The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-09-04
gesture ana moan and look told Of his

the gallery with his heart-rending
roars; and it was not till went back
twenty times and tried to make him
understand that would come again
that succeeded in quitting the place.
After that came to see my friend
daily, sometimes spending several
hours with him in his cage. But after
awhile noticed that he became sad
and disprited, and when his keeper
alluded to his furious agitation and
excitement every time left him and
attributed his worn out and changed
appearance to this cause, took his
advice and made my visits as seldom
as possible. One day, some four
months from the tine of my first meet
ing him in Paris, Ientered the Garden,
and one of the keepers came forward,
salut;ng, and said, Don't come any
more. sir; Hubert is dead.
Butterfly Head-Dress.
St. Nicholas.
A good friend of St. Nicholas, NJ.
tions of people who to put it mildly,
choose TO make themselves objects of
pity, for beauty's sake, and now asks
me to tell you some pleasanter facts
| concerning persons who wish to orna-
ment themselves. and yet are notquite
ready to bore holes through their flesh
in order to shine in society.
For instance, he says there are Cuban
women who fasten huge tire-t'es in their
hair, and let them shine there like
stars taken from the sky. This is a
| beautiful idea, and the FREELY does
not seem to object, for when released,
| it flies as if it had good store of adj
| ventures to relate to It's waiting friends.
There are many other such graceful
| fancies, he says, but of them all, none
is so fantast;cally beautiful as that in
vogue among the Darnley Islanders,
who. in truth, are the last persons one
would suspect of any such thing. They
live on an island in Torres Straits, be-
tween New Guinea and Australia and
are not only ugly looking, but are
more thansuspected of being cannibals.
On Darnley Island, it appears, there
is kind of very large and most
beautiful butterfly called Papilio posei-
don. 1t is marked in brown, black,
and bright-red colors. and measures
seven inches across the wings. The
gorgeous creature is captured by the
Islanders bent on decoration; a tough
but delicate vegetable fiber, in lieu of
thread of cotton, is tied about its
large body, and the end of the fiber,
secured in the man hair. A Ahalf-doz-
en- butterflies will be tethered in this
way to the man, and as they soon be-
come reconciled to captivity, their
graceful tiutterings about the unhand-
some head of the man produce an ef.
feet difficult to describe and hardly to
be imagined.
The Old Doctors Story.
Central Presbyterian.
II have a little story to tell you
boys" the old doctor said to the
young people the other evening. "One
day-a long, hot day it had been, toe
i met my father on the road te
town.
Il wish you would take this pack
age to the village for me, Jim, he
said. hesitating.
Now 1 was a boy of twelve. no
hayfeld, where 1 had been at worh
since day break. was tired, dirty anc
hungry. 1t was two miles into town
l wanted to get my supper and to wash
and dress for singing school.
My first impulse was to refuse ane
to do it harshly, for | was vexed tha
he should ask me after my long day.
work. If [ did refuse he would e
himself. He was gentle, patien
old man. But something stopped me
one of Gods angels, think, I"
OF course, father, I'll take it.,
said. heartily. giving my scythe t.
;. one of the men. He gave me the pack
! age
Thank you, JIM he said. 4 wa
going myself, but somehow don't fee
very strong to day
HE walked with me to the roat
that turned off to the town, and as h
left put his hand on my arm, sayin.
, again, Thank you my son. You'v
always been good boy to me. Jim.
! II hurried into town and bacl
again.
when l came near the house ! say
a crowd of farm hands at the door
One of them came to me, the tear
I. rolling down his face.
5 ' y our father. he sad, fell dea
, Just rs he reached the house. The las
words he spoke were to you.
II am an old man now, but hay
t thanked God over and over again i
all the years that have passed sine
: that hour that those last words were
you have always been good boy t
/ me-
e No human being ever yet was sorr
for love or kindness shown to Others
But there is no pang of remorse S
: keen as the bitterness With which W
l remember the neglect or coldnes
e which we have shown to loved one
who are dead, Do not begrudge 10,
Q ing deeds and kind words, especial
v to those who gather with you abor
t the same hearth. In many families
e habit of nagging, crossness, or il
d natured gib!ng, gradually covers th
n real feeling of love that lies beneath
u And after all, it is such little wa
that we can go together.