between the bars of the cage and then 

 handed it out to me. I could hardly re- 

 fuse to accept it, and he had evidently 

 got all the fun out of it he wanted for 

 that day, so I took it and moved away. 



We moved" along until we came to 

 where the elephant walks up and down 

 carrying the children, who for a few 

 pence can obtain the delight of a ride 

 on His Majesty's back. 

 - We sank down upon a bench, pro- 

 vided with nuts with which we fed the 

 elephant as he passed. In fact, the ele- 

 phant makes it a practice to swing his 

 trunk from side to side of the path as he 

 goes and take food from the people who 

 sit on the benches which line his way. 

 We had not been there long, when a 

 little old man came and sat beside us, 

 and started to undo his lunch, very care- 

 fully, and as if half afraid we would take 

 it from him. Second thoughts seemed 

 to make him feel quite sure that we 

 might, for he rose and crossed to an 

 empty bench. 



"Hmp!" observed Dick, "he evidently 

 thinks that we would like to steal his 

 lunch." 



To tell the truth, I was rather hungry^ 

 and so I noticed what his precious bun- 



dle contained, as otherwise I should not 

 have done. It was difficult to see, for 

 he held his arms in front of it as if to 

 hide it from the gaze of hungry eyes 

 which might find it too tempting to re- 

 sist taking. 



There were sandwiches, olives, cake, 

 and a bottle which I think contained 

 coffee. His Majesty, the elephant, was 

 coming down the road swinging his 

 trunk from side to side as usual. He 

 beheld the inviting looking lunch, and 

 with a great sweep, the huge trunk gath- 

 ered it up, bottle, paper and all. The 

 paper he discarded, and the bottle, after 

 he had partaken of all the contents, also 

 was thrown away, but the lunch was 

 never seen again. 



The expression on the robbed man's 

 face beggared description. Surprise, as- 

 tonishment, indignation, were all vividly 

 portrayed. 



We had had amusement enough for 

 one day and started on in search of 

 luncheon for ourselves, but as we went 

 I took one last glance. My lord, the ele- 

 phant, was returning, serenely uncon- 

 scious, but with an expression on his face 

 of supreme content. 



Dorothy Lord Maltby. 



NATURE'S TOKENS, 



When comes the April weather. 



When skies are softly blue, 

 With fairy fleets of silver 



The sun-rays shining through ; 



When birds and bees together 

 Come flashing through the air ; 



And brooks from winter's tether 

 Their freedom glad declare; 



When butterflies adventure 



A blossom sweet to find ; 

 And grasses spring and listen 



For trills of south-wind ; 



When arbutus awakens, 



And smiles enchantingly ; 

 I know these are the tokens 



Of immortality ! 



M. D. TOLMAN. 



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