316 Sporting Sketches 



Two figures, plodding along the dusking road, 

 heard Robert's last call and halted. 



" By Jove ! " exclaimed one, " I believe there was 

 a bird in that old root after all, and I licked Don 

 for digging for a chipmunk ! If I was sure, I'd get 

 down on my knees and apologize to that dog right 

 here." 



And Robert ? He slept alone for several nights, 

 but never again did he attempt to call his lost ones. 

 His wing quickly healed, and soon after that he fell in 

 with fair cousins who also had known bereavement. 

 He remained with them, sharing their joys and 

 sorrows, delights and dangers of winter time, till 

 April came. There was- one cousin, a bright-eyed, 

 brown-cheeked, plump-breasted Miss, who, when the 

 flowers bloomed again, got Robert into serious 

 trouble but of that romance, more anon. 



