, and soon they were crawling toward the mouth of tho great horn. Billieboy said good-bye with much regret, and promised to Visit the Imp often, Then I10 slid clown the back of the chair to the carpet. An instant—and he was the elms or the former Billieboy. Thereafter, when Billieboy heard the sounds coining from the phone. graph his eyes no longer grew big with Wonder,. Instead, he smiled a knowing smile that greatly puzzled every one. 1300 THEY knew noth- ing about the Imp 01 the Phone - graph. A Sipple Microscope F YOU hove need of the enlarge - Merit of Writing which le small and illegible, or 1f you desire tb iucroaso the size of any other object, wily not matte your Men m10rescopo? Cut Out a piece of thin eatdbeard. Ink one aide of title until it is entire. ly black, Matte a pinhole in the cen- ter of the sheet. Looking through titin pinhole, you Will bo Surprised to learnwhat a good mioros00pe. yeti have manufae- tered. "OLD SOC" FED hea w s a spry bird f P old or one 0 ears Y S Y Old. 0111 sec croaked his gratitude for the tidbit which the warden passed to him and the man, gazing ref,ectively at the bird, continued: "The old fellbw couldtell many an interesting story, if he chose, And he well deserves Ills reputation for intel- ligence. "When the warden before mo was re- tired because of age, he moved out to a little plaoe in the country. Old Soc had becomeso attached to ilii that he went along with bis master. Well It was for the man, too, "He liked to be buoy, theex-warden did. And he pottered 'round as much as he was able to, even going on little tramps with his gun, always taking the raven along with him, of course. "Upon one of these occasions—no one BY THE WARDEN "Tho old man grew somewhat better, but he never fully recovered. When he died, they say the ravenalmost died,, too. He grieved and moped, and wouldn't eat anything, Then he seemed to remember itis old home at the Tower. To our surprise, he dropped In upon us one day, just as though he had never left, and he's been here ever since. Funny thing about It is that he seems to like only people—isn't fond of birds at all, Must have been badly treated be his con folk, many years ago, I s'pose, and hasn't forgotten it." Old Sec, who had been gravely listen- ing, with his head turned slightly to Ono side, now gave to fluttering jump to cap- ture the last morsel of food from tine though •hewing, he strutte-with head, agreat dignity toward the building. Knowing Old bird!" commented the Warden, and we agreed with him. ongooses !cit "CAME TO MR. MONGOOSE'S HOME" 5114T"say that Mr, Mongoose Is a sly old fellow," murmured Mr. Solonodon to himself; "but I'll wager I can outwit hint without half trying." Skirting the edge of the wood, Mr. Solenodon came t0 the door Of the mongoose's home and rapped vigor- ously upon it, . Mr. Mongoose came to the door him- self. He rather lilted the appearance of his visitor, although the long snout, with nostrils upon each side, looked rather inquisitive, and Mr, Mongoose, being very inquisitive himself, didn't lite other people to possess this quality, Besides, the newcomer had a tall entirely naked of fur, which looped perfectly hide- ous. But 11e heal beautiful, long fur, tawny above and light broWn Uncler- neatlt the body, and his great claws inspired respect. The s0leuod0n bowed politely, a0 he said; "My name is Mr, ,, Solenodon, Al- tltopgh Ivo novor had the pleasure of mooting you before, 1110000me you are Me. Mongoose" As the mongoose nodded iris head, the e0ienodon continued: "Could Yoe be so' kind es to pet, mit me to rest awhile 111 your 0003' fortablo little tunnel I am quite weary of traVellltg." "Certainly, air" rejoined the mon- geoee, rest as long as you like." He hospitably gave Mr. Solenodon a place at his board and put before him a 11108 dish of insects. While the aolenodon was enjoying this repast,, he told himself that how Was an opportunity to try hie - wit 11100 the host. Mr, Mongoose," Bald he, "elan you tell ale Why a gnat flies?" The mongoose wrinkled his brews thoughtfully. "I don't just know," 11e replied, "unless It b0 t0 get Where he wants to go," "No," said the solenodon, "that Isn't why, Would you like to know the correct reason?" "Indeed, I would," answered the mongoo0e, mach interested. "Well," chuckled Oho solenedon, "a gnat files for the same reason that some folks are geese. "I-Iai tial ha!" "Um," grunted the mongoose,look- ing quletly at the solenodon, "I sup - peso that is Very funny, But I Should like to know if you place Mt among 'sono people.' " "Well, you: are part of a geese; aren't you?" returned the solenodon, laughing at his own joke.. "Yes, and you are a whole goose!" cried the mongoose, leaping upon lila visitor and tearing hitt[. 'limb from limb, elver since that time the mongoose has hated the solenodon, and so er. feetively has lie bought agalne, hint that few solmlotlons are now - alive. The One 01101111 in the picture, a ea. tern Of I•Iaiti, Is an exceedingly rare specimen. How bogs It,eceived Their 1'To.rner. The spaniel is so called bcr,tuse the original breed came from. Spahr.. The spite dog received 1ts mute because of its eller)! nose, "spit'," to German, lneaning 'sharp polite Another lnitny deg is known as a dachshund because that Word in Ger- man moans 'badger dog," and the dachshund was first ontp10) 11 1 )r drawing badgers, 1'ox terriere were e0 nn.mrd in MOngland they were used to hit foxes. '= I % X111 �;I'C pp — 'd4 f lei / ll1 41 1 .�frVV/' I� h \\1 f. 1 f 1 TOO MANY PERSONS "FIX" BABY'S DRESS ALTHOUGH baby was as bright and cheerful a tot as ever lived, she was very vainof herself and her dresses, She owned ever so many pretty frocks, and was always teaeing for more. So that when one afternoon a wagon brought a mysterious box to the house and the box, when opened, displayed the daintiest kind of a baby's dress, all light and fluffy and with pretty ribbons, baby danced in glee. But her JOY turned to grief when shefound the dress too long for her. "I think we can make it fit her," said the mother, after they bad inspected the frock upon baby. Late that afternoon grandma hap. pened to see the dress lying upon a chair. "I shall fix it for the dear little angel," said she. Bringing her sewing basket she deftly cut and stitched and hemmed. After she had finished grand- ma left home to pay a visit to a neigh- bor After dinner baby's mother picked up the dress, saying to herself: "I think I shall now fix baby's dress so that It will be ready for her to wear tomorrow." The she cut ti's dress off at the bot. tont and at the sleeves. Baby's aunt rose early next morning. As she passed through the sewing room she saw the new dress. "Baby will bo disappointed 1f her new dress isn't ready today. I think I'll fix It now." More was cut off the dress, the aunt flnlahing before any of the other mem. bars of the family came downstairs. The first thing baby said when she arose in the morning was; "Where's my pitty neer dress." The dress was brought promptly, and mother, grandmother and aunt gathered round to observe how delighted baby would be. You can imagine their surprise when they paw the dress was now so small that baby looked ridiculous, "I can't understand !t!" gasped grand, ma. "I took the greatest care in cut- ting." "You did?" cried the aunt. "Why, I fixed it myself only a few hours ago!" "And I sewed upon it last evening," added baby's mother. It was all so comical that the three looked at one another and laughed. ' Baby didn't laugh, however, She knew the pretty frock was spoiled. ret Phonor �G/"\RRR-GRRI" Whirred t h e p h onograph, 'as it that does When net a -rune ng. But no One had started it, And, as phonographs usually don't play of 01 Or own accord, B1ilieboy jumped w 011 astonishment. 'Billieboy! Blllleboyt Come here, my B11]ieboyl" some one sang, Then -Billieboy whistled. It was so strange. He didn't know father pos- eassed a record for such a song—and that twanging, sing -song tone cer- tainly belonged to the phonograph. Billieboy drew nearer to investigate. Ile rubbed his eyes, blinked and looked hard. It couldn't be—yes, it surely Was!—the funniest little man- ikin imaginable. He must have been an alt' lost from a fairy tale, this tiny fe eve, who, with the sklbl of a fly promenading on the ceiling, careless - THE FUNNIEST MANII<IN't P tains ly held footing Inside the phonograph. horn. "Don't stare so, Billieboy; it's !m- polite," said the manikin, in a thin, rasping voice, "You ought to say something especially nice, Inasmuch as you've been forcing my acquaint• ance for the last six months." "Forcing your acquaintance l"_ gasped Bi IIieboy, "Well, haven't you been 'squinting into the horn whenever you've had the chano0, and haven't you been longing to And out where the sound Comes from?" sharply retorted the ell. "Of course you have. And since you've gazed so much at the outside of my home, I've decided to let you see the Inside. As for the sound, if you Weren't so ignorant you'd know it is I, the Impof the Phonograph, who makes it, But come, there's lots to see and not a deal of time In which t0 see It." Thereupon the Inip turned, as though expecting Billieboy to follow. "What's the matter now'?" he de- manded, whop he saw the boy made no movement. "Flow. can I crawl into such a little place?" aeked the bewildered Billie - boy. The imp breathed hard and seemed about to utter same very wicked Words, "Well, of all the helpless ordaturesl" he finally managed to sputter, "If you feel as small as you really ought to feel, you Won't have the least dif- ficulty in •getting into noy home. See here, don't you feel Very stne,11 and measly?" Billieboy, much embarrassed, Midi- ed his Weight from ono foot to the ether, "Yee, I s'pose So," he mut. Mored, And no s00n0r was Ulla evoke on than he shrank and Shrank until 11e was even tinier than the elf. Fortunately, there wee a ahair be- side the table upon whiolt the Moo- negraph rested. Up title Illlileboy tWarivad, until 110 Was on a level "SANG MUSICALLY INTO THE HORN" with the horn. The Imp grasped ttls arm and pulled him along the elip- pery surface, while Bhliebey felt as though he were a sty being dragged into a spider's dap. . At every step the way grew more narrow, until the Imp pushed open a little round doer et the end of the passage, and the two stumbled into a cozy little room, Blllioboy Iookod around ltim in amazement. The apartment seamed 00 be fitted up as a library, Bock- shelves ran ail about the room, but, as the Imp shortiy explained, the li- brary, for the most part, consisted o1 volumee of mesio. "Would you mind telling me What that IS for?" asked the lad, painting 00 a brass tube Which extended i:rom the wall, and at tin end 00 Whlelt Was a born with a largo, fiat bell, "Whet You See," eXcIailnod the Imp, "as soon as any one places a record on the phonograph, I receive the mes- sage through this horn. Then I take down from the shelf the music book in which the gong is written and sing Into the horn. This le what you people hear." "My, you must know a lot about music!" gasped Billieboy. The Imp smiled modestly an he re-. plied: "That's my business, and 1 have to, IOU knOW Tc1, I can make a ;mite tike a whole orchestra, Or'X can sing duots and quartets with tny8010 quite easily, I know' alt the tunes so well that I really don't have hough bead of music eoores, ibet I always take down the books, anyway, in case MY mete[• Ory should happen to tali me." At this"mcni'entan ominous buzzing 1Y 00 it°;ththe Iitln listetedna MOMent. i I Iii boy Then he hastily grabbed a book from the shelf and soon was singing, very musically, a selection from "Il Tro- vatore," "Great! Great!" cried Billieboy, en, thusiastioally, when the Imp had fin- ished, "Hush! You mustn't talk so loud, or they'll hear you outside," cau- tioned the Imp, "Though- I know some peeplo would probably think it part of the music," he added,"With a sarcastic smile. "But say, Billieboy, I don't Want to send you away. Don't you think, however, that you'd better get back before your folks discover your ab- sence, You know, they'll think it strange 1f you're not around when the phonograph begins to play. You al- ways are," ' The lad 05000 with iris friend, and soon they were crawling toward the mouth of tho great horn. Billieboy said good-bye with much regret, and promised to Visit the Imp often, Then I10 slid clown the back of the chair to the carpet. An instant—and he was the elms or the former Billieboy. Thereafter, when Billieboy heard the sounds coining from the phone. graph his eyes no longer grew big with Wonder,. Instead, he smiled a knowing smile that greatly puzzled every one. 1300 THEY knew noth- ing about the Imp 01 the Phone - graph. A Sipple Microscope F YOU hove need of the enlarge - Merit of Writing which le small and illegible, or 1f you desire tb iucroaso the size of any other object, wily not matte your Men m10rescopo? Cut Out a piece of thin eatdbeard. Ink one aide of title until it is entire. ly black, Matte a pinhole in the cen- ter of the sheet. Looking through titin pinhole, you Will bo Surprised to learnwhat a good mioros00pe. yeti have manufae- tered. "OLD SOC" FED hea w s a spry bird f P old or one 0 ears Y S Y Old. 0111 sec croaked his gratitude for the tidbit which the warden passed to him and the man, gazing ref,ectively at the bird, continued: "The old fellbw couldtell many an interesting story, if he chose, And he well deserves Ills reputation for intel- ligence. "When the warden before mo was re- tired because of age, he moved out to a little plaoe in the country. Old Soc had becomeso attached to ilii that he went along with bis master. Well It was for the man, too, "He liked to be buoy, theex-warden did. And he pottered 'round as much as he was able to, even going on little tramps with his gun, always taking the raven along with him, of course. "Upon one of these occasions—no one BY THE WARDEN "Tho old man grew somewhat better, but he never fully recovered. When he died, they say the ravenalmost died,, too. He grieved and moped, and wouldn't eat anything, Then he seemed to remember itis old home at the Tower. To our surprise, he dropped In upon us one day, just as though he had never left, and he's been here ever since. Funny thing about It is that he seems to like only people—isn't fond of birds at all, Must have been badly treated be his con folk, many years ago, I s'pose, and hasn't forgotten it." Old Sec, who had been gravely listen- ing, with his head turned slightly to Ono side, now gave to fluttering jump to cap- ture the last morsel of food from tine though •hewing, he strutte-with head, agreat dignity toward the building. Knowing Old bird!" commented the Warden, and we agreed with him. ongooses !cit "CAME TO MR. MONGOOSE'S HOME" 5114T"say that Mr, Mongoose Is a sly old fellow," murmured Mr. Solonodon to himself; "but I'll wager I can outwit hint without half trying." Skirting the edge of the wood, Mr. Solenodon came t0 the door Of the mongoose's home and rapped vigor- ously upon it, . Mr. Mongoose came to the door him- self. He rather lilted the appearance of his visitor, although the long snout, with nostrils upon each side, looked rather inquisitive, and Mr, Mongoose, being very inquisitive himself, didn't lite other people to possess this quality, Besides, the newcomer had a tall entirely naked of fur, which looped perfectly hide- ous. But 11e heal beautiful, long fur, tawny above and light broWn Uncler- neatlt the body, and his great claws inspired respect. The s0leuod0n bowed politely, a0 he said; "My name is Mr, ,, Solenodon, Al- tltopgh Ivo novor had the pleasure of mooting you before, 1110000me you are Me. Mongoose" As the mongoose nodded iris head, the e0ienodon continued: "Could Yoe be so' kind es to pet, mit me to rest awhile 111 your 0003' fortablo little tunnel I am quite weary of traVellltg." "Certainly, air" rejoined the mon- geoee, rest as long as you like." He hospitably gave Mr. Solenodon a place at his board and put before him a 11108 dish of insects. While the aolenodon was enjoying this repast,, he told himself that how Was an opportunity to try hie - wit 11100 the host. Mr, Mongoose," Bald he, "elan you tell ale Why a gnat flies?" The mongoose wrinkled his brews thoughtfully. "I don't just know," 11e replied, "unless It b0 t0 get Where he wants to go," "No," said the solenodon, "that Isn't why, Would you like to know the correct reason?" "Indeed, I would," answered the mongoo0e, mach interested. "Well," chuckled Oho solenedon, "a gnat files for the same reason that some folks are geese. "I-Iai tial ha!" "Um," grunted the mongoose,look- ing quletly at the solenodon, "I sup - peso that is Very funny, But I Should like to know if you place Mt among 'sono people.' " "Well, you: are part of a geese; aren't you?" returned the solenodon, laughing at his own joke.. "Yes, and you are a whole goose!" cried the mongoose, leaping upon lila visitor and tearing hitt[. 'limb from limb, elver since that time the mongoose has hated the solenodon, and so er. feetively has lie bought agalne, hint that few solmlotlons are now - alive. The One 01101111 in the picture, a ea. tern Of I•Iaiti, Is an exceedingly rare specimen. How bogs It,eceived Their 1'To.rner. The spaniel is so called bcr,tuse the original breed came from. Spahr.. The spite dog received 1ts mute because of its eller)! nose, "spit'," to German, lneaning 'sharp polite Another lnitny deg is known as a dachshund because that Word in Ger- man moans 'badger dog," and the dachshund was first ontp10) 11 1 )r drawing badgers, 1'ox terriere were e0 nn.mrd in MOngland they were used to hit foxes.