How to Attract the Birds 



sought the seclusion that the cabin granted, and sur- 

 rendered her imagination to dismal reflections. Poor 

 little solitary waif, beating its wings, so long unused, 

 back and forth above the waves over an unknown 

 sea, engulfed in darkness, straining every muscle to 

 reach the lights on the fast disappearing vessel, only 

 to sink at last from exhaustion into the cruel, cold 

 sea ! A sharp knock at the stateroom door startled 

 the occupant. Without waiting for a "Come in," 

 blonde Gustave, the room steward, threw open the 

 door and entered, smiling, with the truant thrush safe 

 in his hand! "It flew down the funnel into the 

 butcher shop, " said Gustave, simply. The butcher 

 asked the officer on the bridge if a pet bird had been 

 lost by any of the passengers. The officer said, 

 "Yes; take it to stateroom 117." 



Not a feather had been injured. That particular 

 thrush took an extra long nap the next morning 

 when its companions were feasting on snails, other- 

 wise it appeared none the worse for its reckless ad- 

 ventures. Three days later, when the cage doors 

 were purposely opened on the lawn of their guar- 

 dian's Long Island home, thrush followed thrush 

 with a glad cry, and blackbirds followed thrushes to 

 the trees and freedom. Now the really interesting 

 part of this story would properly begin. 



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