Evening Star Newspaper, March 30, 1935, Page 11

Bedtime Stories Reddy Settles the Quarrel, BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. When common danger is the threat e forget All petty quarrels R Ctimok) OHNNY CHUCK and the stranger Chuck, who had taken possession of Johnny’s burrow while he was away, had fought until they were pretty well tired out. They had rolled and tumbled about until thcy were sume distance from the burrow. Now they had been so occupied with each other that there had been no thought of any one else. Every- thing but what they were doing was completely forgotten. To forget dan- ger is something that none of the little people ever can afford to do, for Just when they forget, it is the very time it is most likely to appear. Reddy Fox from a distance had seen them rolling over and over, but *IF I DON'T HAVE A CHUCK DINNER THIS TIME MY NAME ISN'T REDDY FOX,” MUTTERED HE. couldn't make out what it was he saw. So out of curiosity he headed that way to find out. As he drew nearer he saw that it was two Chucks, and right that instant his interest became more than that of curiosity. He instantly became alert. He stood up on his hind feet for a better look. Then he dropped down with a grin on his sharp face and, crouching as close to the ground as he could, he headed for the two fighters. He moved swiftly, did Reddy Fox, now and then stopping for a moment to raise his head for a quick look. He soon saw the Chucks were some dis- tance from the burrow, and this made him chuckle. He knew that burrow was the only safe retreat they had and he at once changed his ap- proach so as to get between it and Nature’s them. He chuckled again as he saw that they pald no attention whatever to him. This meant that they hadn't seen him. “If I don’t have a Chuck dinner this time my name isn't Reddy Fox,” muttered he. Finally he reached the burrow. Now he no longer cared if they saw him. He stood looking at them and grin- ning, trying to decide which one he would Lave for dinner. He decided on the stranger. “That fellow is big and strong, but he is younger,” thought he, “Being younger he should be more tender. Johnny is tough. Anyway, he is old enough to be. I'll take the other and leave Johnny for another time.” So Reddy moved forward to watch for a chance to spring on that unsus- pecting Chuck. At the moment they were so entangled that if he should jump there was no certainty as to which one he would land on. Pres- ently they broke apart and the in- stant they did so Johnny saw him and barked a warning. The other Chuck instantly faced Reddy with lips drawn back, snarling and ready to fight. Reddy hesitated. He knew that before he succeeded in killing that Chuck he would have a fight that would be a fight. It wasn't going to be so easy to get that dinner as he had thought it would be. But Reddy wasn't afraid. Oh, my, no. He is always ready to fight for a good din- ner if he has to, and that Chuck, even if he was thin, would make a good dinner at this time of the year when it was so difficult to get food. He was just looking for a good chance to spring. And then Reddy received a surprise, | & most unpleasant surprise. Johnny Chuck suddenly moved over beside the other Chuck. He might have run for the entrance to his burrow. In- stead he moved over beside the one with whom he had been fighting. He, too, had his teeth drawn back and was snarling. Reddy drew back. This was more than he had bargained for. He was ready and willing to fight one Chuck, but two Chucks, both big ones, was another matter. He tried to separate them by danc- ing around them, hoping to get in back of them, but it was of no use. They turned as he turned and always the two faced him. You might have thought that those two Chucks, who only a few minutes before had been fighting so furiously, were the closest of friends. Apparently they had for- gotten all about their quarrel. And Reddy didn’t dare attack the two. He had stopped their fight, but with no gain to himself. Children White Fronted Goose Anser Albifrons Gambeli. BY LILLIAN COX ATHEY. (ODAY we find these beautiful birds in great numbers on the Pacific slope, and they are common in the Mississippi Valley. They are rarely seen on the Atlantic Coast, but at one time were very abundant in the Chesa- peake country. Today they are the bird of the Far West, and if too many of them are slaughtered they will be as unknown as they are now to the Atlantic Coast. Their breeding haunts are close to the Arctic coast from Northeast Si- beria east to Northeastern MacKenzie and south to Lower Yukon Valley. Here they build their nests on the | ground, close to the water, of grasses lined with down. There are from six to seven dull, greenish yellow eggs, with indistinct darker tints on the larger end. At Port Barrow the eggs are laid about June 19. ‘The youngsters resemble their par- ents but have no white at the base of their bills or black marks on their breasts. They are active and alert, and as soon as their downy coats are dry will slide into water fearlessly, if given the order to do so, when foes are near. In the Winter they seek Western United States, east to the Mississippi Valley. They love the open waters that are close to grain fields. When you see them tipping up, with tails pointing skyward, they are probing for a special eel-grass and gravel. The flesh of this bird is delicious, ‘They are true vegetarians. Their food consists of grain, seeds, berries — T, SO, D6ITIES REV. R. P. SCHEARRER TO CONTINUE SERIES “Matthew the Business Man” Will be Topic at Takoma Park Presbyterian Church. Rev. R. Paul Schearrer, pastor of the Takoma Park Presbyterian Church, will preach at 11 am. to- morrow on “Toward an Understand- ing of Jesus” and at 8 pm. on “Matthew, the Business Man.” The evening sermon will be the seventh in a series of studies on “The Twelve Apostles,” being given on the first Bunday evening of each month. Mrs. J. Frank Rice, soprano, ;I;! u!ngb; corresponding solo, “Matthew,” ‘Ward Stephens. - George O. Kephart and Allen F. Stuart will lead the young people’s group meetings tomorrow evening. Winn T. Simmons will lead the dis- cussion in the Brotherhood Bible class. The pastor will meet his com- municants’ class at 10 o’clock. The session will meet Monday evening at the home of Dr. William A. Hooker, 19 Pine avenue. The Ta- koma Park Chapter of the American Red Cross will meet at the church for sewing and surgical dressings Wed- nesday morning, instead of Thursday, their usual meeting time. The annual meetings of the church and congregation will be held Thurs- day evening. A dinner will precede the meetings. * 'The seventh annual banquet of the senior C. E. Soclety will be held at the church Saturday. A feature of the program will be the installation of the new officers for the next yeg and tender bits of leaves or buds. Sometimes these birds are spoken of as laughing goose, speckled belly or gray brant. As they fly overhead you can hear the long, clanging cackle of “wah, wah, wah, wah,” repeated rapidly, and having great broadcast- ing powers. As you see them high in the sky they seem to be moving with little effort and very slowly. This is not the fact, however. The geese often go to 1,000 feet and at this height appear to be moving slowly. As a matter of fact, they are swift fiyers. They form a long file when flying, but as they come closer to the earth they gather en masse, finally settling gently upon the water. After landing they break up to go about the business of seeking food, most of the time doing a lot of talk- ing about it. At daybreak they seem to have a little ceremony of getting started, and again in the afternoon when they sally forth for their dinner. They always take the time to do stunts and then go ashore. ‘White-fronted geese are large birds and meagure from 27 to 30 inches in length. The forehead and the region which borders the base of the bill is snowy white. The upper part and foreneck are grayish brown, slightly margined with a lighter shade of brown. Underneath is pure white. The edge of the bill is black. You may have heard that this beautiful bird is handsome but dumb. This is not true, as.the bird has | shown itself to be very clever when approached, and has proven very capable of outwitting an enemy. (Copyright, 1935.) Who Arfiou? The Romance of Your Name. BY RUBY HASKINS ELLIS. 'THIS eminent suname was first represented in America by Fran- cis Daniel Pastorius, noted founder of Germantown, Pa., the first per- manent German colony in this country. He was born in Sommer- hausen, Pranconia, soon after the close of the Thirty Years War. Francis Daniel Pastorius repre- sented one of the most distinguished of German families. He was one of the most intellectual men of his time, a leader in thought and in action, and was one of the foremost phia in August, 1683, several weeks ahead of the main body of pioneers. Soon after their arrival, at the request of Pastorius, William Penn granted 6,000 acres of land on -the east side of the River Schuylkill for the settlement of the Crefelders and other German and Dutch colonists. It was on that tract of land that Pastorius laid out the first German township, and it was there that the settlement of Germantown (Copyright, 1035.) THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1935. TARZAN AND THE LION MAN, While the flames ate their way steadily toward the still bodies of Tarzan and the man monster, the crazed gorillas at the stairway fought and tore at one another, jamming themselves: in the entrance until it was clogged. Now fire roared up the stair- well. They were trapped! city below. CHAPTER XLIV. DEATH RACE. 114 HE friar and Rubriz—Mateo Rubriz! By God, I won't be- lieve my eyes!” one guard was saying, jerking up his rifle uncertainly. “Be still, you fooll See, they are arm in arm with Juan-Silva!” And, risking one glance behind him, Montana swung the leaders at the same time toward the archway that opened from the patio to the valley road, and as he did so he saw the serv- ant who had been holding the heads of the leaders standing agape with great eyes of horror. That man had seen too much. In another moment his voice might be- gin to speak words that would bring all the men of the household lurching in pursuit—but, ah, to be through the shadow of that arch and into the road! He controlled the leaders to a mere prancing walk, nevertheless, as they went under the black of the shadow. “Good day, senor!” sang out a guard, saluting. There was no answer. There never would be any answer. team forward, and as they took the bend of the road toward the lower valley he heard Rubriz cry out, exult- of them!” “Look again!” called the Kid, “but don’t crane your neck. And keep Juan-Silva straight in his place.” “The barelegged mozo has run out into the road,” said Rubriz. “He's pointing after us. The two guards are out there with him. Put the whip on the horses! Make them gallop—for our lives, Montana!" “No: they may be only suspecting. They’ll hardly be knowing—not yet!” said the Kid. “Is there an alarm sig- nal in the valley?” Still at a brisk trot, he drove the team toward the lower mouth of the Valley of the Dead. And he heard Rubriz make answer: “Three shots—a time between each one. That’s the alarm.” “‘Steady, steady!” answered the Kid, never turning his head. “There’s the guard at the mouth of the valley. Do you think we can ride them down, Mateo? Keep the dead body straight. Look to the face of it. Don't let the mouth sag. You hear?” The Kid saw the lean, naked arm of the captain of the guard rise in a | signal—the other horsemen instantly spread to each side of the road. Then, high-pealing, he heard the challenge: “Halt, there!” ‘The Kid stood up in his place. “You goat-faced, chicken-legged baboon!” he shouted, keeping the horses at the full trot, “Are you stop- ping the senor himself?” The gray-head jerked himself high in his stirrups under the impact of those insults, but the name of the “senor” had the effect of checking and bewildering him. But here the captain shouted lougly: “Rubriz—the friar—take aim, every one. Halt, El Keed! Halt or we shoot the horses first and you second.” saw the two friends seated dauntlessly erect and—between them, the frail body of Juan-Silva. That nodding head, and the now partly opened mouth of the dead man—might they not seem like life if no pause were made? “Do you hear him? Do you hear the drunken fool?” “It is Rubriz! By the Mother of Heaven, it is Rubriz! Where are you taking him?” “Where Juan-Silva wants him to be. El.:i that and choke on it!” cried the “On your own head!” yelled the captain. “Fire.” And then, his voice pitched as high 85 a scream, almost, he cried out that counted command. “Hold your fire! Hold your fire! My God! my brain’s turning—but—the senor—" And jerking his cantering horse to & halt, he saluted with all dignity while the carriage sped past him, and Instantly was out of view around the next bend of the pass. And at the very instant of passing the teeth of danger, it seemed to the Kid that they had accomplished noth- ing—that all remained to be done. He heard three gunshots, then. It was the alarm, and now the Valley of the Dead would do its best to recover its lost ones. ‘There was no more trotting, now. Rubriz and the friar pitched the body of Juan-Silva from the carriage. And the Kid, the horses to a run- ning gallop, felt the carriage leaping and bucking behind him. “The guard is through the gate of the valley,” shouted Rubriz. “They are riding hard, but they're far away. And the damned Indians have rough ground to cover before they’ll ever get down to us. Can we cut the horses out of the harness and ride away like uutz Now, amingo, while there’s still time!” “Pascual can hardly ride a mule. Do you think he could keep his place bare- back on one of these white devils?” ‘The Kid looked back and saw the friar in the act of leaping from the carriage which his weight incum- bered. ‘But Rubriz grappled with’the big man and dragged him back. “Stay with us, Pascual!” cried the Kid. “If you leave us, we have to stop and fight for you. Pray for us, Pascual!” The friar was too simple to see through this device, and dropping in- stantly on his knees, since he needed the grip of one hand to keep himself from jounced out of the car- riage, he raised the other in what might be called half of the gesture of supplication, exclaiming in his tre- mendous voice: “Almighty Father, breathe the breath of lightness into the bodies of these good horses. Give them strength and give them courage. At a smart clipping trot he sent the | antly: “There’s nothing! We're clear | The Kid looked wildly back, and he | “Senor Juan-Silva!” cried the Kid. | worthy of their breeding and their price, naw, racing with equal strides, their ears flattened. It would not be an easy race, no matter who won. But now the wrenching, tugging, un- eqt!ml weight of the carriage began to tell. | As it swerved through the ruts, over | the shelving surface of that half-made |road, more than once it threw a | wheeler out of stride. And the reins {and the whip of the Kid were busy | constantly picking up this horse and | steadying that. | He drove well, though that was not | his special art. But when he looked | back he saw that the men of the valley were gaining, undoubtedly, and still faster the Indians, who rushed on a | dozen ponies over the higher ground | on the left were pulling up. Already they were almost abreast. A little more and they would be able to shoot down from the hillside and cut off the retreat. It was the eye of Rubriz that saw the promise of help, and the voice of Rubriz that shouted like 10 trumpets. “Do you see, Montana? It is your red mare—it is my black horse—and that is Rosita Santos. Rosita, divine, | beautiful, blessed! I strike the lips that spat at you. I beat my head in the dust before you. Child—angel— glorious Rosita, for your sake I love, I cherish, I worship all women!” It was she, beyond all doubt, looking small as a boy, and riding like a trained jockey as she shot on her own fine mustang out of a gap between |the hills and headed for them with the red mare and the black stallion sweeping along beside her. Blind men could have known what her purpose was, and the Indians and the men of the valley were far from blind. The &hin, distant sounds of their yelling blew like small horns into the ear of Montana. Here were three horses, to be sure. But four were needed. Well, as for the mule of the friar, it could never have kept pace. And one of the white horses of the team had to be used. ‘Who could do it? Not the girl. And red Sally could be ridden, as yet, by none save himself. And then that problem was solved by Mateo Rubriz. He swung onto the driver’s seat. He leaped far out from it, landed on the | back of the near wheeler, spilled al- | most off from it, and then righted him- | self and rode erect. He waved his hand | behind him, laughed up like a happy | child at the Kid. | “It is I, Rubriz!” he shouted. *“I | have him! It is my part. Only the i black will carry the bones of Pascual. When you stop for Rosita—God bless her!—help me only one instant to cut this fellow loose.” The girl was nearing them, now. Rosita sings a song, tomortow. Christian Endeavor Robert M. Lyon, chairman of the Program Committee for the D. C. Christian Endeavor convention to be held at National City Christian Church May 2, 3 and 4, announces the following discussion classes and | leaders have been added to the pro- gram: Christian Endeavor and mis- sions, Glenn Wagner, assistant super- intendent of the Gospel Mission; Christian Endeavor around the world, Dr. Vere W. Abbey, general secretary of C. E. in India, Burma and Ceylon; the planning of a year's program, Rev. J. R. Mills, minister of religious edu- | cation at National City Christian Church; the life of Christ, Rev. George Schnabel, pastor of Albright Memorial Evangelical Church; pag- eantry and drama in C. E, Helen Douglas Schuyler, leader in this field at Fifteen Street Christian Church, and recreational program for your soclety, under the direction of El- dridge Jones, union recreational chairman. Eckington Presbyterian seniors and Rhode Island Avenue M P. interme- diates are the first societies to register 100 per cent, thereby gaining one of the awards. Other awards will be made for the society gaining the highest percentage of its quota, indi- vidual gaining the greatest number of registrations, for the best poster and the most original song. Around the unfon for tomérrow evening’s meetings: Sherwood Pres- byterian seniors will celebrate the twenty-third anniversary of their or- ganization with a home-coming rally. Merritt L. Smith, president of the Christian Endeavor Fellowship, and Rev. Walter Wolf, one of the life re- cruits, will take prominent parts. Covenent-First will -hold an installa- tion service at 7 pm. At United Brethren Dr. Chan, head of one of the Chinese universities, will speak on “The Future of China.” Mrs. B. J. Brooks of the Woman's Auxiliary will talk on “Planning the Good Life” at Central Presbyterian. The Wal- lace Memorial groups will conclude thelr study of “Seed Corn” at 6:15. At Albright Memorial Kenneth Mc- Laughlin will act as prosecutor at the trial of 8 member for non-attend- ance. Dr. Evans, assistant pastor of New York Avenue Presbyterian Church, will ask his senior society the question, “Why go to church?” and show them the answer. Mrs. E. W. Murray, hospital worker of the Wash- ington Federation of Churches, will speak at Luther Place Memorial Church. ‘The following societies have elected officers: New York Avenue Presby- terian seniors—President, Esther Matta; vice president, Watson Owens; secretary, Lois Swartout; treasurer, H. Evans, corresponding secretary, Doro- thy Collins. The intermediates of this church have elected as president Jean Grey; vice persident, Billy Rie- del; secretary, Peggy Taylor; treas- urer, Neal Herndon. Wallace Memo- rial intermediates have elected Mar- garet Bittinger president,” Eleanor In- ‘Thomas With all exits cut off the gorillas, shrieking madly, hurled themselves over the parapet. Flames billowed up through the narrow shafts of the towers, trans- forming them into giant torches, illuminating the face of the cliff and shedding weird lights on the A-11 —By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS Fire and smoke leaped high into the night. The hungry flames gnawed through a great beam and a section of the roof tumbled into the fiery furnace creature sat up and looked at the flames licking below. Closer and closer the wild blaze clawed to- and leaping around them, dancing the dance of ward the two inert bodies, Suddenly one of them death. “We are lost.” it said in a daze, “Every stirred. It was Tarzan. avenue of escape is cut off!” He leaped to his feet. He saw the body of the gorilla god. He saw it move. It saw Tarzan. Then the How HATE turned the tables on a misguided copper . . . . “Mara,” barked the new precinct captain, “Purnell is sick tonight. Youw’ll go out with Regan on radio detail.” ‘ The coppers all gasped. For more than ten years now, John Mara and Tim Regan had hated each other. Good coppers, both; but also good haters. This night, however, Hate was to play a bitter joke on Tim Regan. And, if he had known it, he might not have swelled up with anticipation when the monotone of the car’s radio squawked: “Calling Car Six-Seven! Calling CarSix-Seven! Man Just shot at the corner of Grace and Walnut. Looks like a hold-up. Car Six-Seven proceed at once!”. .. , ( OCTAVUS ROY COHEN, master of the short story, gives an unusual twist to this police yarn—a fast-moving tale that holds your interest and gives you a pleasant gasp of surpris¢ at its climax. Cohen, you know, has the reputation of putting his best into every story he writes—and this is one of his best. Read it Sunday in our new Colorgravure magazine. THIS WEEK OUR NEW %qu MAGAZINE The §nndgy Star -