Evening Star Newspaper, November 12, 1929, Page 39

ong the Folks in History.—By Gaar Williams ' | Mrs. Peter Holds Tongue. Little Mrs. Peter Rabbit had been very much upset. She was sure that something dreadful had happened (o Peter. She is always that way when Peter is gone longer than he should be | gone. But this time Peter had been away from the dear Old Briar-patch an unusual length of time. To make matters worse, it was in the' middle of the dreadful hunting season. Every once in a while she would hear in the distance the bang of a dreadful gun. She had heard one of these dreadful guns up in the Old Pasture. She was sure 52t Peter had been shot and killed. “RUN, RUN! OH, RUN, PETER!" SHE KEPT CRYING UNDER HER BREATH. “I know it was Peter,” she kept say- ing over and over to herself. “I just know it. I know I'll never see him again. Peter was so reckless! Oh, dear, {’e‘t‘:n‘t know what I shall do without el Perhaps you can imagin Mrs. Peter felt when very early two mornings later she peered out of the dear Old Briar-patch and caught sight of Peter coming across the Green Meadows from the direction of the Old Pasture and runntni.n were right at his heels. Her heart then leaped with joy. Then it almost stop- e how little | with him. Daily Cross-Word Puzzle . Over average height. . Twilight: rare, . Uninteresting. . Open snace. . Cook stove. . Trimming material. . Animal flesh. . Praise. . Unmatched: Scotch. . Guardians of the law. . Spectator. . Bmall hard-shelled fruits. . Possessive pronoun. . Cere. . Prong. . Twists. . Land measure. . To lay with fraf . Gastropod molusk. . Masculine nickname. ents: masonry. . Icy. . River in Arizona. . Mahometan prince. '/, Estimated the rank of. . Animal doctor: cell. . Purry animal. 52. Web-like membrane. 3. Worm. 54. Debatable. Location. ‘Whitefish of the Great Lakes. Roller on furniture. rass plot. . Northern forest of Siberia. . Garment worn by Hindu women. . Finished. . Small body of land. . Exclamation. it Reddy Fox | Pete - THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTO ped from fright as she saw the Hawk coming after Peter. “Run, run, oh, run, Peter!” she kept crying under her | breath, just as if Peter was not run- | ning as fast as ever he could. But the moment Peter was safe in- side the dear Old Briar-patch, little Mrs. Peter became indignant. Yes, sir, she became indignant. You never would have guessed it. She didn't even go to meet him. She stayed right where she was, at the end of the Old Briar- fintch, opposite to the one where Peter ad entered. Presently she heard Peter She knew just what that thump meant. It meant “Where are you, zzy?” Peter always calls little Mrs. Peter Fuzzy, for her name used to be Miss ytail. She didn't answer. Peter thumped again a little louder. She didn’t answer. Then she heard him thump a little nearer. She knew by the sound of that thump that Peter was getting anxious. “It serves him right!” thought little Mrs, Peter. “It will do him good to wotry a little. “Oh, Fugzy,” cried Peter, “I'm so glad to be home!” Little Mrs. Peter didn't say a word. She sat there tifly with her back toward him. “You—you don’t seem glad to see me,” Peter ventured. Then little Mrs. Peter spoke. She had turned to face Peter and she opened her mouth to say a great deal She intended to tell him just what she thought of him, and it was aplenty. “You ought to be ashamed,” she began, and right then she saw that hurt leg of Peter’s, the one that had been shot. thump softly. All little’ Mrs. Peter's anger melted away. "“Oh, Peter,” she cried, “you've been hurt! Is it dreadful? How did it happen? Let me see it. Who did it? When was it done?” Peter had to grin in spite of himself. “Just & minute, Fuzzy, just a minute. One question at a time.” By this time little Mrs. Peter had reached Peter and was rubbing noses . You would never have sup- posed that only a few minutes before she had been angry. Then Peter told her all about his adventures and how glad he was to be back safe in the dear Old Briar-patch. And little Mrs. r-didn’t even once say “I told you 80" (Copyright. 10290.) . Cautious. . Odd job. . Part of an egg: dial. . Down. . Press down. . Comb. form: pestaining to Mars. . True-hearted: poetic. . Language of ancient Rome. . Salutation. . Slack. . On the top of. . Anguish. . Weil matured. . Material for the bottom part of a room. . Be without. . 4.840 square yards. Rip. . Slashes. . Belonging to us. 5. Express contempt. Drink. . Pleasant odor. Small three-masted vessel. Glory. Ingenious. . Man's name. . Narrow strips of wood. | Flying to‘yaA Body of freeholders. Fine and dainty. Portion of a plant. . Conceded facts. . Intuitive. . Rubbish, . Literary composition. . A sudden stroke. . Melted rock. . Debtor. . Place for storing fodder. . Story. . Spoken. . Hazard. . 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