The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1891-10-27
Remarkable Story Of n ret Rullfineh.

w men one person loves auOLleE FelF ttsIiJ'
jealousy is apt 10 creep in. and II human
beings indulge in such feelings. you could
hardly expect little bird 10 do any better,
could you? The only thing that surprised
me about it was that bird should have
brains enough TO put two and two together
to tue point Of jealousy.
took Don up 10 my room because he was
so unhappy when away from me. lie was
not the only ono that shared the room with
me The other was a dear friend. whom We
Will call Dora Dean because she has written
some very pretty poetry under that name.
When Don got his first look at her he put
his black velvet cap TO one side and fixed her
with his bright eyes Then he turned hls
back on her and hencefortn treated her with
silent contempt. which did not after while,
however. prevent him from accepting small
gifts from her hands. such as hemp seeds now
aud then. But otherwise he merely tolerated
her presence.
We two Dora and T. usually went out to-
gether. but one day 1t chanced that went
out alone, leaving Dora Dean and Don, the
latter, as was the custom. being free TO rove
around the room rs ne pleased. When was
not at homc, tho doors and windows OF my
room had to be carefully closed. because Don
WAS sure 20 set of on journey IN search OF
IN. If he got the chance.
Well when / came home again. about two
hours later. what do you think; found
Dora sitting on tho top stair outside the
closed door of our room. She was trying her
best 10 look very solemn and indignant, but
all -he succeeded in doing was b show that
she WAS bubbling over with fun. And then
she told me all about Il.
Keu On or now that Don was simply scorn-
fui and india erent "a regarded her presence
and that this was the frst time she had been
an the room with him without me. Ii did
not take Don long 10 notice this latter fact,
and from it he evidently drew the inference
that she was responsible for my disappear
ance, hecause, how could IL happen that she
was there and was gone;
His utemptuous indifference soon took
moro active shape. though at first be went
no further than the swelling out Of his feath-
ers and avlgorous scoldlng whenever she
came near him or. in fact moved at all. And
his declaration of war might nave begun and
ended there IL she had not taken the liberty
of abstractlng pin from That famous PIN
cushion. which Don regarded as especially
his property and mine
Did YOU ever hear that famous little poem
about Mr.. Ferguson and his famous 'speckled
rim. to a wonderful sou-stirring concert the
cats Of the neighborhood we're holding:
And as for Mr.. Ferguson.
Twas more than he could bear;
lie Mp and lung his toot ack
Right through the midnight air.
And that theft of the pin was more than lit
tie Don couid bear; he mad no bootjack to
fling. but he lung himself: He was on the
bureau and he made a sudden frantic dash
at her. which startled her So that she dropped
the pin and fed across the room. And do you
suppose that satisfied the irate Don Not
bit OF it. He pursued her hot,y his feathers
pulled out, his tail spread his wings dropping
aud scolding at the top of his sweet little
voice.
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in hopes OF eppeeslng his anger. to her wonted
seat by my desk. But 1t would not do. He
followed her up making darts at her nose,
her ears. her hands, ahghting on her head
and pulling her hair until she actually fed
from the room. Don pursuing her TO tho door,
which she hastily closed. and then he hoped
along on the iioor inside, pecking at it and
scolding ut the top OF his voice.
This is tue funny story that was laughlngly
told me on my return. and before it was con-
Guided, Don heard my voice. and the familiar,
beseechlng call "come-he-ere, sounded from
the other side of the door.
II would have done your heart good. as il
did mine. to hear the delighted shout the
little fellow gave as | opened the door. He
few on my shoulder, and pressed himself up
against my cheek. do really believe he had
thought that Dora Dean had made away
with me. and his delight at my recovery made
him wild. He whistled and bowed and made
n ball of himself; he rubbed his feathers
against my cheek, danced all over he from
the top of my head TO the toe o. my foot, and
kept up his delirlum of delight until II grew
80 dark that had TO put him 10 bed, and
even then, after his 'night-gownn had been
thrown over his cage. his sweet little call OF
come -he-ere. cOme-he-ere sounded forth.
is very funny and very touching. too,
but the worst part of it WINS to come. Poor
Don never got rid Of the idea that Dora Dean
WAS Nh enemy in disguise and he acted &C
cordlngy. II size ysntured TO take pin. or
even 10 touch tina cushion. he made rush
for her: if she touched me he quivered with
anger and few at her 80 theoretically that
she had to protect her eyes and face.
IL she sat down at my desk he literally drove
her away by hopping on it and peckIng her
fingers and making sudden darts at her that
were rather startling. One side of our room
he seemed TO recognize rs hers. but If she
came over on the side that he considered be-
longrd To INN and to me- he ahghted on the
floor and chased her literally chased her
pecking at her feet whenever lie got chance,
and when she sat down he jumped on her
shoes and tugged at their buttons with Ill
lputian rage comical 10 see.
And yet there was dark side 10 the fun
that caused us a great deal Of anxiety. for.
as you will readily believe we were very fond
of little Don. and we feared that, sooner or
later. something would happen t. him from
being so much on the floor and so il did. "a
you will learn by and by.-Helen Harcourt. in
Philadelphia Times.