The Arizona sentinel., 1885-02-21
A BIRD IDYL.
The Nice Times the Feathered Triot Have.
 

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 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 a nice time?"
 "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 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 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 faintly. "Yes; but you mustn't bet too heavily on love. I 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 a good sized l tornado emptied into the free fight You mustn't judge the feelings of a 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 'notesY" 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 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. Oh, yes, the bird in love has pretty soft thing"
 "Do you think they understand each other when they twitter ?"
 "I don't think there can be any doubt about that, because the male seems to WAX mad when the female gets in all the l 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 muoh," he replied, with great emphasis "I wouldn't like the idea of setting up at in the morning, and washing in dew on a soggy fower-bed, and squawking off lot of rapture over breakfast of raw worms. Oh, no, l don't want any bird in mine. l would rather sell suspenders on commission l"
 "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 l shouldn't have to call on you in tight shoes and swallow-tail coat And we'd sit on currant bush, and kiss with our bills-hard, cold, solidiied bone kisses just think of it And I shouldn't have any shirt front for you to lay your head on. And, if I reached out for l uALulu1 O1 Hd1SI, l hOuAOhs 1uh ehO 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 suf- fused her features.
 "Go 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 lot of sawdust and chemicals ?"
 "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 theu companions bear them away md lay them lovingly beneath the caves? I always had an idea that dainty poetic legend could be made of it."
 "It could be done, my dear, and 1t would make nice S10 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 hutter, and ne said he would be around on the nor row to take her to the mat