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| BURGESS BEDTIME STORIES | V . -llj TIIOKNTON \V. IUKGKNS —---' Mm. Quark Urgin'* Hrr Story P«trr Ttabblt maile lilrmclf rum fi.iUblr under a little brush heap at th® month nf the IvtURhinR Brook where It enter* the log Hirer. He was out of eight tlierc from the ryes of any enemies that might happen along Mr. and Mr*. Quack, the Mal lard ducks, who had just come up from the Sunny South, nettled them selves comfortably at the edge of the water just In front of Peter. Then Mrs. Quack begun her story. “You remember when w* bade you good by last fall and started for too Sunny South?" said she. Peter flooded. "Of ceutnf, s.iiij tie. "You had as fine r family of rhlldren with you OS 1 have a"1 n hi nianj a lonjs day.” . Mrs. Quark nodded. "Ye*,” *ai" she. and there v as a gnat sadtites in her voice. "We hud a splendid^ family then, but we bate none at all j now.” , "What became of them” ’ F'atot naked. 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Trt&SBvr house Amo; Baca a«0 all wE ^ <3lfWAG 1 \S A AMOaSI*J ^tfl A' I [ Tha**? Pae W) ► P.'je Ce»rr? / .M’CJuSr Si^nvG’ ) | /AB "Pi SIBV * j "Thank?, rf 'Hfrut = That s- wtvwa "re i ■pTHAtS' vmhat 1 ? 'Thought = 9uy / .wsr oTav / AaX /v£ 00 V*T /iKN'MAV. iHTL ii-:.- ■■■■ ■■' ■■■**** Mi« Quack. “Of course, when ** here we knew that we had a long and very dangerous Journey l<efore us. We knew that all the way along, clear down to our winter home in the Sunny South, we would be in con stant danger from hunters with ter r)|,lo guns But Mr. Quu'k and I bad learned no much aliout hunters that we felt sure that we could make that long Journey and lead our children safely past all those terrible guns. “It was as had as we had expected. In fact, I think it was a little worse. It seems to me it gets a little worse each yeur. Each year there seems to le more of those terrible gun“. I tell you what It is. Peter Babbit, you haven't any Idea what it is hke to never feel absolutely sure of getting a meal without running the risk of beinlt killed, or worse still, hurt by a terrible gun. If it were not for the blessed darkness of night we never w'ould be able to make one of those loftg Journeys because we never would tie able to get food enough to keep us going. “If was exciting. Yes, it was very exciting. Those hunters seemed to be hidden everywhere. But you know we were in splendid condition, and Mr. Quack lia« wonderful eyes. Time and again he saw the hidden hunters and led us safely past them when other due' » wet* lo,'''v We raw some dreadful sights I nr Te«. sir, we ««* rome Ui"adfu' ■Ightr. . "But at last we sot down to tu gunny South and made straight f" the water home wo had known an loved so Ion*. It vs* the home wheir the member* of my family and M Quack ■ family had spent their wh trrs way bark to ths day* of ° yver snd-evet so grandfatiiei s rarely had we ever reed those two legged creature* called men ther* It wa» a wonderful place tor bird* that love the water. There were big ponds and li*’Je pond* and shallow winding stream* rverywhei*. Their were great marshes." "Wltat’s a iohi 'li'' interrupted Peter. "It “ a plate where the giouud 1* wet till the time and th* grant and rushes grow with their roots almost in the water. It is full of little l>oo!e and winding stream.* and small Ire** and hmshes grew, but where 'he water stood all about their roots. Oh it was a wonderful place, that wintei home of ours in the Sunny South!" "Why do you say was" Isn't h now?" asked Peter. <Copyright, 19.t i The next story: "The Lost Quack.” _ — ■ ' - ■' — » CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT By LEROY SCOTT. <CWr ,m. l_____*-' (Continued from Yesterday.) l m beginning to get the hang of this damned vest-pocket typewriter you make me lug around to write my letters to you on. Though I don't yet quite see the idea of your want ing all my letters to you typewritten, and typewritten by my own five thurnber hands. May the goddess who adorns the. dollar continue to regard you as her favorite child! Yours till Gabriel toots for fina! demobilization. J. Cordelia returned the letter to the pocket which she had taken it^ and a minute later she was hurrying away In feverish thought. "Who was this "J.?" Also she asked herself the two questions which “J.” implied: why was ".I.” required to write on a typewriter?—and why was money sent payable to cash or bearer? t « HAPTER XI. Saturday night’s dance was a real dance; a dance to please the dancing est and thirstiest dancers. The guests, accustomed to the gaiety, even the abandon of week-end parties, were soon bent upon making this the gayest of the season. "Now I've got you here and you've got to listen to me. Gordie." Jerry grumbled reprovingly. "Why have you been dodging me the whole eve ning?" lfc slipped his arms about her an 1 kissed her. A Second Kiss. •She loosed his embrace and moved a pace from hint. "You’ve had too much punch. Jerry. Behave. Let's go in now. I want to go to bed.'1 "Not till you pay another instal ment." He kissed Iter again. Then they strolled back, and a minute later Cor delia was on her way to her room. Franklin and Gladys had seen, in • hadowv silhouette the embrace and kisses, but had not heard the wlspv.ed words, and so did not know the rather tepid quality of the dalliance. Frank lin felt Gladys' finger bite into his arm. "I presume those two are engaged," he murmured softly, and with subtle purpose, after Cordelia and Jerry had gone in. "Excuse me," Gladys choked out. and was gone. Cordelia had 1>een In her room no more than a moment, and before starting to undress was before her long mirror for a final appraisal of how she had looked during the eve ning. when her door was violently stood Gladys, her white bosom heav opened. as violently closed, and there ing spasmodically, her green eyes blazing with wild acusation and mad hatred. 'Gladys! What on earth i* the mat ter with you”'' Cordelia exclaimed, as Esther hurried in. Gladys came toward her. body tensly bent. fingers crooked like talons. "You liar, you!" she shrilled gaspingly "You—you dirty liar!" "Out with it quick!” ordered Cor delia angrily. “What are you trying to say?” ^ "As if vou didn't now! I saw you kissing him! Kissing Jerry Plimp ton!" "Why shouldn't I kiss Jerry? Jerry seemed to like it. And what makes you so angry? Because Jerry didn't prefer to kiss you?" "Get out of my house! You hear me' Get out of my house! You cheap flirt! Kissing like a cheap shopgirl on a park bench!" Her panting voice cracked in Its rage She was utterly gone, utterly It Happen* in the Be*t Regulated Familie* ■’____ By Briggs You So CAnetcTS» L/JlTM SUCi-> Thin<)1- too** ThrouEi-* y'o'JR- PoCkbt 5 \ A6Ain - yoyJ &Ave a lot of TiCKE-T Sfua^S I NOTICIT / ^ MEU Th« Trow T i ( <Soi*^6 To FLY OPEN iYSCI-P I VOU C*** T FikID T*-«e KEY | Wtu HAOC Tb break Th«s I \ Lc;C<k " IT5 A Prctty" 'j— 1 Tmim6 ( MUST Saw'/ J V_— * * ^^ „ l ' |Jn£fiT t* havb Jo~e \ ThimS* ouT °p Tm*t T),UNk I amD JuS'r p©*<*j6 at Thc , I LoCm vui Tm P»j 6e n. & / l I5*J‘T 6oiki<3 To DC A JPeoK V_ op <5oo*> 1 cam Tta y ■ '-—-T 'fou IT HAT £_ AS lA/nr x>o*J t \bo calc a ■ Roft-rcR oft ioMeTHiNfi — i yjpy we> ajot accomplismim^ \ A ThinC, HOWARD-1 --' r—.—•— ItJ You« Trooscrls (^cp \ Pocket *i_l The I There \ Time WASN'T. IT <j\ -7,5 ~r~ VJ I Think Toy ri on* ©fX. Tne mojt Camuss men ) i e^e« K^ew •,. Xoo ifffMJ * To HAv/C aJO JBMir _ o" *, pp5RDN3iBaiTy mm*~>^1 ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield \ Change of IHet - __ " ' 1 • IWf \ OUST FEEL L\KE QO^tCC, ||§[ »n Some place Akt> get a W i nice cup of coffee - ELSE , for just om.v| SPIKE 5 J . 'I rBEANE.RX/5 ~-.W Am, oT^ • I COURSE —^ l WHtRE'S HERE ,\1HE MENUiV lost. Cordelia's moment was come, and swiftly she struck. You think Jerry Plimpton will marry you'.' Marry you after you have i told hint Francois is y our child? your Illegitimate child?' The devastating .Gludys swayed back. Her flaming rage was gone as a candle that is suddenly blown uct Her tense figure loosed as though i were aisjut to collapse, her livid feag tures liecame gray and gaped and twitched with idiot looseness her green eyes now blinked with stupefy ing fear and horror. "How—how did you—find it out? she finally asked, in a choked whisper. “I was told.” "But—they all promised they would never tell!” The nest moment Gladys was abject - ly clutching Cordelia, wildly pawing her, pouring out a frantic jumble of words. “You must never tell. Coi - della! Promise me you'll never tell! Please! For God's sake! It would ruin me—I couldn’t stand it—and I dot t deserve it’ I'll do anything you ask me to—J 'll givr you anything—an' - tiling! Please! For God's sake.” The very sight of this cringing co-' ering creature, the instant before so arrogantly insulting, made Cor delia feel sick. She wanted to throw off those clutching hands, close be eves against that slavering face. Bn’, before she could reply to Gladys, I Gladv* had entered a new phase. 1 "It's a lie. Cordelia! He is not tr.v j child! I swear it! He's Esthers I They've put it on me to shield her. j To shield her! Just because by a • I cusing me and threatening me they can make me pay money! I even have I to pay Esther. It's the Gods truth. ! I swear it! Y'ou ielieve me. Cordel - !—...f course you believe me A Mean Attack. 1 Cordelia pulled away from ti '..ands that had alternately clutched .ml imploringly patted he; I "Don't lie like thaC I "It's not a lie. It's the G.-u * Uui . Cordelia! It's the God's truth! 1 swear it!" There was a knock at Cordelia s door. Again Gladys was . Urging ly Cordelia, whispering frantieall' "Don’t make a sound! Den t an swer!" "Come in!" Cordelia called. The door opened and Esther en tered, wearing a dressing gown • [ thought I heard Gladys in a temper at you. Cordelia, and I though.’ Id better come in and stop hei Esther said. And then with surprise she noted the attitude of the pa Gladys imploringly holding to Cor delia! "Why this sudden change' What's it all been about?" “Don't sav a word, Cordelia Gladys gastxed quickly. ' Please. I never told that before to anybody, and I'll never let it go any further. Not a word, please—for Esther s sake. "What is it?” Esther demanded sharply. Cordelia’s reply was drawn front her not alone by Esthers question, she saw in this new development of the situation her opportunity to learn yet more of the truth. "I had learned that Glades was the mother of Francois, and told her sc. She was just denying it and was say ing you were his mother." Esther crossed, took Gladys by one shoulder and looked squarely and sternly into the frightened face for a lone moment. Gladys’ gaze wavered and fell. "I—I lost my head," Gladys stam mered in a whisper. "It's—it s true about nie. Cordelia.'’ Esther loosed her hold upon her stepsister and turned to Cordelia. "How did you learn of this?" Cordelia had had her answer pre pared these many days, and it came out with convincing simplicity, and in a manner to awaken no supieion that all this might be the result of preparn tion and part of a great plan. An Apology. "I told Gladys that some one haf told me. That was not true: I was angry when I said it. The fav’ merely is that 1 had noted a likenes; between Gladys and Francois, and a possibility had popped into my head A w hile ago Gladys came in here and* was very insulting. I completely lost my temper and struck back accusing her of being 1 rancols- mother. Sh* admitted it With me. the whole thing was Just a shot in the dark that chanced to strike the target. That's all there is to It. Vnd I'm sorry that I lost niv temper.'’ Cordelia perceived thst her e\p!»; tion had entirely convinced the two. Again Gladys was eagerly fan n irtg upon her. "It’s not so bad a* you think. Cordelia. You know only the worst; its not fair to me to bate vou think the worst of me. And sin< you know the worst. 1 want you to know all of It. Then you'll see th I’m not really to- blame, the lurk ■» la-en unfair to me all the wax through. l.istcn—I’ll tell > ou the whole story." Hut Just then soft steps wn-e 1 crossing the room. Tho three '\o' whirled about, coming toward tin was Mitchell. He had enteiid end closed the door so notse!e**l> that they had not guess-d his p;e,, "What are you doing here* ’ 1!- er demanded sharply. Cordelia had long been wanting o see the butler's face when it would not be the fa e of the 1 idler She h*o her wish The fare was keen, si t smiling, with cool. east , ironical i-x t humor of one who feels himself t a thorough master. In this unmasking smile tn this real Mitchell w hich Co; - dell* Celt She was gtlmp*:ng for th* first time, there was nothing .brutal, nothing ' ulgar, nothing menacing Mitchell was a,villain and a • undobtedly Cordelia thougbt- but a gentlemanly devil. iTp Re ton tin oe*1 Tomorrow i $ for Jw*t on* Inf. Ti-.i-n Micro * ' * Kthrr ouch wevk. Soiidiour Inf . tr> tin Locol l.»f IMILm Th« Omni.a j Bo*. — --