The Newtown bee., 1896-08-28

Included IF the Kitchen furnlturo. 'Al thr world loves a lover, and love-mak. ng, with reas"1abie rroapcrt of par- r'4er, is especially Interesting to the mi-t.oss of the parsonage.
 THE MOST ATTRACTIVE BIRD Lo>E ER Of my er4uaiatancr is the purple finch. The arts he uscs to win the object of his choice are most o0Eagjng. have seen hlm waltz along on the tormos5 rail of a low fence, vith outeprcad nu5tering wings md eNr4u3l2G tail, turning hi+ had from si5o to ~id", md singing his b s-. All tLo while .a- oaa for whom he Va. going through all this, was on the ground picking up b1t= of food and, like o1h"rs of her sex. p5ctrAdiag net to mo- ttlc tho ft.rts oi H,r aduiIur. Whether she does watch a,n out of the corner of her eye l will no. venture to say. At other fines when she is quietly feeding h" will tutterJ rJos5nbovo her out-stretched wiUg7, pouriag forth his very soul in song. When think of the use that the birds make of sorg in winning their hates, if throws a great light upon the c"ndjrion of number of eligible young alcn. living near my church. They ao uoc sing. Not long ago | saw finch give his lady very strong hint. 1 pre- suuc she was a little backward about beginning housekeeping and, it may be. she had overheard some bride say, that she thought it was nicer to board. At any rate he thought it was time they had 8 home Of their own, and to give her that impression he picks up bit of twig and taking it in his bill lays it down in front of her, 1 conclude that she must have accepted his will as her law, for very soon she was busily at work on her home making. Hear the tale of nest. Two years little summer warbler built iu a lilac bush almost within reach from one of our windows. Now, although to naturalist an egg is interesting from only two points of view, first, for what the egg is in, and second, for what is in the eggs, since I wished to add one to my collection. Lest one should break in the process of blowing, | took two. knowing that there would be two or three left. Before I could get away with my booty, the mother bird returnedsaDd there was as pretty an exhibition of temper as one could wish to see. It was almost human.
 HER LITTLE HEART WAS SO FILLED WITH
 RAGE
 That she danced upon the eggs remain ing in the nest-smashing them to bits. She spent a little while seeking a site for new home, where she would be free from robbers, and having found one, she plo- ceeded to remove every thread and fibre of the old nest to the new spot. Last year she returned to the lilac, with thought of building there, but the mem- ory of the great wrong that had been done her was too fresh, the sense of in- jury still ranked in her breast. But time is a great healer. This year she came back and l cannot tell you how glad I was when l saw her go to work to build again in the old place. It showed she had forgiven me, and resolved that nothing should prevent her living there in peace if I could help it. She and her mate worked industriously for three days and the walls of the structure were rising fast, when a new trouble arose. A chipping sparrow roaming about saw the new nest, and, at the same time, saw an opportunity to get in on the ground floor, so he bids Mrs Yellowbird be of while he proceeds to finish the nest to suit himself. But Dame Yellowbird has no notion of being thus deprived of all the results of honest tou. So she goes to work and knocks the bottom out of chippys scheme both literally and fig uratiyely, for she takes away every par ticie she had contributed to the nest, leaving 1t without foundation, so that