. St. Nicholas [serial] . e Earls velvetmantle and plumed cap upon his person,and Louis himself went with him to hismothers. There was rejoicing that nightin the widows cottage. The childreneach had a present, and even Nebuchad-nezzar was not forgotten. But there was a statelier ceremony thenext day at the Earls castle, when Maxhad the honor of knighthood bestowedupon him, and was given jewels and a vel-vet mantle of his own. Mechie and her children all became theproteges of the Earl, who gave them a finelarge house and gold enough to enable thewidow to pass her last days in comfort. As for Ne
. St. Nicholas [serial] . e Earls velvetmantle and plumed cap upon his person,and Louis himself went with him to hismothers. There was rejoicing that nightin the widows cottage. The childreneach had a present, and even Nebuchad-nezzar was not forgotten. But there was a statelier ceremony thenext day at the Earls castle, when Maxhad the honor of knighthood bestowedupon him, and was given jewels and a vel-vet mantle of his own. Mechie and her children all became theproteges of the Earl, who gave them a finelarge house and gold enough to enable thewidow to pass her last days in comfort. As for Nebuchadnezzar, he grew lazierand fatter still, and loved the sunlightmore and more. But he did not now siton a hard wooden window-seat as for-merly. He had a cushion made of velvetand edged with gold lace, and wore acollar all of gold; for Max said that if it hadnot been for the faithful cat, they would noneof them have found their good fortune. WARBLER WAYS. With photographs by Herman T. Bohlman. By William Lovell URING thewarm days ofJune, when themystery of lifeseems sudden-ly unveiled ina miraculousmanner, I of-ten frequent awoody retreatabove the oldmill-dam onFulton water gur-^ \mML gles among thegray rocks and glides past a clump of firs andmaples. Star-flowers gleam from the darkerplaces of shade, white anemones are scatteredin the green of the grass-blades and ferns, andLinnean bells overhang the moss-covered one sits here in the midst of the woodsthe chords of every sense are stretched. Hiseye catches the cautious movements of furryand feathered creatures. His heart vibrateswith the rhythmic throbbing of the forest day, as I lay idling in this favorite haunt,a shadow caught in the net of sunbeams spreadunder the maple. A black-throated gray war-bler fidgeted on the limb above with a straw inher bill. This was pleasing. I had searchedthe locality for years, trying to find the homeof this shy bird, and here was a conclusivepiece
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