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BURGESS BEDTIME STORIES I -By THORNTON W. «I K(.KSS__/ •enny wren Find* IKinny and Nanny. No. Peter 1babbit couldn't believe the story that nanny and Nanny Meadow Mouse told, (he story of how they had i*i»ent the winter in the great man bird far down In the Sunny south. Peter raid so. He sold so over and over again. He could l»e li*\e a great deal, hut thia was too much. "But, 1 toll you, It is true!" squeaked Haney rather sharply, for he was I* ginning to lone patience and to he roin* n little angry. You know, it is very provoking not to b* lielieved when you know you are telling the truth. , Hut peter continued to ahake hla head. “Danny." aald lie. ' 1 think you have been dreaming. "And do you think 1 had the name dream, too?" pqueaked Jianny Mea dow Mouae. "Did voti ever hear of two peotde having the name dream at the mime time’ ••Tut. tut, tut. tut; Of eourae he never did!" declared a scolding votes. Of course he never d'd! I've teen looking everywhere for you. Danny Meadow Mouse. I knew yiWi must he somewhere around when I aawf the great manblrd over there on the Clrecn Meadows. You got here tie THE NEBBS KID GREGORY. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hess f 'mo&m\nG,\ NUGwBoe -I'M A GETTING NWvSELT *NCfTME£ UtitNit il or eu*|£ or V long LvtL ! /UELP YoofciEir \ #kNO I WlOPL IT f 'OCE&You p, l LDPT or Good flv\ *l*\NG Ntx> AVNT mWNoX I THE OLD PLACE' M'STAVCE NEITHER l ThiT\ \ tip A TMT ISTwE ERNEST AnD RICHEST \ V ° SOIL \N THIS WUOLE. COUNTY) -r -vou a\nt never seen Such , VEGETABLES AS they raise >' AROUND HERE - I’VE SEEN En\ take a potato ootath Ground So DIG THAT THEY'D WAVEToThROH A WHEEL BARROW FULL OF DIRT J (NTH MOVXTOFtV.L it v^?_y /_ANO DO -THINGS GfcOUu TA8X \ Tm«.Ooj\ Coats TOTH' CHICKENS AND K TWtV Dots T KETCH IT tN THE AVfc THEf GCTT To E«r 'T orr th stalk 1 AtsD MUSH ROOM'S* Oo*Thev GRouj DIG ‘ IVE &EEN A Covaj AND HER CALT STAtsOvtsG UNDER \ PMC PurTn A HAVE 5TORN* * jS / LuELL &ME a^E - \ / l Gotta SKIP along novm , - t*\AtAtAA\S BAKIN' / \TA*FY APPl&S \ / (Copyright, 1M4, by Tho BoU lyndieato. XnOj \L ^C»-' Barney Google and Spark Plug WHAT’S A CHINESE WALL TO BARNEY? Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Billy DeBeck (Copyright 1924) GREAT lUTfeRNATlOMAl RACE Finishes tooan in seattic wash. 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MILL>ON ■ _/ SURE —h ITSTROE' JERRY ON THE JOB ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hob*.n (Copyright 1924) r 5ou.BE. -- * ' njjhat >4>ur \M40A = Moii Camt Go \ /.eouud $y Woaasei*! —-N Mou Vousa. Siacrrt'Ba ow got, ( OnB 3DB E'TvMEtn '^ou » WGcrrw ) '—v_-y oo “TVtiKiGS- - (.'ToGt'THra,. .. .<■ I . ii iM » ’ Li; «w Strrcc !*.. 1 By f for* in*, didn't you? How doe* seem to he back home?" It was Jenny Wren. Sh* »t« i» pert and bright-eyed as ever, and her longue mat Juat a* lively aa ever, ror a moment Peter forgot Danny and Nanny Meadow Mouse end their un believable story- He ha* always been rather fond of Jenny Wren, and he was delighted to see hei liack "litllo, Jenny Wren'." he cried. "Welcome home! Did you have a pleasant win ter in the Sunny south?" "Tut, tut, tut, ttrt, Peter! What a foolish question! Of course I had a pleasant winter. I always do. That is why I go down In the Sunny south. I suppose Danny Meadow Mouse ha* alreadv told you the new* from down there,” chattered Jenny. Now, Peter Inew that Jenny had not seen Danny Meadow Mouse aince her arrival until now, »o of course she could know nothin? about the stoiy Danny nail told of being down in the Sunny south. Yet this ques tion of hers would seem to show that ah* knew all about it. "Have you heard the atory Danny [and Nanny are telling?" demand'd Peter. Jennye aharp little eye» began to twinkle. "What atory?" aha aaked In. noc-ently. "They say they ipent the winter way down in the Sunny south end expert in« lo believe It.” aaid Peter, his Indignation beginning to -giow again. "Why shouldn’t you .believe It?” atked Jenny. 1)0 you believe It?" demanded Peter. "if I didn’t believe It I would lie re fusing to believe my own eyes," re torted Jenny. "I saw them down there. 1 saw them more than once. They panned me on the way up." . Peter stared st Jenny, and then he stared at Danny and Nanny Meadow Mouse. Such a funny expression as his face wore. "So it really Is true.” said Peter In a voice a little above a whisper. "So it really la true.” Then his face brightened. "Goodbye, folks.” said he. And away he went, lipperty llpperty-lip. Peter wanted to be the flrat to spread the wonderful atory al Danny and Nanny Meadow Mouse. (Copyright, Hit.) CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT By LEROY SCOTT. (Copyncht. imi > (Continued Front Yesterday.) “My dear. If I've got to listen to much more. I believe I'll first close the window. It's getting chilly, and there * a draft, and the draft must be directly upon Esther » back.” The window came down with s I soft thud, and Cordelia heard no mors. She recognized that her own im mediate problem was to get back to the house unobserved. But the trhs within might finish anv moment, and start for the house. The safe course for her. If she would avoid all danger of discovery, w'as to remain where she was until the three had departed. So she stood in the enfolding arms oi the gyring* bush, palpitant!:/ wonder ing, fearing to breathe fully, waiting until the way was clear. CHAPTER VIII. She stood a motionless dryad among the branches for half an hour, until each stiffened leg had changed Into a column of prickling anguish. But as last she heard the three leave the house, one after another. She waited on despite the torture of limbs that had gone to sleep, until finally she judged that her path was safe. She parted the branches and attempted to step outward, only to have the paralyzed legs collapse and send her toppling to the soft earth. For several moments she lar there, a helpless agonized cripple. That was an absurd anti-climax to such an ad venture—her legs asleep!—but the dis comfort of that condition was a mild sensation compared to the dismay she. felt when, after swaying tlnglingly serose the lawn, she found that all the doors of the darkened hause were locked. She had never thought of this contingency, so had not brought her latchkey, and Mitchell after his return, hsd seen to his butler's duty of securing the house for the night. She was locked out! What should she do? Her lege still unsteady beneath her. she leaned against the door Jamb, con sidering. She thought of ringing the bell: but, no, that wouldn’t do—It might In some way lead the three to suspect that she had been eavesdrop ping upon them. She thought of sleeping in one of the guest rooms out In the playhouse and returning to her own room when the servants opened the house In the morning: but this would not do either, for such a pro cedure might rouse just as much suspicion as ringing the bell. She was even thinking of getting out her car and driving into the city when— All the while that she had stood there thinking, she had been mechan ically fumbling at the knob of the main door, unconsciously rattling it: and now. suddenly, the overhead porch light went on, and this body of hers she had been so frantically thinking how to conceal was now no more a secret than a statue stark against the sun. There was no sur prise or other emotion in his face: It was that butler’s face in which she had as yet seen no alteration. "Pardon me for locking you out. Miss Marlowe.” he said in his Im personal servant's voice—so unlike 'hat cool, assured voice which had been coming to her through the open window. "I thought every one was in.” She was afraid she hsd h»en caught. Also she felt very ahsured. She had to attempt some explanation, since she had publicly announced two hour* before that she was going to bed: but the only words she found In her mouth were those same words that hsd stumbled awkwardly forth that first time she had slipped from her room In the middle of the night and had encountered him.. “I couldn't sleep, so T went out for a walk In the air." Her words sounded most uncon It Happens in the Best Regulated Hotels By Briggs I >A vJcst DY'i^S for A X>RIMI<- or ICS wATCR, WJOW'T You ACMD R)R -SAME Ka miW6U_, That I Me AM >3 OMfc 1 MORE Tip Cam t Yoo' SET ALOK6 ^OMTIL^ LUWCH A Two BIT TiP ( Looks awful 816 ] T* You if iris Foff / something For J\ ICE VAMTeft. 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He seemed to accept them. "There's nothing better for sleep lessness. Miss Marlowe," he said. She stepped inside on her still un certain legs. He closed the door. "it’s rather late, and perhaps you are hungry. Shall 1 get you a little something? ' "No 'hank you, Mitchell. Good night." "Good night. Miss Marlowe " She started for the stairway. And then her tingling, undependable logs buckled under her again, and the next moment she was sitting on the floor. Instantly he was on hia knees beside her. "i'ou're hurt—you're sick!" he cried. For the first time, before her. h!s butler's grave impersonality had left him. Face and voice were alive with quick concern. Even though Cor delia had just been listening to him when he had certainly talked like a butler, she was nevertheless startled by this swift transformation—by this glimpse of eome one else. She tried to cover the absurdity of her posture on the floor with a little laugh; and lp explanation she told a half truth. "I’m not sick or hurt. I got tried walking and sat down on the ground. My legs went to sleep that's all.” She tried to struggle to her feet. That other person that Mitchell had been, departed as swiftly as he had come, and Mitchell was onec more the butler. "Let me help you, Miss Marlowe," he said, slipping hia hands beneath her arms. “Oh. I can make it all right.” “Tou really need assistance." and he lifted her to her feet. "And Id better help you to your room.” She protested; but with his servant's formality he insisted. And so they went up the stairway, she dinging to the banister with one hand, his two hands beneath her shoulders with one arm across her hark. There was no more attempt at familiarity in those hands than if they had been the hands of a traffic policeman helping a wo man across a slippery street, or than if she had been a faltering lady of So. But Cordelia was for some reason acutely conscious of those hands, not helping her too much, but alert for her to topple and strong as steel if sli% should need such support. .% .''nave tiood .bight. "Thank yon very much. Mitchell.” she said at the door. "Good night.” "Good night. Miss Marlowe." Presently she managed to get into lied, and she lay (here excitedly think ing. trying to arrange in order the fragments she had discovered that night, and from the fragments trving to reconstruct the whole. This last she was unable to do. but four facts stood out. clear, indisputable. First, there was a real mystery her# at Rolling Meadows. Second, that adopted French war orphan. Francois, was somewhat in volved In the mystery—perhaps was its heart. Third. Mltehell was the real master at Rolling Meadows He had some -met hold over both Gladys and j Rather, ar.d through that secret hqg* was able to demand money and get it. He was not merely toe perfect butler ing automation. He was a cle\ er man: a man of education, he had talked like a man of the world. He had seemed to be what is usuallv termed a gentleman: perhaps fairly decent, perhaps very evil: but un deniably a gentleman. And with all this, he was undeniably a trained butler. Fourth. Gladys had Implied thai she had known Mitchell for only ■ year. From the overheard cenversa tion it was clear she and Esther hat! known Mitchell for five years, anti known him well perhaps Intimatelv —perhaps very Intimatelv That is they had known Mitchell from about the time they had gone to France, So mu. h was fact. The rest was conjecture And what a world of con jecuire Cordelia s mind traversed in swift excitement. Each question was in itself an unexplored continent. Who was Mitchell—really? What sort of a man was the real Mitchell’ A semi scoundrel or a villain eomjw tent to conceive and manage a great scheme, and who was now managing v> hat wa« th* cb»rart#r of Mlf rhet! .« secret hold upon Glades and Fat her? Who was Francois—really' Could Mitchell lie the father of ths hoy. as his light remarks in the play house might suggest' If so. ths; relationship might explain the box > fondness for Mitchell. But. against till* presumption, there were Gladys and Father both claiming Fra tools as their adopt xt son, Could the explanation be that Mit chell had been secretly married, in France to cne of the two snd that Francois was the eon of that ms rings' No—such a conjecture was plainly preposterous Gladys wanted to marrx' .Terri' Plimpton, and the clexe; Mttohe' must knoxx- of this matrimonial suit ton. And as f> r Kstoer. the qu:el poi«efu! Father did not behavg In the least ss if she had married Mitchell: snd if there had been a marriage there seemed no sane reason whv such a person as Ksther should hole both the marriage and her maternity At ».S0 she was at the w heel of her roadster bound for the city As ex plsnatlon for the trip she had men tioned casually to Gladys that she had an appointment In town with her mother that morning. ami had pro tected herself by ai-tuaHy making an engagement »<x telephone to meet her mother at their Pat k sx enite apart ment at IS At 10 SO, throbbing xxith exciteimmt ox er her achh-x etner,t and slat xx: h | vu»i»ense rs to how Mr Franklin ■ xx mild take her report. xVirdelta xx.. - ! ushered Into Franklin < office. The quality of prxxfessionai reserve vht- h had struck her on he first meeting ss Mr Franklin's outstandm >. , h t ■ eristic x tnlshed at sight of I:. its Us t ssUsssg Tnexeress -