The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-19

"No, captivity is bad if they treated right continued the naturalist, land tell me where they treated well7"
 I didn't answer. Confronted with request for back up my stamn1ered protest, found myself without any. Schreibers captives were well fed. The baby monkey guarded from the snake
 The big German, smoked silently for several min utes, his eyes fixed on the jungle belt in front
 "The geological, people treat their animals better than society treats human beings" he said. gently "And the natuarlists? Well, they treat them we'll never knew who did not.
 He stopped for a moment, and then gave little throaty gurgle. Memory had pushed forward some thing that displcased him.
 q made a mistake" he remarked, harshy. "I did know of one. The night is young. will tell you of him. It happened a long vhile ago when first came 0 the Samaritan River-Fogelberg and l came together This mans name was Lesohn-Plerre Lesohn-and he was naturalist of kind. That is, his heart not in his work. Nenl He was always thinking of other ways of making money, and no man who calls himself naturalist do that This business calls for everythingheart soul brain, all That is why said L-esohn not naturalist. The devil of discontent gnawing at him, and in this work there should be no discontent. No, my friend
 "One day pulled down the river Lesohn's place, and he pushed me an illustrated paper from Paris He laughed, too, very ezcitedly. He was nearly always excited; the discontented people all ways
 "tWhat do you think of that7 he said.
 eI read the piece in the paper and looked at the picture that went with it. It the picture of g-outang and it had under it the brute's He had two names just like you and me, There he sitting at desk smoking cigar and making a bluff that he writing letter. It turned me sick It was not good to me. I handed the paper back to Lesohn and said nothing.
 "eWen?' he snapped, T asked you what you thought of it.
 Not rnuch' said. Tt interests me not
 ".You old foolr he cried out. That monkey is earning hundred pounds week at the Royal Music Hall in Piecadlly. He is making fortune for his trainer
 CT do not eare,' said. T am not concerned little bit.'
 AeHo, hop he sneered You want to work in this stinking jungle till you die, eh? have other things my mind, Schreiber. I knew he had, but didn't interrupt him just then. Yes, he cried out T do not to be buried here with the wah- wahs singing the Dead March" over my grave. want to die in Paris And I want to have some fun before die Schreiber. There is little girl whose father keeps the Cafe des Prirnroses-Mon Dieul Why did I come this wderness?'
 ".And how will that help your asked, pointing the paper that had the picture of the monkey
 etHow? he screamed. Howl Why, you old stupid I, Pierre Lesohn, will train orang-outang, too'
 "It Is not good to make brute into hunan' said would not try if were you.
 "Lesohn laughed himself nearly into convulsionss when said that It a great joke to him. He fell the bed and laughed for ten minutes without undoing his face. He was a smart man, was Pierre Lesohn-too smart of Paris The smart should always stay in the cities. The jungle is not for thenl It agrees only with who have made a proper assay of their faculties. Lesohn had time make assay. He too busy scheming'
 Sehreiber stopped and again leaned forward in the big chair, Something had gone astray in the brzzing noise from the prison-house and like maestro he listened for the jarring note Softly he from his seat and slipped into the interior darkness.
 When he returned he relit his pipe sfowly--the jungle life makes a mans movements composed and delberate-then he settled himself back in the of his manufacture.
 "The little of the black monkey is i'll" he K piained eff 1t in the jungle it would die. Here it will live I think But will get back to Lesohn, the smart Frenchman who should have stayed in Paris He pasted that picture of the nan-ape his cot, and he looked 1t every day. It got be- tween him and his sleep.
 1.-Two hundred pounds week. he would cry out. Think of that, you old, squareheaded Dutchman. That is nearly five thousand francsf That is four thousand marksl Could train one. too?'
 "'Not me-, said. T like the orang-outang just he is. He suits me like that. If he got clever that he could smoke cigars and read my letters I would not like him bit He would be of the place that God gave him in the animal kingdom.
 "I annoyed Lesohn by telling him that. I annoyed him very much. Three days afterward Dyak trapped an orang-outang that just getting out of it's babyhood. and the Frenchman bought it quick
 "fIt is just the size want he said to Fogelberg and me. T want to train it quick as I Io hot you two fools just wait. There is little girl pvhoee father keeps the Cafe des Prmroses-wat