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on grounds which Bergh would have taken, 
and he ordered the fire removed and a re- 
sumption of the work with the shovels. 
Jack plied the tool while Harm stood at 
aD Ola palin an 
They were nearer their quarry than they 
had expected, for a few strokes with the 
shovel revealed a gray-and-black-striped 
tail. ; 
Down went Ezry’s sure hand, and, quick- 
er than thought, a slim gray animal with 
bulging yellow eyes and grinning foamy 
fangs—with tongue out and all 4 sets 
of claws widely spread—shot up over the 
dyke toward Harm, who stumbling back- 
ward at the uncanny approach fell over the 
old hound and discharged both barrels of 
the gun almost in the faces of Ezry and 
Jack. These, heedless of the close shave, 
continued their fixed and astonished stare 
at the body they had exhumed. 
When the echoes and the smoke had: 
passed away, farmer Hayes was well across 
the field, but it was plainly to be seen even 
at that distance that his disappointment 
LIEUT. C. F. O'KEEFE. 

RECREATION. 
was giving him acute pains, for he would 
frequently stop and hold both his sides, 
as he threw back his head and bent beneath 
his anguish (?) 
The autumin sun was fondling the 
straggling locks on the brow of the Be- 
craft when the hunters, more learned than 
ever in the lore of wood craft, cast one ~ 
last malignant look at the still object in 
the grass and arose from the oppressive 
silence on the dyke and dragged their 
weary limbs homeward while impressive 
vespers for the future repose of the farm- 
ers soul made the old hound smile in the 
cynical way of an agnostic. 
= Come: cubs.) sad Miss" Coonte Come: 
cubs, Tom has served us a good turn to- 
day—the old stupid—and if he feels: strong 
enough, we will try to help him home.” 
And that is the reason why farmer Hayes 
marvelled the next morning on finding 
coon tracks in his kitchen garden. But it 
was a long time before he ceased to wonder 
as to what ailed his pet tiger cat, Thomas. 
ERE UMA. (FO KE blk 
Here is an excellent likeness of the 
brave young officer who has rendered 
such material aid to the army and to sci- 
ence as Official Photographer of the Phil- 
ippine war. As told in May h=£cREATION 
Lieutenant O’Keefe has had command of 
the photographic corps, and has done val- 
uable service in photographing the bat- 
tle-fields and the positions of the con- 
tending forces, before, during, and after 
each engagement. When not actually 
engaged in this work he has been fighting 
with his company. 
THE-WING ON THE BONNET. 
Just in front of my pew sits a maiden— 
A little brown wing on her hat, 
With its touches of tropical azure, 
And sheen of the sun upon that, 
Through the bloom-colored panes shines 
a glory | 
By which the vast shadows are stirred, 
But I pine for the spirit and splendor 
That painted the wing of the bird. 
The organ rolls down its great anthem; 
With the soul of a song it is blent; 
But for me, I am sick for the singing 
Of one little song that is spent. 
The voice of the curate is gentle, 
“No sparrows shall fall to the ground”; 
But the poor broken wing on the bonnet 
Is mocking the merciful sound. 
—Exchange. 

