The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-15

really remarkable parrot story. says
the New York Times, comes directly from
the owner of the bird.
Last spring." says this veracious wo-
man whose home is in the suburbs. my
children were presented by a neighbor
with a hen and brood of chickens. The
hen was placed in the usual Slated box
on the sunny lawn at the rear of the
house. and the little animated balls of
yellow down ran about at will in front of
n. They were frequently watched by Jim,
q pet parrot, whose cage was often on the
same patch of turf. One day, by accident
the hencoop was overturned, and the I'M
fortunate mother caught in it in snch a
way as to be strangled. The suddenly
made orphans, so long as the hen lay there
before them, kept up their visits to her
neighborhood, but when, not long after the
happening, she was removed and the coop
set up again, it evidently had no attrac-
ton for them.
1--WE were rather concerned as to what
to do with the little chicks, thus deprived
of their natural protector, but we need
not have been. When they found no one
to answer their disconsolate Peep, peepH
at the same place, they looked about for
another home. The open door of Jim's
cage attracted them, and presently one of
the boldest, after coquetting about the
door for several minutes, ventured in.
jim, on his perch, watched the intruder
with a slanting eye that we distrusted.
but we did the bird great injustice. He
remained motionless, as if fearful to cause
alarm while the chick pecked at various
g. -, 81.
Encouraged by the evident success of this
pioneer work. the other chicks approached
and at last every one of them got inside,
finishing every eatable scrap they found.
Jim, meanwhile, sat like malachite
statue on his perch, apparently uncon-
scious of what was going on, though we
could see that nothing escaped that watch
full oblique glance. When the chicks had
devoured all they could find, they went
feisurely out. We took the hint and put
water and food for them in Jims cage,
and all the afternoon they made them
selves entirely at home. Jim got over his
rightly and seemed to enjoy the invasion
OF his castle. He called them several
times with perfect imitation of the
clucking of a hen, and the chicks inva-
riably responded. AS night approached,
they went contente0ly to the cage and
crouched down on the floor to sleep. Jim
didn't quite know what was expected of
him then, but he acted according to his
lights He settled himself on his lowest
perch and coaxed two or three chicks up
beside him, encouraging them in their eff
forts to rooSt. In a few nights he had the
whole brood roosting in the cage as con-
tentedly as they had ever done under their
mothers wing From this time until they
were well grown, Jims quarters were
thelrs, and, though ne never went out to
eaten bare by his voraciouS adopted fam
lily without a protest.
When they were big, 1ong-legged chick
ems, he evidently decided one day that the
time for protection and hospitality was
past. They were bigger than himself and
quite able to look after themselves, and
he fOrcibly intimated that they must do
SO, by driving them out of the cage and
refusing thereafter to permit one of them
10 cross it's threshold. To prove that his
pervous conduct had been voluntary, and
not inspired by any sense of his inability
to cope with the invading army, not a
mouthful of food or a sip of water could
these chickens get from his domain after
ne had undertaken to prevent them. AL
together, we regarded it as a very curious
and interesting experience"
These lines, of American origin, and
written nearly twenty years ago, have
started on a fresh round through their
publication last week in the London Times,
IN answer to a correspondents query:
Here lies poor woman who always was
tired,
She lived in house where help was not
Her last words on earth were: Dear
- friends, 1 am going
To where there's no cooking, nor washing,
no sewing;
But everything there is exact to my
wishes,
For where they don't eat there's no
$500 washing up dishes,
III be where loud anthems will always be
ringing,
But having no voice. I'll get quit of the
singing.
Don't mourn for me now-don't mourn for
- me never,
I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
The cooking, washing and sewing are
obsolete now, or nearly so, but women are
just as tired as ever. and the plant will
nave to be revised something like this, per-
haps:
Here lies poor woman who always was
She lived under pressure that rendered her
dizzy.
She belonged to ten clubs. and read Brown
ing by sight
showed at luncheons and teas. and would
@, vote if she might;
She served on a school board with cour-
@. age and zeal,
She golfed and she kodaked and rode on
She read Tolstoi and Ibsen. knew microbes
by name,
Approved Of Delsarte. was Daughter
Her children went in for the top edu-
- cation,
AeI husband went seward for nervous
= prostration.
One day on her tables she found an hour
free,
The shock was too great. and she died
Instantly
3, GOOD material for a novel may be found
~ tale which comes from a North Da-
nola town. Miss Ellen Norman, living
lear there, was engaged to be married to
Seorge Thompson, a prosperous young
ataImer, but her parents were strongly
opposed to the match. In October, 1894
me ile girl was taken i'll; Oct. "a she died, al
East the doctors pronounced her dead,
al TIter subjecting her to numerous tests.
me funeral was set for Oct. %. The body
T Tas Kept over night in the Norman house,
me only watcher was Mr.. Thompson, who
SSSeclafed that he was not afraid of the
IIiisease, whatever it was. It was due to
sis watching that the young woman is
oftlVe to-day. Thompson removed the lid
u ~, the coffin in order to gaze once more
Upon the face of his fiance. He was start
leu 70 see the chest of the body in the
sasket rise and fall In a spasmodic way,
a. Inough the girl was gasping for breath.
o le wrapped the rigid form In a blanket,
Nalrled Il to his house, returned to the
ccS,orInan house, made up a dummy and
I'Vsea the coffin. This was buried. After