New-York tribune., 1911-11-26

tread of the policcnans foot all unknown they had
evolved for themselves code Of rules whereby TO govern
their life and conduct. Among these it was tacty
agreed upon and understood that spoken promise was
pledge and held to be very sacred thing, and he who
broke faith committed all the cardinal sins. Indeed
their laws were very few and simple, easily understood
and well calculated to govern mans conduct to his te
low.
veneercd with a fine civilization, our laws are complex
beyond all knowing and expression; regulates his
conduct to them and is virtuous and honest the
law compcs him to be. This is the Age OF Money,
and therefore an rrcycrcnt age; II IS also the age
of Responsibility with a very large Rand II
the Policeman budgcon. IN
But in Arcadia, because it IS an Old NV
World place where life follows an even, FSZ5
simple course where money is as scarce as 49,
rogucry, the old law still holds,-a prom 80
ise once given is sacred obligation, and 'lx
not TO be set aside. Y
Even the backbird, who lived in the ~
inqustivc apple tree. understood, and ~
was aware Of thiS,-it had been born IN
in him. and had grown with his N
feathers. Therefore though. to be
sure. he had spoken no promise.
signed no bond, or affixed his mark =
to any agreement, still he had never
thclcss borne in mind a certain
quest preferred TO him when the day
was very young. Thus, with a con-
s'ancv Of purpose worthy Of all imita-
ton. he had given all his mind and
thought TO tn, composition OF a song
with a theme. He had applied
himself to il most indusriously all day
long, and now, as the sun began TO set, ...f
he had at last worked it all out, every =
note, every quaycr and tril and now,
pcrchcl upon a lookout branch, he kept his u
bold, bright eve turned toward a certain
rustic seat hard by, uttcring mclodious note or
two every and then, from pure impatcnoc
And presently, sure enough. he spicd her for
whom he waitcd.-thc tall long lmbcd, supple
waiste creature, whose skin pink and gold like the
peaches and aprcOts in the garden and with soft little
rings Of hair that would have made such an excellent
lpfu tn strict iff yrftf tt
view he had often admired her hair, had this blaclbrd
fellow. as she passed 10 and fro among her flowers or
paused to look up at him and listen to his song Or even
sometimes TO speak TO him in her sweet, low voice.
But today she seemed 10 have forgotten him alto
gcther: she did not even glance his way Indeed she
walked with bent head, and her eyes on the ground.
Therefore, the backbirl hoped little farther along
the branch and pccrci over to look down at her with
first round eye and then the other she sank upon
the seat nearby and leaned her head YEARLY against
the great tree behind And thus he saw upon the pink
and gold OF her check something that shonc and wnklcd
like q drop OF dew.
If the bhckbrl wondered at this and was inclined
10 be curious, he studily rcpres-cd the weakness for
here the audience seated and waiting, al cyp,cta-
tion for him 10 begin.
So. without more ado, he settled himself upon the
bough. lifted his head, stretched his throat and from
his yellow bill poured forth food Of golden melody as
he burst forth into his Song Of Memory
And what a song il was, full of passionate en-
treaty Of tender pleading, OF haunting sweetness that
as she listened, the bright drop quvcring upon her
ashcs fell and was succeeded by another and another
Nor did she attempt 10 check hcm wipe them away;
only she sat and listened with her heavy head pllowcd
against the great tree, while the bacbird. glanCug
down at her every and then with critical eve 10
mark the effect Of particularly difficult passage
pipcl surely as he had done before until the listen
crs proud face sank lower and lower and was 40 last
hidden in her hands. Seeing which, the bac;birl. like
the true artist he was fearing an anticmay presently
ended his song with long drawn plantvc note
RUT Anthca sat there with her proud head bowed low
long after he had retired for the night. And the sun