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A TAME LYNX. 



Chicago, September 6, 1898. 

 "Editor Shields, 



" Friend of the game." 



Dear sir: I send you herewith a photo- 

 graph of my lynx which I hope you will be 

 able to use. 



I got this noble fellow last November, in 

 Northern Minnesota, at a homesteader's 

 •camp on Sturgeon lake, about 120 miles 

 Northwest of Duluth. I was on a hunting 

 trip for deer and moose, and bought him 

 from a trapper named James Wilson, who 

 caught him before he had his eyes open. 

 When I bought the cat he was about 9 

 months old, and now you will see he is 

 about 20 months old. He runs around my 

 office with the same freedom as a domestic 

 tabby. He is as affectionate as a dog. and 

 will come up to any one whom he knows, 

 rub his face against theirs and purr so loud 

 the sound is like that of a sewing machine. 

 A stranger's first impulse is to get out, but' in 

 a few minutes he wants to pet the cat and 

 soon learns to like him. 



Geo. W. Mathison. 



Most all our islands rise or sink, 

 Or somehow shift around, 



But if you want firm land, I think, 

 You'll find Long Island sound. 



WHAT SHE HEARD. 



She put her ear to the keyhole. 



By motherly instinct spurred. 

 She listened long and patiently. 



And these are the words she heard: — 



" Now, George, you dreadful creature, quit! 



Or I'll hit your ears a cuff! 

 You're mussing up my hair! Besides, 



Your beard is awfully rough ! " 



— Chicago Tribune. 



I WISH THEY WOULD COME MY WAY. 



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