The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-06-07
THE OLD 1ADY's LAST SONG.
And Wonderful Tale of Pet Can
 ary in Western Pennsylvania.

And Wonderful Tale of a Pet Cam
 ary in Western Pennsylvania. Phtsburg Dispatch
 'Dunremy told the following strange tale about his pet canary, which he claimed to, be the finest songster in Western { Pennsylvania:
 "A little golden male bird said he, which we Call Daisy-it's hand to change a name, you know. His voice is incom- rarrAle He can yodle like Fritz Emmett the elder and improvise like-er-Mas- e.snl. : remember one time last June when he was hanging out on the front porch among the honeysuckle vines -zhoneysuckleS come in June don't they? A dear old lady was ebbng away next door Daisy had done much to make her last days bright. The invalid used to sit on the porch in a reclining chair and listen to the songster. Often my wife told me that she had seen the aged wo- man clap her hands feebly and smile after one of the little fellows musical flights.
 But on this June day l. arose from the luncheon table amazed by q. marvel Gus melody. Daisyshad never sung that way before, nor had any other bird. It's no use to try to describe the music more than to say 1t was soft and low and sweet, My wife and stood listening un- .derneath the cage. Suddenly the song ceased, and we went indoors impressed more than 1 can tell. Just few minutes later the old ladys, daughter entered the house, weeping She told us that the end had come and tried to .fhank us for the little. bird She declaref that the melody had foated in through the open window 1+lierd hen mother lay-hoated in like blessing-and ceased just at the last breath, and that her mother had tried to clap her hands.
 But that isn't the, story I wanted to tell" resumed Dunremy. "A couple of weeks ago. though the gross carelessness of the servant Daisy's cage, which was hung insecurely on the front porch. crashed down some six feet or more. rushed out and found the bird f1uttering on the bottom of the cage with its left leg broken My first impulse was to end the little one's' agony. but my wifc restrained me. You can imagine that she succeeded in wrapping little bandage about the break After that Daisy was wrapped in cotton and placed in a little box.
 "It didn't seem to me that the canary could possibly live. but when l came home to lunch the following noon my wife declared ioyfuly that Daisy had eaten some seeds from her hand On the fourth day we put the bird hack on his perch, and he sat there. getting stronger every minute At the end of a week we heard a piteous little song. By jove, you don't know how the first song ap pealed to usi
 But the music grew louder each day. By this time it was impossible to keep bandage about the limb Daisy would never rest until he succeeded in tearing off the wrapping : By love. he knew besti The bones set themselves-a little crooked and all that, but strong enough to do support
 And here comes the strange part. Yes teFday morning I happened near the cage and I saw Daisy engaged in eating off his toes! It's d fact. and vet 1t would R bird has four toes. tipping with long hand without little finger. 1 was late at work yesterday morning. watch Ing the process. Piece by piece Daisy bit off the member corresponding to our index finger eating every scrap. Then lTa treated the third in the same tas hion sevring the two clear to the leather cushion And then he 5toopped work and went to sleep. The members bled slightly.
 If you stretch your thumb and mid de finger forgetting the others, you can get an idea of what remained. This the canary wrapped slightly about the bar of his perch.,s And now tell me what bird instinct was at the basis of such an action? The only thing I can think of-and it isn't satsfactory-was that the members would have dropped