Puslapio vaizdai

Our Farver in heavim 'll send it

It seems to be kinder late;

Would n't I laugh

If 't was six an' a half,
Or maybe goin' on eight!

Would n't I teach it hooky
An' mumbly-peg an' craps!
They seem to think

'T will do nothin' but drink An' sit around in their laps.

If it really is a small one,
I'll show it around first-rate,
An' scare it some.

I wish 't would come;
Seems 's if I could n't wait.

Ethel M. Kelley.

A Boy, an Aunt, and a Rooster

IN the days when a brown-stone front was regarded as the outer and 'visible sign of "gentility," and when life in New York was a simpler matter than it is to-day, there lived in one of the orthodox mansions a certain highly respectable maiden lady and two nephews, cousins, to whom she was guardian.

A classmate and chum of the elder boy had become the happy possessor of a rooster, which, the seller assured him, had a "big gamy streak to him." Inflamed by this eulogy, both boys were wild for a "match";

and not having the means wherewith to purchase an antagonist, they put their heads together to compass the borrowing of one, and with the following results:

The younger cousin, an unusually polite and gentle little boy, was despatched on the first holiday to the grocery where the family dealt, ostensibly to order a chicken for dinner. "But," he said, pointing to a coop of live fowls, "my aunt wants to see it before you kill it."

The grocer assented, and forthwith drew from the coop what he considered a desirable bird. But the boy would have none of it. He had set his heart on a rainbow-colored rooster with enormous comb and tail.

"Why," said the grocer, "that is the very toughest old customer in the bunch."

"My aunt likes them tough," said the gentle little boy.

In a couple of hours the rooster was borne back to the store-one eye shut, his comb torn and bloody, and but one feather of his beautiful tail left. But he was crowing so triumphantly that a small crowd followed him.

He had suffered, but the bird with the "big gamy streak to him" was nowhere. "My aunt is much obliged to you," said the polite and gentle little boy to the astonished grocer. "She can't decide to-day, but she would like to look at him again next Saturday."

Torquil MacDonald.

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HE President of the republic hunted yesterday with his Majesty the King of Portugal and their Royal Highnesses the Grand Dukes of -. The President was accompanied by General Xchief of his military establishment, and M. X Chief of Protocol. The invited guests were," etc.

Thus the newspapers make known to the good people of France that the President of the republic has been on a little excursion into the country, and has shot rabbits in the Rambouillet thickets or over the grounds of Marly. The chief of state in a country which for centuries was a monarchy cannot go abroad like any ordinary mortal. The head of the cabinet, one or two ministers, a general or so, will be in attendance both on his departure and on his return, and it is a chance if the prefect of the department through which he must pass is not notified to be on hand to harangue him in periods of the style of Louis XIV.

The great official hunts given by the President of the republic to the ministers, senators, deputies, state councilors, magistrates, ambassadors, and now and again to some imperial or royal personage who may chance to be passing through Paris, usually begin about the middle of October.

They afford the Parisian journalists an opportunity, seldom neglected, to serve up


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