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SLEEPY-TIME TALES JIMMY RABBIT . ONCE MORE ^mARTj^URfcSCOTT BAILEY^ CHAPTER XXVIII. One# More the Runny Family Have a Guest. The Bunny family had just sat down to dinner. Mr. Bunny was feeling specially good natured. He had guessed right about the weather. It was very cold that day, just as he had expected. And It made him feel agreeable. Besides, Mrs. Bunny had prepared his favorite dish for a sur prise. She had found a turnip down at Farmer Green's place. To be sure, It had been froaen. That, no doubt, was the reason why some one had tossed it aside. It was slightly bit ter. But Mr. Bunny said that by eat ing fast one would hardly notice there was anything wrong with the turnip* Well, the Bunny family had Just fairly settled down to eat their din ner. Mr. Bunny had served his wife, their daughter Belinda, and their son Benny. And he had taken not more that two mouthfuls himself when there came a knock on the door. "Who can that be?” Mrs. Burny exclaimed. “It's a strange time for a call.” "It sounded like Uncle Isaac's knock.” Mr. Bunny remarked. "But It can't be he. He wouldn't be com ing back here eo soon, after spending six months with us. It’s hardly six weeks since he left." Again ram* the knocking, louder than before. •'It certainly sound" like Uncle Isaac," he said. "Hadn’t we better bolt the door?" "What?" cried Mrs. Buny. "Bolt the door against my own brother on a bit ter cold night like this?” She sprang to her feet. She had hardly pushed bark her chair when the door opened. And In walked Uncle Isaac with a broad grin on his face. "I was passing this way," he an nounced. "and I couldn’t go by with out stopping to see how you were." "That's very kind of you." Mrs. Buny told her brother. “Isn’t It kind of him?” she asked her husband. "Oh, very! very!" Mr. Bunny agreed as he rose from the table, "•'ome right into the parlor,” he urged Uncle Isaac. "We don't care about finishing our dinner now. Come Into the parlor. We can talk better In there.” "No!" said Uncle Isaac, hanging back. "I'll sit right down at the ta . ■ - ■ ble with you, for I don't want to in terrupt your meal. 1 can t stay mote than a few minutes." He seized a chair, drew it up to the table, and dropped into it. "I’ve had my din ner,” he remarked. "Ha! I see you're ! dining on turnip. Well—I’ll take a taste of It, if you Insist." 1 Now, nobody had said a word to Uncle Isaac about his sharing the meal with the family. But his sister, Mrs. Bunny, exclaimed how- delightful ‘That's very kind of youTMts. Bunny toll her brother. it would be If t'ncle Isaac could stay until they had finished their dinner. And she hurried to get another plate, which she handed to her husband. "Give Uncle Isaac a good, big serv ing of turnip," se bade Mr. Bunny, i “It's his favorite dish.” Mr. Bunny groaned inwardly. He hated to waste any food—and espe cially turnip—upon anybody as lazy as his wife's brother. But there was nothing to do except obey Mrs. Bunny. Mr. Bunny was silent throughout' the rest of the meal. His high spirits had fled. But Uncle Isaac talked and talked. And when dinner was over he said he felt sleepy and he believed that Instead of going on that night, in the cold, he would stay there where it was snug and warm. So he stayed. "Oh, dear!” thought Mr. Bunny. "He'll be here another six months'." He knew Uncle Isaac only too woll (Copyright, 1922.) My Marriage Problems Adele Garrison’s New Phase of "Revelations of a Wife.’* The Reason IMcky Told Madge He1 Was Married. I don't like the looks of that fel low." Dicky, with his hands thrust in his pockets, stared after the ingratiating chauffeur as he rapidly made his way down-stair?. "Did you see him give us all the onceover?" he went on. "Looked as if he suspected something was wrong. What's phony about our looks, do you think?" Claire Foster's face crimsoned quick ly and her lips parted as if to speak. 1 knew she meant to reveal the in discreet comment she had just made to the effect that we were not anxious to have our names on the letter box downstairs in the hall, and I hesi tated to forestall her. Dicky had not heard it. and it would do no good for him to learn it now. "Nothing at all.’’ I returned blithe ly. He was simply so pleased at hi* tip that he gave us all the ‘once-over,’ as you say, ao that he would be sure to spot us another time. Dicky's es pecial weakness is tipping taxi drivers.” I went on glibly, turning to i latre. “If one of the gentry has ever seen him before, he makes his taxi turn sotpersauUs w’henever he spies my husband.*' Claire laughed nervously, but Dicky still looked serious. "Haven't I Heard—" "That's all right for nonsense," he said, "hut the fsct remains, I don't like that fellow's looks or his actions." "Do you think he's seen us before?" I asked with a vivid recollection of Harry Underwood's warning. “Xo-o," he said slowly, "but he’s got us Jotted down In his mental card Index now. all right. Something or other. I'd like to know what, gave him an idea that we didn't exactly i ourt observation, and he has that little fact filed away. If he ever hears anybody inquiring for us—” Me broke off abruptly and busied himself with getting the bags out of the narrow hallway. I shook my head at Claire Foster In a warning that she should not be tray her responsibility for the chauf feur’s suspicion, and she turned abruptly, walked to the window and stood looking out of it so that her flushed face was hidden from us. Dicky came into the living room and strode up and down its brief length with every line of him spelling perturbation. I wondered if he. too, were thinking of the words Harry Underwood had uttered. For fear his attention might be attracted to Claire, I said the first thing which came into my head. "Haven't I heard you say that a taxi driver's litany was 'See nothing, hear nothing, speak nothing?’ ” Claire Surprises l>i<Uy. "It should be,” ha replied. and the old flight-hawk horse-cab drivers lived up to it. Many of the taxi men <lo also. But some of them are either actual or potential blackmailers, and it's said a 'wise' few are affiliated with the criminal gangs which In fest the city. Well, I’m glad he hasn't anything real on us. Bet's forget him. I’m about starved. What about some dinner? Shall we go out to a restaurant, or shall 1 dance down the stairs and have a meal sent in?” Claire Foster turned from the win dow. her face alight with enthusiasm. "Oh, let’s have one sent In!” she cried. "I think that will be the coy ote’s howl. If there's anything more appetite -inspiring than a waiter com ing In with trays and steaming dishes I don’t know what it is, do you?” She threw me the question perfunc torily. and chattered on as if—I told myself a bit resentfully—she were the only one to be considered. ’’Be sure you remember my favorite dishes,” she admonished Dicky with a lifted forefinger. “I warn you. I am very particular as to the broiling of a chicken, and too much pepper in my soup makes me cross for days.” Her tone was the type I have heard used by pampered, tyrannical women to their men folk who have spoiled them. It is one which Dicky has never heard from me or any of his feminine relatives, and I cast a sly glance at him to Bee how he liked it. T% all outward appearances he was pleasantly amused at her audacity. He was grinning widely at her, his eyes registering the flattering atten tion which girls like Claire demand from men. But I, who know every line of his face, had caught the allghty uplifted eyebrows at her first speech which betrayed that he was as surprised as I at the girl's rudeness. Druggist Says Move Order Forces Sale of All Stock J. H. Green, for 27 years a drug gist in Omaha, Is being forced to va vate his location on Sixteenth and Howard streets, on short notice, due to the erection of a new building on this site. He says he has no other location In sight, and is therefore offering on sale all his stock of drug merchan dise, which must be sold within the next few weeks. Rohrer Keeps Army Booze. U. Stauffer Rohrer, federal prohibi tion enforcement officer for Nebraska, an id yesterday he has received no word from the department in Washington deciding whether or not he was right in seizing a case of whisky consigned from the army supply station in St. Louis to the army hospital depart ment here. His agents took the liquor from an express office about 10 days ago. Uncle Sam Says: Book Lire. Book lice, the tiny white or grayish insects which scurry across the pages when old or musty books are opened, frequently appear in great numbers in damp or heavily shaded rooms. They are not injurious to persons, but their presence is very annoying. The government's booklet on these insects tells of their habits, describes conditions favorable to their increase and discusses control measures. Readers of The Omaha Bee may obtain a copy of this booklet free as ■long as the free edition lasts by writ ing to the Division of Publications, Department of Agriculture. Washing ton, D. C., asking for ‘‘F. B. 1104.” Parents’ Problems Should a hoy be allowed to play marbles for keeps? Boy’s who play marbles are usually interested in it as a game, and a part of the game is keeping the mar bles which the winner has earned. They are not of an age to understand gambling, and unless enlightened by the parents, will go on playing the game for the game's sake. 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Will you please explain this and let me know whether you think I really am in love with the girl. J. F. It seems to be a case of absence making the heart grow fonder In your case. No, don't think that you are really in love with the girl. Which Man Shall She Choose? Dear Miss Fairfax: For the last three years I have been in love with a man 21 years my senior. During that time he has been most attentive and has made love to me. but he has not asked me to marry him. Another man, eight years older than myself, whom 1 have known six months, has asked me to marry him. 1 thought 1 could care for him, but I cannot. I told the older tnan and he was angry. He said if I reallv cared for him I could not think of marrying anyone else. 1 r.m an or phan and am most Unhappy living with relatives. The man who wants to marry me is insistent for a definite answer. What shall I do? A. P. This is an unusual situation and one requiring tact and courage. The older man seems to be so selfish and self centered that no matter how deeply you feel you love him, you can tind no happiness with him. Psycholog ically. yotf are likely to have a hard time putting him out of your mind unless something happens to snap the spell of his fascination for you. Mo you have nothing to lose and much to gain by going to him with the utmost frankness and having what Is called a "show down.” If the man states with calm brutal ity that he does not want to marry and assume the obligations of a home, perhaps you will see what a “dog in the manger” attitude he lias in striv ing to hold you when he Is not will ing to do anything to deserve you. I A.£DfDCC LA tiKlrrc INFLUENZA He may tell you to go ahead and mm ry the other man. But he must take some stand that will either free you from him or bind you to him. The thing fop you to do is to rut bravely through the underbrush or subterfuge and uncertainty and find what the man has in mind. .1. W. 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