The Arizona sentinel., 1889-02-16
j. W. DORRINGTON, Proprietor.
NUMBER II.

again, for the smile and nod of ap-
prOval which never failed to greet him.
At last, when the sheet vas quite
covered up with pencil-marks, he pol
ished the pencil up on his little furry
arm, restored it to it's owners pocket,
handed back the book, rolled his piece
of paper into a hard, round ball, pat
ted and pressed it with both hands,
slipped down from his perch, and hur-
ried off to conceal it in the hiding
place which had received his other
treasures. This time he came back
with a detected air, which l UNDER
stood when l saw the boy gather up his
pOssessions-the hour of parting was
evidently drawing near.
Again the little arms clasped the be-
loved friend, the small wrinkled cheek
was pressed against his, the skinny lit
tie black hands caressed him with pas
sionate, pathetic tenderness. In all
but words, the little dumb creature
pleaded for longer happiness. and the
boy, 1 was delighted to see, seemed
quite as loath as the monkey to say
goodbye. Finally, after strOking the
small head and shaking the little hands
again and again the boy turned away,
only to be recalled by queer cry for
one more embrace.
Then the monkey seemed to accept
the inevitable, and as the boy LETT him,
scrambled rapidly to a high cross-bar
where he could look over the heads OF
the crowd after his retreating figure,
and throw kisses which the boy con-
stantly turned and acknowledged. At
last, when he could no longer be seen,
the monkey squatted dejectedly on the
perch, chin in hand, the back of the
other hand in constant requisitiOn to
wipe real tears from his eyes.
'What a dear little monkey, and
what very pretty sight. Does this
happen often?" 1 asked of the attend
ant, who had invited my attention to
this scene.
each day, madame If madame
were to come at all times of the year
at this hour, she would see always the
same thing, the very same thing"
''How did the monkey learn all
these little ways?'
"From his intimate, madame. Until
two years he was but like all other of
the monkeys. 1t was then this boy
did begin to be friends with him, to
teach him gentleness, to rebuke him
of all rudeness, to treat him as If he
had been another boy, not with the
persecution that many do show to the
Gagged and helpless. Many have since
that time tried to be more kind and
good with these prisoned things, and
the temper of all the monkeys in this
cage has grown more amirabie in re-
suit"
Ibid you see him teach the monkeys
these pretty tricks?'
mo, madam, we did first perceive it
when we found this monkey would no
more eat on Sundays. Paul is a boy
of a school near by, and goes always
through the gardens at this hour. On
Saturdays, after he knew that he had
won the love of this beast, he did come
also. but on Sundays it was not per-
mitted, and then would the lonely one
cry and cry like one little child.
Then a kind man who heard the
story was so pleased that he got for the
boy pass that he could come also on
Sunday. At one time Paul fell i'll, and
when he came not the monkey also fell
so i'll that we were forced to take him
to the house of the boy that his life
might be saved. He was then so weak
that he could no longer swallow, but
when he had looked upon the boy his
spirit came to him once more that he
could both eat and drink.
1--WE permitted, with the leave of
our chiefs, that he remained at the
home of the boy till both were again
well. The father of the child would
give much money that his son might
own the monkey, but their love one
for the other makes so much of pleas
ure for the many people that do come
here, that no money would be great
enough for us to part ourselves from
him."
| turned to take farewell look at
the affectionate little caricature of
humanity. He sat crOss-legged on the
floor of the cage, his pencil-marked
sheet of paper spread out before him.
studying it gravely while he smoothed
out each crease and wrinkle with his
tiny brown hands.
Goodbye. little creature, " | said,
half-aloud. II shall not see you again
forever; the gallant steamer that is to
bear me back to dear America and my
own yellow-haired, blue-eyed mon
keys, is even now in port; | shall see
your Joy at the sight of your friend no
more, but you will be often in my
thoughts when | have crossed the deep
seas-Flemish boy and little Antwerp
monkeyr'- Woodbridge Mich
aelis, in Youths CompaniOn.
"A story of temperance medal
reaches us from Queensland of curious
and sinister suggestiveness, says the
Manchester England Examiner. The