Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-06

globe home unusually full one day. and I
fell to thinking-it was rid culous, WASN'T
it?-how fine a thing II would be If I
could just jump out and make my way.
somehow, to the fountain basin from
which / was taken to be brought here.
Not that 1 was happy in that fountain
basin. But you know what strange
notions one gets. And, anyhow. l was
a much younger F. sh then than I am
now. And SO I leaped out. and fell. Of
course. on the rug 1t hurt. too. that fall,
1 can tell you. And it was horrible In
every way. l couldn't get my breath
I was terribly sorry ia been so foolish
the minute 1 jumped out. There / lay
on the rug, gasping for breath. when
our pretty human Mistress, by great good
luck for me, came into the room. and she
saw me and picked me up just as nicely
and tenderly as anything and put me
back in my globe. Oh. wasn't it glorious
to get back home. where ! could breathe
and be happy and feel the morn ng sun
needed that lesson. I've never had so
much as thought of wanting to get
away since.
well, it certainly is comforting, in a
way. ito know that some one else has
been as foolish as l." said the Canary
Bird. IT suppose that everybody, though.
gets the wandering fever occasionally.
and bankers. without knowing Just why,
to get away from home. Often I've
heard our good human home-provider.
the one they call the Man here, speak
of that. He is fine. kindly human,
isn't he?"
There isn't anything wouldn't do for
him." said the Goldfish. For all OF the
sorry that can't sing for them. as you
can and do. I can do nothing but CLEAN
in the shifting light. But 1 am grateful
to them, nevertheless"
Sc
well, as i was saying said the
Canary Bird, i've often heard the Man
speak Of the queer. whimsical desire
which seems to be in the breasts of all
of us to wander once In q while. He was
an adventurous and far-traveling human
in his youth, you know. Such wonderful
birds as I've heard him speak Of! Birds
of all colors Of the rainbow that he saw
in South American forests. But 1t sad
dened me to hear him describe how so
many OF these birds We're bent upon
killing other birds that didn't belong to
their own clans. That must be an awful
life. pursuing and being pursued by kill
ing birds Well. our fine Man has been
through roaming for many years He
was a soldier and a sailor and a miner
and other wonderful things, and often he
was hungry and cold and knew not
where to lay his head. And at length.
after MS many years or wandering, he
got together this home and now moth
ing in all the world would induce him to
set his feet again on the wandering path.
Isn't 1t fine to see how happy he Is to
get home in the evening? And / love to
sing an accompaniment for him when,
after the lights are lit, he is practicing
Upon his flute. He likes me to sing with
us mute. too, and ! like to please him. I
sut wander from the point. II our fine
Nan. who has wandered everywhere and
1nows all the Wide world. is happy in =
what he calls his little home and cares
10 more to go faring through the wide 9
PAGES. shouldn't We. too, be glad and
,rateful for our homes?" \
you are right, said the Goldfish. IT,
90, have heard our Man say to our pref
y human Mistress that one never knows a
ne joys of home till one has been
Without one. and didn't realize that.
hough. when / found I had abandoned I
ny home. even for ever so short a time, I
through pure impuls've foolishnessn' r
Yes, and the worst OF ii is said the