THE CANYON OF THE COLORADO. knows!— perhaps you might drag him back even yet. If you would. He didn't seem to me to want to live when they Behold the realm where Colorado flows! brought him In, but----- ” Here countless centuries have wrought their will She nodded, and sank on her knees, In forms majestic with Impellent skill; catching In her cold hands the hand Cathedrals reared their naves from this repose, twitching at the sheet With pomp of giant pinnacle where glows Her vain and foolish thoughts had The sunset; and a stream, that scarce might fill vanished; her cravings for excitement An emperor’s chalice, carved Its way until and her distaste for her home, they too, The sculptures of a million years uprose. were things surely of a past long since And from the Imbedded silence of this stone— forgotten. She only remembered, with Strange hieroglyphic tomb of time's decay— bitter remorse, the cold letters which The river’s voice forever stronger grown, had been all that she gave John to A sunlit spirit In Its shadowing clay. make up for her long absence; for, Sings to the soul, that makes Impatient moan. from the delirious murmurs that fell And speeds It blithely on unto the open Day. now from his lips, she was able to — Harper’s Weekly. understand, If only but dimly, what pain they had given him. And she strove, as surely no woman had ever striven before, to draw him back from that mysterious borderland toward which he was drifting fast. "John!” she cried, “ can't you hear me, dear? Come back! I am sorry! Only come back to me, John! I could not bear to lose you! John, my dear­ est!” The doctor stood there, waiting and watching, till presently that hoarse, HE sat with lowering eyes In the takable odor of stable which Thomas delirious voice stopped. The man train, which rushed along through carried about with him. turned his head slowly on the pillow town and village, past farm and John had not even thought It worth and, for the first time, faint recogni­ hedgerow, and wondered what had In­ while to come and meet her; he was tion shone In his eyes. He tried to duced her to choose this odious ex­ not at the door. And the Iron gates move, but a spasm of pain caught him; press, when a slow train would have swung back on their rusty hinges with only his hand moved In hers. done Just as well. a hideous scream of welcome as they • "W hy, Madge," he whispered, Her head ached, and she looked for­ passed through and pulled up at the “ you've come back!” ward with a feeling of Intense dislike porch, where her pet flowers were And, turning to her, he closed his to her homecoming. drooping and withering. No one had eyes— and fell asleep. Behind her lay all the things that cared for them, she supposed, during The doctor stepped forward and made life worth living; before her her absence. looked at him. were only stagnation and dullness un­ The hall was dark and silent when “ He'll do now,” he said; “ he's speakable. O f course, there was John. sl)e went In; but her Imperious ringing asleep. The danger Is over.” Here she sighed. But then John of a bell which stood on the table Her homecoming remained ever with was dull, too; all her life at home brought a fresh-looking countrywom­ her a memory, tender, salutory, unfor- She might be classed under that heading. an running from the kitchen. getable. Perhaps she realized that In She knew exactly what It would be gave a startled cry at sight of her striving vainly after a shadow she bad mistress. like. so nearly lost the substance, without “ Thank God you’re here, ma’am,” . There would be the cart to meet her. which her life would only have been Instead of a luxurious brougham such she said. “ W e thought you mightn't barren and dreary. The lesson had as she had reveled In at Revelstone. come In time.” been a bitter one, but she never for­ Her mistress stared at her. There would be the loutish groom to got It.— Farm and Home Sentinel. "In time?” she said coldly; “ and for what, pray? Where Is your mas­ 8 T O R K S W I F T E 8 T B IR D . ter ?” "Didn’t you get the doctor’s telegram U n s s l a l r C r e a t u r e C an O u tflx A n y this morning, ma'am?” O t h e r W i n g e d T h in g . “ No. What Is wrong? Speak, wo­ Certain species of ducks hare long man!” been accredited by naturalists with be­ “ The master met with an accident ing the fleetest o f winged creatures and yesterday evening— thrown from his this view has been generally accepted horse. He was riding that black devil, by all, according to the Philadelphia Saracen. They said, ma'am— it’s a Inquirer. Now comes the Information, sad home, coming for you.” based on scientific Investigation, that “ Well, what did they say? Go on! the generally accepted belief is an Tell me; I can bear anything.” error. It has been discovered that the “ They said he wouldn’t last the stork can outfly any other winged night, but he did. He's alive now. creature— can outstrip any animal that Will you go up, ma'am? The doctor Is breathes In covering space. A fright­ with him.” ened Jack rabbit In comparison looks She turned and went up the shal­ as If he's standing still. Not only do SHE S A T W IT H L O W E R IN O E TE S. low stairs In silence. On the landing the stork and northern bluethroat fly drive her, and the keen wind blow­ she paused, looked fearfully at a closed with incredible speed, but they are ing from over the moors, cutting door which faced her. Behind that able to maintain this gait for 1,000 through veil and wrap and bringing John lay dying. The words beat them­ or even 2,000 miles at a stretch, ap­ selves Into her numb brain, and a parently Indefinitely. tears to her eyes. Evidence has been collected recent­ She shut her eyes and cast herself spasm of fear convulsed her cold, back Into the past four weeks, living haughty face. Her hand groped for ly which shows that the bluethroat over again every delightful moment, the door handle, but before she could flies from Central Africa to the shores crowded with excitement and pleas­ turn It some one from Inside opened o f the North Sea, a distance o f 1,000 ure, scented with perfumes, flowers; the door and stepped ou t It was the miles, In less than a day and a night making It, moreover, In one uninter­ hsard again the sensuous throbbing of doctor. He read the unspoken question In rupted flight violins and the thunders of applause. The storks which spend their sum­ She saw again the women In their her eyes, and shook his bead slightly. “ There Is Just a hope; I can't say mers in Austria-Hungary and their wonderful gowns and Jewels; the men. so different to the dull creatures she more,” he said In a low voice. “ Tea, winters In India and Central Africa met every day at home, and slow you can go In. Nothing can hurt him are also marvelous travelers and make tears forced their way from under her now, poor rellow! You got my wire?” their Journeys twice a year In un­ “ No; I heard nothing till five min­ broken flight each time. From Buda­ closed eyelids. She had burled herself pest to Hungary, to the Lahore, in alive In that place, that was what utes ago.” “ Poor soul!” muttered the doctor, India, la 2,400 miles in an air line, they all told her— the women, openly, and the men— well, she was young and and then stood aside for her to go and the st