The morning call., 1894-08-19
60, LITTLE DOVE.
Sad Plight of Society
Damseis.
UNCLE ToBY's GOOD ACTION.
Narrow Escape of the Little
=. J.. j. Bluebottie.
UNCLE ToBY's GOOD ACTION.
REPENTANCE MAY COME IN TIME.
Gentlemen Who Kill Doves Have an
=. Example Before Them That
l.: -. -. =: May Yet Save.

! Once upon a time there was the crustiest
kind of an old bachelor. apparently. He
had let all Kinds of daylight, principally
: French. through the carcasses of his foes,
:. but he wasn't member OF country club
:: and be didn't XIII doves.
It would do some OF the confirmed bach
elOrs and crusty old widowers-the gentle
manly brand that kills :doves-a power of
:. crusty old bachelor.
i. Laurence Sterne, who wrote classics
that. have kept Anthony Comstock awake
O. nights, was the biOgrapher of this erusty
:eld bachelor. He pictured him in all his
naturalness. his brusque and unconven-
-: iioha1 5manliness. in the open Innocence of
one of the biggest hearts that ever beat in
a human breast For Uncle Toby was un-
. dOubtedly human, No one can read the
magic pages of Sterne and doubt for a
single moment that the wooden-legged old
soldier retired from the wars of Mari
- borough, was anything but a living, breath
ing, moving, loYable ola entity. True it is,
: he was little. bit blunt In his remarks
= His English was. of that early Kind that
scOrned the arts of metaphor. and his mind
refused to entertain for a moment the sub
.teties of subterfuge.
He was a soldier; he had cut and
hacked and killed his countrv's enemies
atthe word of command, but he liked not
the sight Of blood and. away down in his
crusty old heart of hearts, he was that
:. kind. humane, cOnslderate man that every
gentlem an should be.
=. That is just the beauty in Uncle Toby's
character that the gentlemen who shoot
doves. have undoubtedly missed. They
= have read about him, certainly. No gen.
,ttsman's education could be considered
complete with. his deeds missing. Well,
= when-they read they no doubt enjoyed his
vigorous En- lish; they would have howled
with delight when he chucked numerous
pretty: waiting maids under their delight
full chins, and they must have followed
the perplexities of the Widow Wadman in
her courtship of the old veteran with a
great deal of satisfaction.
- But the gentlemen who shoot doves
never saw: beneath the whole story rum
ming between thellnes and cropping out
Slightly here. and there. They either saw
not, or, seeing, they were OF the earth
earthly and needed not. 1t is not too late,
however. to reclaim the most perverse,
and there may. yet be hope for the slayer
OF doves II he Will only mend his ways.
Therefore, and just to show how brave
mana gentleman at that-who had faced
d the bayOnets of a thousand foes without
hFuching and had mercilessly cut down ali
who mad opposed him, acted, it might not
be amiss TO- refresh the minds Of the gen
men-wh0-kill-doYes with little remiuis-
cenee. :..:
lone hot summer afternoon, you will re-
member, Unele Toby, having marshaled
his pins in his campaign map to his
hearts content had dozed off into gen tie
nap. Ii. at The window came beautiful
but mischieyOus.. blue bottle fly. 1t
preened its wings and got its buzzsr into
iune and then made for the sleeping form
OF the old soldier. Twice it circled around
his bald head and was about to light on
ats polished surface. 1t had poised for fin
ished descent, buZzing away N ost exasper-
atingiy, when it changed its course. The
rosy nose of. Uncle Toby had charmed it,
and instead of the head it lit on the nose.
,*''Z-z-z-zF'it went, and the fuZz on its
merry little buzzer tickled the rubicund
cutfcle of Uncle Toby's proboscis most
away the nuisance, ana the blue-bottle
: tucked splendidIy. But 1t came back and
dpcked, aud back and back again, DESPITE
: the sleepy efforts of the victim to drive it
away Finally, Uncle Toby woke I'D.
When'he saw the mischievous fly his anger
rgse in a moment, He was resolved on
revenge.
Then he concluded to play low-down
ST.
eyes closed the fly fell into the trap. 1t
gently dropped back on the rosy nose, and
Uncle Toby's reyengeful palm closed over
it: There it was in his power, just the
same as the defenseess birds IN the traps
of the gentlemen who ill-doves, and he
was about to kill it.
. But he didn't. His momentary anger
gave way. before the flood of humanity
rising in bis breast. He rose. the fly still
between his fingers. and approached the
window. Opening it he cast the little
prisoner forth in the sunlight of freedom.
Co." he. said, Ego, little fly. Tll not kill
thee! There is room enough in this world
f0r'thee and for mel"
:: And there were two beings happy, the
fly at its escape and good. kind. bluff old
.'Uncie Toby. No wonder his courtship
prOspered with the Widow Wadman.
. No wonder, too. that the chronicle of the
liberation of that little fly has lived and
will 90 ringing down the ages when some
OF the books which Comstock has not seen
fit to criticize, and which gentlemen W no.
kill-duves remember better, will De for
gotten.
=: go, little doves; this world is large
enough for all of usy'
just imagine pyramid of crusty old
widowers and confirmed bachelors ex-
Claiming that little sentence in a chorus TO
the doves they were about to slaughter.
Imagine the gratitude of the doves, the
unanimous generosity of the pyramid, and
then.*to fill out the scene, a group of So
ciety bellies, handkerchiefs 10 their eyes,
ecsoiDgr sotto voce:
GO. little doves; this world is large
enough for all of us!'
-, All, with such a prospect, even Uncle
Toby may not have lived In vain,