Thv. HOME CIRCLE INSTRUCTIVE, ENTERTAINING AND AMUSING READING FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY BEDTIME STORY £ By THORNTON W. BURGESS THE HUNTER LOSES HIS TEMPER THE hunter, hidden near the pond of Paddy the Heaver, chuckled silently. That Is to say, he laughed without making any aound. He had watched Mr. and Mrs. Quack feeding along the edge of the pond dawn toward Paddy’s dam, behind the end of which Red dy Fox had been hidden. Reddy had been waiting for those Ducks Just as the hunter himself was waiting for Llghtfoot the Deer. Then along came Sammy Jay and spied Reddy Mr. and Mrs. Quack Called Their Thanks to Sammy. Fox. At once he hnd begun to scream at the top of Ida lungs, "Thief! Thief I Thief!” Mr. and Mrs. Quack had understood him perfectly. They swam out to the middle of the pond while Iteddy Fox, knowing that It wus useless to stay longer with Sammy Jay about, had snarled angrily and then taken himself off through the Green Forest. The hunter thought It a great Joke on Iteddy. To tell the truth, he was very much pleased. He wanted those Ducks himself. He suspected that they would stay In that pond for some days, and he planned to return there and shoot them after he had got Llghtfoot the Deer. He wanted to get Light foot first, and he knew that to shoot at anything else might spoil his chance of getting u shot at Light foot. “Sammy Jay did me a good turn,” thought the hunter, “although he doesn't know It. Iteddy Fox cer tainly would have caught one of those Ducks hnd Sammy not come along Just when he did. It would have l>een n shame to have one of them caught by that fox. I mean GB3UG*G>S» / I "It’s reasonable when you dope out the reason why lightning never strikes twice In the same place,” says brainy Bertha, “the same place Just Isn't there any more after the lightning visits It once." 0 Bell Syndicate—WNU Service. to get one and, I hope, both of them myself." Now when you come to think of It, It would have been a fur greater shame for the hunter to have killed Mr. and Mrs. Quack than for Iteddy Fox to have done so. Iteddy wns hunting them because he was hun gry. The hunter would have shot them for sport. lie didn’t need them. He hud plenty of other food, [teddy Fox never kills Just for the pleasure of killing. So the hunter continued to sit In his hilling place with very friendly feelings for Snirnny Jay. Sammy watched Iteddy Fox disappear and then flew over to that side of the pond where the hunter was. Mr. and Mrs. Quack called their thanks to Sammy, to which he replied that he had done no more for them than he would do for anybody, or than they would have done for hlin. For some time Sammy sat quietly In the top of the tree, hut all the time Ills sharp eyes were very busy. By and by, he spied the hunter sit ting on the log. At first he couldn’t make out Just what It was he was looking at It didn't move, never theless Sammy wns suspicious. Presently, he flew over to a tree where he could see better. Bight away he spied the terrible gun and he knew Just what It was. Once more he hegan to yell, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” at the top of his lungs. It wns then that the hunter lost his temper, lie knew that, now he had been discovered by Sammy Jay. It was useless to remain there. He was angry clear through, lie no longer hnd n friend ly feeling for Sammy Jay. © T. W Hume**.—WNU Service. Renaissance Gown Tins lovely renaissance gown Is In Titian red stiff velvet, with belt of cut glided leather. It Is from Luclle Party. Father of Cathedral Music Thomas Tallis, horn before 1515, was called the father of English ca thedral music. He is known to have become organist at Waltham Ab bey, where, on the dissolution of the monastery In 1540, he received in compensation for the loss of his preferment 20 shillings for wages and 20 shillings for rewnrd. In the library of the British museum Is preserved n volume of treatises on music, on the last page of which appears his autograph—the only specimen known. Only Once in n Million Times HKUIC Is a proud Guernsey cow on the Argllla furin at Ipswich, Mass., and the triplets to which she recently gave birth. They were named Tom, Dick and Harry. Authorities say that triplets are born to cows ouly once In a million births. Through JEAN NEWTON A WOMAN’S EYES WE LIVE DAY BY DAY ** A SHOUT life and a merry ** one,” says the prodigal. So he spends pot only Ids money, with out thought of provision for the rainy day, but also Ids energy. Ids henlth and his strength. He does usually manage to have what he cnlls a merry life and also a short one. And all that can be hoped for the people whose hopes and ex pectation of happiness go no fur ther than “a short life and a merry one" Is thnt their way of living may not shorten other lives than their own, that their pursuit of pleasure may not drag Into Its maelstrom the lives of others who are hound to them by love, though their own ldeus of happiness and of the meaning of life are very dif ferent. So much for the prodigals, the wasters. Their mistake Is in think Ing only of today, never of tomor row. And no one will again say thnt It is a mistake. Strange, then. Is It not. that there should he people of the opposite turn of mind, those who think only of the future and not at all of to day. who are Just as far ofT the track thnt leads to satisfaction and happiness. I am thinking of the people who are so preoccupied with their alms for the future that they forget thnt life Is lived day by day. The man whose efforts to amass wealth leave him no time or thought to make friends with his family. Is. ot course, a familiar example. But there are others. There Is the mother so occupied with thought! of her children’s future, of whal she wants them to become, thnt she misses the pleasures of living wltli them through their childhood stages There are children who allow theli ambition, their work and study which In future Is to bring theli parents Joy, to absorb them so thnt they become ns strangers to thost parents. C B«U Syndlrat* -WNU Servlc*. The Host of a Rabbit Dinner \ WOOLP i\tt TO H/WE WAJT $lxO»‘tW 1 PCErttl THOSt THAT ABE WOT wmt HEAP *cmD "i J THE FORSAKEN By DOUGLAS MALLOCH i