New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 16, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phase of " Revelations of a Wife he Reason Madge “Tidied” Her Father’s Room. | At my father’s unexpected offer to : mail the letter to which I had in- . advertently referred, I flashed a quick, helplessly appealing glance at Dicky’s quick wits. He put his hand e¥plain tne embarrassing tarradid- dlé which he had told my father? ‘He had. said that the letter of which I had spoken with such oculp- able carelessness was one to an in- surante agent in Marvin. And we were both guiltily conscious that the - address was that of a woman in Hempstead, the cousin of Linda . Shellford, who was the outside link in . Grace Draper’s precarious com- funication with (the world outside the circle to which espionage re- stricted her. “That my father should not suspect our icommunication with Grace Draper was vital to the success of our plan to have her pose for the Pennington illustrations. I knew that if he had the slightest inkling of our scheme he would thwart it instantly. And -with that certainty came a little pang of fear as if the 1 going away of this dewoted protector . Was an omen. But I nééd not have feared for i Pickyls quick wits. He put his hand . in the breast of his coat, at the same { time speaking gratefully to my father. : “Thanks, Dad,” he said. “‘That's awfully good of you.” His hand as it came from his pocket was filled wiith enveloped, mostly torn open, but I knew that among them was the letter I had written so short a e ago. Dicky shuffled them, king them over at first’ assuredly, then npatientiy, “What thé. deuce ' he muttered, then, thrust the letters back into the pocket from which he had taken them, began to search through his ofher pockéts. At last he looked up. pegistering - such natural embarrass- ment that I paid ental tribute to Bis histrionic ability. “A Narrow Squeak.”. “You've certainly got to hang the bejls: en-me,” he said ruefully. “I was sure I.had that thing with me. But I haven’t. Oh, well! I can get it off on ‘the evening ‘train. There's the whistle, Dad. Shall I get your ticket 2" “I already have transportation,” my father replied quietly. The words were: commonplace enough, and vet, wHen' the train had arrived and de- -pafted for the-city, with my father's hahdsome old ‘profile ‘outlined against “one of the windows;, -I"began to speéculate ‘dpon ‘the possidilities con- tained behind the simple senfience. Had my father been expecting this summons? Had' he prepared for it, even' to the packing of his bag, so that when the wire of which he had Unless otherwive noted, these bureaus of the theater or af AT THE LYCEUM It you are married ‘you will want to see it. If you are not married you wiil still want to see it—for the same rea- son that every fisherrhah believes there it betier fish on the other side of the steam. No one is ever’ to old to “promise to love, honor and ohey—nor is anyone to old to promise. This pic- ture is appearing the first half of this week in order to give every ome @ charice to see. The vaudeville pro- gram consists of the following vaude- ville acts: The Bohemina trio; The Monkeys, ' a very peasing act; The Homer Sisters, two little girls; Leon and Smith, two clever boys who give a goodiconception of the New York stafe Johnnies; “As You Like it,” a pretty little sketch of a song and dance revue and Long and Dixe. The last of this week the Lyceum theater | LYCEUM THEATER —~ow PEAYING— Jeanettes 'Monkeys Bobemian Trio Homer Sisters Leonard & Smythe Billy Andrews e KENNETH HARLA m “LOVE, HONOR. AND OBEY” PALACE NOW PLAYING Keith Vaudeville With Max Ford and Mille. Vicvtorine Co. classy song and dance Revue Bryant & Stewart “Just a Couple of Nuts.” in a CRONIN & HART | EUGENE & FINEY Constance Talmadge +and Kenneth Harlan ‘in “Mamma’s Affatrs.” spoken arrived he ouly had to get the first train to the city?” “Whew ! That .was a narrow squeak !"” Dicky’s relieved voice in- terrupted my speculation. “z thought sure the old boy had us fo- a minute. Of course, he couldn't have suspected the truth, but he'd have known we were stalling on some account or other if he'd ever lamped this envelope. Let’s tind out where the post office is in this burg and we'll get rid of the thing.” I slowed up the car and he called the inquiry to a passing farmer. “Cap’n Jonah’s Fortune” By JAMES Copyright, 1919, by CHAPTER I Pearl. Washy Gallup, who was general handy man along the Shell road, came wheeling a barrow past Liphal Truitt'’s and the Mariner's chapel from the direction of Cardhaven proper and the docks. On the bar. row was an iron-strapped sea-chest, The man jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction opposite to the one we were going, and I swung “Ticer farm the car around, proceeded on the with the sight of the rustic office. I had a sudden impulse to snatch Grace Draper. But I asked 1dly. or our smile. I must go first to that farm- road he had indicated, and in an- A Search. it into shreds instead of per- mitting way crushed the impulse, silenuly drove away from the post office with a haunting little premonition of evil to come. own?” house where father and you are left He other two minutes was rewarded the letter from Dicky's fingers and tear it to go on its unchecked to and “Where to now, old dear?” Dicky “Neither,” I returned, foroing a stopping, and see that he has nothing cluttering his room. gave it up, you know. “Yes,” Dicky drawled, “and I sup- pose that if he left a pin or a scrap of paper on the floor your con- scientious soul won't rest until it has been removed and the reputation of your family for perfect order res- izued from smirching.” I laughed and laid my hand on his with a light caress, for I knew that beneath’ his gibe lay a touch of re- sentment for this very tendency of mine to revel in orderliness. Dicky, though fastidious to a fault, is the most disorderly person imaginable, and I waste more time picking up his belongings than I can well spare. “You ought to be thankful it isn’t you this time,” I.said Mghtly, and we talked of other things until we turned into the yard of the farm- house where my father had roomed. I searched the room thoroughly, hardly acknowledging to myself that T hoped to find some clue to his sudden journey. There was no fire- place, so he could riot have burned the telegram, and in his waste basket were only a few fnnocuous envelopes. He must have put the pieces of the telegram in his pocket, for I knew his scrupulous habit of destroying all professional communi- catione. And then, on the stairs outside the door, 1 found two tiny scraps of yellow paper. notices are writton by the press tiractions with which they deal presents the sensation in vaudeville “The Broadway Echos.” FINE VAUDEVILLE AT PALACE An excellent vaudeville bill is now playing the Palace featured by four Keith headliners. The feature act is Max Ford, formerly of the famous four dancing Fords, assisted by Mlle. Victorine and Co,, in a classy song and dance revue. Another act that is going very good is the comedy offering of Bryant and Steward a pair of real comedians with plenty of good comedy and songs that are a scream. This is the best comedy act that has appeared in this city in some time. Other acts include Cronin and Hart in an up to date singing and piano offerin and Eugene and Finney in a sensational bar offering, whoee equal has never been presented here before. Feature photoplay offers Constance Talmadgs, supported by Kenneth Harlan in her latest picture, “Mamma’s Affairs,” a comedy drama that all are bound ‘o like. CAPITOL—HARTFORD “The Devil,” of Georfge Arliss, as presented at the Capitol these firat three days of the week, is not the Mephistophelian ‘devils_of the horns ana spiked tail. His particular devil is a polished well-bred gentleman who, n the guise of a friend, finds in love mighty weapon with which to de- stroy the goodness of human beings who are trying to do what the world calls right. . ; Bayone Whipple and Walter Huston, with a company of ten clever artists, festively dance and sing in “Time,' vaudeville’s remarkable miniature re. vue, a fun riot of sparkling comedy. Syncopated melody and jazz with in- terpolated comedy lines furnish enter- tainment galore when “Blackface’ Eddie Rose takes the stage with his banjo. Jack Gregory and his company can do any kind of eccentric and aovelty stunt asked for in their hoop olling. Howard and Norwood put fun | into their songs and meody into their conversations, and James and Etta Mitchell, acrobats put & 16t of comedy into their act. mirror will reveal to you after usingGouraud’sOriental Cream {_c the first time. of a bright blue color and with tarred rope handles. “Wal, cap'n, we're nigh to your anchorage,” Washy declared, setting down the barrow to spit on-his hands. “Yes, yes! I reckernize the channel buoys. That's Orrin Petty’s place on our weather bow, ain't it?” The speaker, who closely followed Washy and the barrow would have attracted attention anywhere. He was a solidly bujlt man without being at all pursy. He had wind-bitten cheeks and a flame in his black eyes that belied his age. Although he walked with a cane and his hair and beard were gray, there was & brisk air about the man that at the very start seemed to reduce his actual age by halt a be, cap'n,” observed Washy finally, turning into the lane that led to the house already iden- tifled. There-was & pleasant side yard into which the lane led—grassy, with trees bordering it and a clothes-dry- ing green in the middle. There was a girl taking clothes from the lines in this ward and it was upon her the visiter's gase became fixed. “Where's your Uncle Orrin, Pear- ly?” asked Washy, dropped the handles of the wheelbartow once more: “He isn't my uncle!” said the girl with emphasis. * my mother’s step-brother's cousin-by-marriage, Or- rin Petty is. And if I had any livin' relative in the world to go to, I'd leave here just as fast as I could travel, Washy Gallup—so there!” The situation was too much for Washy. ““This here’s Cap'n Jonah Hand, Mis Petty's uncle,” he said. ‘“‘He's com to visit a spell. Come up on the two-master from Chatham.” “You come right in, sir,” said Pearl, recovering from her surprise and her natural Caps hospitality as- serting itself. “You give him a hand with his chist, Wash: She tripped up the steps in vance and threw open the door the guest room with a flourish. Cap'n Jonah quickly made his toilet and found his way down to the kitchen. Pearl was coming in with the Neaped clothes basket. “How old be you, gal?” asked the captain. “Goin’ on eighteen. Miz Petty makes out I'm not seventéen yet. But I remember how old. I was when I came hers, and I know she can’t keep me after I'm eighteen, if I don’t want to stay.” “I take it you're not happy long o’ Sarah Petty?” "Do you reckon anybody’d be happy with Mis Petty?” “Hum!” commented the captain. There 4id not seem much else to say. Yet, he ventured: “So you'd like to get away from Sarah?” “I'd have gone to the Cardhaven Inn to work this season,” sald Pearl briskly, ‘“only Mis Petty said I couldn’t. She claims me till I'm eighteen. “What's your name, Pearly?” asked. ‘Tain’t Petty, 1 warrant.” ,“No, sir. My name’s Pearl Holden, Orrin Petty put in & claim for me after my maw's sister—Aunt Becy— died, and the selectmen let him have me. Bein' parceled out like you be- longed to a Mtter of puppies isn't as pleasant as you might think it.” He sat down at one enfl of the deal Pearl had spread a snowy napkin. Then heé drew from his pocket a battered silver box, the lid of which he snapped open. But the box was just as empty as he knew it to be. “I say, Pearly,” he said hopefully, “aidn’t 1 hear you speak of some store 'round here?” “Cap’'n Abe’s; ves, sir.” replied the sirl. “Right down the road-there.” He set his glaged Pat carefully upon his head, got his cane, and stepped threugh the kitcheén doorway into the evening sunlight. Willy Peeb! auto Dbrought the Petty family home from the Paul- mouth depot. The mentolk were rather glum. Or- rin bocause of the heavy expense of the day; Tom for a secret trouble that bore upen his soul. But Sarah Petty was as spry and spiteful as usual. ‘What I want to know first of all, Pearl Holden, is why them blinds is open?” she Jemandéd bustling into the house. 1 4idn’t know he did that,” “said Pearl composedly. “Whe d'you rnean—‘he’?” Then she almost screamed as sho saw the empty plates and the coftee pot. “Who you been feedin’, Pearl Holden? At my expense, too, and jest as soon as my Back's turned.” . “Your Uncle Jonah. Hand,” said Pearl lucidly. “He's come to stop s spell. Brought chést. Him and Washy Gallup teok it up to the best chamber,” “FThern two tramps a-trackin’ up the front stairs and that best room?” shrieked Mrs. Petty. “Where would you have me put your uncle? In the woodshed?” asked Pearl, with much more courage than usual. “Who's this is your uncle?” de- manded Orrin Petty, coming heavily into the ‘kit¢hen. “Jonah Hsand. You've heard of him enough, Orrin Petty,” said his wite rather breathlessly. He writ me last year he though of givin’ up fel- lerin’ the se¢a and comin’ here to Cardhaven to settle down.” “Goshaminghty!” never thought the old teol would ad- of he Cap'n Jonak take me up,” said Sarah Petty vicious- “But I wrote him he’d be wel- come.” dn “You did? Was you orasy?” de- manded Orrin, his pale eyes sudden- 1y firing. i |smile upon her A. COOPER Cape Cod Folks and Their Adventures. George Scully & Co.) —_— “Bustides,” added Sarah Petty with hesitation, “Uncle Jonah Hand might make some trouble for us, Orrin. 1 dunno. Where is he, Pearl?”’ “He just stepped down to Cap'm Abe's store.” . ele -Cap'n Jonah Hand strode down the Shell road and came to the wid porched store, over the steps of which Was nailed tho weather-beaten sign: A A. SILT, General Merchandise. Betore the visitor mounted the steps he saw that a full quorum of the Loungers’ club held sway around Cap'n Abe's stove. The few decrepit armchairs, as well as several boxes, an overturned nail keg or two, and even an upended chopping block were occupied by an audience that listenad with more or less impa- tience to a booming voice that dom- inated them in spite of themselves. “There's the Betsy Brown was, hove to and with a sea-anchor to lee’ard, kickin’ up didoes like— “Af'noon, sir! What can I do for you?” The booming voice ' changed in- stanyly to the brisk challenge of the merchant. The loiterers who made way for the newcomer gazed at him with or less curiouity. The storek r hustled -away for the snuff for which Cap'n Jonah asked. Cap'n Jonah opened the packet and poured the Cap'n Jogah asked. Cap'n Jonah snuff into his silver box. “You's Cap’'n Jonah Hand, ain’t you?” obeerved the storekeeper with quite as' much cordiality as curiosity. “Wasny Gallup was speakin’ ' of you Jest now. You're stoppin’ up at Or- rin Potty's? Cap'n Jonah acknowledged these facts. The bewhiskered storekeeper waved an introductory hand. “T'd like to make you acquainted. Cap'n Hand, with Cap'n Joab Beech- er, once master of the clipper-built Ivanho The crippled Cap'n Joab arose with the help of his cane to give the newcomer a hearty hand- shake. “And here’'s Mr. 'Liphalet Truitt, as sailed steward many a v'y'ge in_the Blue Rall line o’ windjammers. 'Lip- halet's settled down here on the Shell road, too. You old salts 'l ind much in common to talk about, I ain’t & doubt. “These other fellers, Cap’'n Hand,” the storekeeper went on to say, “air Milt Baker an’ Amiel Perdue, an'— Scuse me, Mr. Helmford!” He in- dicated a tall young man wearin shell-iimmed spectacles who stoo back against a showcase, ‘taking in the scene with quiet enjoyment. He was not of longshore origin, it was evident; vet he did not hold himself apart from the group around Cap'n Abe’s stove. / “M:. Helmford,” pursued Cap'n Abe, “is skipper of the fish hatchery the United States government's lo- cated up Salt Creek. We old hard- shells sort of admire Mr. Helmford ‘cause we've found out he knows more about fish than even we do; and, we calc’lated before he come that we knowed aplenty. “Well, uncle! exclaimed Sarah Petty, meeting the old man at the door with outstretched and a sharp sharper face. “You air a stranger! You come clean across the world to see us.” ‘Wall, I was in the China trade last,” admitted Cap'n Jonah; ‘so naturally I had to come a fur ways to get to Cardhaven.” He had entered the kitchen and released Sarah’s hand to Orrin’s. “Wal, Orrin, I sce the Haven's much as it looked aforetime, when I was here. I liked the look of it then. 2 “Do you calc’late on stayin’ quite a spell?” queried the anxious Mr. Petty. “I'm a'goin’ to settle down. Yes, sir! I got enough sea-goin’. The rheumatiz has got a grip on me any- way. 1 was took with Cardhaven when I saw it years ago—when this teller was a baby,” and he jerked a tore-finger, as hard as a spike, into the soft muscles covering the sur- prised Tom's ribs. “Huh ejaculated Tom. you doin’?" “Now, Tom, now take “What came the admonitory voice of his other. Then she hastened to sa: ull right up, Unele Jonah. Sit down and eat.” “Sarah’s gharp voice punctured the silence following the usual introduc- tory small talk. ’ “l1 presume you'vé got saved up/ after all these years your b6ard and keep, uncle? was the forehandedest of all Hands, I guess. “Oh,” said the captain dryly. “I can pay my way for quite a spell yet, betore I half to look up lodgin’s at the poor farm. And that brings up a leetle mattor we might's well dis- cuss right now at the start, Niece Sarah. “O’ course,” thé old man went on placidly, “you air my only livin’ rel- ative, Sarah. If I should drag my anchor tonight you'd stand to get iech prop’ty as I might die possessed of.” “Well, now, uncle!” his niece again ejaculated as though the subject of money was quite a painful one. P aplenty for You the The captain did not go direetly to bed. ¥He sat by his window, of which he had opened wide the blinds, much to his niece’s rage and disgust. He heard Pearl's voice on the porch below his window. The incense of burning tobacco ross to his nostrils, and then Tom Petty said: ‘Well, you needn’t blame me, Pear- ly. 1 didn’t keep you from going along of us to that blamed cattle show. You didn’t miss much. There wasn't nothin’ there but silly gals, an’ silly cows an’ such, and—and cheat- in’ plays. “What do you mean? ot plays?” “well! I made a tarnal fool of myself, Pearly, and I dunno hew I'm ‘What kind I TO THE SPHINX WE OWE THE NEWEST TURBAN By Marian Hale New York, Aug. 16.—Back to the Pyramids is a long, long way to go for fashion’s hints. We've had about every influence known to history, from the Rendis- DAILY FASHION SERVICE, sance to the classical, but the Egyp- tian is quite new in millinery. Yet here it is—direct from Paris! The Sphinx turban is the most di tinctive idea in evidence at the rcta milliners’ fall show. It is made of antique hatter’s plush which has Osiris like “wings” in the back. Across the front is draped Chan- tilly lace. A great Chantilly lace well in true sphinx-like folds on each side ot the face. The influénce on jewelry has been felt in Egypt down through the cen- turies, ever since Cleopatra took to appetizers of dissolved pearls. Egyptian evening headdress has been quite the mode—but a day-time turban fashioned like the immutable silent sphinx of Egypt, is something quite novel. goin’ to square myselt about it,” he said iesperately. “What did you do, Tom?” the asked with more interest. = “Well, there was a feller in an al- ley there, ’twixt two buildings, and he'd got a crowd in front of him. He had a little foldin’ table, and on it he had three little tin cups and a Pea. He made some passes with his hands and said some hocus-pocus over *hem three cups and the pea, and then he dared any feller to say under which of the cups the pea was. “‘Course I tried it. I won two dol- lars, and then I won three. Why, I could rpot where he hid that pea just as e-easy! There was a dozen or more of us bettin’. That pea-and-cup fel- ler had a slather of money> So I went with +the rest. I bet twenty- five dollars—all I'd won and all I had.” “Oh, Tommy Petty!” “Now, don’t you begin,” cried Tom hoarsely. “I warnt the only fool. The feller bet us two to one. I knowed Just where the pea went, and I bet on the right one.” 3 ‘Then you didn’t lose, Tom?" “I didn’t lose honest,” growled the young fellow. 'That feller with the Pea and tin cups had been foolin’ us all along. He got a heap of money piled up in front of him—a stack big enough to choke a cow! And then he just whipped all three of the cups off the table and the pea wasn't under airy one of ’em! / “Another feller just then saw the constable comin’ and he yelled: ‘Cheese it! We'll all get arrested and he beat it down the alley with the pea-and-cup man, who grabbed all the money and the cups and the fold- in’ table and stuffed the whole b'ilin’ into a suitcase he had ready.” “Tom!" gasped tha girl. “You lost all your money?” I § “Hoh! That wouldn't figger to much,” said the young fellow hoarse- ly. ‘But I did: more th: that. I lost all the money I had.” “My goodness, Tom! The Ladies’ Aid money for the chapel lamp? Pearl emitted in horrified staccato. Captain Jonah Hand. certainly was learning what his grand-nephew was. “Oh said Pearl with a sudden change to her tone.- “Do you want to bofrow the money to pay back the Ladies Ai4?" “That’s what I've got to do, Pear- 1y. - By hokey!” ejaculated the young man. “I've a mind’to strike the old codger for a loan.” “Who do you mean?” Pearl. “This Uncle Jonah of Marm's.” “You're not going to Cap’'n Hand to borrow money, Tom Petty!” ejacu- lated the girl. ‘You got no call to. It isn't decent—and he just come here.” “Well,” whined Tom, “I dunno what to do then.” You'll borrow it of me,” said\Pearl decisively. ‘You know I've got \.mnst twenty dollars saved up—what 'with picking cranberries last fall and sell- ing blueberries to the hotel this sum- mer I'll get it and give it to you be- fore breakfast time, but you've got to work and pay it back 'fore Christ- mas.” Cap’'n Jonah heard the screen door click and the light tap of Pearl's heels upon the kitchen floor. The girl was coming up to bed. He had a mind for a moment to call the girl into his room and talk to her “like a Dutch uncle,” as he expressed -it. dem\nnded (Continued in Tomorrow's Herald) SLEEPING PEACEFULLY. Vienna, Aug. 16.—The famous “latehkey law” has been passed and Vienna concierges now may go to bed and stay there without having to let in late homecomers. As the size of the average front door key in this country prohibits carrying it in pock ots, they are being made of aluminum and fold on 'a pivot. WIVES WHO FAIL SHE CAN’T BE PLEASED BY RUTH AGNES ABELING “‘If you only had brought me some- thing else!”” she wailed. And he stood there dumbly, the folds of the frivolous silken thing slipping from his fingers. He'd been extravagant, perhaps fool- ish, but it had looked c=o pretty in the shop window and somehow he had wanted her to have it, so he’d gone in and, endured the torture of staading there between fat women gabbling about the virtues of various corsets and reducers until finally the precious package was safc in his hands. How he had rushed home with it! Heo oxpected her to love it, just as he had and then— “It. you'd only brought me scme- thing elge!’’ she sald. He decided then never to buy her anything more to wear. So the next time he brought somc- thing for her—it was Valentino's day ~—he took her a cut-glass vase and some roges to put With a sort of boy- ish eagerness Ye arranged the flowers on the table and walted for her to come downstairs, She looked at the smelled the flowers. He Loped for at least one littie word vase ‘and* she® | | MRS. GREEN’S MISTAKE. Old dog Spot never moved from the place where he was lying, in#ront of the kitchen table. Although Miss Kitty Cat had told him angrily that he thought she was going to enjoy a luncheon on the leg of mutton that was on the kitchen table, he didn’t lose his temper. “You rascall” Mrs Green sxclaimed “Pardon me!” he said. ‘“You are mistaken. I don't think you're going to have even a taste of this mutton —mnot while I'm in the kitchen Miss Kitty Cat was furious. She had done her best to make Spot go away. She had dropped a number of hints to get him out of doors. But Spot hadn’t taken a single one of them. “You're a meddlesome old dog,” she scolded. “I've' a good mind to drag my, claws across your nose.” Spo: grinned at her. “If you do,” he warned her, “I shall yelp. Then Mrs. Green will hurry back here to see what's going on. And you certainly won't get any mutton while she’s in the kitchen. I happen to know that the family's zoing to have that leg of mutton for dinner tomorrow.” “There ought to be enough of it for «verybody,” Miss Kitty Cat zrumbled. “If I ate a bit of it nobody would ever miss it. And after I've finished my meal there would be nothing to prevent you heiping your- self. 1 certainly shouldn’t stand in your way—nor lle in it. either.” of appreciation for having done some- thing nice. But—- ‘““You've spent ali this money on =a vase and I had wanted a Freuch basket so much,’’ she saiG. i When spring came, and, foping to surprise her with a garden, he went home with his coat pockets bulging ‘with seeds ard sho fretted because he brought hollyhocks instead of helio: trope. She didn’t- appreciate things he did for She pride by ridiculing sedection und made his heart acke a little by show- ing so frankiy that it was the gift itseif she wanted and not hi8 thought. And so us the "years passed, attentions ceased, and she came understand that he had found some: one who did like his taste and who did appreclate his thoughti, she used to sit for long, lonely hours and con- sider her folly. What difference was it then whether it was a vase ot Frerch basket, hollyhocks or trope. She wus Wwilling to confess that the hoilyhocks and vases would havel been better. It was as if after any of the the having walked I through all of the years, she suddenlyy: went airplaning and ccuid see below the panorama of her life's achievements— the wreckage ot love by lack of appre- clation, urt his |- Old dog Spot coulgn’t’ help saif« fing. “I never snatch any food when Mrs. Green's back is turned,” he teld Miss Kitty Cat severely. he feeds me all she thinks I ought to eat. And if I want more, I hunt for it in the woods and fields. “Dor’t I hunt?" Miss Kitty Cat hissed. “I keep the“house free. of rats and mice. Mrs. Green could well spare me -a bit of that mutton in return for all I do for her—I'll thank you, sir, to move away from Old_Spot began to look somewhat anxious. He had once felt Miss Kit- ty’s sharp claws on his nose. And he'didn’t care to be scratched By her again. But there was the leg of mut< ton! He had t6 guard that for Mrs. Green. “I wish Mrs. Green would come back,” he.sald to himself. “I don’t want a row with this Cat person.” Miss Kitty suddenly spat at him. Spot knew that that was & danger sign. And he gave a few short, sharp barks. - “Thare he muttered. “That ought to fetch Mrs. Green. If she's in the house she can’t help hearing me.” ~ y: Spot was right. In about & min- ute Farmer Green's wife came hur- rying into the kitchen.. Old dog Spot jumped up and wag- ged his tall and gave & low-pitched bark as if to say, “I've saved your leg of mutton for you, Mrs. Green.” “But she didn't understand him. “You rascal!” Mrs. Green ex- claimed. “You've been teasing the cat again. 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