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[burgess bedtime stories] V__By THORNTON W. BURGESS.-J Peter Discovers the Quacks. Sammy Jay had left the dear Old Briar Patch. Peter poked hi* head out land looked across the Green Meadows toward the place where the Laughing Brook enters the Big River. It was a long way over there. At least it was a long way for Peter in broad day light. It was no time for any Rabbit with the least bit of real eeuse to be out tn the open with no place to hide, i But Peter was letting curiosity ge* the better of senee. llo fairly ached to get over there and see Mr. and Mrs. Quack. He guessed rightly that Sammy Jay- was the only one that yet knew that they had arrived from the Sunny South. Sammy had told Frter. "It is still very early." muttered Peter. "The way seent^ to he cleat I can hide over there somewhere un til nlttht." He hopped outside the dear Old Briar Tatch and sat up for a l°n* look. Nowhere could he tee J’eedy Fox or Old Man Coyote or any of the Hawk family. Suddenly he made up hts mind to f?o. and away he went. Uppcrty-llpperty Up. a* tout aa those THE NEBBS PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPIE. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hew NEBS '$> i STlOONG i A. LOT Or j D5UGW in TKL OLD WOtAESTEPO _ NOO'^E Got to Gwe. him .caton I Tore. taking A. Cwance I \ ^TWKT D CEtTTPKVtMW V V4(VS (V LOT OT TQOUQLC \ KEEPING PvPE. UT I - VCS USED ^OR-tUUMSEDi v \M MATCHES THtVN WZ -S-. WPS ON -the old / _|]V WOt^LSlE^D J E /ttE PUTS «v> OCGOUT VO«TV / HOUCS &. UJEEK — 'VvA/t^t^-'UAJO ( Goes toc *xme. , \ goes VOR STCETCWWHG I \. PIPE UGHT»nG ^TMESE ME GOES i P\PE DIDN'T COST CWE®1S \ re kit ^ ujvALtH VT ujfkS G®ftNO ) SPfcNK.\NG NEVW vwEGcrrJ i OWE® TEM OOLL&®S INVESTED/ Un \t pm®e,ppw X (Copyright, Itli by Th« B«U 8y»dic«to. 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Iwc. y_| r i Umo IN <?AtSAR'S NAME CAN calling Mt or This Hour in The % V (OORNIN* - J !r>t^ ??? wiij/S BAruet.twis is sturose =■ Excuse me fOR ’WAKING XOU — Bui X JOST GOT A GVIMP5I il op 'BiROiB'* ANO ' i ft HER MOTHER IN f§ ,The lowt bovwn / H ^ STAIRE GOOO - 1 NIGHT *« X M GOING ^ L womb - see vou T, Tomorrow --. / r "* y > wGuy F CiWKj DDlMPIMr1 I ID PATHPD Re*i.t*r.<i SEE JIr,GS AND maggie in kull. Drawn for The Omaha Bee by McManus oKlnbllNu Ur rAlrlLK u. s. Patent oiiic. page OF colors IN the SUNDAY BEE ' Miller YOUMObTOOAb TUT TUT: i I KNOW YOU ARE VERY 1 -- r--i /ZE DOCTOR bAYb- COULD bIT OP TlRED-MURbE. YOU MAY \ -tliamk JEECt) TDNJC.HT? Jf L_ VOUMOWCO r-M ALLHI<5hT -IH HAVE THE EVEHtNCi orr. '“T —rpTirn-r h ™ Sr * "t,, l'LKb,T UP W,TH^***:. hISSk* Uj . r:i/ kplrn iiitaTinrsv^w z-z T 2 X \ * m 1WI W IwT'L F«ATU»t SctW'Ct. IMC JERRY ON THE JOB another memory test. Dr*wn for ** Hob“ »ia B'G BcH=vi*u.iir» _ 1 60 MOME /.CCOUKjT^r HON M)CH (S' fC6fH5AM' * A Of HWv lOS'l'i Wl^" j ^l5o"Z AMIfSlflEO WO/l MiO* It 'Ssr/ WHO*'/: - fN*TZ$43? ' “TU?/4MC/IER ^-v h€h'? y ( virj ,xy 4«Kr»s- f __ V~\ _-y==: long legs of Ills could carry him. Peter didn’t stop once until he reached the bushc* near the mouth of I lie Laughing Brook, Then ho drew a long breath. He felt safe over there. ■■Sammy said that Mr. and Mrs. Quack were In the Big River rear here." thought Peter. "I ought to be able to find them without any trou ble." So Peter began to make his way carefully along the Laughting Brook toward the place where it enters toe Big Rlvrr. There It is wide. For quite a distance out from shore wild rice and rushes grow in the shallow water of the Big River. Of course, these were now brown and dead and all broken down. They made a wonder ful place for Ducks to hide. Peter reached the edge of the Big ! River and mt up to look this w-ay Itnd that way. He saw nothing of Mr. and Mrs. Quack. If theye were any where about there they probably were hidden under some of that bent and broken wdld rice. Peter hopped along down the shore of the Big River, stopping every other hop to sit up and look. There wasn’t a sign of life. He returned to the mouth of the laugh ing Brook. He wished he could get : across it so that he might go up the bank of the Big River a little way. but that water looked too cold for swimming. Peter shivered when he looked at it. lie len t fond of the wa ter. you know. for a lone, long time Peter wan dered back and forth without flndinr a sign that Mr and Mrs Quark were anywhere near. Finally he went heck a little way and hid in a clump of tall, dead gras*. He decided that he would take a nap there. He did take a nap. When he awoke he couldn't think for a moment or two where he was. Than he heard a low. soft quar k. Tnstan'K he remembered where be was snd what had brought him over there He leaped out toward the Big lllver. In a. little open place dose to shore sat Mrs. Quack. While he watched, Mr. Qnack with his handsome green head and whl’-e collar came swimming out from behind a clump of rushes. Joyously Peter sprang out from hi* hiding place. But at his first mov* Mr. and Mrs. Quack disappeared among the rushes and wild rice. Ton see they didn’t know who It was and wisely they would take no chanre. (Copyright. 1*2*.) The next story: “Peter Is Sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Quack.” i CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT By LEROY SCOTT. (copj-n*bt. SYNOPSIS. Cordell* Marlowe, most striking figure in society's youngest set and called by her friends “Cordelia the Magnificent.” whose ! mother has had an annual income of • lation, advertises for a position, i linong the anwwerr* received is one : *30.000, but has lost her fortune in speen from lied more A Franklin, lawyer*, who, after learning that the girl seeking em ployment is Cordelia Marlowe offer her *30.000 a year, though she asked but 930 , a week for her servtees. Cordelia accepts the employment when assured she will not be asked to “spy” on frends or do anything dishonorable. Fader agreement with Cprdelia Mr. Franklin *10tines Mrs. Marlowe that she had been defrauded by 1 her brokers and he had effected a settle ment under the terms of which she would 1 regularly receive 92,500 monthly. Carde | Up’s first assignment Is to vlsft Rolling Meadows, the country boms of Gladys iNorwortli. the richest young woman In i her soeinl set. anti “observe” conditions I ff4 *«!»*• **'• th** Mitchell. 1 1 ® butler, hold. ■ command luff, position . in the household and overbear, a conver sation between him. Min Narworth and her a ten-slater. Emilv Stevens. from which she Infers there had been a secret mir ust, and that one of the women mav naie been mother of Francois, a hov whom they represented to be a French orphan they had adopted, Cordelia re port. the circumstance, to Mr. Franklin, who expresses .ratification at what she had learned and arranges to visit her at Rolling Meadows. it onltnoed from Yesterday.1 But then, Lily was young; perhaps her manners and practices were nt» more than a pose; perhaps she was merely passing through some brief i phase of adolescence; perhaps In a few years she might outgrow it all —or something might happen to her that would tear her loose from or lift her out of all such things. Jerry Plimpton was waiting for .Cordelia in the lobby of the Gran tharn. Cordelia hadn't aeen Jerry since the evening before ehe had cone out to Rolling Meadows. Her heart pumped warm pride through all her arteries as he came eagerly, smil ■ Ingly, toward her; he was so hand some, so easy of manner, so distin 1 gulEhed, such a splendid figure of the kind the world Juat naturally . bows to. j A* Cordelia and Jerry moved 'through the dining room to the table he had reserved, she had an even stronger consciousness than on Fifth lavenue that eyes were following her admiringly and enviously; that people were whispering that there went that \ famous social beauty. Cordelia Mar-i 'lowe, and that terribly rich Jerry! Plimpton—and what a handsome! couple they made! Just being with Jerry, though she knew nothing important was going; 'to be said or done, seemed the proper! J culmination of an expansive, glorious day. I While the luncheon progressed, and, they talked gayly of nothing in par ! itieular. Cordelia definitely cams to' a decision. Some day she wras going, to marry Jerry Plimpton. He wasj personally delightful; he had all those splendid accessories which she knew; how to use so well and which would make all the years to coma years | of unbroken happiness and triumph: and she knew-that no woman could! till ths place of wife to him—a high j place that of his wife, successor to! his great mother's glories and tradi-J j tlons—with so much grace and dis-, I Unction as herself. She knew- that Jerry admired1 .Gladys. That was not to be won-j d»red at. for Gladys had real looks; «he had real position; sha had msue money than any other unmarried' ; young woman Cordelia knew, and her public mariner was very agree-! able—only her Intimates suspected that Gladys might have her little failings. The possession of Jerry, Plimpton, and the splendid things he represented,, indubitably lay between .Gladys Norworth and Cordelia Mar-' ilowe. And Cordelia did not doubt! The Days of Real Sport _ By Briggs NOW ■DON'T You Vg?' v ^ ^ LET MC , Fall ? f§§V AH' H - SHUCKS WILL YOU HARVFY. ■ £AN HOLD You HOLD M«= Tight ^ yp CASIER-N _.,—AnVTHinG - • J wouldn't LfcTCHA ij Fall mVrth; J _» / i. rrv _ Teaching Her c.«*r»>«fci. UK w v. ?»*«»»• »•>* ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield Safrty First, Krcardlrs* of K1 print* ?/vUHERti |( THE 95i - VTlES,ftEAK --nil 9 5* V y UMtfT **\IE N ^OU QOY Fop frPOLlAR? y that she would win out over Gladys, and she now let her full power* exi press themselves in the pleasant ft fort to attract Jerry. An Interruption. There came an Interruption; LiJ» advancing on their table, followed bif her mother and Mr. Franklin. Cor. della Introduced the two men. Thej bqwed and shook hands formally "Just what Mr. Franklin Is 'that * Cordelia?” Jerry asked, when he an4 Cordelia were agEln alone. Cordelia told him about Mr. Frank, Un; not quite everything, to be aure, "So he'a that Mr. Franklin—and your family's new lawyer,” mused Jerry. "He should prove a real help to you. I’ve heard quits a bit about him. They say he's an able citlxer and a comer.” At another table th# irrepressible Lily was whispering: ‘1 say, Mr. Franklin—what do you think ad that pair? 1.11 bet you Cordelia marries himi” '’Indeed.’” remarked Mr. Franklin. He glanced across at Cordelia and Jerry, atid his pleasant expression (did not change “If appearances count (for anything. Miss Lily, you'll likeiv win your bet, for they do look a well matched pair.” Cordelia's eye caught Mr. Fran:, lin's gaze upon her. His pleasant looked warmed Into a pleasant smile. She smiled brightly hack. Indeed she was going to be nice to Mr. Frank lin. I'*a—this was simply a wonderful day: CHAPTER X. Mitchell Is Investigated. Cordelia drove back to Rolling (Meadows In soaring spirits after her .gratifying day in town. Her thoughts were Inclined to play about Jerry Plimpton. and that brilliant future (Whose brilliance was to be Jointly jhers and Jerry’s. But the practical aspects of her situation Intruded upon (these pleasant prospects, and regret fully she let practicality force fancv : n*° subsidence. Before she could tnt to turn these dreams, which in- 4> j eluded Jerry, into a permanent real- * jlty, she had to clear up this situa tion at Rolling Meadows; and as her .roadster sped on she considered what jshould be her next steps In trying I to discover the fundamental facts of jthe mystery. j But when, toward (. Cordelia hur ned up the terrace at Rolling Mead lows, there was Mitchell, again in his | formal black coat, starting into th* doorway with th# tea tray. He saw (her and waited with that impersonal (formality of his until she was upon the porch. I, “Shall I serve you tea. Miss Mar I Iow-e?” "ft you pleas*. Mitchell. Have iMlss JCorworth and Miss Sterns had theirs?” I ’’They finished Just a few minutes i ago. They are now playing with Master Francois.” i She thought rapidly ”Jf I am to have tea alone, then bring it to nr (sitting room.” ! “Tes, Miss Marlowe. I'll have (fresh tea up there for you within 1 five minutes," A Fin* Opportunity. She hastened to her suite. She ;felt a s!o«- of pride1'on haring given ■ <er sister a lecture on the rapid jvace she was traveling. Uly wae a prob lem, but Cordelia intended to keep an eye on her. She felt as though she were the bread winner of the family now. Her thoughts switched back to Mit chell. She thought she saw her chance to learn something about him if she could be adrot enough. "I saw you in the city today,' Mit chell.” she began as he set down the tray before her. "Yes, Miss Marlowe. I had a few hours off and I went in to attend to a little business." "I thought you saw me." "Yes. Miss Marlowe." "But you refused to meet my eve to speak to me." 0 I “A butler who knows his place. Miss Marlowe, does not expect to be recognised In public by the gueste of his employer." He stood respectfully before her, with the air of being entirely at her command. Never be for* had he seemed more the perfect butler; nev er more bounded bv the rigid conven tions of his position. "But you do not seem like the aver age butler. Mitchell. You seem to be —well, something very different ” "1 once hoped and Intended to be something different,” "Then how did It happen that you became a butler?” )"!t started In college when I—* I 'Then you're a college man?” ‘‘Yes, Miss Marlowe." "I see. You're trying to hide yottr Identity?" "Tea. Miss Marlowe. So long a* I remain a butler. Telling you my s college might somehow betray my identity.” Not Ills Real Name. "Yes. I see. Then I auppose Mit chell is not'your reel name? ' "No, Misa Marlowe” "I understand. You started to tell me how you became a butler. Won't you please go on?” "ft's really a commonplace exp-i - cnee, Mi«» .Marlowe. Mv jwople wc • poor and I had to work mV way through college. Wr four years l worked in, then managed, a college eating club My hist two summer*_ 1 Was a waller in a big resort hotel * That was the best paying work l could get during summers. Then on* summer 1 was chief steward on boa d a private . soht. The owner liked me. seemed to have confidence in me and the next summer he put me In charge of hi* country house .<* builer. iT» Si> I eetimied 1 ewerrew.l