The Arizona champion., 1890-11-15
WAITING ON A BIRD.
An Incident in the Life of h.
 Ventor CorliSS.
WOULDN'T ALLOW THE EGGS DISTURBED
Work Suspended Until the Youngsters
 Could Care for Themselves.

! The late Edward Corliss, of Providence, the inventor and manufacturer of the i great Corliss engine, was man who valued his business largely for the op- portunities which 1t brought him of doing thoroughly and unpretentiouslv humane acts. Very many stories are told at Providence of his generosity to people in 1 his employ, and especially of way he | had of coming to some employe or workman who looked ill or overworked, or who had complained of having hard time, and saying to him, Now, look here; you are not looking well. You had better go off somewhere for a rest of a few weeks, and I will take care of your family while you are gore" And the man was started off on a vacation of months. if months were needed, without any apprehension on his mind as to the needs of his family.
 But other employers have done the same thing, no doubt, and the Listener would not have had occasion to note the matter if it had not been for the true story of another generous deed of Mir. Corliss'. lately told him from most authentic source, which is so exceptional, and so quite idyllic, that it merits special l relation. More than that-it merits such setting of incident as the story telling genius of a Hawthorne or Hale would 1 give it; but as the Listener can give it no i such setting. and as, moreover, he has no right to do more than tell the tale just as 1 it was told to him, he will narrate it in its simplest form:
 l Mir. Corliss. not very long before his ! death, had occasion to build an addition | to lhis manufactOry-a big Il, for ad- i ditional machinery. To prepare the 1 foundation for this L it was necessary to remove ledge of rock by blasting. The men to do the work on the addition had : been employed and put on the pay roll; | the materials had been purchased and brought to the building, and the work of i blasting had begun. The next morning MT. Corliss passed by the place where work was proceeding. when the foreman in charge, knowing his interest in pretty things, called him.
 ''See here, AIr. Corliss," said he; ''here is birds nest that we've found, and that's got to go.'
 1 He showed the manufacturer robin 1 sitting upon a nest that had been built, l fast and snug. in a crevice of the rock, among some bushes that grew there. The bird flew off her nest as the men came near, and showed five blue eggs, that looked as if they had just been laid.
 ''Can we move that nest somewhere else?" asked Corliss
 "I'm afraid not, sir. We'd tear it to pieces getting it out and it isn't at all likely that you could get the bird to go i to sitting again anywhere else. We've 1 got to go on, so we may as well rip it out and throw the eggs away" ] ''No," said Corliss. We won't dis | tJIrb her. Let her bring out her brood right there.''
 But we'll have to stop the work on the buildingr'
 ''Let us stop it then"
 And so orders were given that opera ] tions on the addition should be suspended. They were suspended; and the hands stood still, drawing their pay for doing nothing, or next to nothing, while the robin sat on her nest with her air of | great consequence and zealous attention to business, and had her food brought her by her mate, and at last matched her i brood. And then there were three weeks more to go by, at the least, before the young ones could fly. Corliss visited the nest frequently, not with any uneasiness or impatience to have the robin and the young ones out of the way, but with a genuine interest in their growth. The old birds had all the time they wanted, and when at last they had sternly helped the clumsy, reluctant youngsters over the edge of the nest, and they showed them selves to be able to get about on their own hook, orders were given to resume the building operations; and the dull boom of the gunpowder, tearing the rocks apart, was heard where the birds had peeped.
 It was an idle freak, practical man would say, of a man who may have had more money than he knew what to do with. Perhaps it was freak, but 1t was one of the sort of freaks that make the world better.-Boston Transcript Lis tener.''