information.

The nest of the destroying Peregrines, with its owners and their
young, is now to be seen in the American Museum of Natural
History of New York. The Museum authorities inform me that Pigeon
badges with the following numbers were found in the nest: 9970-S,
1696, U. 63, 77, J. F. 52, Ex. 705, 6-1894, C 20900.
Perhaps some Pigeon-lover may learn from these lines the fate of
one or other wonderful flier that has long been recorded "never
returned."


THE SLUM CAT

LIFE I

I

M-e-a-t! M-e-a-t!" came shrilling down Scrimper's Alley. Surely
the Pied Piper of Hamelin was there, for it seemed that all the
Cats in the neighborhood were running toward the sound, though
the Dogs, it must be confessed, looked
scornfully indifferent.

"Meat! Meat! "and louder; then the centre of attraction came in
view--a rough, dirty little man with a push-cart; while
straggling behind him were a score of Cats that joined in his cry
with a sound nearly the same as his own. Every fifty yards, that
is, as soon as a goodly throng of Cats was gathered, the
push-cart stopped. The man with the magic voice took out of the