The Arizona sentinel., 1884-07-26
A BIRD IDYL.
The Nice Times the Feathered Tribe
Have.
[From Puck.1

The Nice Times the Feathered Tribe
Have.
from Puck.]
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 the little birds have nice
time ?"
"Oh, yes," he answered, "they do
that. They have political sinecures with
out voting or having to get Congressman
to back them. And they are in for life,
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
I know nothing about finance to get them
into trouble. Oh, yes, darling, the birds
have pretty nice time OF it.
"But their lives seem to be made up
of love-" she whispered family.
eyes; 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
political primary, with good-sized
! tornado emptied into the free fight.
You mustn't Judge the feelings of mar
RED couple for each other by the way
they act at kettledrum. But then the
birds have the advantage over men in
making love"
ono 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 81 per week, and they
never have to save up money to pay for
ice-cream and theater parties. They
never have to buy clothes, and when
they do fall IN love they are not talked
about all over creation, and they don't
have to meander up to the girls father
and tell him a lot of lies, and prime
their references to do likewise. On,
yes, the bird in love has pretty soft
thing"
DO you think they understand each
other when they twiEter ?"
II don't think there 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
lord for new dress, or commanding
him not to be looking at that other bird
over there in the polonaise. OF course
they understand each other, or else they
would keep still"
"Would you like to be bird ?"
"Not much" he replied, with great
emphasis. 81 wouldn't like the idea of
getting up at 5 in the morning, and
washing in dew on q soggy flower bed,
and squawking off lot of rapture over
breakfast of raw worms. Oh, no, [
don't want any bird in mine. 1 would
rather sell suspenders on commission y
"But, suppose we were both birds ?"
she said, with slight tremor in her
voice.
"Then we should have to dodge the
cat, and boys with guns, and we'd have
! to live in trees and have dull time, and
no lemonade through straws. And
shouldn't have to call on you in tight
shoes and swallow-tail coat And we'd
sit on a currant bush, and kiss with our
biils-hard, cold, solidified bone kisses
Just think of it And l shouldn't
have any shirt front for you to lay your
head on. And, if reached out Tor
! handful Of waist, I wouldn't run the
risk of having yard of my palm torn
off on pin which"
"What becomes of the birds?" she
broke In, while an early-dawn tint sui.
fused her features.
SEQ South for their health, generally;
but, If we were birds, we might be knocked
/ down with sticks and stuffed to orna-
ment mantel-piece or lady's hat.
How would you like to be filled with a
lot Of sawdust and chemicais?"
"Not much. I'd rather be stuffed
with ice-cream and caramels. But Imean
what becomes of the birds at last? We
never find them. Now the flowers fade
and blow away. and we know what be-
comes of everything else, but we never
ind dead birds lying in the garden walk.
Do their companions bear them away
Ind lay them lovingly beneath the
caves? I always had an idea that a
dainty poetic legend could be made OF
t."
cit could be done, my dear, and it
would make nice $40 poem. But don't
take any stock in musical valleys and
happy spheres millions of miles away
when you figure on birds. They don't
go to any such place, my dear. They
generally go to the dime restaurant,
where they are worked into pies, or cast
to play the difficult role OF the quail on
toast"
She sank on the sofa in futter, and
he said he would be around on the NOR
row to take her to the mat.