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San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-11-12

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A THANKSGIVING REVIVAL

BY Clara Louise Barnlaw, is in this
months American Queen. Call and
get one, L. WOLFSON.
San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-11-12

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GOOD STORIES.

In the Thanksgiving number of the
| American Queen, now ready for dellY-
cry, at our store. l.. WOLFSON.
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THE AMERICAN QUEEN.

Thanksgiving number now ready, at
L. WOLFSONS.
The San Francisco call., 1897-01-24

He was a magnificent specime of young
manhood, and as the tender vine will en-
twine itself around the branches of a
sturdy oak, so did the affections of his little
wife cling around his heart, and the
flowers that bIossomed from their love
were two little buds of humanity, girl
and boy.
The slightest cloud had never shown
itself above the horizon of their happi-
ness, until one day it came in the shape of
political nomination for Office.
The first venture was a success, so far
as the achievement OF q victory went, but
so far as it concerned the peace and COM
fort of that little home, and its contents,
it was failure from the first.
Uncertain coming took the place of pune
tuality, irregular habits interfered with
home enjoyment and discipline, unreason-
able demands by unreasona BILE people at
unreasonable hours turned the tide at the
front door from social intercourse to selfish
intercession. With peace disturbed, pri-
vacy denied, comforts sacrificed and indie
pendence crushed, is it any wonder that
this poor, once happy wife and mother
should realize the first stage of her sorrow
Expectation darkening into anxiety.
1t was but little further before these con-
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tinguishes Mrs. Edgerton, MIS- Kings
sister, with his regard.
Miss Ina D. Coobrith, the poet, though
credited with the ownership of several
dozen cats, in reality owns but two, both
wonders of feline pulchritude. Gala, who
has reached the extremely advanced age,
for cat, OF "sweet sixteen" is a pure
blooded Angora. Her coat, which is as
soft and fine and white as dandelion
down, is iour inches long on her back and
s.des, and her tail is marvel OF plumy
beauty. She has a remarkably pretty
kittenish face, with very large eyes, a
short nose and the small round ears of
her aristocratic race. Originally from the
famous Johnson collection, she was given
to Miss Coolbrith by Mrs. ]. H. Boalt
twelve years since, and has from the first
evinced toward her gentle mistress the
most warm and devoted affection. Calmly
dignified in manner, DAINTY In her ways
and discri minating in her friendships-a
veritable LADY cat" in every way-Calla
has yet one fault: she is jealous, and of
her own son. A caress bestowed upon
Beauty in her presence renders her
wretched. Though she is unselhshly
willing to share food and cushion with
him, she openly resents any special
kindness shown him by her human
friends. Beauty, kitten" still, despite
his ten years of existence, is like
most half breed Angoras, extremely
deaf. He is very large, has
close white fur and more than his share
of masculine vanity, since he delights in
presenting himself for inspection when
ever a stranger is within Miss Coolbrith's
hospitable gates, with an air of self-sat
isfaction which is delightfully."- absurd. II
the expected praise be not forthcoming
his expression of chagrin is as unmistak-
able as it is laughable- Miss Coolbrith's
only other pet is canary, remarkable
both for his sweet singing and retentive
memory. Over a year ago his mate died,
and a lady, of whom he had formerly been
very fond, removed her body from the
cage and carried it away. From that time
Sweetheart has shown the greatest ami
mostly toward his whilom friend and re-
fuses to be placated. Amiabillty itself
toward all his other acquaintances this
pinch of yellow feathers manifests actual
hatred toward this one person. II she
speaks to him he replies with shrill cries
OF rage, and II she approaches him ne
beats himself against the wires and pecks
al her in a paroxysm of furious anger.
He evidently accused her OF having made
away with his companion and has neither
forgiven nor forgotten the fact.
Buster Dickinson" prize Maltese cat,
has the good fortune to belong to Mrs. ?.
S. Dickinson Hester A. Benedict), and has
known neither a care nor a sorrow during
his twelve years OF life. He wears silver
collar. sits in high chair at the table
when no guests are present, waits for grace
and then eats his food from his special
china plate with daintiness and decorum.
He hates only one person in the world,
and that is a harmless and necessary dem
tist who looks after the we'll being of his
teeth. Busters favorite seat is on cor
ner of his mistress writIng-desk, when
she is engaged in literary work, and one
of the many pleasures of his happy life is
to have her read aloud to him.
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who can only appropriate and vandalize
that which they cannot understand, to
which their finer perception is blind and
deaf and, having nothing to express,
dumb.
Something of this sort passed through
my mind as, climbing the mountain in
the wake OF a party of tire empers-young
1nen and maidens-I came upon not one
or two but five demolished birds nests,
wantonly torn from their anchorage and
left by the pathway. Fortunately, they
were all last years nests, though l ques-
tion if the human depredators knew it,
and l knew that no one of the wrecks
represented some feathered Rachel mourn
ing, comfortless; but none the less | felt
indignant at the unnecessary vandalism.
1t would be comparatively easy mat
ter to depopulate our woods of their
feathered denizens. The birds are the
most intelligent of all the woodland
creatures not because OF their naturally
greater brain endowment, but because
there are no other creatures subject to so
many dangers, and the constant presence
of peril has made them wary and clever.
These happy, singing, winged morsels OF
feathers and flesh lead lives OF ceaseless
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California Naturalist at Large
1vs Of Forests and FeIdsGorious ramps in the sBids
Returning to Their Last Years Nests

study during his days of bachelor wait
ing. If none of these avail he will sit half
an hour at the time q d1sconsolate, hud-
died little bunch, patheticaEy posed in
plain sight OF the scornful fair one, con-
sidering what his next move shall be.
Then, as if pulling himself together
with warning injunction against faint
heartedness he will begin all over and go
through his little programme with re-
newed vivacity and tenderness. If, how
ever. his wooing is in vain and the cap
tious little hen goes off, as she sometimes
will, with final rejecting f1irt of the tail.
it has never seemed to me that the feath-
cred wooer took his defeat very seriously
to heart. Birds are by nature philosophers,
apparently, and too thoroughly settled
In the order of their lives not to be easily
consoled.
There is a great satisfaction in knowing
the Identity of the birds one meets during
a days ramble; In calling by name the
blossoms that greet one in field and can
yon, or in recognizing the little creeping
things that quick eyes see on every side.
Any one who raises his eyes in the woods
from the barrels of his gun may see the
down dropping redwoods and know
they are not oaks, or detect the difference
between the twisted manzanita and little
robin run the hedge, with Its clinging
tendrils, but if this is the extent of his
woodcraft he is poor indeed. To see the
first small swelling of bare brown stems,
before the leafbuds break the bark; 10
note, with no pang of regret, the swift
leaps of the fleeing rabbit across the open;
20 name the birds, without a gun, and to
find excuse for lettering beneath every
tree, beside every moss-grown rock, are
the real delights of seeing nature in her
hauntS.
came recently with party of tramp
ers to an open space among the chaparral
on the crest of chain of foothills. The
leader of the party motioned silence and
stood spellbound with parted lips and
smiling. delighted eyes, gazing at flock
of quail quietly making their way through
the grass. There must have been forty of
the alert, beautiful birds, plump and shin
ing, with glossy feathers stirring in the
breeze and crested heads proudly, fear
lessly held high.
'Did you ever see anything so beauti-
ful?" whispered their discoverer. But the
Nimrod of the party w1ung his gunless
hands aud groaned: What a shotI oh.
what a shot ~
tell you the first man went down to
his house justified, rather than the other.
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One OF the most accomplished parrots
in the whole country is the property OF
Mrs. Nj. ]. Scorffy, and owes his education
entirely to her. He was brought from
Panama four years ago, when a mere
nesting, and has from the first shown re-
markable aptitude and intelligence. He
repeats almost erything he hears, and
seems to really understand the meaning of
the many words in his vocabulary, as he ap-
plies them to circumstances and occasions
in way which is fairly startling to persons
accustomed to parrots that speak only by
rote. Besides possessing all the usual
accomplis shments of his kind this wonder
ful bird spells his own name, Romeo"
also ''cat" and ''dog" and other simple
words, and sets right any one who spells
them incorrectly. He knows all his
friends by name and welcomes them
cordially when they call upon him,
while he receives strangers with dignihed
attabllity. While Romeo's conversational
and initiative powers are actually phe-
nomenal his musical achievements are
almost unbelievable, as he sings the air
! and words Of at least dozen songs.
Polly Hopkins, - ''Ta-ra-ra Boom decay"
DRY Your Eyes" Don't Cry in VAN"
Come Love, Come" Little Brown Jug"
You Shan't Play in Ny Yard "The
Bowery" and "a Bicycle Built for Two"
are some OF the gems of his repertoire, and
he sings the stanzas without a break in
lines or melody, concluding each selection,
however, with triumphant Hip, hip,
hooray for Romeow On pleasant days
Romeo gives from the veranda free enter
tainment to admiring audiences. Persons
come from all parts of the City to Taylor
street and Broadway to listen to him and
he is always ready to oblige." Romeo's
diet is restricted to corn, unleayened
bread, sweetened black coffee and plenty
of clean gravel. Occasionally he is given
nut, lump Of sugar and red pepper
pod, but water and fruit are absolutely in
terdicted. He gets light shower bath.
and has his feet manicured regularly. and
is as happy, good-tempered and healthy
as he is intellectual.
j. T.. Flood's special pets are monkeys.
of which he now has over thirty in an
ideal monkey-house recently built on his
beautiful place at Alma. Many rare and
valuable animals are in this collection
and they are all on the best OF terms with
their owner, who finds much amusement
in watching their comically solemn ways.
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anxiety. The building of nest is under
taken in questioning and with grave con-
sideration. The location must be sheltered
from rude winds that might tear it down
or toss the nests infant occupants out.
The wee cradle must be hidden from the
sharp eyes of climbing snakes. 1t must
be sheltered from the depredations of the
chatteripg, egg-loving squirrels and the
attacks of feathered cannibais, and to our
shame, be 1t said, it must be placed safely
out of reach of human beings, who, en-
dowed beyond all other created things
with the power to appreciate and enjoy
all for which the birds stand, are the
most dangerous foes the little creatures
know. It is one of the rarest occurrences
in nature when a bird dies a natural
death, yet they perish annually oy nun
dreds of thousands.
To take last years birds nest for pur-
poses of study is not an unpardonable
thing, provided you are sure the nest Is
not one OF birds whose habit it is 20 re-
turn each year to their old home. There
are birds who do this season alter season,
and whether one has any more right
to such nest than he has to the dwelling
of his next-door neighbors, who have
taken winters fitting, is question each
must settle for himself
More birds return to their last seasons
nests than we have any idea OF. L know
great tree beside jolly little stream that
bears on one down-drooping branch an
orioles nest that has been occupied Tor
three seasons by what appear to be the
same two birds. There is something i'm
pressivs in the thought of the loyal little
pair who traverse the trackless sky path
year after year from their winter haunts
to seek this low-swung home, rear their
young brood and disappear again for an
other season. The nest, too, is wonder
full sort of thing. have studied it again
and again, lying on the bank with my
field glass leveled at it. The canny build
ers have wound long cord deftly about
several small dropping branches, so as to
form a sort of rough basket, and in and
out of the meshes thus formed they have
woven horsehair, cotton and feathers un-
til the whole forms a strong, light, we'll
ventilated swinging cradle, where fairy
child might rock and slumber in perfect
security.
One of the nests l found by the wayside
is that of the brown towhee, one of our
commonest California birds. The towhee
stays with US the year through and is gen.
orally called the ground robin. He is a
plain, brown, monkish-looking bird with
a touch Of pale red on breast and belly.
You catch glimpse of this as be fits his
long, restless tail and it serves to identify
the bird. He is not gifted in song, but
when excited or angry gives vent to a
sharp cat-like cry that has won for him
the name of "the Western catbird." He
can sing, however, when he is in love and
on wooing bent. All birds sing then, and
he may also be heard just before rain
storm warbling very softly among the
bushes Plain though his coat, the to-
whee is q sleek. neat little fellow, with a
particularly clever-looking, pretty head.
| One of the most winsome birds OF our
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MRS. DICKINSON'S PET CAT, "BUSTER."

us to lift up our eyes to the hills. A good
part of our human strength comes thence.
A good part of human life lies there.
If it be not true that the same life that
is in us is also, in kind, throughout all
nature then l see no reason why human
beings should take any interest in nature
or feel any sympathy with her processes
The ancient wise one is, indeed. for our
use. for our help ana upbuilding, only it
behooves us humans to learn, ere we visit
her, the difference between use and appro-
priation. The things of nature are not
ours. They are only for us. That which
we can use we may take, freely, but
natures anathema is upon those imper.
fectly humanized beings who cannot use,
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winter season is the little Oregon junco,
who corresponds to the snowbird of the
North and the East. With the exception
of the titmouse l know no bird, not even
the fearless little goldfnch, who is so
frank and friendly. 1 have had one actu-
ally pick up seeds from between my feet
as l sat upon the ground, thrilling all
through with delight at the near approach
of the trusting morsel in feathers. They
are very pretty birds, with shining black
heads and necks, backs of olivaceous
brown, and ashy breasts, just shading to
pink along the sides. The two outer
feathers each side of the tail are white
and show conspicuously as the bird flies,
making a capital Identification mark.
They have, also, stout, notwithstanding
little yellow bills. The junco does not
nest with us, but leaves late in February
for the colder mountain regions.
saw a group Of them on bare swamp
willow the other day, going through a Sc
ries of maneuvers that would have done
whole corps score or more, after what
seemed like a game os follow-the leader,
lined up on one branch of the willow.
WQue Oh lWlS pelOT6 tuem peICueu
single bird, evidently a full-grown male,
tor he was larger than the others, and
more distinctly plumaged. There was q
great preening of feathers, stretching OF
wings and rubbing of breasts and then,
presto as if at some preconcerted signal,
every bird suddenly left the perch,
wheeled into line and the entire company
| flew in a perfect inverted V across the
| field. There was not single straggler.
They rose in air as one bird and formed
without an instant's hesitation. Appar-
emily they were practicing for longer
| flight.
| The joyous little gold6nch, called here
abouts the California canary, is already
with US. At least the male birds are here.
although they have not yet got their new
spring suits They will have them. how
ever, before the ladies arrive, and then
will begin one of the sweetest of the re
curing idyIs of springtime. The wild
canary is fascinating little lover. so ar
dent, so tender, so eager to win his lady's
smiles, which she, cunning one, appa
rently bestows not lightly. He must sing
to her long and sweetly his wild, charm
ing, canary like song. He mustiEvite hel
consideration of eligible nesting sites. o.
which he has probably been making 8
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Two Nominations.
PART l.

The wives of men who have EN- barked
upon the turbulent waters of public life
are like the fshermen's wives OF Nor
mandy, always standing upon the shore
with a constant apprehension and fear of
a gathering storm, and when the storm
comes expectation darkens into anxiety,
anxiety in to dread, and dread into despair.
There was once little home in my city,
around whose humble hearthstone there
centered every comfort, Joy and happiness
this life can give.
The breadwinner of this sacred circle
was a man whose genial, generous and
gentle nature brought sunshine to his fire.
side and coveted com panionship to his
friends.
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slant calls upon her tolerance, together
with another term OF office to seek, turned
anxiety into dread. And when, as CHI
max defeat came, followed by debt and
loss OF home, sorrow had filled the cup to it's
brim, and the last stage was reached, when
dread darkened into despar-and such
despair The magnificent specimen of man
hood is now keeping saloon, and his wife
and children living life without happi-
ness or hope.
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Through blood-red billows fair freedoms
craft.
oh, frail was the bark, and the wild waves
bruised her;
The mad sea lashed her in cruel sport;
But strong was the heart and the hand that
cruised her
Past rocky reefs to the peaceful port.
The world hears much OF the warlike doings
OF famous heroes on fields of strife,
But why not sing of their lovings and wop-
ings
Since love is the mightiest force in life?
The day of his birth no man remembers;
The day of his death no man can say
But the heart of man shall burn to embsrs
Before he forgets his wedding day
He who is ooldest where cannons thunder
Is soonest to soften at woman's charms,
And the tenderest hearts hide ofttimes under
The brawny bosom that carry arms.
And he who held as priceless treasure
The freedom wrenched from tyrants hand
We find was slave OF a woman's pleasure
And wearing her festers at loves command.
We need but look and we see them standing
Like picture flung out by the vitascope.
The queenly bride, and the groom command
ing
Both with the dover of youth and hope.
Ny lady is gowned in stately fashion;
Ny lord has buckles at toe and knee;
Their hearts are warm with the fire of pas
sion,
AS the hearts of bride and groom should
be.
The vows are given, the service is over;
There's the clank of q sword it swings
aside,
While the powdered head of the courtly lover
Bends low and he kisses his newmade bride.
All long ago was that famous marriage,
Yet we see the groom in his coat OF blue,
As he moves away with soldierly carriage,
And we catch glimpse OF my lady's shoe.
Like the last grand note of song that is
ended,
Is q gifted man. As the record runs,
The race OF our hero has not descended
Great souls give deeds to the world, not sons
He stands fol himself. Or father or mother
| Or son or daughter or pedigree,
| What were they all? 1t is he, no other,
Washington, Washington, whom we see.
Yes, one other; we see beside him
| The love-crowned queen OF his manly heart
She who ever could lead and guide him
! With a woman's tact and with Cupid's art.
The one sweet clause in lifes sad story
Is love. Ah my lord, and my lady. l know
| You found it better than all your glory
| Could you speak through space, you would
| tell me so!
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
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ROBERT TAYLOR'S FAVORITE CANINE.

to one composition, "Rastus on Parade"
Whenever the strains of this one melody
fall Upon his ear he sits down and lifting
his muzzle heavenward howls with all his
small might, but no other selection wakes
Il responsive chord within his breast.
This fact in his puppy head was the means
of restoring him to home and friends.
Having been lost or stolen he was. after
more tnau a months absence, brought 10
his owners for identification, but he had
changed so much that they were unable
TO positively claim him. After puzziing
for time the doctor played several musi-
cal fragments upon the piano and then
struck into the air of "Rastus." The
effect was immediate and the identitica-
ton made at once absolute, for the puppy
began to sing" with great vigor and en-
thuslasm, only desisting when the music
changed to a different theme.
Irish Duke, R. B. TayIor's fine Irish
water spaniel, is as great pet at home as
he is an attraction at the bench shows.
When given to Mr. Taylor a year ago he
was stigmatized as vicious and danger
ous,' out as his new owners family made
q friend and companion of him, instead of
relocating him to the kennels, they soon
won his heart completely. He>is still un-
social with strangers, however, and is
almost insanely jealous of Sancho, his
masters famous marsh dog, who returns
the feeling with interest. Sancho is a
most gentle and affectionate creature, who
wears his hoLors modestly and makes
friends wherever he goes. The two dogs
rarely quarrel, but detest each other
thoroughly. Peggy, a seven-month-old
puppy of Duke and an infant prodigy in
her way, acts as peace-maker, for, ocdly
enough, they are always civil 20 each
other in her company, and take mutual
pleasure in watching her gambols and
submitting to her youthful caprices.
Mrs. Homer Kings Captain Jinks is a
vociferous, Yivacious and well nigh ub-
quitous young fox terrier, who has already
won local fame by his pleasing personality
and many "cute" ways. He liv on terms
Of warmest friendship with Tiger, Mrs.
Kings beautiful striped cat. Tiger is
giant among his kind, as he weighs nearly
seventeen pounds, and, though his mis-
tress says he lis just plain plebeian cat,
he is certainly one to be proud Of He
has lordly air of owning the entire
establishment, and, though dignitiediy
fond OF the whole family, especially dis
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Washinqton's Wedding Dav.

When the heart of q nation is torn and riven,
When the prayers OF people in one stream
roll,
Out from the silence an answer is given
Then cometh the Leader, the masterful soul.
Let the faith of the world like a star be steady;
Let no man question Gods might and power;
For heroes arise when their work is ready,
And patriots come at the needed hour.
So Washington came. While king derided,
And wise men sneered, and the old world
laughed,
He stood at the helm and safely guided
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MdEAOW that the days are growing
ANZ balmy and springlike, the influx
ISXS of Sunday trampers into the hills
has begun. l am sure it is high
human impulse. this one that sends
men and women natureward when the
growths of field and stream and forest are
Young and tender. It is part OF that
inherent wisdom of the race that warns