Evening Star Newspaper, November 8, 1929, Page 50

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50 ] Hi d.—By Williams ° | ow to Keep From Growing Ol It looked bad for Peter Rabbit. Yes, sir, it looked bad for Peter Rabbit. There he was with the use of only three legs in a little bramble tangle in the Old Pasture, with Reddy Fox crawling into it from one side to drive him out and Mrs. Reddy hiding where she could catch him when he did come out. Things couldn't have looked much worse for Peter Rabbit. You see, Peter knew nothing about Mrs. Reddy. Never in his life had Reddy Fox felt more sure of a thing than he did that within a very few minutes he and Mrs. IT WAS CERTAIN THAT NO RABBIT HAD BEEN ALONG THERE RE- CENTLY. Reddy would have a Rabbit dinner. The brambles tore his coat and scratched his face. He paid no heed. He kept right on pushing his way into that bramble tangle. Once he closed his eyes as he pushed his head through the bles. When he opened them again Peter Rabbit had disappeared. Reddy ed several times to make sure. But all the blinking in the world wouldn't make a Rabbit where no Rabbit was. Peter simply wasn't there. Reddy looked eagerly to see if Mrs. Reddy had caught Peter. There was no sign of Mrs. Reddy. He couldn't see Mrs. Reddy and he couldn’t see Peter, But one thing was certain and that was that Peter was not where he had been. Reddy looked around in the bramble tangle as best he could. He could see nearly all of it. There was the stump of a small tree with a lot of dead leaves BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. left the bramble tangle. Reddy began to hastily back out. He whined and whimpered several times as the bram- bles pricked him, As soon as he was once out, he ran swiftly around ta the other side. “Well,” said Mrs. Reddy, joining him from her hiding place, “where is Peter Rabbit?” “That’'s for you to tell!” snapped Reddy. "Do you mean to tell me inat ls.’uuu ,!ec him get out without catching im?” “He hasn't come out,” retorted Mrs. Reddy. “At least, if he did get out of there, he got out on your side and not on mine.” “He certainly didn't get out on my side,” declared Reddy. ‘'He must have jumped out when you were not look- g. 1 should have thought you would have kept your eyes open when you knew that he was likely to jump out any minute.” “I did keep my eyes open!" snapped Mrs. Reddy. “I tell you he didn’t come out on my side! From where I was hiding I couldn't see into the brambl> tangle where he was, but I could see every bit of this side of the tangle, and Peter Rabbit didn't come out. He must have dodged around you and got out on your side.” “Nothing of the sort!” replied Reddy, beginning to lose his temper. “I gave you the easiest part of the task and I think that the least you could have done was to have been ready for him. Look at me! All scratched and torn! Well, there is one thing certain, and that is that Peter Rabbit couldn’t have gone far in the condition he was in. ‘We'll probably find him in another one of these bramble tangles.” “If you're so sure that he got out on my side, just find his scent!” snapped Mrs. Reddy. ‘“He couldn’t have come out and left no scent.” “I will!” barked Reddy. And putting his nose to the ground he straightway began to sniff down the cowpath past the bramble tangle. He found no fresh scent of Peter Rabbit. He went over the ground two or three times. It was certain that no Rabbit had been along there recently. There was a puzzled ex- pression on Reddy’s face as he looked u?m“ Mrs. Reddy, who sat grinning a: him. Then without & word Reddy made a complete circle of that bramble tangle with his nose to the ground Nowhere did he cross the trail of Peter Rabbit. Peter had simply disappeared and Reddy and Mrs. Reddy looked at each other with such crestfallen ex- around it, but he could see both sides of that little stump. Peter must have . Bird related to the pelican. 7. Rate. . Excite, . Literary character who uses words 6 inappropriately. . Tennis stroke. . Unhappy. . Male descendants. . European river. . Fur cape worn by monks. . Emit, . Foot-like part. . Wolf hound. . Peruse. . Procure. A é{iemc meawdre of capacity. n, . Missile weapon used by the Gauchos. . Geometric term. . Point of the compass, . Equine quadruped. . Record of a transaction. . Provided food. . Japanese aborigine. . Thou; French. . Nickel; chemistry. symbol. . Walk leisurely. . W. 8. Gilbert’s early pen name. . Number of connected apartments. . Watch pockets. . Seal with wax. . Girl's name. . Insect. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S PUZZLE. pressions on their faces as was laugh- able to see. . Biblical dragon. . Marriage proclamation. . Sloth. . Island in the Hudson River. Salt. THE EVENING STAR, GRAY What of It? In the Dawn'’s Early Light. FREEMAN His Piping Form Is . Festive, . Fragrant. . Italian aviator, . Greek letter. . One of an ascetic party of Jews. . Beverage. . Printer's measure. . Girls’ college. . Audibly. . Narrow walk. . Favorable circumstance. Measure of area, . City in Kansas, . Lyric poems. . Most dreadful. . Automobile, . Withered. . More pallid, . Rent, . Watering place. 2. Flying mammal. . Parent. . Hack driver; coll. . Lubricates. . One; French. Botri o family, dried . Berries of a pepper family, and l‘-nlud in smoking. esh, . Become extinct. . Ancient capital of Ireland. . Business. . City in Illinois, % port. Valuable furs. . Truth, as personified in Spenser's “Faerie Queen.” . Inherent. Genus of animals including the dog. . Roster. . Appear. A dessert. Nickname of a President. By SLHUNTLEY Pa’s All Wet. . Nickname of a presidential u.nd.l-l date. 67. 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