Evening Star Newspaper, April 20, 1929, Page 23

| BEDTIME STORIE Sammy Jay's Thief. Let mot distrust with fear so blend As not to recognize a friend —Honker the Goose. Sammy Jay is full of mischief. Every one who knows him knows this. He likes to play jokes. When he is heard scream- ing “Thief, thief, thief!” there may be an enemy there or there may not. So Sammy's neighbors never know just what to think when they hear him screaming. But they always pay atten- tion. They never take a chance that it doesn’t mean anything. So it was that when Honker the Goose and his flock heard Sammy Jay scream- HE BEGAN TO THROW HANDFULS OF YELLOW CORN OUT INTO THE WATER. ing back in the Green Forest they im- mediately became very watchful. As Sammy drew near—for he was coming their way—they became very alert. When Szammy finally appeared and told Honker that a two-legged creature, by which he meant a man, was coming, Honker and his flock made ready to take to their great wings. You see, they thought at once that it must be a hunter with a terrible gun. Sammy wouldn't say whether it was or not. “I don’t want to go unless we must,” said Honker to his flock. “It will be well for us to rest here a day or two, provided we can find enough to eat. But it this is a hunter with a terrible gun, we shall have to take to our wings at once. So be ready to follow me.” ‘The flock had moved to the farther BY THORNTON W. BURGESS end of Paddy's pond. Presently they heard the snapping of a twig. A mo- ment later Honker’s keen eyes saw some one coming through the woods. He was all ready to give the word to fly, if it seemed necessary. The thing he looked for was a terrible gun. To his great surprise, there was no terrible gun, so Honker did not give the word to fly. Motionless he and his flock sat on the water watching. A moment later out stepped Farmer Brown's Boy. Yes, sir, it was Farmer Brown’s Boy that Sammy Jay had been making ali that fuss about. Sammy was chuckling to himself now, as he saw the look of relief on the face of Honker the Goose. Farmer Brown's Boy bore no terrible gun. Instead, he carried over his shoulder a bag. He looked down the pond at Honker and the other Geese and grinned. “I thought I'd find you over here,” said he. “It’s good to see you and to hear you. I suppose to most people there isn’t any music in the honk of a Goose, but to me in the Spring it is one of the sweetest sounds I ever hear. I suppose that is because it means some- thing. It means the end of Winter and the coming of Spring. It brings to me visions of far places. It means freedom and independence. Yes, sir, the sound of your voices means this, and more, You haven't anything to fear from me. s0 don’t get mervous.” He had noticed that the big birds were beginning to move about uneasily. ‘Then Farmer Brown’s Boy did some- thing that brought a gleam of delight into the eyes of Honker and his flock. What was it? Why, he began to throw handfuls of yellow corn out into the water. That was what he had brought in that bag across his shoulder. He had known those Geese would be hungry and he had known that there was none too much food in Paddy’s pond. That was why he had made the long trip there. As soon as he had scattered the corn he went back out of sight. But, though he was out of sight of the Geese, they were not out of his sight. He was hid- den where he could watch them. It was a long time before they moved. ‘Then Honker slowly swam ahead of the flock. Watchful, alert, suspicious, was Honker. When he reached the place where the corn had been thrown he sat perfectly still for so long that it seemed to Farmer Brown’s Boy he never would move. Finally he spoke to his flock in a low tone, and, then, such a plunging of long necks into the water as there was, and such a contented, happy gab- bling. The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyright, 1929.) 1. Highest. 7. Animated. 17. Attempt. 18. 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