The Forrest City times., 1905-05-19

Sash "heh muSca Dlunders into their homes and tears the fairy work to pieces with his buzzing wings. Some tunes l kill fly, or disable him. so that ne cannot struggle much. and care Nily place him in the web of one of the little spiders, but the small owner runs away all the same. and will rather make new net in another place than return to the old one while the dan gerous intruder remains. I believe it IS not generally known that each thread or spiders web is covered with a very Slutinous matter, and when the web ia newly spun whatever touches it sticks. ghat or fly is not entangled. It is simply caught as If by bird lime, and us struggles, by jerking the thread, ap- prise the spider of the capture.
 Many Of my spiders are really too lit | tle 10 nave ever captured anything, and l am quite sure have been a witness to several hrst experiences. 1 hate mos quitoes. They make great white bumps wherever they bite me, and there are far LOO many of them in this cell of mine. It IS my great pleasure to watch one of them allght on my hand, and just as he has praced his ugly legs, thrust out his l poisoned dagger and bored into me. to smite him gently but firmly-not kill hlm, but only to crumple him up a bit so that he cannot fly and still can kick wig orously. Then l take him by one wing ana deiicately touch him against the web of one of my small spiders-not one oI the very tiniest, for they are afraid o1 anything larger than a midge. The mosquito sticks immediately to the gummy thread. He kicks and whirls l apout Tn an ecstasy of we'll deserved ter TOT. The little spider, sitting Jumped up and apparently asleep at the other end of the web, springs up and thrusts out all his legs. l can actually see him l qulVer With excitement He runs down the web until he is an inch from the mos quito, stops and jerks the thread sharp " half dozen times. The mosquito nutters again. The little spider goes 1 quite wild. He doesn't dare to rush on the prey, but jerks the threads. until be- tween the two the net seems in danger ot being torn to pieces. Sometimes fear gets the better of him, and just as he is | apout 10 touch the mosquito he turns ana rushes frantically away to hide In a 1 creVlee. In moment he is out again however. as if ashamed of his cowardice. lie advances resolutely, jerking the thread as he comes, and at last springs on hls victim with all the ferocity in bis wicked little body runs quickly all over the mosquito. ties down the f1uttering wings and settles to his feast without further ceremony
 The biggest spider in the window is very different person. She is as large as pea-a marrowfat pea. She mas the best place, and the sunniest corner, and her web spreads over nearly foot of space. It's threads are so large and thick that the biggest fly IS doomed when he gets into it. call her Mrs. Jacobson, because she re- minds me so much of lady know. The lady is so puffy, and so rich. and so calm, and so greedy, and so well | content in the assurance tn t every thing she has is so much finer and bet ter than anything her neighbors have My Mrs. Jacobson is evidently the richest and greatest person in the window. She possesses two great treasures, which she keeps close to- gether in corner ot her web in an | angle of the sash, surroundei by . dense network o; threads. They are two large brown bags, each as big as herself, and whatever is in them must be very valuable, for she sits all day long between them, touching one with each hand. She is very business-like. and doesn't waste any time when fly gets into her web. She never runs away to hide. She never rushes aim lessty back and forth, jerking the threads and trying to screw up her courage. She goes to her fly as Tar tarin went to the lion, as you will | learn you get to ''Tartarin sur les Apes" and when she reaches him she thrusts out first one and then another of her long, skinny arms, first over him, then under. The fly whirls 1 around like the arms of windmill. actually screaming. his buzz is so loud and wild and shrill and despairing. But he is done for Mrs. Jacobson pro- ceeds calmly, methodically, relentless | ly. First a leg is fastened tight to his body, then wing, and in a minute he is encased in a neat white shroud of threads and can't move an eyelash. When he Is completely helpless she l takes him to the corner near her precious bags, and, if she is not hungry (and she is already fat enough. in Ill conseienee), she hangs him up in her cupboard, maybe with one or two others which are there Then she goes back to her treasures, and sits | listening remorselessly to his gradually weakening screams, which sound like the wind in very small keyhole.
 Mrs. Jacobson's dinner occupies about two hours. At the end of it she