Evening Star Newspaper, January 5, 1929, Page 20

BEDTIME STORIE Farmer Brown's Boy. B8y not a_thing ean never be: Btill stranger things you'll live to see. “old Mother Nature, Farmer Brown's boy kept an eye on Peter Rabbit, taking care not to make any sudden movements to alarm Peter. He was delighted to' have this visit in the barn, but how Peter got in there continued to puzzle him. You see, in such cold weather barn were kept closed. That is what made it all such a mystery. He was still thinking about this when his at- tention was called to a scurrying of feet. He turned just in time to see Peter disappear under the hay and y the Cat stop just out- BLACK PUSSY WAS HARD AFTER PETER. side. Black Pussy's y with excitement as long, black tail v eyes gleamed e crouched with itching back and forth. S exclaimed Farmer Brown's Boy. from? I thought I left you at the| house, Now you just get away from there. ‘That wasn't a rat. That was| Peter Rabbit, and I can't have you| scaring Peter.” Black Pussy didn't even so much as| Yok at Farmer Brown's Boy. He | finally had to go over and drive hor away. She ran up into the haymow | there she disappeared. | 1 shall have to keep an eye out| for Black Pussy,” though Farmer| Brown's Boy. on't think she would undertake to kill a full-grown Rabbit but. she might. 1 wouldn't have an: thing happen to Peter for the worl Farmer Brown's Boy tried to find Black Pussy and put her out of the barn, but finally had to give it up. He had a lot of work to do that morn- the doors of !hpl | never wor | cleared little Mrs. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS ing out there in the barn. There were two or three barrels of apples to be | picked over. He just couldn't waste| time. After a while he became so! absorbed in_his work that he forgot | | all_about Peter Rabbit and Black ! | Pussy. He forgot, all about them until | | the sound of scurrying feet caught his attention again. He looked up! just in time to see Black Pussy chas- | | ing Peter across the barn floor. This! time Peter didnt head for that hole | under the hay. Black Pussy had managed to steal down from the hay. |mow and get between Peter and the| hay. She was stealing up on Peter | a step at a time when Peter discovered | | her. Away he went. lipperty-lipperty- | | lip, across the barn floor. It was then | that Farmer Brown’s Boy looked &ip. Black Puss! s hard after Peter. Farmer 's Boy velled. It was | just as he yelled that Peter reached the little swinging door that ¢losed the hole that had been made for Black ! Pussy to go in and out. Without hesi- tating a second, Peter knocked open that little door and disappeared out- side. Black Pussy followed him.. Once outside, Peter no longer had any fear v he went, lip- aight for the Long Lane and out the snow-covered Lane, down the Long Green Meadows. straight for the dear Old T patch. Black Pussy didn’t fol- low him. She knew very well that she | had no chance once Peter had started to run M while Farmer Brown's Boy was g at that little door. “So that's it!" he exclaimed. “Peter must have | found that little door on the outside, | pushed it open and entered in that | way. I never should have thought of | that. That solves the mystery. But even now I do not understand how Peter happened to come in. It isn't like him to come into a strange place iike this. I wonder if he’ll come back again?” Peter had no adventure in getting back to the dear Old Briar-patch. He found little Mrs, Peter anxiously look- ing out across the snow-covered Green Meadows. “Oh, Peter,”, she cried, where have you been? I've been wor- ried nearly to death.” “Pooh!” exclaimed Peter. You should v about. me. You remember Reddy Fox told us about the things up at Farmer Brown's barn? Well, it was all true, T've had the most wonderful feast, my dear. You must go up there with me.” “I'll do nothing of the kind,” d Peter crossly. have a little sense, which is more than you have, Peter Rabbit. One of these days you'll take one too many chance and not come back.” (Copyright. 1929.) what good LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. After suppir ma sed to pop, Willyum, | did you ever meet anybody that in- sisted on telling you all the details of some dreem they had? I did indeed. along with my other troubbies, pop sed. ‘Well thats a way I feel about it, so of corse it was just my luck to run in- to Blantch Hipple today, and she’s always and forever telling about her dreems in the longest and most ani- | mated way as if she was the one that 4nvented dreems and nobody elts could have them. so of corse I had to hear about, her latest one, ma sed. Spare me the details, pop sed, and ma sed, O I couldent begin to remem- ber them if I tried, it seemed I was :n the dreem so thats how she got started off on the subjeck, it seemed she saw me riding down the side of a mountain in my nitegown, wat a picture, and it seemed she was flying a Kkite at the time, ony insted of a kite on the end of the string it was Lindberg floating up there with water wings on, and O, [ don't know, there was a lot about a big ice cave full of poleecemen in their sus- nders, and’ a fish with long thin legs at chased her all around saying Mamma like a tawking doll, and O, I dont know, it started to rain bred crums and it seemed she discovered her hus- band was a Chinaman that had had his eyes straightened, and goodness knows wat all. Thats plenty to give me a ruff ideer, thanks, pop sed, and ma sed, Of corse I dont blame peeple for thinking their | own dreems are intristing, but other peeples dreems, thats another horse of a diffrent color, now I had the weerd- | est dreem last nite, it was such a long thing it must of taken me all nite to dreem it, I think I can remember enuff to give you a sketchy ideer of it. Tomorow perhaps, I think Im late now, pop sed, and ma sed, Why, ware | you going? and pop sed, To the bowl- | ing alley, it closes at midnite and its 9 now. And he quick went. i T Sy - LT, S - © | The gangster, being shot to death, with divers bullets in his frame, in silence gasps his final breath, and won't disclose the killer's name. “He is in- deed a dead game sport,” perhaps the artless reader sighs, “he gives no clew to law or court, he simply clamps his Jjaw and dies. It may he is wildly wrong, in that no clew he kas bestowed; but still he shows his heart is strong, and he is loyal to his code. ' Perhaps he has no other trait that would to honest men appeal; but in one thing he’s truly great—he knows the truth but will not squeal.” We often read the grisly tales Abe Martin Says: “I guess ‘truth in advertisin’ don't include th' society page.” said Mrs. Joe Klitfle. last evenin’, as she laid th’ paper aside. Sausage With Cheese. Prick the sausages with a fork and place them in a pan and put in a mod- erate oven. When browned on one side turn the sausages and brown on the other side. While the sausages are bak- ing, toast a slice of bread for each serv- ice and place a very thin slice of Ameri- can cheese on each slice of toast. When the sausages are almost cooked, place the toast in the oven to melt the cheese. Remove the toast and sausages from the oven and serve the sausages on the cheese-toast. worship belng prone, we often praise their splendid nerve, although their crimes we don't condone, or from our moral precepts swerve. The dying gangster, full of pain, perhaps is think- ing, “I have chums who'll sce my mur- derer is slain before another Yuletide comes. I've trained with divers ruth- less bands, all sworn each other to de- fend, and I'll leave vengeance in their | hands, and know they'll get it in the {end. The mangy wolf who shot me down is marked for death by those | who slay; there is no corner in the | town where he can safely hide away. There is no place on sea or shore that's safe from the avenger's tread; my friends are thirsting for his gore, they will not rest until he's dead. Whereas, if I should tell the Jaw who made of me a bleeding wreck, he'd never feel the halter draw, or get a bullet in his neck. If he should simply loaf in jail while lawyers strove his life to save, such of dying men who will not tell who shot them full of rusty nails, and left them bleeding where they fell. To hero punishment would not avail, and I'd turn over in my grave.” ‘WALT MASON. l The Thrill That Comes Once in a Lifetime—By Webster I e THE WISE (RACKER, BALY A\ THE NAMETIES, ANNIRILATES A COUPLE OF YOKELS Wi ird ZHE LATE ST COoMc-BAC, st ool Sl o P M Ca v Yk Wi, W, THE CHEERFUL CHERVB Ive lots of theories on life . I wish that 1 could try them, But real never happen right And so | apply them. L MY o By BUD FISHER Yes, That's the Way It Is in the Moose Country. Looks Like a Bad Case. | w? 2 FJL KEN :!‘:ING Position Is Everything in Life! - Lonesome Nut. By GENE BYRNES Sherlock Holmes, Jr. C.A.VoiGHT GROUND KOG ERO ALOYSIUS P. MSGINIS, WE HAVE OUR. RAYING GUEST — HE'S UPSTAIRS ASLEEP NOW ! HE'S GPING TO PAY Me ¥ 25 .4 Week FOR HIS RooM AND MEALS! 1 WAY VERy LUCKY, — HE'S JUST THE KIND THAT WONT TBE ANY TROUBLE OR BOTHER - . L L ‘mJ"’" By ! 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