THE OMAHA BEE: TUESDAY. JUNE UO, 1922.
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CHAPTER VIII.
An Early Call.
Mrs. Woodpecker flew to her
neighbor, Mr. Flicker'! tree, and
rapped, tap-Up-tap-tap. She didn't
rap gently, either. She was not in
a gentle mood. She intended to
hnd out why Mr. Flicker had called
to Keddy Woodpecker, "Good morn
ing, my dear!"
Mr. Flicker promptly stuck her
head out of her door.
"My husband is not at home," she
said. And then she vanished.
"Well, the very ideal What a re-
It was just is h tali
mark to make to me!" cried Mrs.
Woodpecker. "As if I'd call on a
gentleman 1" Being angrier than
ever, she rapped harder than before.
Again Mrs. Flicker peered out.
Again she spoke.
"Did you wish to leave a message,
Mr. Woodpecker?" she inquired.
"I'm not Mr. Woodpecker 1 I'm
Mrs. Woodpecker!", shrieked the
caller.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! My! My! My!"
exclaimed Mrs. Flicker, who was
greatly astonished. "I beg your
pardon! Excuse me! It's my mis
take." "It certainly isn't mine," said Mrs.
Reddy Woodpecker. "It seems to
me you're making a good many mis
takes this morning, madam."
Mrs. Flicker looked very unhappy.
She wasn't used to being called
'madam.' She could see that Mrs.
Woodpecker was furious. She want
ed to be friends with Mrs. Wood
pecker. "You and Mr. Woodpecker look
very much alike," Mrs. Flicker said
to her angry caller. "When one of
you peeps out of your house it's
hard to tetl who's who. Just now
when I came to my doorway, I could
see only your head. And I thought
it was your husband. When I spoke
to your husband a few minutes ago,
I thought it was you."
Mrs. Woodpecker stared at her
neighbor for a few moments. Some
how she thought Mrs. Flicker must
be telling the truth.
"It s your red caps, I think, Mrs.
Itcker went on. "They make vou
look like twins."
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Woodpeck
er. "I hadn't thought of that. What
can we do?" Her anger had sud
denly left her.
"My husband and I have things
arranged," Mrs. Flicker told her call
er. Now, you never have mistaken
him for me, have you?"
"No!"
"Nor me for him?"
"No!" ;
"Do you know the reason?" Mrs.
Flicker asked.
"No! No! I can't say I-do," re
plied Mrs. Woodpecker eagerly.
"Well," said Mrs. Flicker, "my
husband wears a black mustache. . .
And of course I don't," she added.
"That's it!" cried Mrs. Wood
pecker. "I hadn't realized it. But
it s so. And I must tell my husband
to wear a mustache. It's the only
safe way to avoid trouble. Then
people can surely tell us apart."
Then Mrs. Woodpecker hurried
away to speak to her husband. She
was surprised that he didn't take
kindly to her suggestion.
"I don't want to wear a mustache,"
he objected.
"But you must!" she insisted.
"Why don't you wear one?" he in
quired. "It would do just as well."
"Don't be silly!' she snapped.
"Ladies never wear mustaches."
"Yes, they do," he replied.
"No. they don't!" she disputed.
Well, he saw at once that it was
useless to argue with her.
"Come with me a moment, my
dear! Reddy begged her.
he thought he was going some
where to get a mustache. So of
course she hurried after him.
Reddy Woodpecker stopped be
side Farmer Green's barn.
"There!" he said, as he waved a
wing towards a great poster that
was pasted upon the side of the
barn. "Do you see that lady? She
has a mustache and a beard, too."
It was just as he said. Mrs.
Woodpecker couldn't help admitting
that, to herself. And though she
didn't speak to Reddy the rest of
that day, he was satisfied. For she
didn't mention mustaches to him
again.
"It was lucky for me," he thought, (
"that the circus came to these parts
this summer."
(Copyright 1K.)
CHAPTER IX.
Mrs. Robin Worries.
Though the Flickers welcomed
Reddy Woodpecker when he came to
live in Pleasant Valley, there was
hardly another bird family that
wasn't sorry to see him settle there.
Among all the feathered folk on
Farmer Green's place, the Robin
family . was perhaps the sorriest.
They had a nest of eegs in the or
chard, in a crotch of an old apple
tree. And it was on just such trees
that Reddy Woodpecker spent a
great deal of his time, hunting for
grubs.
Tolly Robin himself might not
have paid much heed to Reddy. But.
Mrs. Robin was a great worrier.
Often she worried over nothing at'
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all. And now that he had had a
(ew talks with timid little Mr C hip
py about , the newcomer, Reddy
Woodpecker. Mr. Robin firmly be
lieved that he had come to the farm
expressly to rob her of her four
greenish-blue eggs. After each talk
with Mrs. Chippy, Mrs. Rohin came
home all a ilutirr. ' .
"We'll have to watch sharp!" she
said to Jolly Robin again and again
"This Woodpecker person is a ras
cal. It's a pity we built here in the
orchard. "We'd have been safer on
top of one of the posts under Farm
er Green's porch."
"I mentioned that very place,"
Jolly reminded her. "But you were
afraid of Miss Kitty Cat."
Not a day passed without some
such words between them. Jolly did
what he could to calm his wife's
fears. He stayed near home all the
timej when often he would have
liked to fly across the meadow and
chat with friends who lived, on the
edge of the woods. .
Reddy Woodpecker never started
to rap on a tree but Mrs. Rohin set
up a loud twitter, begging Jolly to
hurry back to the nest. '
He was powerfully patient with
her. Yet he couldn't help hoping, se
cretly, for the day when his family
should be grown up and able to look
out for themselves. '
But if Mrs. Robin was a,u.xious
her eggs, her worry was nothing
compared with what it became when
the nestlings broke through their
shells.
"This is the finest family m t.ie
whole valley," she confided to her
husband. "I know that terrible
Woodpecker person will steal these
a
"Hs a fruit eate! Mrs. Robin
told Jollw.
children if he can."
If the youngsters didn't peep for
food their mother feared they were
ill. If they did peep she feared
Reddy Woodpecker would hear them.
"He's such a dangerous person!" she
would exclaim. "I wonder if he
eats anything except eggs and nest
lings!" "Yes, ineed," Jolly assured her
Problems That Perplex
Aniwered by
BE Al RICE FAIRFAX.
A Question of Justice.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I have read
your advice to others and am com
1ns to you for advice also. I am a
high school girl of the senior class,
18 year's of age. Several weeks ago
I went to church with a young man
from a neighboring town, and two
of my girl friends and two boy
friends of this boy. After church
we went driving and didn't reach
home until 12 o'clock. Of course
my mother didn't appreciate the late
hour, and, Miss Fairfax, 1. too,
know it was entirely too late, but
the main question is: This boy's
parents are not very well educated,
and his mother and father when
young had poo reputations. But,
Miss Fairfax, why would this boy
be the same? . I have known him
for three months and mother
thought It perfectly all right until
the night of my late home-coming.
This boy treated me as nice, or even
better, than the boys of my own
town whose parents are good Chris
tian people. This young man has
written to me many times, but my
mother won't let me answer his let
ters. How could I tell him why X
cannot answer his letters or accom
pany him at any time?
MARY JANE.
It is hard when the sins of the
fathers hurt the reputations of their
children, and in this case it may be
entirely unfair to the boy, but it is
not strange that your mother should
feel a little doubtful about him.
Can't you persuade her to give the
boy another chance by letting him
come to your own home to see you?
It seems to me that she owes it to'
you and to him to form her judg
ment of him from personal knowl
edge of his character rather than
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again and again. "He ett grubs,
which he finds in the trees. And
he rats inects, which he catches in
the air."
"Thank goodies!" Mrs. Robin
murmured. But her relief was short
lived. For she happened to meet lit
tle Mrs. Chippy one day and learned
another bit of distressing news ahoul
Reddy Woodpecker, "lie's a fruit
eater!" Mrs. Robin told Jolly. "And
you know we've been depending on
the Taspberrie for our children."
A few days later he came home
in a dreadful slate of mi,nd.
"I went to take a look at the rasp
berry patch," she explained to her
good husband. "I knew the berries
would soon be ripe. In fact I've
had my eye on one that was almost
ready to be nicked. And what do
you think? Kight( before mv own
eyes that ruttianly Reddy Wood
pecker nicked it and ate it himself."
"Dont worry about that!" said
Jolly Robin.
But Mrs. Robin insisted on worry
ing: nothing he said could stop her.
"Reddy Woodpecker is taking the
food out of our children's mouths!"
she wailed. "You'll have to drive
him away front the raspberry patch!
You'll have to fight him!"
Now, Jolly Robin hardly thought
that he was a match for Reddy
Woodpecker. So when his wife gave
him those orders he began to worry,
himself.
Pfayer Each Day
Th Lord loveth the rlfht.out. P.
W:S.
O Lord, onr God! We present
ourselves to Thee in the Name of
Jesus Christ Thy Son, our Saviour
Give us a joyous sense of our ac
ceptance with Thee in Him. May
the Spirit of Thy Son In us now cry
"Abba: Father."
We would know Thee more ajid
more. Reveal Thyself to us in
creasingly in Thy Word, and in the
Spirit of Jesus, our Lord. We would
love Thee; show us Thy love. We
will then trust Thee always, and we
will serve Thee in all we think and
say and do. Accept and seal us in
all this, our Heavenly Father. Lov
ing and serving Thee, we will love
and serve all Thy creatures, and es
pecially our fellow men as members
of the great family of God on earth.
We will regard none of our powers
or possessions as our own. We will
reck every one the other's good, and
"thus fulfill the law of Christ." Every
day fulfill Thy Will and ac
complish Thy purpose in and
through us, and thus prepare us to
meet Thee, and be with Thee, and
be filled with Thee, and made Thy
instruments in ever higher, richer,
and more blessed service, through
eternity.
We ask this not for ourselves
alone, but for all Thy people, and fi
nally for all mankind, through Jesus"
Christ, our Lord. Amen. v
KEV. J. R. JOHNSTON",
Preston, Ont., Canada,
Edward Rosewater, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Victor Rosewater, leaves next
Sunday to attend summer camp at
Harrison, Me. He will join his
family later in Philadelphia where
they will make their permanent
home. Mrs. Rosewater and her
daughter will leave for Philadelphia
the first week in July.
from what she has heard of his
father and mother. Of course, she
doesn't want you to take any
chances, .and the midnight escapade
snook her confidence in him, but
she might be willing to let you see
him in your own home. If not, the
kindest thing you could do for him
i? to simply let the acquaintance
drop, for the situation is not' one
you could explain to him without
making him feel bitter. After all.
you do not care deeply about him.
do you? It is not worth making an
issue over the matter between your
mother and yourself unless he
means a great deal to you.
The More Friends the Merrier.
Dear Miss Fairfax: We are two
girl chums coming to you for advice.
We are considered good looking and
are 16. We are in love with two
good looking boys. Do you think It
i3 proper to keep company with
these two-boys, and If there Is any
harm in kissing them good night?
Also, do you think it would be better
to go with many friends or keep
steady ones? Please answer our
questions in The Bee. CHUMS.
I don't think you are deeply in
love. Chums, and, or course, you
would be little sillies to limit your
acquaintance to two boys. There is
no harm in going out with them
sometimes if you like them, but I
most certainly wouldn't kiss them
good night. There is nothing more
pointless than that kind of philan
dering. Make as many friends as
you can. The wider your circle, the
better time you will have.
Box 90: Really, my dear, you will
have to make up your own class
song. You can't expect an overwork
ed official adviser to be a poet, too.
What is the trouble with your local
talent?
SSs i
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My Marriage Problems
Adela Garrison's Htw rhats of
"REVELATIONS OF A WIFE"
(Copyright lIt
The Disconcerting Request Madge's
Father Made of Her.
We did not see anything of Allen
Puke lor forty-eight hours follow
ing his arrival and our ludicrous ex
perience with Katie. By "we." I
mran all the members of the house
hold except my father, who
beckoned me into the library in the
late forenoon of the day after our
conference, closed the door after
him and said apologetically:
"Daughter, dear, I am alraul I am
going to cause you trounir, out
Allen is having some difficulty with
the code Mr. Underwood gave
him, and he will not leave his room,
as you know, until he has deciphered
them, or exhausted all his skill. Will
it inconvenience you too much to
have Katie set a tray of food out
side Allen's door whenever he asks
for lood until he gets ready to join
us again?"
Indeed, no. I returned heartily.
glad to do anything my father asked
me, but there lurked m my con
science a vague little feeling of re
sentment at Allen Drake. That his
mentality as well as his power and
resourcefulness are unusual, I ad
mitted, but I could not help the
feeling that the brilliant agent of
the government secret service was
inclined to be what Dicky would
term "decidedly up stage."
"Don't .have her knock." my
father continued. "Nothing dis
turbs Allen so much as a summons
like that. I know his ways, and can
find out when I can get him to take
.1 niniiiiiiii uiiiifviin
some food. But it means much
extra work for Katie, (or Allen is
almost never ready -to eat at the
regular mealtime, yet when he doe
get hungry he needs hot nourishing
food, daintily prepared, for you
know how fastidious he is. And
then at night he, of course, will have
to have a vacuum bottle of hot cof
fee and some sort of light lunch.
Really, dear, it is like asking you to
run a short-order restaurant."
Hi apologetic words and manner
pushed momentarily into the back
ground the dismay I felt at the
formidable culinary problem he had
outlined. But when I had assured
him with almost too vehement pro
testations that there would be not the
slightest difficulty in carrying out
his orders, and he had left me in the
library, I sank into a chair consider
ing blankly how I should manage
Katie in these new demands upon
her.
Madge's Dilemma.
While I believe Katie would do
anything in the .world to help me ir
she thought it necessary to save me
from death or disaster, yet she is as
temperamental as any operatic or
dramatic star when it come to extra
kitchen work for people whom she
dislikes. That she loathes Allen
Drake I well knew, and that I would
need every .bit of my resourceful
ness to keep her from needlessly an
noying him about the meals she
would prepare for him, I was also
certain.
Why was it necessary, I asked
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it if i'sr 1
myself fiercely yet with a feeling
of disloyalty which I could not shake
off to to pamper tliiw particular
member of the service? My father
jaked for no such special considers
1 tion, neither did Lillian. Yet I knew
' by my father's manner that he con
sidered thi attention to Mr. Drake
to he absolutely necessary.
1 he door opruerf and Uilian came
into the room, stopping abruptly at
she hw me.
"Oh! Pardon!" the said. Am I dis
turbing you?"
"N'o. On the contrary. I need a
confidante or I shall explode in an
other minute."
She eyed me keenly and drew a
chair near mine.
"Behold the bett little safety-valve
in the world," the said. "Now, what't
on yur mind, old dear?"
The Slight Variation."
"I ought to be ashamed to let it
trouble me," I said apologetically,
"but father just told me that Mr.
Drake would not come to hit meals
for an indefinite period. He declared
that Mr. Drake must have a tray of
hot food, specially prepared and
daintily served at any unusual hour
the fancy strikes him, for be it al
most never ready to eat at meal
limes, and that whenever he happens
to be hungry"
"Don't give me any more of the
harrowing details." Lillian laughed.
"I . can imagine the rest, including
th hot coffee at night and the stip
ulation that no one must knock in
advertently at the gifted gentleman!
door. Vou want to be thankful that
Allen didn't require Junior to be
muzzled. At that"
Her mirthful expression changed
to a thoughtful one.
"I don't know but it would be a
good idea to keep Junior and Ma
rion away from the house as much
a possible. Allen's gall is monu
mental when he has anything extra
in the way of a problem, but his re
sults are usually worth any incon
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Let the
venience to other people. Still I
can imagine the job you would have
ahead of you with Katie, She'll put
ipecac in his soup if you don't look
out. By the way I wonder"
I watched her fare change from
reflective deliberation to mirthful
certainty. Then ihe sprang up and
patted my shoulder gleefully.
"Do vou know, 1 believe this is
where Allen' colossal conceit gett a
bit of a jolt." she taid. "Do you re
member his contemptuou referrncc
to the Might variation?' I'll bet you
anything you want to name that it's
attacking hit goal."
New Officer.
The Nebraska auxiliary to the
Spanish War Veterans elected Ihe
following department officers at the
15th annual encampment of Spanish
War Veterant and their auxiliariet at
Hastings last week: Mr. Florence
White, Bethany, president; Mrs.
Emma Ross, Grand Island, senior
vice president; Mrs. Mary 1 tanner.
North Platte, junior vice president;
Mrs. Sadie Dean, Lincoln, chaplain;
Mrs. Agnes Smarha, Lincoln, patriotic
instructor; Mrs. Cora Marliu, Oma
ha, historian; Miss (iertrude Martin,
Omaha, conductor; Mrs. Carrie Mar
oney, Omaha, assistant conductor.
Mrs. Alice Brat, Omaha, musician;
Mrs. Dorothy Hinsly, Lincoln, guard.
For Mitt Reid.
Fornler pupils of Saunders school
and their mothers wiy entertain at
a I o'clock luncheon Thursday at
Happy Hollow club !n honor of Miss
Mary Keid, retiring principal of
Franklin school, who w as principal at
Saunders for several years.
Further information may be ob
tained from Mrs. E. G. McGilton,
Harney 3531, or Mrs. John Robbins,
Harney 1452, who are in charge of
the affair. All former pupils and
their mothers are invited.
T is our earnest desire that
you become thoroughly fa
miliar with "QUAKER
BOY". The name and character
selected as most nearly typifying
the quality, purity and whole
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Sincerely Yours
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Sioux City Laborers
Demand 50c an Hour
.sioux City. U, June 19 A gen.
rral ramrtalsn tn enforce a mini
mum wage of 50 centt an hour lor
laborer, both union and nonunion,
is to be waged aggressively in Sioux
City.
A mas meeting of all union and
nonunion worker ha been sched
uled for July 7. at Ihe labor temple,
(or Ihe putpose of considering way
and mean of enforcing payment of
the propoted Increase.
Assault Charge Sequel
to DiMtute Over Tax Bill
Alliance, Neb.. June !. A com
plaint tharging assault, sworn to by
Harry P. t outsey, local auctioneer,
ha been filed against County As
sessor John Pilkington in county
court. Trouble arose when Coursey
went to the courthouse to have
tax matter adjusted. The short and
ugly word "liar" is said to have fig
ured prominently in the argument,
following which vilkington't heavy
cane descended upon Coursey's hand,
causing a painful injury. Pilking
ton waived service of a warrant for
his arrest and a hearing will be heard
in county court June 20. at 10 a; m.
Woman Alderman Elected
Mayor of Iowa City, la.
Iowa City. Ia., June 19. Miss
Harvat, for the past 15 months an
a!derman-at-large, was unanimously
elected mayor of Iowa City thit
morning at a special session of the
city council. She succeeds lngallt
Swisher, w ho resigned yesterday fol
lowing his dismissal Saturday of
Mike Malone as chief of police.
A "Situations Wanted" advertise
ment in The Bee will work all day
for you for only a few cimet.
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