entertaining resort at Fairmount. City Councils have already endorsed
it, and devoted space for its location. There remains nothing but the
assistance of the moneyed and public-spirited men of Philadelphia to
accomplish the undertaking. The stock books of the society are now open
for subscriptions, and to prevent the loss of another year ground must
be broken in the coming spring. It is most desirable that upon June 1st
the society may be in a condition to throw open to the public the
nucleus of a collection. Once actually begun, public interest will be
aroused, and, the people convinced that there is a prospect of success,
it will not be permitted to fail. Certain it is that too much time has
already been wasted in such a needed improvement, and that the
Zoological Gardens of Philadelphia will be permanently established now
or never.

FOOTNOTES:

[A] Since this article was written the vacancies in the board of
managers have been filled by the election of Messrs. George W. Childs,
Anthony J. Drexel, Henry C. Gibson, J. Vaughan Merrick, Clarence H.
Clark and Theodore L. Harrison.

BERRYTOWN.

CHAPTER VI.

Mrs. Guinness up stairs in her closet gave thanks every day to Heaven
for the blessed result: down stairs she nagged and scolded Kitty from
morning until night. Peter supposed it was in order to maintain her
authority, but it appeared there were other reasons.

"The girl disappoints me, now that one looks at her as a woman," she
said to her husband at breakfast one day, while Kitty sat opposite
placidly eating a liberal supply of steak and cakes. She looked up
inquiringly. "Yes," vehemently, "at your age I could not have eaten a
meal a week after I was engaged. Whenever I heard your father's step I
was in a tremor from head to toe. You receive Mr. Muller as though you
had been married for years. Not a blush! As cool as any woman of the
world!"

"But I don't feel any tremor," helping her father to butter.

"It's immodest!"

Kitty blushed now, but whether from anger or shame no one could tell;
for she remained silent. She laid down her knife and fork the next
moment, however, and rose.

"What I fear is this," said her mother, raising her voice--"Mr. Muller's
disappointment. He looks for a womanly, loving wife--"

"And I'm not one?" Poor Kitty stood in the doorway swinging her
sun-bonnet. She was just then certainly not a morbid, despairing woman,
who had made a terrible mistake: nothing but a scared