The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-03-05
do not like you. Dr. Fell.
The reason why cannot tell:
But this / know, and that rightweII.
i do not Ike Nnn- Dr. Eell


flnchs There Is u % humbug about it either.
Ii bullfnch loves, it loves: if If
hates, IL hates. There is no mistake as TO
which way 1t regards different people. If a
bird IS whlstIing and bowling and scIaping
10 one person In an ecStacy of happiness
gnd when another person comes along il
ceases to whistle, hops as far away as it can
20, and sinks Its mead into its shoulders.
Ike child In the sulks, you can Judge
pretty we'll as to what its thoughts are of
those two people. can you not?
Mark could not have made his opinion
palmer than he did if he had graduated at
hrst-ciass grammar school. You NAV
think, and naturally, too, that this queer
little fellow would have felt more affection
for the one that took care of him than for
any one else. But no, not bit of itl The
special object Of his devotion was a gentle
man that never waited on him at all, in
deed, scarcely noticed him until he forced
him 10.
Mark lived on table that stood near the
'front.' sec0nd-story window Of our house
The moment this genteman's footstep
sounded oil the pavement below Marks
head would bend sideways in an attitude of
the deepest attention. When the front door
closed, and the steps came along the hall
and upstairs toward that room this funny
bird would begin to fluff out his feathers.
BY the time the room door opened and the
object of his alteration appeared in sight
Mark had assumed the shape OF a ball of
feathers with head and tail and two little
feet sticking out of ii.
A very lively sort OF ball It was tool
blch grooming and whistling, such hopping
from perch to perch on his one sound leg.
such bowing and scrapiDg and rubbing up
and down against the bar of his cage, you
never did seei
1t was enough to touch the hardest heart
70 witness the delight of that cOmica Mark
Tapiey, so bright aud full Of fun, with his
poor broken leg swinging helplessly as he
danced merrfly about. But there were no
hard hearts under our roof tree, thank
heaven, and even if Mark had been less
affectionate than he was 10 every one of us
he would have been made happy by kind
words and thoughtful care.
Sometimes the door of his cage was
fastened open. and then he would come
hopping out on his one leg and fiv IN
cur heads or shoulders and sit there con.
tenledly Just as long as he was allowed to,
rubbing his feathers against our cheeks
ana whlstiing his cute little tunes
Iwo or three times day Mark would
MAKE delightful find" His twinkling
eyes were ever on the watch for-be knew
What. 1t was on my shoulder that he spent
most OF his outings, and it was my lips that
ne Kept watching for the hemp-seed that
would sometimes appear there. peeping
ostentationsiy out upon him. Not to say,
thongh-Mark's bright eyes and skillfui
beak made. short work of hemp seeds. for
ne was passionately fond Of them,
He did not hesitate when placed one on
my tongue and drew IL hack as far as possi-
Die, 10 Jump up cling to my lip and teeth
and dive his little head in after the seed
Sometimes the feathers tickled and made
me cough, which sent him flying across the
room. But II he had not got his seed first
ne returned TO the charge undaunted. and I
40 peileve he enjoyed the fun as much as
the rest of us. 10
But he never had more than two or tbrea
SEEDS DAY, because they are too heating
ana lattening to feed freely to any birds
not even TO canaries. Many a pet canary
GAS died from having had too many nemn
SEEDS. 1hey heat the blood and disorder
tne bowels. Make note of this, children.
and don't kill your pets with mistaken kind,
mess. A'nu-
1t is the fashion among bnll6nches r.
make presents to those they love. These
presents are rather odd ones, to he sure
6oDe lofty minded folks might desnisa
them, IL they look only to the intrinsic valne
OF the gifts they receive. very moor vav
tnat is, In my opinion. BulIfncbes indns-
triousiy pick up all the threads and ravel.
lnge they can find and carry them in trinmnb
TO their best friend as a love token.
Our poor little cripple, true to the tradi-
lions of his family, tried hard to carry them
oat, lie went hopping over the CARPET and
picked up more bits of thread than one
would have supposed could be found In a
Weii-kept room But his helpless leg PLAYED
MIN SAD tricks. 1t got tangled in the threads
ana threw him down over and over again
but ne would futter up Just as often and