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28 THE SPKDAY 0EEG0OTA2T, P0BTLA2JD, MAKCH 9, 1902. ' ' 1 k . THE False Face Society of the Iro quois Indians had its beginning in a legend as old as the tribe itself. Jt Is the story of a giant who dwelt in. a cave in the Alleghany Mountains. No hurcan being had seen him. To look upon his face was death. His trail could be tracked in the forests by the fallen trees which had been thrown down by him In his rage when they.j blocked his pathway. His footprints were found imbedded in the rocks. When he came to a river he would turn it from its course to make the dry land for him to cross. In great storms his voice could bo heard scolding the winds. If a mountain was In his "way, with his strong fists he would push a gorge through its rocks that he might reach the other side more qulck- ly. "Wherever the shadows rested in the bleak mountains there would the Indian turn from his trail, dreading he might go astray to the home of this great giant, the terror of them ajl. It was the fate of a young hunter to find this fear-inspiring creature. One day during a terrific storm this boy hunter -who was a chief blinded and bruised with the hail, lost his trail and sought shelter In the hollow of a huge rock, which over hung the valley river. Night with its dark less, deepened the shadows, and the young hunter had prepared to sleep when sud denly the rock began to move- and k strange sound as of music seemed ap proaching him from the recess of his shel ter place. At one moment the sound was brisk as the gurgling of a mountain stream; at the next it was as soft as the lullaby of a singing brook, only to burst forth again as the wall of a .hurrying waterfall, and then louder still, like the moan of a tumbling cataract as it falls over a steep precipice, or the thunderous wall of a mad torrent fighting the winds, and finally dying away to the whispering of a Summer breeze in a forest of pine trees. In a sudden pause of the weird harmony the boy hunter heard a great voice, say ing: "You are in the cave of the great giant. Close your eyes. No human being has ever looked upon me. I kill with one glance. Many have wandered Into this cave. No one ever lives to leave it. You did not come here to hunt me. You came here for shelter. I will not turn you away. I will spare your life, but from this' time forever and ever you belong to me and must obey my commands. Un seen you will hear my voice. Unknown I will aid you. You are to go forth from here and live in the forests and by the rivers. You will meet strange animals, birds and fish,, and you must fell a tree for each of these and from the trunk of the tree cut a piece upon which you must carve the image of each bird, animal or fish you meet. When you first strike the tree, if it speaks to you, you will know it is my voice, and then go on with your work. "When you have done all, you may return to your people." The giant related the various duties which the boy hunter was to perform when he returned to his people. He was to organize a society for the benefit of all living creatures on the earth that they might be encouraged to live. It was to be secret forever. Meetings were to be held at night, and in the darkness. There was no password. No member could know another to be a member unless he had been with him in the-lodge. One In dian as guardian of the birds was given a mask and commanded to sing in the lodge four times a year; another for the animals and yet another for. fish, the reptiles, grain, fruit, vegetables and all of anlmato nature, each must have Its appointed guardian in this great society. Even pleasure was not forgotten, as, at certain times of the year, there must be "thank" dances to the Great Spirit for all his good ness. Each representative to be known to the brother members by the mask, "which he must wear In the lodge, be it bird, beast, fowl or other. The brotherhood was bound by the law of charity and protection. The giant com manded that at certain seasons of the year the bird mask must offer grain to the birds by throwing seeds where they could find them. At the corn-planting sea son the crow must have Its heap of corn In one corner of the field. If this was not done the crow might become dishonest and steal it from the ground. The Indian wearing the fish mask must on certain days of the moon In the Winter cut a hole In the ice and throw food to the fish, performing the rite at midnight. The animal mask must enter the forest and kill deer, leaving the carcass for wolves or any other of the hungry ani mals prowling for food. " The wind mask must propitiate the thunder storms and the Winter blasts. The medicine mask was- to heal the sick, and so on until all nature had been re membered and appeased. v The Important principle of this teach ing was kindness to all animate beings that might need help in hunger, cold or sickness, and the order given was to do good, unseen and unknown. The frightened but faithful young hunt er fulfilled his commission of carving the masks, and on returning to his people re lated his strange adventure and imme diately organized the False Face Society, which has endured for how many cen turies neither the Indian nor white man knows. By the encroachments of civilization and the extermination of the Indian peo ple this society has dwindled down to a small membership, yet it still exists, and is one of the most Interesting of tho secret societies of the Iroquois Indians. At the meetings of the False-Face Socie ty the visit of the boy hunter to the cave of the giant is related, and after each story there Is a song of thanks to the Great Spirit, which is accompanied by turtle shell rattles. The voice of the brook, waterfall, torrent, forest otream and so forth are Imitated by the song and flute. The journey to the cave, the hailstorm, the darkness, the moving rock, the voice of the giant and his commands, which were to endure forever, are not forgotten. ThaJnembers wear their masks Bt certain moments of the ceremonial. In the mask dance they are frequently togged out with regard to the creatures they are called upon to propitiate. The bird mask will deck himself with all kinds of birds. The animal mask will wrap himself In a blanket made of the skins of various animals. The grain mask will wreath himself with corn leaves and grasses. f The songs are accompanied with rattles made of hollow gourds. Into which are placed small pebbles. The flute which imitates the songs of the water 4s dec orated with wild bird fcatlkrs. The mem bers are not permitted to sing these songs except at the lodge. If they disobey this command the 3reat Giant may wreak his vengeance on them. The forests have been destroyed, the wild animals driven away and many of them exterminated. There are no nest ing places for the birds, the great water craft have frightened the fish, and there is no chance for the false-faces to make the old-tlmo offering now, but this to cicty has had its good influences. Every one who knows the Indian knows his love for and kindness to birds and animals. No member of this society would wan tonly kill these for the sake of their okins or feathers. Protector of the Birds. It is carved from bass wood and dec orated with black hair taken from the mane of a horse. His eyes are made of copper and he Is painted red the color of the sunset clouds. A bunch of husk. Is wreathed across his forehead; this in dicates the corn which is the mother of the grains Fastened to the back of the head a wing feather of the eagle points to the sky, denoting the king pf all bird and the oky the American eagle. Gnardlnu of the Grains. This mask is woven of corn husks. The fringe around the face represents the rays of the sun the good friend of the corn. Rings decorate the ears and the duty of this false face is to place a pile of crow corn in each corner of a corn field at the planting time. It is a legend that the Great Spirit ecnt the crow to the earth with a grain of corn in one ear and a bean In the other hence the Crow must be protected. Originally he was a sacred bird and honest, but since the palefaces came, hunted to hun ger and death, he helps himself to the corn, which he claims as his right In every corn flold. No member of the False-Face Society would kill a crow. Gnnccllnn of the Tobacco. An important mask is a huge face carved to represent an old man. Long white hair shadows his face, in the center of the lips a email hole is cut for his pipe, as at the lodge meetings he opens the ceremonies by smoking the sacred wild tobacco. Every member of this so ciety has a tobacco patch in his garden, and this false-face watches that it is kept free from frost and poisonous insecta until it ripens. The Indian tobacco Is dedicated to the sacred feasts and burned as an offering of thanks to the Great Spirit at all ceremonies. Friend of the Forest Animals. This false-face is assigned a duty that is rapidly passing away from him. Civ ilization has destroyed the forests and the animals, having no shelter, have be come the prey of the hunter. In the old times this mask was compelled to as sist the forest folk, and whenever he shot an animal for food had to leave some of the body for the wolves or any larger or smaller animal which might be hungry. Even today some of the In dians "divide" their game with the ani mals. There are hundreds of varieties of these false-faces. It Is against the rules to carve a duplicate It would be a coun terfeit and the wearer subject to purr ishment. The members do not wear their masks In public except when they dance for the harvest. PHOTOGRAPHS BY MAGIC. Novel Entertainment by "Which Visi tors May Be Astonished. IF YOU have a camera and "know how to use it, you can have considerable pleasure and give your friends a pleas ant evening by introducing to their no tice a series of magic photographs. If you can "patter" well, It will add to the amusement, because you can then pose as a conjurer moro effectually and at an evening party mystify your ac quaintances. We will Imagine a number of friends gathered togethen waiting to be amused. You take a few sheets of plain white Take a strip of cardboard (such as the bottom of a goodpiscd cardboard box), and cut out the center, as shown In the diagram. Paste over the squire opening" a sheet of fairly transparent paper. - j " Next cut out the silhouettes. The elephant and the boy co together; the dog and cat compose the other team of pantomime performers. Each pair, in turn, should be fastened on the sheet of paper set In a cardboard frame. The most important part of all Is to properly attach these silhouettes. A slight deb of clue at the spots to which the various arrows point is all the pasting to be done. "Vhereer the figure Is Ioom bend It a trifle away from the eheet of paper. When you come to hold the frame before a Jet of gas in a fairly dark room the creatures can be made to go through the most wonderful contortions by simply moving the frame a bit, now this way and that. A little practice will help jou more than printed directions. Try it, and you will find it will call forth roars of laughter from your audience. (Copyright, 1002, by Frank Verbeck.) t m .jq tQpa paper, and after they have been ex amined, request the holders to place them between the pages of a blotting book, which you Invite some lady to hold. You then take a wand of course. the wand Is a. .necessary adjunct td I the amateur as well as the professional conjurer and waving it over the bo&k, place it under your arm while you "pat ter" somewhat after this fashion: "Ladies and gentlemen: We llvoln an age of physical wonders. We have wire less telegraphy and mental telegraphy; we have the Roentgen rays, which en able you to look through the human body and read the heart as It were a book. But though Professor Roentgen Is a most wonderful person, he has nev er attempted, to do what I .ihall endeavor to perform this evening. Will the holder of the book kindly place It on this chair. Thank you. Now I would like Mr. Roent genI beg pardon, Mr. Smith to sit on it. I now wave my wand over Mr. Smith's head, thus (wave wand), and say 'Ego!' I will now ask Miss Jones to take Mr. Smith's place for a few mo ments. 'Ego!' once more. Now will Miss Jones kindly remove the book and ex amine the sheets of note paper? What have we found? Really this Is wonder ful. A photograph of Miss Jones and another of Mr. Smith. You see -the magic influence possessed by my wand has Impressed their portraits on the paper." Can this be done? Certainly, and like all conjuring tricks, it is easy when you know how. Before tho day. and when you are sure that both Mr. SmIRi and Miss Jones will be present at your party, you secure a copy of their pic tures, of course unknown to them, and copy them, making prints on matt prlnt-Ing-out paper. Wash and fix the prints, but do not tone them. Then bleach them, after well washing, with a solution of bichloride of mercury, about 30 grains to the ounce, and wash again. The Im age will now have vanished and the prints will look like ordinary white paper. Get a new blotting book and saturate the sheets with a strong solution of hypo. The sheets should be slightly damp when handed to your friends. A few moments under slight pressure will be enough to redevelop tho picture and your trick has been accomplished. If you want to perform the trick with other couples, be careful that you get the right sheets of plain paper placed in the book. You can add to the fun by having a landscape or photograph of a . lr SALL.IE XSTt HER LITTLE WHITE HEW. SJXHOUETTOGRAPHS, OR HOME-MADE MOVING' PICTURES At Jt wiiQij.M building on another sheet, and make it appear as the place where the couple first met. SALINE'S RUFFLED APROX. Iloir She Expected Too Much of Her . .Little White Hen. AY, Mamma, may I have a ruffled CI white apron? AH the girls axe ' wearing them!" "Mercy, no," replied her mother brisk ly. "I've got your nice long-sleeved ging hams made up for the season, besides I don't approve of this fllmpsy. frivolous bits of muslin that arc no protection to a dress " ' "BuC Mammal" "There, there, don't tease, Sallle. Re mtaiber your father's hands are full with the mortgage, and you ought to be thank- ful to have an apron, regardless of the cutr you know, dear. It won't make any differ ence 100 years from now!" "But It matters everything now!" sobbed Sallle Arnold, as she put on the hated long-sleeved, high-necked apron. "I hate to cover up my pretty pink dress, when a white ruffled apron with straps over my shoulders would be Just lovely! Don't you think eoT' she concluded appeallngly. "Run along to school, or you'll bo late," was Mrs. Arnold's only reply. It was a long solitary walk, and, being naturally resourceful, Sallle racked her brains for a scheme to earn the money for the coveted finery. "My little white hen!" she exclaimed. "Oh, if he will only do It!" Hurrying Into the country store sbo tim idly inquired: "Mr. Brown, do you ever take eggs in ex change for calico?" She tried to say "nainsook," but her courage failed. "Yes," answered the storekeeper pleas antly. "Well, how many dozen eggs would I have to bring for a yard and a half of that white calico with the forget-me-nots In It?" "About 10 dozen," returned Mr. Brown, as he turned to get the cloth. "I guess Snowball can lay them in a few days!" vaguely thought Sallle. "I think I'm safe in taking the calico, Mr. Brown, If l you can wait a little whllo for your pay. I haven't any eggs Just now, but my little iwi I 'white hen Is real smart, and I this she nm lay ine iu aoen iu bww w. Mr. Brown had to hunt for his sew?" a long time under the counter, and sallle fancied she heard him give a funny little snort as he noisily turned over the boxes and rattled the papers. "Dear me, he is angry because? I asked for credit!" she thought. "Father says he does a cash business! Mr. Brown," she be gan hesitatingly "What!" he replied, and his voice sound ed as if his head w?s in a barrel. "I guess I won't take the calico today. I'll come when I can pay for it!" she add ed with a jSltlful attempt at dignity. Mr. Brown appeared with a very red. face. "Take it, Sallle," he said, as he tore it off. "I'll trust you." Sallle gave him a beaming smile as she took the parcel, and as soon as she was out of sight, she tied It around her waist under her apron and went to school. At 4 o'clock she rushed home, ran up Into the garret playroom, where she hid It In the darkest corner of her small domain. "Mamma," she Inquired at supper, "how many eggs does a hen lay in a day?" "Why, one, of course." Sallle made a rapid mental-calculation. Ten dozen eggs at one egg a day would take 10 dozen days, and 10 dozen days are equal to how many weeks? Sallle gave it up, for mental arithmetic was not her forte. "Do hens ever stop laying?" "Mercy, yes, child; their season Is al most over now!" "When does their season begin again?" "Why. a hen's litter Is usually about 30 eggs; then they set, raise their chickens, and, if they have good care, they will lay a few eggs before molting!" "Sallle drew a deep sigh, only she didn't clgh out loud, and grown people know such sighs arc sadder than tears. "When does a hen lay her eggs, at nig..?" "For pity sakes," cried Grandma Ar nold, "why, I am ashamed of you, Salry Matilda Arnold! Here you have been raised on a farm and know no more about tho habits of a hen than if you nad never eecn one. Learn to keep your eyes open, and don't ask so man- foolish, questions." The grandmother's sharp reproof brought the tears to Sallie's eyes and a Jump In her throat. She slipped aay from the table and flung herself under the lilac hedge. In a moment fgentlo Aunt Mary was kneeling beside her, wiping away tne hot tears. "Don't cry. -dearie," she whispered lov ingly. "Now, hens generally lay In the morning, so tbey can have all the after noon, for a frolic! You must not get dis couraged, for I am glad to see you trying to Inform yourself!" In a moment Sallle would have confessed, but some one called and the precious op portunity was gone. The next morning Sallle caught the little white hen and put her in a small coop, supplied her with food and water and left her to her own reflec tions. At noon there was a small white egg In one corner, and. though Sallle had seen eggs all her life. It seemed as if she never saw anything so pretty. She hugged the little white hen before she let her go, hid the egg, and for six days she put her in the coop every morning, and at night was rewarded with an egg. But on the seventh day, Instead of the snow-white head with its scarlet comb and golden bill thrust through the bars, Sallle found her sitting In a corner, and when she attempted to pick her up the hen set up a musical cluck, and her feath ers stood seven ways for Sunday. "Oh, dear me." moaned Sallle. "It's set ting time now, and then it will be the chickens, and then the molting, and I've only half a dozen eggs! Oh, how I wish I hadn't bought that calico until I had the money to pay for It! If It wasn't made up, I'd ask Mr. Brown to take It backl" How horribly guilty she felt. How she hated the pretty white ruffled apron she had made with so much care and worn with so much secrecy. "They used to put people in prison who couldn't pay their debts! I -wonder if there is any danger of Mr. Brown sending a Sheriff after me! Oh, dear me, what would papa and mamma say!" In that moment ehe lived the misery of having an officer come and drag her off to the little village lock-up, followed by a crowd of idle boys, hooting at the girl who could not pay her honest debts. She could almost hear the key grate In the lock, and feel the horror of being left alone In the darkness. She was so over come by the thought that she hid her face In the warm feathers of her little white hen. and whispered passionately: "Oh, God, help me out of this dreadful trouble, and I'll never, never get Into debt again!" She was roused by her father's voice. "Kissing your biddy? Why, I had no Idea you were so fond of her!" "Oh, papa," she walled despairingly, "I am horribly In debtl" "What have you been buying?" he asked, anxiously. "I bought a yard and a half of calico, and owe Mr. Brown 10 dozen eggs, and have only half a dozen to pay with!" The father, struggling under his own heavy financial load, realized the bitter ness of that cry, and he roplled, gentlyt "Jump Into the wagon, and we will try and straighten this matter out, for I can't have my little daughter In debt!" As they entered the store, Mr. Arnold said, gravely: "We have come to settle Sallie's ac count." "Let me see," returned Mr. Brown. iofn y "Calico Is 6 cents a yard, and a yard and a half comes to 9 cents; and eggs are IS cents a dozen-so half a dozen will square the blU!" Sallie's heart bobbed, around like a toy balloon, it was so wondrous light. "Oh, my, isn't it strange how soon God answered my prayer," she thought; but aloud she said, tremulously: "I will bring them in a few minutes. I thank you so ANDIRON TALES ff BY THE POKER CONCLUDES HIS INTE2ESTING STORY RIGHTY AND LEFTY RETURN WITH THE BELLOVS. (Copyright, 1302, by John Kendrick Bangs.) CHAPTER V. "It was Just as I feared," said the Poker. "Rollo knew a good thing when he had it." " Tm satisfied the way things are now, said he. 'I wouldn't change back and be a Scotch terrier for all the world.' "Then the fairy turned to me and said, Tm sdrry, my dear, but if Rollo won't consent to the change you'll have to be contented to remain as you are unless you'd like to try being an eagle for awhile. " Til never consent,' said Rollo, 'sel fishly, though I couldn't really blame him for it " Then make me an eagle I said. 'Make me anything but what I am.' " 'Very well,' said the fairy. 'Good nlshf "Next morning," continued the Poker, "when I waked up I was cold and stiff, and when I opened my eyes to look about me I found myself seated on a great ledge of rock on tire side of a mountain. Far below me were tops of the trees In a for est I never remembered to have seen be fore, while above me a hard block wall of rock rose straight up for a thousand feet. Td climb upward was impossible; to climb down equally so. " 'What on earth does this mean? thought I; and then, in attempting to walk, I found that I had but two legs, where the night before. I had fallen as.tep with four. " 'Am I a boy again? I cried, with de light. " 'No,' said a voice from way below me In the trees. 'You are ow an eagle, and I hope you will be happy.' "You never were an eagle, were you, Dormy?" said the Foker, gazing earn estly Into Tom's face. "No," said Tom; "never. I've never been any kind of a bird." y "Well," don't you ever be one," cald the Poker with a knowing shake of tho head. "It's all very beautiful to think about, but being an eagle is entirely different from what thinking about It is. I was that eagle for one whole month, and the life of a Scotch terrier Is bliss alongside pf it. In the first place, U was fight, flght, light for food. It was lots of fun at first. Jumping off the crag down a thousand feet Into the valley, but flying back there to get out of the way of the huntsmen wa3 worse than pulling a sled with rusty runners up a hill a mile long. Then, when storms came up I had to sit there on that mountainside and take 'em all as they came. I hadn't any umbrella Leagles never have to keep oft the rain; ana no wans except on one ssae, to Keep off the wind, and no shutters to close up so that I couldn't see the lightning. It was terrible. All I got to eat In the whole month was a small goat and a chicken hawk, and those I had to swallow, wool, feathers and all. Then I got Into fights with other eagles, and finally, while i was looking for lunch In the forest I fell Into a trap and was caught by some men. who put me In a oage so that people could come and see me.' "Ever been shut up In a eager queried the Poker at this point, "No," said Tom. "Only In a dark closet." "Never had to stay shut up, though, more than 10 minutes, did you?" "No," Answered Tom; "never." "Well, think of me cooped up In an old cage for two weeksl" said the Poker. "That was woe enough for a lifetime, but it wasn't half what I had alto gether. The other creatures in the Zoo growled and shrieked all night long; none of us ever got a quarter enough to eat, and several times the monkey in the cage next to me would reach hl3 long arm into my prison and yank out half a dozen of my feathers at once. In fact, I had nothing but mishaps all the time. As the poet says Talk about your troubles. Talk about your woes. Yours are only bubbles. Sir, compared with those. "At the end of two weeks I was nearly frantlc. I don't think I could have stood it another week but fortunately at the end of the month back came the Falry again. " 'How do you like being an eagle?" she said. " Td rather be a tree rooted to the ground In the midst of a dense forest than all the eagles in the world,' said 1. " 'Very well,' said she. 'It shall be so. Good night.' "In the morning I was a tree and If there Is anything worse than being a dog 'or an eagle It's being a tree," said the Poker. "I could hear processions going by with fine bands of music In the distance, but I couldn't stir a step to see them. Boys would come along and climb up into my branches and shake' me nearly to pieces. Cows came and chewed up my leaves, and one day the woodcutters came and were Just about to cut me down when the Fairy appeared again and sent them away. " 'They will be back again tomorrow, she said. 'Do you wish to rema'In a tree?' " 'No, no, no, I cried. Til be content to be anything you choose if you will save me from them.' " 'There,' she said. "That's the point. If you will keep that promise you will Anally be happy. If you will only look on the bright side of things, remember ing the pleasant and forgetting the un pleasant, you will be happy. If you will be satisfied with what you are and have, and not go about swelling up with envy whenever you see any one or any thing that has or can do things that you have not or cannot do, you will be happy In spite of yourself. Will you promise me this? " 'Indeed I will.' I said. " 'Even if I change you Into so poor a thing as a Poker?" " 'Yes,' I said. " 'Very well,' said she. 'It shall be so. Good night. "Next morning I waked up to find my self, as you see nothing more than a Poker, but contented to be one. I have kept my promise with the Fairy, and I am simply the happiest thing In the world. I don't sit down and groan be cause I have to poke the fire. On the contrary, when I am doing that I'm always thinking how nice It will be when I get done and I lean up asalnst the rack and gaze at all the beautiful things In the room. I always think about the pleasant things, and If you don't know it, Dormy, let me tell you that that's the way to be happy and to make others happy. Sometimes people think me vain. The fender -told me one night I was the vainest creature he ever knew. I'm not really so. I only will not admit that there is anything or anybody in the world who Is more favored than I am. That is all. If I didn't do that I might sometime grow a little envious in spite of myself. As It is, I never do, and haven't had an unhappy hour since I became a contented Poker." Tom was silent for a few minutes af ter the Poker had completed his story, and then he said: "Don't you sometimes feel unhappy be cause you are not the boy you used to be?" "No," said the Poker.. "I am not, be cause Rcllo makes a better boy than I much for trusting me. but Til never ask credit again!" Sallle never forgot the ride home, as her father explained to her that, through the selfish extravagance of another, the dear . old homestead came to him so heavily mortgaged that it was shadowing their whole lives. But most of all she remem bered and lived up to his motto: "Pay as you go or don't go." JENNIE VAN ALLEN. J." K. BANGS -was. He Is acontented boy, and I was not." "But don't you m'es your father and mother?" queried Tom. "Of course not," said the Poker, "be cau2 the Fairy 'was good enough to have me made Into the Poker used In their new house. My parents moved away from the railroad just after.Rollo became me, and built themselves a new house, and of course they had to have a new Poker to go with it so I really live home, you see. with them." A curious light came into Tom's eyes. "Mr. Poker." said he. "Who was thld boy you used to be?" "Tom," said the Poker. 'Tm not Rollo," roared Tom, starting up. "Nobody ild you were," retorted the Poker. "You are Dormy. Tom is Ro'.'.o but. I say, here come the Andirons and the Bellows." Tom looked down from the cloud, and sure enough the three were coming up as fast as the wind, and in the excite ment of the moment the little traveler forgot all about the Poker's story. In which he seeired himself to have figured, without knowing It. (To Be Continued.) , THE LITTLE DAXCIFG GIRL. The leader's baton poised on high, Sustains the trumpet's note; A welcome such as might hae runs' From some old Viking's throat. And lo! The little Dancing Girl, A fairy more than fair. Comes floating like a thlstlC-down Snajeil by the pulsing air. The lbrant string of !olins, "With piercing sweetness sing, "Vcalr,T their v.eb of melody About this elfish thing. "Whose hazel ejes are dancing, too; A smile on parted lips To greet the honej -sw eet applause, That, hovering, she sips. The final curtain closes dov. n. The picture fades from eight, The music dies; the audience Has vanished in the night. But there is that behind the scenes That's fairer far to sce A weary little Dancing Girl Asleep on her mother's knee. Douglas Zabrlskle Doty. A Brown Songiter. Lovers of birds will be sure to be In terested by Dora Read Goodale's contri bution to the 'March Era. It Is entitle! "A Hedge-Row Minstrel." The song sparrow's livery is of tho mother color that "honest, restful hue of earth, all earth Is tending to" brown. Streaked both above and beneatn. t j dusky lines on his breast converge in a broad central arrowhead which forms Ms distinguishing badge among many nut colorcd relatives, and be is seldom f ir to seek, for he sings in full iew from the top of some modest pinnacle along ths fence-rows he loves. Our minstrel's favorite building place IS perhaps, barricaded too much fir our taste a thorny blackberry liramble or urn-shaped briery rose; hut rg-iln he re lents, and rears the circular walls in a harmless huckleberry bush, a cedar Fcrub, or a flat-topped box beside tl'e old-fashioned garden -walks. Often, indeed, his nest Is placed on the pround. and It 13 rarely too high for the curly-heads to look In if they chanced that way. And It la no wonder of bird architecture when fin ished, but a homely, serviceable, comfort able structure supported by stalks, wov en of grass, lined with horsehair, softened by a feather or two, like the dear old wayside farmhouse where you and I wcra born. Four eggs, at mo3t five, complete the tale a right eparrowy number, in color bluclsh (of an indescribable porcelain tint), variously dotted or splashed with rufous or umber brown. The brood Is hatched during April, few birds being earlier out of the shell, and by the first week of June the little brown folk are at work on a second ntst, to which still an other sometimes succeeds before they are ready to lay down the cares of family life. They are alert and devoted parents, very solicitous for the young whose lowly sit-, uation exposes them to the frequent raids of snakes and prowling four-footed ene mies. Sliaw, Fnlrbaixlcs and the Colonel. One of the campaign stories that floated through the cloakroom recently, $ays the Washington Post, related to Senator Fair banks, of Indiana, and Governor Shaw, of Iowa, the newly appointed Secretary of the Treasury. According to the story these two orators were stumping Kentucky. After a successful meeting the Kentucky Colonel who had the two Republican statesmen In charge, Invited them into the hotel barroom for some refreshments. "What!! you hae?" he asked Senator Fairbanks. 'A little cold Apolhnarls," was the re ply. "And jou?" said the host to Governor Shaw (who is a good Methodist, and .re sides In one of the best dairy countle? of the Hawkeye State). "I think I shall have a glass of l-atter-mllk." The bartender turned to the Kentucklan. "What shall I give you. Colonel?" ha asked. The Kentucky gentleman heaed a long sigh. "Under the circumstances," he said, "I think you can give me a piece of pie." Ipflfei ttylf - i 4-A-rtt-. irA3rV V