Evening Star Newspaper, September 5, 1936, Page 18

INSTALLMENT XXVIL HE county coroner arrived at Layland Cottage in a surpris- ingly short time. Accompanied by a sheriff’s deputy, he made & brief examination of the body on the beach and asked perfunctory ques- | tions of the Elledges, the only two | witnesses to the drowning. Deeds, the Rev. Mr. Beckham and Jere Kendall supplemented the record with their accounts. “I see no occasion for an inquest,” | the coroner decided. “Do you, Ed?” The deputy likewise was satisfied. Deeds volunteered a request at this | point. If the body might be moved, | it was Mrs. Lindsay’s wish that it be taken to a funeral parlor and be made ready for shipment home. Joan had relayed the message when she met Deeds on the rear porch. She explained that Mrs. Lindsay was bearing up under the shock as well as | could. be expected. Claire was very calm and taking charge of arrange- ments. | Didn't see anybody around front . . . the dining room and peeped cautiously into the kitchen. Mrs. Kendall was | not there, neither was Joan. Only | Salina. | “Hello, Mist’ Cune,” she greeted him in a subdued fashion. “Is it anythin’ I can get you-all?” “No .. . I guess not, thank you. thought maybe there was something I could do.” “Nobody but Mist' Jere et any brekfus . . . reckon you need some cawfee you own self.” “I would like a cup, Salina. thought of it before.” “Then you-all sits down at this table . . how erbout a cuta pie? | Got some.” “That would be wonderful.” Deeds | managed a creditable smile. “You| don't forget my failings, do you, Salina?™ “You-all sure like pie. So that po’ | Mist’ Gene... . . an’ now he's gone.” “Yes. Sudden, wasn't it?” “Dunno . . . mabbe not. Theah Hadn't As Deeds listened to Joan's imper- sonal account, he found himself pos- sessed of a bewildering feeling that the Lindsays were not the ones who had suffered the great loss in Gene's passing. He was Joan's husband and she was . . . a widow! He caught his breath at the strange- ness of that word. But it was true. He still was turning it over in his mind when Joan asked him to wait a moment and slipped into the kitchen. She was back almost at once, a fold- ed blanket in her arms. “Please,” was all she said. “T'll stay with him,” he promised. “Mac . . .” There was the first suggestion of tears in the brown eyes. “Yes, Joan. Anything that I can €o.’ A curious sense of loss enveloped Deeds as he trudged away on his er- rand. This tragedy: had changed everything once more, as far as Joan was concerned. It did not occur to him to remember that Gene's death might easily solve his own personal problem. Joan had her freedom now « . . but she never had wanted to pay such a price. It would not be very surprising if she considered herself | to blame in some measure. It would be less surprising if she reproached Deeds for his lack of action after Gene's early-morning appeal for help on his car , . . after he realized that something was seriously amiss with Gene. He would have to tell her all about it. No matter what. He was alone with Gene for a time, after the county officials had departed, thankful that the cottage was as isolated as it was. There were but few passers-by this hour of the day and Deeds got rid of them with as little ceremony as possible. It was thoughtful of Joan to remember the blanket. He didn't seem quite so conscious of Gene's presence. Queer how his mind kept revert- ing to that other time when he and Gaston had been alone, by the surf. Gene had wondered what the ocean thought of the “human bugs” that crawled about the shore. Here was one who had not been able to keep afloat on his chip. Had Gene found the ocean restful, after all . . . when the time came? No one would ever find out. Maybe he knew all about o« . everything. Now. Deeds was glad when Beckham came out to share his vigil, still more glad when the little clergyman sat down in the sand and showed no in- clination whatever to talk. It would was 2 man what was suttingly mahked | for goin’ out. If you'd seen him the way he used to be ... I knowed him | long time.” | “What do you mean . .. marked?” | Deeds wanted to know. Salina had | lowered her voice as she proffered | this last information. | “Couldn't tell you, Mist’ Cune. Show in his eyes, most. Not like the way he was las’ time he come with his po’ ma. No, sah!” The cook’s bulky form | swayed nearer as she added: “Some- thin’ like a han’t botherin’ that man |.".. an’ I reckon mabbe I know who | been at bottom all that, too.” | “Who was it, Salina? Anybody who lives here?” | “Lissen, Mist’ Cune. I likes you ... but Salina ain't a gettin’ herself in trouble with no person like that one! No, sah! Don't want them cold eyes | a lookin’ at my insides, I don't.” “You don't believe in that sort of | truck, Salina. It was too bad it had | to happen, but it was just an acci- | | dent. Nothing else.” “Mebbe,” Salina admitted. “I'll | | give you some mo’ cawfee. It's another | piece pie left .. ."” “No, thank you. coffee.” | As he sat with his coffee and a | | cigarette, Deeds found himself ponder- | ing over the colored woman's words. | silly, of course. But they just hap- pened to fit in with all the other un- | usual circumstances, He would very | much like to know whom the cook had in mind. Her description of the | “cold eyes” would fit but one person | |around here. That much was plain. He set down his cup at the sound of steps in the next room. It might be | Joan . . . or her mother. It proved to be Claire Lindsay. Deeds sprang to his feet. | “Oh...Claire! I've been wanting | | to have a word with you . . . but I| | hated to barge in on you and Mrs.! Lindsay. I wanted t0say .. i “I know, Deeds. You don't have | | to go through that with me. And I | know that you've tried to help . . . in a lot of ways. It's good of you.” | Her face was pale, but her blue eyes | quiet and tearless. “It’s the first time | | I've ever had to take command like | | this. Mother isn’t much good . . .| | but she’s doing better than I e pected.” | “Hard blow. You're doing pretty fine yourself. I'll bet you haven't| had anything to eat.” “I haven't. I would like 'a cup of | | coffee. May I have one, Salina” “Course, Mis' Claire. Mebbe you- all eat couple aigs?” Just a little more | as he was for her. be pretty easy for a preacher to staft | “Just coffee.” Claire's eyes fell upon moralizing at such a time, but this |the pie tin with its one remaining little guy seemed a regular sort. He | ‘“cut.” She mustered a slight smile. sat motionless, squinting at the water | “Still the slave, aren’t you?" she asked through his spectacles . . . until Deeds | Deeds. became restless. | “Guess I always will be. Here “Did you get the tough job of tell- | take my chair.” ing his folks?” he demanded presently. | Deeds stood looking down on Claire’s “Not exactly. I...confirmed mat- .‘golden heqd as she soberly stirred the | fers. Jere is very excitable in mo- |COffee Salina had poured. She was/ ments of stress. When I left just now, | !aKing the trouble in a mighty fine he was having a rather satisfying ar- ' WaV Gene was no blood relative, but | gument with the telephone repair | the tWo of them must have been | man” pretty close. Claire was harder hit “What about?” than she was letting on just now. “The fellow insisted that some one | She would be that way, before strang- | had been experimenting with the in- | &/S- And so would Joan. What would strument. It was not quite clear to | Claire think if she knew about that | me, but he was equally sure the ac- | Marriage? It would be pretty wonder- cident could not have happened un- |ful if that thing could merely fade @ided. Jere seemed to take it as a per- | into the past where it belonged with- sonal affront. I was very glad that | Out harming any one. my son has no mechanical bent . . .| There seemed but one reason why at the moment. Being the oniy child | it couldn't. If there was any ques- about the place, you know , . .” tion, it would be coming to a head Deeds was giving little heed to the | ShOrtly. ~Deeds was promising him- | matter of suspects affecting the min- | S¢f that, when Claire looked suddenly | ister’s family. If Gene's car had been | UP into his face. Salina had left put out of commission, was it by the | the kitchen. same person who tampered with the | “Deeds” the girl began in hurried telephone? He had wanted to make | Yo1eS, “I Was up to your door a mo- sure that Gene didn't get away . . .| ment ago. I thought maybe you were or call for help. It looked that way. |Pack here, when I didn't see you on Gaston's death must have fitted ex- | Uhe porch .. ." traordinarily well into that person’s| .5 there something I can do?” designs. 5 I don’t know . . . I have a message Too well? He contented himself |fOF you.” Claire glanced around cau- Wwith remarking, “It doesn't seem fair | tOUSIYy. “I'm afraid to give it to you . a break like that.” here ... it ... it's from Gene.” The last name was whispered. “You're speaking of this young |18t 2 man,” Beckham mused. “That is a ‘What!” Deeds stared in amaze- ment. “What is it . , . where is it? | natural reaction, of course. But there | | Hurry! It might be...” | are compensations . . . I'm afraid you “ will think I'm lapsing into a profes- T know. Deeds . . . please go up sional role. I didn't intend it that |0 Your room. And leave the door Tl follow. I must talk way. I have seen death meet young unlocked. G z men in such dreadful forms, you|{ YOU & minute where we won't be know . . . over in France, the Red | disturbed. There'’s something wrong Cross. Sunshine and clean water do |Dere ... I'm beginning to be afraid.”| not seem so revolting.” What has happened?” Deeds stared in surprise. 1 went into Gene's room to leok “But he's dead, for all that.” for something. I know that some- “Quite. But painlessly . . . or al- |04y Was there ahead of me. Every- most s0. Much more of a shock to | thing has been gone through!” those of us who are left to witness it. Perhaps our young friend was spared . . . a great deal. One never knows. The fates are kind, occasionally.” “I didn't suppose yosu would con- eede Fate.” (To Be Continued.) o Railway workers of Northern Ire- land ‘ll'e demanding restoration of de- ression cuts. 4 “Why not” As a general term ... e i - t serves well enough. The world will go on without our young friend here. MUTT AND JEFF. The same as it will go on without you and without me . . . and here come our men from town, to all ap- pearances.” The two stood without speaking until the newcomers departed with their burden. “Vale,” Edgar Beckham remarked #oftly. “Shall we go back to the cot- tage? One might be of some use there.” Deeds doubted it as he crossed the porch. It still was the forenoon, but the house looked oddly deserted . . . even the lobby was empty and the silence there oppressive. The min- ister slowly ascended the stair. He was going to his own quarters, no doubt. Everybody instinctively had done the same thing. Deeds probably ';l l::; only one of the household who not proffered his sympathy to Mrs. Lindsay and Claire . . . and he dreaded doing it. He also dreaded facing the solitude of his room just now; he would much rather be with Joan, even if there were nothing to say. Moved by a sudden impulse, he wfll*l through DAILY SHORT STOR! IMPOSSIBLE By Dick Robson.’ P ATRICIA stretched lan- guorous fingers to- ward the cigarette box while she studied the girl across from her on the window seat, knees prop-- ped up under her chin, smiling at nothing. Yes, she was impossible. Jim could never love any one so fragilely pretty. “Evelyn,” there was no trace of emotion in her voice. “Please don’t think me— well, inquisitive or catty—but just what do you think of my brother?” Blue eyes be- neath & mass of sunflower hair turned toward her. “I—really don't know. He's co sure of himself, and so—so indifferent. I don’t think he even notices me. I guess I like him though—an awful lot.” Patricla nodded. The girl need not say that she loved him. It was obvi- ous, just as Jim intended. He could not help but see how impossible she was to be the wife of a man like him— or could he? The girl would prob- ably scream if she saw a mouse, and gne would not know a surf rod from a piece of bass tackle. “Of course, Evelyn, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you—not after you were so nice to me at school and all when it seemed that even this place would have to go. But Jim—and your family, you know. A girl in your position is supposed to marry—well, | suitably.” ® ok ok X EVELYN did not answer. She stared out of the window where the lawns sloped to the lake shore watching Jim Blakely drag the skiff from the water. Swarthy as an In- dian, with twining muscles, he began unloading gear. As an afterthought he waved to them. “Isn’'t he grand?” Evelyn murmured. Patricia smiled a little. He was every inch a sportsman. Mexico and | tarpon fishing in the Winter, then a month or two at the old house until the big game season opened in the Rockies. When their fortune had crumbled to a mass of worthless | bonds it had made little difference to | station she whistled to herself. | Jim. His trips were less emmme,} that was all. Then came that fortnight at the lake. On the second day he had driven in a rented flivver from the station. Guns, rods, a few new tro- phies and a vague story about wait- ing for something to turn up, he was the same irresponsible Jim at 32 that he had been at 20. That was before he met Evelyn. But now his attention was obvious —and obviously forced. Why? Patricia wondered. Was it because the girl would mean financial security and a That was so unlike Jim. Or was it something else—herself? He could never seem to realize that she was room flat, with an occasional fort- night at the lake. Well— Evelyn was as impossible for him He must see it. where But men were such fools | women and money were concerned. * ox ox % SHE laid her hand on Evelyn's arm. “Shall we go down? Jim is in love with you, and you are in love with him, and you probably | will forget each other within a month.” | She wanted to laugh. It would be | Of course, Nature’s Yes, she was impossible. The cue any one. He would probably push the girl to shore with the end of a paddle. That would be Jim's way. Evelyn was peering into the skiff while he fumbled awkward- 1y at the lines. “Oh, Jim, what's this funny-looking hook—a gaff—and you're going to teach me to use it Patricia’s lips curled. Well, if Jim was not com- pletely a fool he would see how ab- surd the girl was. The canoe, Jim's quick, long strokes with the paddle and his short burst of laughter at nothing. “Hah. Can't underst how the two of you could sit around the shack all day. Pike are running now. Pretty good fish- ing from the boom. Hah." Patricia dragged her hand in the water. A little lurch a plunge and she was wading through the lily roots ta the shore. Evelyn screamed. She clutched at Jim's waist, tripping him, and to- gether they sprawled into the ooze. He came up dpitting and grinning. With a shove he propelled her to- ward the sohre. “Wade in. I've got some tackle in the boat. Probably lost half of it by now.” | PATRXGIA watched the girl's wide, round eyes and stringing hair. She would let Jim handle the situ- ation. Let him find blankets while he dried Evelyn's clothes before the fireplace. Let him listen to what & hero he was—or would it be a brute? It didn’t matter. The mail truck was leaving. She could flag it and ride | to the station, then walk baek. | By that time Jim would probably be ready to wring a soft, round neck. She called something about ordering supplies. On the long, dusty walk from the The mail driver had winked and grinned | a little at her drenched clothes, but | that did not matter. Jim would be furious. | The house was silent, no fresh coals |in the fireplace, nothing. He must | have left her to dry her own clothing. | Patricia pushed open the door of | Eevelyn's room. A soggy frock. That was all. She ran to her own room. A note was pinned to the pillow with a fishhook. | “Had to leave. Registered letter. | Superintendent’s berth in the nitrate | mines in Chile. Be back in a year * x ¥ % | return to the old gay days of plenty? | or s0. And about Evelyn—that canoe | stunt was pretty raw. You brought | her down here for me to meet and left the rest to me. Not that I blame - | content to work and to live in & two- | you for wanting a little money in the family. I tried to, but it was no | Patricia frowned a little at the | postseript. “Her family will raise the devil of a row and disinherit her. We will be married on the boat. Then to the | mines in Chile!” | Patricia reached for a cigarette. Of course, the girl was impossible, so they would get on wonderfully to- gether, (Copsrizht, 1938.) Children Hairy Beardtongue (Pentstemon hirsu BY LILLIAN COX ATHEY. ROM Maine to Ontario and Minnesota and south to Flor- ida, Alabama and Missouri there will be flowers of this lovely plant from May until July to greet the happy trailer who is seek- ing some or many of the outdoor folks | for closer observation. You must go to the fields, thickets and dry woods in order to find these violet or purplish children. Their scientific name, pente, means five and stemon means a stamen. This flower is interesting to students of botany because of its unusual struc- ture. The hairy beardtongue is the hand- somest of its family. And while its home has been in the East, there are many of the younger generation that have ventured from their home State and are traveling southward. There is a Western cousin that is showy, has received the favorable attention of gardeners and is being cultivated. Occasionally you will find both the Eastern and Western cousins escape from cultivated and well-ordered gar- dens. They have gone as far as they could, settled down and flourished, their children taking up the torch and marching on. Please watch the insect guest who calls upon the flower hostess. The blossom has a lip in the center half of the lower corolla. An insect caller must use this as a landing field and the pistil of the flower must of ne- cessity occupy & strategic position. Now look into the flower to seq what has happened to the fifth sta- men. It must not stand in the way of the important pistil, that is evi- tus). usual methods of getting out of its way by going from the upper to the under side of the blossom. As thieves have to be contended with among flowers, the fifth stamen also guards the door of the flower with its pres- ence, for in spite of the hairy lip of the flower, pilferers do make strenu- ous efforts to enter the portals to enjoy the nectar. ‘What you want to see is the visitors of the long-tongued tribe. The bees come to call. The long tongue shoots forth and into the throat of the blos- som. The head is pushed into the entrance doorway, up to the eyes. Mme. Hairy Beardtongue dusts her guest’s face with ripe pollen grains. You should see how well the powdering was done. Then the guest hastens off to another hostess. It should be ex- plained here that this interesting flower is & male (staminate) flower in its first stage and a female in the sec- ond. > The stem is from 1 to 3 feet high, straight and downy above. The leaves are oblong or lance shape among the upper ones on the stem, while the low- er ones’have narrowed themselves into short stems. There are several handsome cousins you will want to find. The one of the Southwest is known as the Cobea beardtongue. It has a pale purple blossom, with red lines for pathfinders for insect guests. The tall foxglove, with its showy white blossoms, tinged with rich purple, is the one that is to be seen in gar- dens, and is the happy runaway mem- ber that can be seen from Maine to Virginia, dent. 8o it has developed some un- (Copyright, 1936,) BENNY TO RETURN 10 AIR OCTOBER 4 William Hard’s Comments to Shift to Columbia—Green Talk Moved Up. snxma & l4-week vacation in- stead of the regular 13-week Summer lay off, Jack Benny has set Sunday, October 4, as the date for his return to the microphone. His weekly broadcast will be heard over the N. B. C. red network, . instead of the blue as before. Mary Livingstone and Kenny Baker will be in his supporting cast. No orchestra has yet been chosen. Johnny Green, who had the assign- ment last season, has been signed for the Pred Astaire series. WILU.A)‘ HARD'S commentatory broadcast, started about a month ago on N. B. C.s blue network by the Republican National Committee, will be shifted to Columbia, effective Monday night. The schedule calls for twd trans- missions a night, Mondays through {ridays, one for the East at 6 p.m. and a repeat for Chicago and the West at 10. S A direct result of their out- standing work on the Town Hall Tonight program on N. B. C., Col. Stoopnagle and Budd have won them- selves a program of their own. They will present a Fall and Winter series over the N. B. C. blue network, starting October 4. The droll comics, who have used “watch the sponsors go by” as their slogan for many months, will have to get another theme song. Only four days elapse between the con- clusion of the Town Hall Tonight assignment and the opening of their new series, A LAST minute shift in Columbia’s Labor day schedule will bring William Green, president of the American Faderation of Labor, be- fore the microphone tomorrow at 5:45 p.m. instead of Monday. He will discuss “The Aims and Ideals of Labor.” ANE PICKENS, long one of N. B. C.s singing stars, has just been signed as prima donna in the new Ziegfeld Follies, opening September 12 in New York's Winter Garden Theater. Last year the three Pickens sisters—Jane, Helen and Patti—sang and danced in “Thumbs Up,” but the | Saturday, September 5. WRC 950k Merry Go Round |Red River Valley Farm Concert Miniature 9 WMAL 630k | Skipper’s Radio Gang (Copyright, 1036) AFTERNOON PROGRAMS News—Music lnd‘ Home Hour Dance Music WOL 1,310k Bobby Worth's Songs Dukes of The Ukes Eastern Standard Time WISV 1,460k P.M. 12:00 12:15 12:30 12:45 News Bulletins Jack and Gil Buffalo Presents ‘Charles Stenross’ Orch. (Farm Harl Smith’s Orch. “ . Varieties ‘Week End Revue Whitney Ensemble The High Hatters Gale Page Hessberger’s Orch. and Home Hour “ Ann Gello, contralto This Rhythmic Age Afternoon Rhythms T 1:00 Al Roth's Orch. Labor News Review | Clyde Barrie ‘Sports Page Down by Hermans Tours in Tone Continentals Joan Middieman's Orch. Davey Rose’s Orch. and Escorts Blue Room Echoes “ (Kaltenmeyer’s Kinderg’t'n “ W Davey Rose’s Orch. Timothy Make Peace Sunday School Lesson Ruth and Ross Ann Leaf, organist Rainbow’s End Today’s Winners .- - Angelo Vitale's Band Charlie Barnet’s Orch. ‘Program from Brussels Chasin’ the Blues Sonia Essin (Bulletin Board |Jesse Noble 6:00 |“Red” Grange Heinile and Grenadiers Dance Hour Sport Parade Home Evening Star Flashes Tea Time Boll Coyle Tennis Championships Don Ferdis' Orch. Folio of Fac's Crawford - - EVENING PROGRAMS ‘Tony Wakeman Dinner Concert Editorial—News Reg Newton, Songs Cain Town Tennis Summary Melodies News—Rhythms Al Roth's Orch. Patti Chapin Arch McDonald Dinner Concert Fitzpatrick’s Orchestra |Jamboree El Chico Meredith Willson's Orch. Eventide Echoes News Spotlight Nordica Orchestra | Jamboree 'The Chateau Barn Chicago Opera Orch. | Treasure Chest /Rhythm Rhapsody | Dance Allen Summers, organist Knock Knock—Music™ Swing Session Columbia Workshop IR Bruna Castagna The Chateau Barn Springtime Jimm; “ “ Dnn::e Grand Opera y Lunceford’s Orch. Hit Parade “|News Riley [Russ News—Music Ink Spots Bill Strickland's Orch, Grand Opera and Farley = . Morgan’s Orch. |Gaities News—Music Artie Shaw’s Orch. Hal Kemp's Orch. Lou Bring’s Orch. Midnite Prolics - “ - Slumber Hour “Romeo and Juliet” Earl Moyer's Orch. Tt Brown's Varieties |Jan Garber’s Orch. News Bulletins Dick Stabile’s Orch. Sign Off Night Watchman (2 hrs) Serenade (2 hours) Sleepy Time (1 hour) | MAJOR FEATURES AND PROGRAM NOTES. Constance Bennett and Ian Hunter will present a“dramatic sketch as one of the features of the Chateau pro- gram on WRC at 8:30. Lillian Roth, singer of popular songs; Jerfy Lester, comedian, and Capt. Bert White, | Miss Avery will present a hilarious ’ | travesty on a scene from “Catherine | | the Great.” | The San Quentin jail break in : January, 1935, will be dramatized dur- | ing the Columbia Workshop on WJSV | at 7:30. The same script will be used | Follies engagement marks Jane's first | parachute jumper, will contribute to ‘ that featured the broadcast on Co- appearance as a solo star in a Broadway musical show. ALEXANDRIA RED CROSS - the broadcast. Gale Page, Col. Henry Hoople and Catherine Avery will be the guest artists during the Jamboree program on WRC at 7:30. Col. Hoople and | lumbia an hour and a half after | the break. | Ten artists, including Mark | | Warnow, Lee Wiley and eight mem- | bers of Cappy Barra's harmonica | |on WISV at 9. group will be presented as guest entertainers during the “Saturday Swing Session” on WISV at 7. “Did I Remember?” selected as the Nation's leading song hit for two weeks in succession, heads the ‘numbers to be played by Harry Salter’s Orchestra during the “Your Hit Parade and Sweepstakes” program “When I'm With You” is again second in popularity, followed by *“A Star Fell Out of Heaven.” ROLL CALL ADVANCED Drive Opens Sept. 27—Member- ship Quota Set at 1,800—Firste Aid Class Scheduled. By 2 Staff Correspondent of.The Star. ALEXANDRIA, Va., September 5.— The date for start of the annual| American Red Cross foll call here | has been advanced from late Fall to September 27 to prevent interference | with the Community Chest drive in November, officials of the Alexandria Red Cross Chapter announced today. The drive will continue to October | 17, with Alexandria’s membership quota having been set at 1,800. | It also was announced that a class in first-aid work will be started near October 1 by Capt. Le Dru P. Stroble of the fire department rescue squad. All persons over 17 years of age are eligible to enroll for the course. 1 FIRE DAMAGES HOUSES | Three Alexandria Homes on North | | Alfred Street Burn. Py 3. Staff Correspondent of The Star. ALEXANDRIA, Va., September 5.— Fire, believed to have been started in a trash basket, caused damage estimated at $2,000 to three frame houses at 300, 302 and 304 North | Alfred street yesterday afternoon. The blaze was confined to the roofs and rear of the houses, owned by Raymond Padgett, J. S. Sult and R. C. McBride. Firemen from No. 1 and No. 5 engine companies worked 40 minutes at the scene. The loss was | reported covered by insurance. Sonnysayings “Oh, if I had the wings ob a angel—" I bet I'd know if Muvver put 'at chocolick cake on the top shelf in the pantry! Rain or Shine, Jeff’s Mudder Must Win the Race 600D ON A DRY. TRACK! SHES A MUD HORSE AND ONLYWINSON A MUDDY TRACK! | Bedtimg Stories \ | The Happiest Folks. ‘ BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Blest be those who have the heart Once again to make a start —Old Mother Nature. N covery. It was such a.won- derful discovery that in her delight she squeaked right out. You know, Mice have squeaky voices. What was that wonderful discovery? Why, it was s big, rusty tin can lying on ANNY MEADOW MOUSE had just made a wonderful dis- | its side in the bushes along the edge | that it was as of the Green Meadows, and with the nicest little doorway in one end of it. It was the sight of that little door- way that had brought the squeak of delight from Nanny. Here was the most wonderful home that a Meadow Mouse could ask for. Nanny didn't once think that some one might be living in there. Now when Nanny squeaked it brought an answering squeak, and that answering squeak came from in- side that rusty old can. Nanny backed away a little and stared at that round opening. Yes, sir, she stared at that little round doorway. So there was some one living there, after all! Can’t you guess how great was Nanny's dis- appointment? Presently she saw a little gray face back in the shadows inside the doorway. As first she ! couldn't see it clearly. Then it was | thrust out of that doorway. For just a second Nanny couldn't believe her own eyes. No, sir, she couldn't. It was too good to be true. “Danny!” squeaked Nanny. “Nanny!” sqeaked Danny. He scrambled out. They touched noses. It was just then that Nanny remem bered something. She backed awa “Who is living in there with you?” she demanded. You see, she was sud- denly filled with jealousy. Danny blinked. “What do you mean?” he demanded in his funny, squeaky little voice. “I mean just what I said.” replied Nanny. “Who is living in there with you?"” “No one,” retorted Danny. “I'm living here all alone. I've been living here all alone ever since I escaped from Killy the Sparrow Hawk.” “What did you go away for? Why did you leave the place where we used to live?” demanded Nanny. Danny grinned. “I didn't go away,” said he. “I was carried away. I was caught by Killy the Sparrow Hawk.” Then Danny told Nanny all about his adventure—how he had been caught by. Killy and carried clear across the Green Meadows; how he had wiggled loose just in time and finally escaped by using one of the tunnels of Miner the Mole. Then he told her how he had found this wonderful little home and he invited her in. Probably there were other happy | folk on the Green Meadows and in | the Green Forest and up in the Old Pasture, but nowhere were there any | quite so happy as Danny and Nanny | Meadow Mouse. They knew they were | the happiest folks in the Green Mead- | ows. The fact is they felt sure they | were the happiest folks in all the Great World. Nanny at once took possession of that new home in the | old oil can. She agreed with Danny e a home as any | - CURRTE “DANNY!" SQUEAKED NANNY. | Mouse could desire. Right away she went to work. Yes, sir, Nanny went to work. Danny had a big mest in pulled it all to pieces and made a | new nest. Danny didn't say a word. He understood. He had had that thing bappen before. As soon as Nanny had that nest fixed to suit her she followed Danny | outside to be shown the private little paths he had cut through the grass. He showed her where the tenderest grass grew. He showed her every | little hiding place for some distance ! all around. And all the time Nanny | kept close to him. She just wouldn't let him out of her sight. She wasn't going to lose Danny again if she could help herself. So Danny and Nanny, with their wonderful new home, started all over again and in no part of the Green | Meadows was there more happiness | than in that rusty old tin can. (Copytieht, 1936, New Fall Named Edward. Discovery has been made by a sur- veying party on the Potaro River in British Guiana of a waterfall 840 feet high and 50 feet wide and it will be named Edward the Eighth Fall, while two other falls are to be named for George V and Edward VII. —By BUD FISHER. there, but it didn't suit Nanny. She i Irvin S. Cobb Says: Another Label Added to Spanish Omlette of Political Parties. BEVERLY HILLS, Calif., Septem- ber 5—Not content with coining 80 or 90 separate, different and confusing names for the opposing forces in Spain, the cor- respondents have deliberstely gone and thunk up a | plum bran’ new one — Extremists. Maybe, though, the point is well taken. The dis- patches would seem rather to in- dicate that quite a number of per- sons over there have lately shown a tendency to verge toward the extreme. And picking out the various parties mixed up in the French political mess —that's another tough job. Only to- | day I ran into this one—Left-Center« | ist. It sort of suggests Ty Cobb in his | palmy days, covering the outfield. But | —that couldn't be, because the French don’t go in for base ball. They pre- fer duelling, just as exciting and not nearly so dangerous. I must say it's discouraging, just when, by following the news from Paris, I'm beginning to get the reds unscrambled from the pale pinks, and the mauves from the heliotropes, and the holy rollers from the merry wid- | ows, to have this added complication | bust right in my face. Looks as though I'll have to start it all over again. | (Cepyright, 1936. by the No'th American | Newspaper Alliance. (ne.) 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