Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1883-01-25
Helena, Montana, Thursday January 25 1888
HOW MONKEYS ARE TAKEN.
The Fatal Avarice of the Fathers of the
Human Race.

III" MONhE AXE IAhEN.
The Fatal Avarice of the Fathers of the
Human Race.
An old, hard cocOanut is taken, says the
London Field, and very small hole made in
the shell. Furnished with this and a pock-
etful OF boiled rice, the sportsman sallies
into the forest, and stops beneath tree ten
anted with monkeys. Within full sight OF
these lnquisitive spectators, he first eats a
little rice and puts quantity into the cocoa
nut, with all the Ostentation possible The
nut IS then laid upon the ground, and the
hunter retires to a convenient ambush. The
reader may be sure that no sooner is the
man out of their sight than the monkeys
race helter-skelter for the cocoanut The
first arrival peeps into it, and seeing the
plentiful store of rice inside, squeezes his
hand in through the tiny hole and clutches
handful.
/ Now, so paramount is greed over every
other feeling connected with the monkey
nature that nothing will induce the creature
to relinquish his hold With his hand thus
clasped he cannot possibly extract it, but the
thought that if he let's go some of his breth-
rem will obtain the feast is overpowering
The sportsman soon appears upon the scene.
I The unincumbered monkeys fly in all direc-
tions; but the unfortunate brute who still
will not let the rice go is thereby handicap
ped, beyond hope, with cOcoanut as large
as himself-a state of affairs quite fatal to
locomotiOn, either terrestrial or arboreal.
The sequel is that he falls an easy capture to
the hunter, a victim to his own greed. Even
when canght he reads in the actions of his
captors design to rob him of his rice and
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first thing he does when the nut is cracked
and his hand released is to cram it's con-
tents into his mouth. Thoughts of escape
come afterward.
Sne Concluded That He Was Too
Young for Her.
But, George, we might try light house
keeping"
A very pretty picture they made, George
Smith and Jane Brown, as they sat upon the
front step that beautiful mOOnlit night wait
ing for the Ais a. m. comet.
He was but nineteen, and over her fair
young bangs but seventeen summers had
passed, and yet these two, so fair, so young,
were trying to lift the veil from the impen-
etrable future and establish themselves in
happy union securely there.
He felt that he could not in the very near
future afford to rent and handsomely furnish
a beautiful home, for he was only getting
four dollars a week nor could they even
board at a tirst-class hotel, and as he broke
these sad facts to Jane, great, scalding, man.
ly tears rolled down his cheeks and on to his
roundabout
Twas then, woman-like, and in gentle,
soothing accents, she came to his rescue.
But, George. we might try light house
keeping" and as she spoke glad light, born
of the happy suggestion, illumined the trust
ing eyes into whose calm depths George had
been fondly gazing for four hours and forty
minutes. George pondered long and deeply.
Turning at length to the fair being of his
hearts choice, he said:
Jane, it would be sweet indeed, to dwell
with you in blisstul solitude upon some rock
bound coast to wander hand in hand upon
the seashore all day long, and light the
storm-tOssed mariners way at night but it
takes political influence to get lighthouse,
and l, alas, haven't even got % note. No,
Jane, I'm afraid we cannot 60 TO lighthouse
keeping, but will save my money, 60 to a
commercial college, and learn bookkeeping"
And when Jane had heard the words that
were spoken by George she marveled greatly,
and she said:
''Henceforth, George, | can but love you
with mothers love. You are too young for
me-" and she went into the house.