The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1911-01-19

time. Be very quiet now. He's get
ting ready to warble."
But the bird wasn't. He sat on his
perch and had puzzled look about
him and finally closed his eyes In
sloep
Like tired infant" whispered Mr..
Bowser as he tiptoed away and sat
down.
There was utter silence in the room
for the next FIVE minutes. Then the
bird gaped and uttered sort OF croak.
That's a sign Of hunger" was whis-
pered. Mrs. Bowser, have you any
cold corned beef in the house?
Mercy. but he won't eat such stun.
You'll have to get seed Of some sort
I'm. forgot that I'll be out OF
bed ut 6 in the morning. I'll try him
now with drink
Bird Fails to Take Water.
A pint bowl Of water was put In the
cage, but it attracted no notice.
Mrs. Bowser. it's you," said Mr..
Bowser after standing and ,puzzling
for awhile. You and the bird are not
en- rapport, and be feels i. Birds can
tell when people are down on them. .,
But Pm not down on this one." =
But he feels q sort Of constraint, a
coldness. You had no welcome for
him. I don't want to say anything
harsh to you. but If you assume all
inimical attitude toward this helpless
and innocent hearted bird ] shall have
to have a talk with you. Go into the
other room for awhile until get him
to singing. He looks as II he expected
you to hit him with the ak every IN
slant"
Mrs Bowser went upstairs and was
gone twenty minutes. Just as she re-
turned the bird opened its mouth.
fiapped its wings and uttered sound
between Il squawk and Il shrek.
BY thunder" gasped Mr.. BOwser.
THAT is one Of his songs. | take It."
She observed.
"He did that as he caught sight OF
you. The poor thing knows you are
ready to murder him the moment my
back is turned BY John. woman. even
The birds OF the air can read you!'
That's because l used to chase 80
many out Of the cherry trees when
was little girl"
Chase whippoorwills at night"
"No-blackbirds by day. Mr.. Bow
ser. YOU have been done for. That is
Ulackbird as sure's you're born"
woman. what do you mean"
Species Diagnosed.
Just what | say. | should have
thought you'd know better. He's no
more whippoorwill than our cat
Woman, this is the last straw" he
said as he came nearer.
And from the looks Of it / should
say it was about the last blackbird
as well. Blackbirds shave been taught
to squawk little. but never to sing.
A whippoorwill is so different
"In my own house I am insulted"
II don't see how"
Il am tod tnat l am looi'
II have simply told you that you
bought blackbird for a whippoor-r +.
will. Even II you had got the latter he
never would have uttered note. That
breed of birds never sings in captiv.
ity." 81 .'-.'
Mr.. Bowser lifted up the cage and
left the house with it, going straight
to the family butcher.
"I'll get you hundreds like him from
the farr at 10 cents apiece was an
swered. Can you leave the bird
here? OF course. Yes. perhaps can.
give him and the cage away. Am |
sure as to the b.eed: Why. man. your
own wife must know that this Is u
blackbird. II you want something -
amuse you during the long winte"
evenings get iewsharp and learn t"
play it."
When the raseless and birdless Mr.
Bowser got back to the house Mrs.
Bowser locked at him inquirngly. AM
he replied:
"As soon "a convenient YOU hah hr'-
consult your lswrer as 10 IL or, s
You must kt,a1s {ia. thia-s - nan 9, !.