Mexico weekly ledger., 1892-03-03

MAS. SUtiiSN MI. Nuii UcISouto
Brown, his head padded in raw cotton,
for he had caught cold in his drafty
fats yesterday, though he would not
have owned that an unCe of air ever
entered those buildings without "a per-
nit from the tenants. He had been sub
ject to neuralgia ever since he stopped
legitimate business and took to building
flats.
s'Ratsl7 said he on receipt of Cachette.
"Ive heard of French coquetting before,
but this lays over it all. Bat Miss
Bunker is not in tout she goes next
week. SCOTS: 1 believe the bird is
French, too, the way it winks with its
eyes"
at could not very well wink with its
toes" thought MI. Cumbersome Browns
housekeeper, Mrs. Jones. who led a life
of it when her employer had one of his
justly celebrated attacks.
But Natalie had gone home in the
crisp evening sir, shivering in her thin
coat, trying to down the ems of loss
that had ON to her already now that
Cachet5e was gone.
Mrs. E. Plat Clayton was in the ele-
vator at the flats.
81 wa just going to see you, madamoi-
selle," said she. GLOW warm it is" and
she threw back her sealskin cloak. I've
been to five teas. No end Of a bore, and
now l must rush home and get into a
tight gown and go to a dinner and a
ball. Not so fine as those functions
where l used to meet you in la belle
Paris, though. You are so quiet now
which is quite proper, seeing that you
are alone here. Do you eyer hear from
your sweet brother, the compile? No?
But / must hasten. Idon't know what
Mr.. Clayton must think of me, for l am
always out. / have not seen him for five
days. He dislikes society. But then he
has his club. Even my brother-you've
met him-says there is no repose in me.
How Ear one have it in this whirl? Ny
dear, l cam to see you about that kerr
chief. 1t is for my pet friend, who will
marry DIR. Croll the day after tomorrow.
She's aesthetic, you know, sort of silly,
but very sweet and faded. Doyou think
you could have it by tomorrow evening?
I'd like to send it around to her not later
than that, you know"
They entered the fiat together and Ma
talie made a light.
Then Mrs. E. Plat Clayton caught up
the kerchief out of the basket. Cachette's
wing feather stuck to it.
At sight of that feather Natalie incon-
tinently broke down, and in the I'M
guarded moment Of acute grief told how
she had just parted with her bird to some
n to whom she owed a great deal. and
that she kept this one feather as a me
mortal oee her pet.
THE French are nothing If not senti-
mental" Mrs. E. Platt Clayton smiled
to herself. Aloud she repeated that she
hoped the kerchief would be forthcom-
ing the following evening in time to send
to DIR. Crolls bride elect, and then she
drove home to dress for the dinner and
the ball, carrying Natalie's grieged
mouth with her to be incorporated in
the Vatican plaque representing Ariadne
deserted.
Now. Mr.. Cumbersome Browns neu-
ralgia was worse that night than ever
before. At least so he said. He always
said his present attack surpassed its pre-
decessors and that it would be positively
the last n he could stand.
All night long he used strong language
concerning DR.. Jobson, his physician,
and such of his friends as he could think
of at short notice. Being a bachelor he
had no women folk to make miserable,
for his housekeeper, merely remarking
Its half temper" went 10 bed.
r., 4An rxo-,,nr - LzILz- -
DR.. Jobson came and made light of it,
which made it all the worse. And
there was Cachette on the table warbliug
fit to break his little throat.
All at nee Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
glsred at the songster. Mrs. Jones"
said he, with as much dignity as his far
nels would permit, "take that murderous
animal away. Its shrieks will split my
head open" 'They couldn't split il
shut" thought Mrs. Jones, and she bore
away Cachette, who was thrilling hi:
high Hs like n possessed. She carried
the cage to the kitchen, which was n
the top of the house, in the approved
fashion. But Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
had built the house for somebody e1se
and not himself, and every sound in tbs
kitchen foated down the dumbwaiteI
and spread over the floors below. So HI
heard Cachette in the kitchen.
THAT French girl shall have warning
tomorrow" he said. "Then l know whar
Twill do. Icaught this cold standing il
the street while Fanny Ferguson talket
about her Indians and tried TO get a sub
scription ont of me. Fanny shall have
the Bunker girls bird; it will remind hel
of the war yells of the Cherokees in thei1
wild woods"
He wrote a few complimentary word:
on a card, pressed the electric button ani
had Mrs. jones with him in no time.
"Thiscard and that bird for Miss Fer
guson this minute" he said.
at couldn't be the ether minute"
suppose" thought Mrs. Jones, and she sci
about executing the commission, mo-
without envy of Cachette's loud voict
and corresponding responsibility.
Miss Ferguson, who still looked almos
young behind a veil and who was &C
quainted with the size Of the bank &C
counts of several unmarried men Of
Browns age. was sending out circular;
begging for coal for the Cherokee Nation
when the gift arrived.
my dear Mr.. Brown she wrote OF
one of the circulars, s'your lovely
thought is singing its sweetest while ]
pen these lines. interpret its meaning
do you think? I suppose birds have
meaning, n language, as flowers have
What is the meaning OF a canary bird
Ihave always been so practical myself
have given little time to the study o.
poetry. With you it is different; you
houses are frozen music. But come II
me and tell me In person the meaning o
q gift OF q warbling nature. All. how
wish my Indians might hear It'll / sent
you q circular. A few tons of Goa
would be warmly appreciated by tn.
poor, neglected children of the fores
and by yours devotedly, Frances Fergu
son.
She had Cachette one hour. Then tn,
poetrasn came. and he did not bring he,
any subscriptions. Loving the India,
a she did she could notfail to be giftet
with an active Imagination, and sh,
began TO think there might be a siniste
interpretation of Browns gift-he sen.
her q 5razen canary instead Of offerins
himself Is q golden goose.
Besides, she now recoIlected that b
bad said yesterday when she broache,
the subject of coal for the Chrokees
.Whafs the matter with the Children a