The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, July 06, 1901, Page 5, Image 6
THE COURIER. J Y r V Jfflce. Im... ..618 .671. Proelonal Directory. Dr. Ben j. P. Bailey I Office, Zebran Block 1 9 to 10 a m : to 13:30 tolpm 1., .. V12 to 12:30 i seiiaenee, isa u itreet;2t Eveninft, by appointment. Bandars 12 to 1 p. m. and'bj appointment JDr. J.B.Trickev, Refractioniat only J Office, 1035 O street I to 4 p. m. DENTISTS. obc. 63o.iLouls N. Wente.D.D.S.rBro'SneuMk.ml I sollthitreet. I office ess louver Johnson, D.D.S.j"3Har,e',,. I (11050 street J 1 Phone. ..li(m Dr. Ruth M. Wood. 612 So. 10th St. ) Hours; I A. M.; 10 to 1 i to t P.M SUMMER OUTINGS via "OPtie Btairlington' TO UIDO. MIHl HMD 1 BLH6K IIS. Si ft s -soS se cug' H"D 8;ga US 13 u i $15.1W$11.10$l4.$J8.50l$15akl5.00 $J8.60$14.30$J7.50'$21.50 i $18 25 0&- 5 a $18.85 2" & V F9 II $15 00$25-00 $19.00 $3025 Set $30.00 $32 00 DATES OF SALE. July 1 to 9 Sept. 1 to 10 June 18 to 30 July 10th to Aug. 31st All tickets sold at the above rates are limited for Return to Oct. 31. Call and get full information. City-Ticket Office 6or. lOtn and O Streets. Telephone 235. Burlington Depot 7th St., Between P and Q. Telephone 25. CI(: i id Ypu Kmv S9 jg know a woman to put her foot Sj 5 in it who was not glad of it? 2 2 We mean the g 1 80R0SI8 ?7 rn 1 IE. iu.&uf 6 Sold only by a WEBSTER X , 1 1043 O St., I Z Lincoln, .... Nebraska ccg)s(s: jaaaaaog oo Finest Shoes that can be Made. Dis- , count Cycle Photographs Athletic Photograph Photographs of Babies Photographs of Groups Exterior Views s&Ufryy&tjbi THE PHOTOGRAPHER 129 South Eleventh Street. on Everything. SANDERSONS i 1213 O Street II MIMMOOI, LINCOLN INSTITUTE OF I OSTEOPAJHY : Brownell, Third Floor. Chronic diseases of long stand- o ing successfully treated without drugs. Diseases of women a spe cialty. Consultation and exami nation free. DRS. BIGSBY & BIGSBY. IlMmiMllMHIMMOIOOHOMIHOIOOj porch I see robin and blackbird and woodpecker dart away down the hill from the mulberry tree. And the old willow tree by the barn do not look for any bugB on ita venerable trunk. The woodpecker brought his whole family there to give them their early lessons in tapping; it 1 were another woodpecker I should hunt another tree. Down behind the barn is an old dead locust tree which reaches up straight and stiff above the green branches about it. There a brown thrush, I think it is, sits many an evening and sings its rapture forth. The blackbirds stop their in a few minutes the tree of heaven was full of a noisy army. The blackbirds, a wood-pecker and other neighbors came over to Bee what all the clatter was about. It subsided after a time and a little muscular exercise on my part. Nevermind, children; your pet is rea sonably safe. I never succeeded in throwing a stone where I aimed it in my life. I have the word of a universi ty professor that this cat is a vory in telligent animal. lie certainly is. Imagine my feelings upon hoaring that at four o'clock in the morning after an evening when several stones had cbang- quarreling around the water barrel ed locations, his catahip had been found close by another special convenience lying in majesty beside my barrel. Ad forthe birds and sit around in the vice: When raising young robins in a dead tree aa a respectful congregation barrel put a screeu over the top at bird while the soloist sings. Their taste is bed time. commendable. I sit on my porch. In the matter of diet, can Eome good The mourning dove that rests patient- bird doctor tell me if it is proper to give Iy on her nest in the apple tree does not infant robins water to drink? Is thero understand my ornithological craze, some secret hydraulic system by which She flew in terrible affright when we the little birdies in the nest are refrosh climbed the tree to see the one pretty ed in the days of hotness? I observe egg. There will be another tree clixb- that a Bpoon does not work very well. ing some day, when the yellow mouth gapes for worms. Why did they build so close to the house? Out on the hills there is peace, worme wriggle, and cats are not everywhere. The joy and the tribulation of my heart these days, However, is the old barrel under the apple tree. I am not thinking of going into the business of robin incubation, but tbern is the barrel and down in the barrel are two young robins, and on the edge of the barrel frequently is the old robin with some- xraruapa my porcn ornunoiogy pro fiteth little. But when I see shut-in places where never a tree gives lodg mentfor a bird, where no patch of grass nor flower bed allures the worm hunter, where only sparrows chatter all day long, I think how lonesome it would be to live there. There are blind ones who live among trees who have never chirped back to the robin, nor noticed with sympathetic Joy "the hap piness of the wren. But to some lho birds are very sweet messengers. I thing that squirms in nis Deatc. it think or a cozy stone cottage out on a nearly breakB his heart to go down into country road close by a great tangle that hole, I know, for he deliberates long and hops from the tree to the barrel and back and forth before he feels that it is safe to venture. His call is very, very short, but it grieves me that the barrel is not transparent. The first and thicket of trees, a Nebraska forest. Out of it and into it dart thrush and thresher, oriole and canary, scarlet tan ager and red-breasted grosbeak, and their songs and calls make the day beautiful with melody. With all their baby robin who hopped by the porch is joyousness they miss the one thing that very tame and docile; he was the inhab- is best. In thoir wildness they do not itant of the barrel for several days be- know what sweetness they bring to fore the other one fell from the nest in their gentle friend who sits by the deep the catalpa tree and fluttered through window when she is able, and some times steps out of doors to learn to know them better, to name them by their color and song and call. If the wild creatures only knew how to be loved! .The blessed rain. We sit and laugh half tearfully, saying it came because you left your umbrella at home, or be cause the weather prophet of the family the grass. There was a dreadful com motion in the robin community when I put Robin II. into the barrel. The whole clan perched in the tree of heaven and jawed me, and the olJ robin who had seemed from the first to understand the philosophy of the barrel, though disliking the necessity, seemed dazed at finding two where before was one. If I went near the bird-cage all that day there were at least lour robins protest- bad foretold its coming, or because the ing from trees near by, and I felt as if day was blue Monday. All the time we my mother were scolding me. It oc- know, down in the part of ns that keeps curred to me that Robin II. must have the sacred silence while our idle tongues fallen from another nest than Robin I. chatter on, that He gave who alone can Now I am almost sure of it, for Robin give. What though we read the weath- II. is pining and hungry enough to 1st er maps day after day we still must me stuff mulberries into bis yellow know this, we still must feel the thrill throat, and Robin L is fat, and though of worship with the thrill of victory, tame and willing to sit on my hand, he Can you eit still in a darkened room demonstrates ability to fly occasionally, while the trees sing their majestic song? I wonder if he gets all the worms, and if Out on the side porch what matter if Robin II. is regarded aa an interloper? the drops spray your face you can feel If the barrel were only transparent! as one of the rejoicing chorns, look up There! Where is that cat? Every with the flowers and the erase, swav time the wren talks that way I know Mr. Cat ia sneaking around. The wren follows the cat and sasses him; on the fence, up in a tree, very low in the cedar, the little warrior flits, keeping up that chatter that ha seems to mean for a hiss. The cat will sit and meow under the cedar with the wren up among the branches not two feet from his nose. Then he either feels his powerlesenees to get through any such tangle of branches or else concludes that the wren would make hardly a mouthful anyway, and he hangs his head and stalks off. with the trees. Drench, drench, on the leaves, on the roofs. Let ub give thanks. A glory is upor the earth and in the sky, from the oncoming of the great long "roller" in the west and the first joyous toss of the branches till at last the day dies with a blaze of gold all over the sky how prettily the leaves dance on that bright floor and the arch of promise perfect in the east. The wind sweeps up and follows the sun through the night. The birds huddle in xneir swaying nests under the wft onlytobefollowedbythepersistentlittle benediction of the rain. In thair hearts tease. "Not until the enemy is out of perhaps, is something o! that unex aight does the wren change his note to pressed gratitude which we of greater the happy little warble we all know, destiny shut in behind frivolous words. The day of the war, when Robin II. came, the cat crept into the yard. The Summer has its paradoxes. Coal is go wren and the robins saw it before I did; ing up, and so is the thermometer. 1 b i 'hi & w .f JU 1 M Hil . V !? m in 41