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pressed and better expressed in Mrs. Ridgway’s single sentence. 
“The reason is that she has lived what she professed. 
In living a beautiful life she has taught a beautiful lesson; ; taught 
many times before, but each revelation is as fresh as sunrise.’ 
She is now taking treatment at the Washington Sanitarium, 
fakoma bark, D.C. 
In her enforced temporary absence from home, her birds and 
everything that is dear to her, all miss her as sadly as she does 
them, and are impatiently waiting to give her the warmest of 
welcomes on her return. 
ROBERT RIDGWAY. 
The White Throats 
When shadows lengthen as the sun goes down, 
. From out my garden comes a soft sweet call; 
It is the white throats from a poplar tall, 
Patrician sparrows clothed in suits of brown, 
Like falling leaves they drop down from the sky 
To visit us. Their stay is a delight, 
And when they settle down to rest at night, 
We wonder whence they came and question why. 
They’re resting here, for they have journeyed long 
And still have far to go before they reach 
Their winter home. We wish that they might teach 
To us their softly whispered evensong. 
No birds that come with songs more sweet than they, 
And surely none more welcome while they stay. 
ORPHEUS MOYER SCHANTZ. 
