The Arizona sentinel., 1884-10-11

A BIRD IDYL.

l ABIRD IDYL. The Nice Times the Feathered Txike
 Have.
 | From Puck.l
 As they stood together, looking out into the garden, she raised her eyes softly to his, and, while an expression of sweet suspense crept softly over her pretty face, murmured:
 "Don't tue little birds have nice timer"
 "Oh, yes," he answered, "they do that They have political sinecures with- out voting or having to get Congressmen to back them. And they are in for fife. and they can't write letters that will ex. pose them ten years later, and they haven't got war records to be sprung on them at the wrong moment, and they know nothing about finance 10 get them into trouble. Oh, yes, darling, the birds have pretty nice time of it." 1 "But their lives seem to be made up of love-" she whispered faintly.
 "Ies; but you mustn't bet too heavily on love. have seen human beings whose lives seemed to be made up of love; but, when there was no one around, their home assumed the character of 6 political primary. with a good sized tornado emptied into the free fight. You mustn't judge the feelings of mar ried couple for each other by the way they act at kettledrum. But then the birds have the advantage over men in making love-"
 "No jokes on bills and 'notes?'" she broke in.
 "No," he replied, "but because they have sure thing. They don't have to go down town aud write poetry and put in coal all day for $4 per week, and they never have to save up money to pay for ,ce-cream and theater parties. They never have to buy clothes, and when they do fall in love they arc not talked about all over creation, and they don't have to meander up to the girls father and tell him @ lot of lies, and primo their references to do likewise. On, yes, the bird in love has g pretty soft thing"
 "Do you think they understand each other when they twitter?"
 "I don't think tEere can be any doubt about that, because the male seems to wax mad when the female gets in all the talk. Now, that female over there seems to be in the act of mailing her aim not to be looking at that other bird ,ver there in the polonaise. Of course hey understand each other, or else they would keep still"
 Would you like to be bird ?"
 "Not mu, ,h," he replied, with great emphasis. 1T wouldn't like the idea of citing up at in the morning, and washing in dew on soggy flower bed. nd squswking of lot of rapture over breakfast of raw worms. Oh, no, I .on't want any bird in mine. wouli ather sell suspenders on commission r
 "But, suppose we were both birds?' he said, with slight tremor in her .Oce.
 linen we should have to dodge the at. and boys with guns, and we'd have Q live in trees and have dull time, and .o lemonade through straws. And houldn't have 10 call on you in tight noes and swallow.tail coat. And we'd 1t on currant bush, and kiss with our r;ls-hard, cold, solidified bone kisses just think of 1t And 1 ehouldn't ave any shirt front for you to lay your ead on. And, if l reached out tor Q andful of waist, I wouldn't run the .1sk of having yari of my palm torn ,ff on pin which"
 What becomes of the birdsf" she jroke in, while an early-dawn tint sui. lsed her features.
 "Go South for their health. generally; mt, if We were birds, we might be knocked own with sticks and stuffed to orna. aent 8 mantel-piece or 8 lady's hat. low would you like to be filled with . ot of sawdust and chemicals
 "Not much. I'd rather be stuffed with ice.ci cam and caramels. But Imean yhat becomes of the birds at last? We ,ever find them. Now the flowers fade nd blow away. and we know what be- ones of everything else, but we never nd dead birds lying in tue garden walk. )o thelr companions bear them away nd lay them lovingly beneath the caves? always had an idea that & 'ainty poetic legend could be made of t." "It could be done, my dear, and it olld make nice S10 poem. But don't axe any stock in musical valleys anu iapfy spheres millions of miles away when you figure on birds. They don't 90 to any such plsoe, my dear. The, generally go to the din res taurant. 'here they are worked into pies, or cas. o play the difficult role of the quail on coast" She sank on the sofa in . futter, and ie said he would be around on the mor- LOW to take her to the mat.