Evening Star Newspaper, February 13, 1929, Page 29

BEDTIME STORIE | The Perfect Home. talks 3 | e ViTaTeTRos Themt0 et o, —Danny Meadow use. Danny Meadow Mouse knew just where he was going. Nanny did not. But she didn’t care. Anywhere was good enough so long as it was far enough away from their old home. That was all she asked—to get far enough away from that old home. It wasn't as hard digging as you might think it would have been. “You see, down there close to the ground among the stems of the ®WE WILL STAY HERE ALL THE REST OF THE WINTER,” DE- CLARED NANNY HAPPILY. grasses, the snow was not packed. So Danny traveled along at a pretty good rate. When he got tired of digging he turned to Nanny. “Now you dig a ‘while,” said he. “But how shall I know in which di- Tection to go?” asked Nanny. Danny chuckled. “Haven't you found out yet that we are following one of my little paths?” he demanded. “If we were not we should have to stop to cut away & lot of grass as well as to dig away the snow. This is a little path I made long before the snow came.” “But where is it leading us to?” de- manded Nanny. “Yow’ll find out soon enough,” replied Danny. “It’s a place you know all THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ¢. WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 199 BY THORNTON W. BURGESS size than do Mice. So Danny and Nanny stopped often to nibble at the grass. You see, it really didn't matter to them how long it took them to get where they were going. There was plenty of grass everywhere, for they were on the Green Meadows. That meant_there was always something to eat. It also meant that at any time they could eut a little grass and make a bed and curl up. It was very warm and comfortable down there under the snow. They made themselves a bed and took a good, long rest. So it was that at last they reached it .at once. “Why,” she exclaimed, “this is the big haystack!” Danny chuckled. “Of course,” said he. “Can you think of any better place? We can dig our way under this big stack of hay and it will be as warm and comfortable as if it were Summertime. There isn't but one enemy who can get at us here, and he could get at us anywhere.” “You mean Shadow the Weasel,” said Nanny in a voice that trembled a little. “Of course,” replied Danny. “But we won't think about him. Now we’ll go to work and make a new home.” This suited Nanny and she wasted no time. She burrowed around in and under that haystack until she found just the place to suit her. Then she made a very comfortable nest and was all ready to set up housekeeping. It really was a very wonderful place for a Meadow Mouse home. Danny insisted that it couldn’t have been better and Danny probably was right. There was plenty to eat. There was not only the hay itself, but there were grass seeds of several kinds. No Meadow Mouse could possibly go hungry in such a place. Above all was the perfect safety of it. Reddy Fox or Old Man Coyote might dig down to the edge of the big haystack, but they couldn’t possibly dig under it fast enough to catch a Mouse. It was a perfect home. “We will stay here all the rest of the Winter,” declared Nanny happily. “We will have our next family of chil- dren right here. I don’t know why we didn’t come over here the first of the Winter. Now I'm glad that you did in- sist on taking such Tisks over where we did live. If you hadn’t done it we should still be there. That was a good home, but this is better.” Danny chuckled, but he didn’t say a Now, Mice are hungry folk. I don't know of any folk who eat more for their word. (Copyright, 1929 THE EVENING STORY Crowning Glory. UANNA DART walked jnto Miss Fuller’s little millinery shop with all the marked assurance of a woman who is out to buy a hat no matter whether she can afford it or not. Ruanna knew just jWwhat kind of hat she wanted—“wide in the brim, black, with grosgrain ribbon _en it.” So she told eager Miss Fuller. i For the next half hour Ruanna was ibusy trying on hats. The mirror was a panel affait which gave both sides as well as front view. Besides, Ruanna ihad a long-handed glass that further aided her in getting the effect. But ’uch time she put on a hat the resuit !was the same. Something was wrong. She became more and more disappoint- ed. Her cheeks flamed, her heart ded with emotion. Miss Fuller was jhaving quite as bad a time as her cus- .tomer. Half submerged in deep draw- ers she rummaged for still another hat Ithat might consent to cover Ruanna’s ‘head instead of perching ridiculousty mn the tiptop of her high-piled auburn “What's the matter with your hats, anyway, Jessie?"” demandedy Ruanna, :+Any one’would rthink there wasn'’t & female head than a pinhead in this whole town. , Little stingy crowns that you mm over your thumb!” ‘helplessly, iy “I'm afraid it's the hair, not the hat,” murmured. Ruanna flared. “Well, if you think I'm going to sacrifice my hair for any |hat that was ever made you're mis- ) She got up and marched out before last season. When Ruanna bought that hat it had already |“out” in the city—in fact, it was very {nearly impossible. And Ruanna knew |3t. But it fitted that mass of crowning =l:ry which was hers. It would have to Next when Mrs. Powell drove ,up in her blue coupe Ruanna walked ‘out of her front door wearing a flat- jcrowned, green antique with a wilted water-lily on the brim, instead of the modish cloche she had hoped to christen jon that. occasion. Mrs. Powell was |young, smartly dressed and outspoken. {She had known Ruanna a long time ( felt privileged as a popular bride to {say what she pleased to the quiet, elderly damsel whom fate had left to fade upon the parent stem. “My goodness, Ruanna! You can't wear that old horror to the city! Why, I telephoned Uncle John I was coming in to shop and he asked me to take ilunch with him. And I'm going to take you with me. You've never had a |chance to meet a really eligible man. i{And Uncle John is perfectly adorable.” All the way to town Mrs. Powell gave her attention to her driving and ignored {Ruanna. She was out of patience. In it's time for you to leave I'll come back here to the car and wait for you.” Mrs. Powell was plainly relieved. Ru- anna left her, walking away with all the dignity she could command. But her heart was heavy. She had missed a good time. . She didn’t know a single thing about this big, busy town or a single soul in it. And she had just enough money in her purse to buy her own modest lunch, and as she had intended, Mrs. Powell's. She decided to take a sandwich and a cup of coffee if she got too hungry and put her money into some little gifts for the home folks. She made her first mistake when she went into a small shop that looked as if it might have skeined yarn and seemed to contain only fancy articles when you got inside. The hat was her undoing. No wonder. It made her the most con- spicuous thing on the street. And she began - miserably to realize this fact. Everybody was ‘polite, but they stared. Even the Kkin little salesgirl who helped her to pick out a cheap record for Aunt Hat’s little phonograph seemed astonished by that drooping water-lily. Ruanna began to feel rather nénh:, been | of lifted he . “You're white as a . “Come with me.” placed her in “You need a good cup of coffee to brace you up,” he said. The coffee did wonders for Ruanna. Her color came back. She was able to talk a little and eat a bit of the food Dan ordered for her. Meanwhile gasoline engines, lived now. Ma was gone, and, honest, he hadn’t had a decent meal since. Ma was & dandy cook. Guess he'd never find like her. Well, he was all alone now—passed through Ruan- na’s town once in a while, but was too darned rushed to look up old acquaint- ances. Was glad to see her. Sorry she'd lost her hat. Hadn't she better get another? There was a millinery shop next door. He'd wait here for her. When she got back they'd go to a matinee. Ruanna’s blush was cruel. She had no a day when every woman shingled |g] imunm persisted in wearing her aubura !locks & yard long and thick as your |wrist. No wonder she couldn't find a jdecent hat to wear. She didn't know {that Ruanna wore her hair that way out jof sentiment. Dan Simmons had ad- |mired that wavy mass; in those days iv had constituted Ruanna’s chief beauty. |And, though she never expected to see !Dan’ again, she clung to what was the |prenlut memory of her whole life. When they had parked just off the ‘main street Ruanna said unexpectedly: . “It was awfully kind of you to call jme up yesterday and ask me to come | here with you today, Agnes, but I guess I won't bother you any further. I've got a few things to get for my folks, so l'.['ll just poke round by myself. When ; Abe Martin Says: P Pudbiyon L e It is estimated that the traffic across the new bridge over the Detroit River kin be speeded up to 989,000 quarts an hour. Somebuddy is allus knockin’ “the cof- fee,” but I can't recall that I ever heard complaint about tea. ., v ? Why, than $5 for a hat, even in war times. But when she got inside of Louise’s shop she found that even the simplest cloche was terribly expensive. 'And wouldn’t fit, at that. “You’ve got too much hair. Do you know what I'd do if I were you?” The pretty saleswoman used her softest, most. persuasive tone. “I'd step upstairs to Fredette's beauty shop and get a nice bob and finger wave. Then come back and buy this hat” She twirled the charming little hat on her finger. “You'll see he'll like it,” she smiled. Ruanna swallowed hard, once, twice. “May I use your telephone?” she She called Dan at the restaurant. Yes, he’d wait. Take her time. Ru- anna flew uj . An hour later Dan Simmons’ waiting ended. He had read the paper, looked at his watch, smoked two cigars and walked up and down the sidewalk, fuming with impatience and cursing himself for a fool. Why on earth had he promised to wait for that woman? He could have had her 10 years ago if he'd wanted her. Ruanna was -Enproumng. 80 changed that he didn’t know her just at first. Clever h-ed;m had fix Ruanna was late car, Mrs. Powell fretf minutes before ;h? arrived. “Good _gracious —you John took me to the swellest place. He had a lady with him, the swellest dame! He’s going to marry her. I was awfully glad you didn't go, Ruanna. She—she sort of made me feel uncomfortable, she was so arisi . Ruanna, you aren't listening to a word I'm saying!” Ruanna laughed apologetically. “I was wonderin | THE_ CHEERFUL CHERUD the place that Danny was heading for. | When they got there Nanny recognized | WHILE NOT w By PopP MOMAND Al Lays Down the Law. owes THE MSGINIS'S - BUT, MUTT, I AIN'T ‘EATEN FOR TWO DAYS AND IT DRIVES ME NVUTS T SIT HERE AND WATCH You ¢ T WANT HAM AND €GGS! JEFE, THIS TRIPE 1S DELICIOUS, BUT YOU CERTAINLY REALIZE THAT YOU CAN'T GAT IN PUBLIC. 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