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Peter Rabbit's Startling Surprise.
As had been the case ever since he
could rent ember, Peter Rabbit had
spring fever. He just had to go roam
ing around. He Just had to. You see
there was so much to be seen and so
many ol<i friends to greet that It
would have broken Peter's heart to
have been obliged to stay in the dear
Old Briarpatch all the time.
So it happened that his wanderings
brought him to the fenre between
Farmer Brown's cornfield'and the
I Green Meadow s. II* hopped along
close to the fence until he reached a
corner where there was a big pile of
old cornstalks. There Peter sat down
to try to ntake up his mind where to
go next. He always felt quite safe
right there, because there was a place
for him to get underneath those corn
stalks if an enemy should unexpected
ly appear. So Peter Rabbit sat. down
with his hack to the pile of corn
stalks.
"Hello, Peter Rabbit!" cried a thin,
squeaky voice behind him. It made
I’cter jump a little because it startled
him so. But w hen he turned his head
to see who had spoken he jumped
even more. A small person In a gray
coat was sitting right back of him.
looking at him with twinkling black
ey«*s. They were very small eyes, for
4 his was a very small person But
there was no mistaking the twinkle
In those eyes
It was a go*>d minute before Peter
could find his tongue. "Who—who—
who are you?" he stammered at lsat.
"Yoh are the living image of an old
friend of mine "
The little ey»s of the small person
in gray twinkled so that It seemed
a» if little sparks of mischief actually
flew from them. "Why shouldn't I
be the living Image of that old friend,
seeing that lie and I are one and the
■amt?" he squeaked.
“That old friend is dead." replied
Peter very solemnly. "His name was
Danny Meadow Mouse, and he Is
dead. Something happened to him
last fall." -
My, my. how the little black eyes
of the little fellow In gray did
twinkle! "What happened to him?”
ho asked.
"1 don't know," replied Peter. "Ail
I know Is that he disappeared and
hasn’t been seen since. Y’ou know
well enough that when a Meadow
Mouse disappears he has been killed.
i’erhspe you sre one of hie children
grown to look like him
I fanny Meadow Moure turned >r-4
poked hi* bead in at tlie entrain > o
a little path under the pile of cor
stalks. • Nanny,” he called in h s
fu^ny, squeaky toice. ”Nann> do
you know that I am dead
•’Stop talking nonsense ' replied a
.•harp voice and this ' oice wag also
squeaky.
•Tm not talking nonsense » •
torfed Danny. •Peter Rabbir Is out.
here and he says 1 am dead And
Peter ought to know, i onie out here
ond tell him What you think about
lit.”
Right away another little person in
gray appeared beside Itanir Again
Peter gave a jump of -tartJed sur
prise. This small person wa. the
living image of Nanny Me >dow
Mouse. "But you are dead, mo lie
cried.
Danny and Nanny began to laugh.
They laughed and laughed and la .fil
ed and laughed. And all the tim*
Peter sat staring at them in absohrs
unbelief.
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CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT
By LEROY SCOTT. ,
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(CMtiiKd from Yesterday.)
He had never touched a penny
of the great fortune of Gladys moth
er—which included the large fortune
left by her father—and on her moth
er's death, when Gladys wag 17. in
school at Harcourt Hall, the fortune
had passed on intact to Gladys un
der a will (its character due largely
to the suggestions of Mr. Hlevensi
which provided that the entire estate
should lie in the control of trustees,
save only the income, until Gladys
had married or reached 25, in either
of which events the principal was
to come fnto her,unhampered posses
sion. The trustees were also named
as guardians of Gladys' personal well
being.
Time and her father* death had
softened Eether'e resentment, and out
of sense of duty to her father she
had resigned in a Los Angeles high
School to become mother, aunt, older
sieter, chaperon, what-not, to the
17-year-old product of the socially
ambitious mother and of Miss Har
court's widely admired institution.
When, after her graduation in 191G.
Gladjs became captivated with the
idea of being a nurse in the very
|smart hospital of the very chic Coun
tess de Crecy ithen in America cam
..a'gnlnc for funds and volunteersl,
Esther had also gone as a nurse and
had remained in Fiance with Gladys
for three years.
While there she had co-jointly with
Gladys legally adopted the infant
Francois, whom they had t i*en from
one of the many Paris institutions
that the war was constantly over
crowding with parentless children.
Gladys had made -her work as h s
lorian of her step-sister us brief as
.possible. Hbe was eager to g’-t to
her own affairs.
’ "Cordie. as I told you. I've (-eon
.herding by myself too •much these
hast two or three year-, and I feel
I've l>een all wrong. (Jh. of Course,
j I had good reasons,'' she justified
herself. This last carte out with a
'ense suddennes-. blit she did not
1 n large upon her reasons. "But I
■ant stand things that way any
longer. I ve got a new program
scheduled. I'm going out a lot. and
there's going to te> some life at this
place. lads and lots uf people. That's
what I want you to help do—put life
Unto this place.
Making Plan*.
"To do just this had long been
Cordelia's business as a guest, huu
ran count on me to do what 1 can
And I think you are right in de
riding to have your friends about
yOu."
"I've spoke# to a few already." She
hesitated. "Jerry Plimpton has prom
ised to conic. But when lie prom
ised. he. of ootlree, knew you were
to b# here.*'
"What 1 said About him that tllght
out at Jackie Thorndike's still goes
with me, Gladys. You and I are not
| icolng to hav e any difficulty about
I a man."
j I'ntil almost midnight they d,*
- ussed plans for the social revolution
at Rolling Meadows. Long after she
was in bed Cordelia lav thinking about
this household whirh for its own
good, so she believed, she had been
set to study and to watch—Esther
Htevens—the unobtrusive, every-pres
ent Mitchell—tha ehjlfl, Francois—
and. yes, Gladys. Home puzzling
questions emerged from her patient
thinking.
Why should Esther Ktevens. good
looking enough, by nature independ
ent, competent, any real or sentimen
tal obligation she may have owed
Gladys now fully paid .off. remain
here in what was practically ;t |>osi
'tion of deiwndence?-- for Gladv s had
again made plain that Esther had
loot a cent of her own. And Gladys
I lies self: now that she was concern
troting upon the matter, wasn't it
more and more odd that Gladys hr 1
maintained a rather distant attitude
toward her friends all these y ear* .*
At length, wearied with self-qur
Honing, Cordelia fell asleep, only in
find herself after a time sl'ting i»
in bed. suddenly awake, with (ho
sense that she had just heard ;i-o
sharp cry of a woman. Tills wvs
followed instantly by her dednileiv
hearing the commanding voice ol a.
man. The words she could not ma. e
out. She sat for a long moment
straining her ears, but after that
dominant male voice there was oni y
silence.
A Nig lit Adventure.
Obeying an impulse, she got quit -N
ly out of bed and into a dressing
gown and slippers. She crossed to
the door and cautiously peered forth. '
The hall was lighted but empty. She
stepped through the door, silently
closed it, and remained in a moment's
Indecision as to which direction her
search should take her. As she so
stood, around a corner toward he
came the noiseless Mitchell dressed
in the formal clothes he had worn
at dinner. • Startled, she shrank tack
again*:! the door, but he showed n*»
slightest surprise as he approached
her. •
"I* there something i can gel b
you, Miss Marlowe'* li* asi.e-1 .:i
his even voice.
She had recovered ‘ 'lough to 1 «
ready a fill explaining her lu'ev-rv o
abroad. "No, tiiank you, i couldn't
sleep, so 1 thought i d go out for
a little air."
"Francois lias been liuving a ■■
ic.--« nioht; I was just going to >•'
it I was needed," he said, and ’
a Imw he passed on.
To torn her till into the se;nbi.*i.'-*v
of truth, i.’oidelia went down and
stood on the porch for several > t
utes: then she slipped tack into Uc.
room and into bed. The man’s vc*u -
»he had hrerd had undoubtedly been
Mitchell's. Hut the woman's voice
if there really had been a voii-c—
had it hwen Gladys' ■: lister*
Fhe w '.sited Mr. Franklin hup 10-I
more open with her and given hi
more of Ills knowledge of tlie -•
lion in the household of hi* diet -
and her friend. It w.-» difficult
I belli Sir. v-unklin *tr« ghten out t . s
situation, darting as sl.e wn* in an’
ignorance. But Mr. Franklin was
Hght in the main fact In bad t
In i thei-e certainly was something1^
siiaiige here.
y*he thought and tlioouiv Morni- a
was besinnhig to break In'ore iter
tired brain slipped into a swoon of
weariness and she slept again. ' “i
when she woke her mind instantly e
turned to that outcry of a woman
t tie man's commanding voice—M.i
ehell prowling about fuliv dres* d.
Ant| again she considered the alti
tude of each toward tlieir M*W incred
non—the boy's ready aveplance of
llie cme of the neutral tinted but!”'
Ilager to Kfpwri.
Cordelia made a careful survey of
the other 13 servants at Rolling
Meadows. , They all seemed no n “i s
than just the better class of servants
that are to be found in rich families,
they respected Mitchell and gave bint
prompt obedience, for they recognised
him as nn able, experienced domestic,
’commander; none of them. Cordelia
Judged, had any part in the mystery
she sustxeoted. The same conclusion
she reached concerning Jeanne.
Jeanne was just a high type of the
well-trained French governess— noth
ing more, ixo all of them Cordeliw
dismissed from her consideration.
Mitchell, of the servants, was in
this mystery alone—If mystery there
really was. And every day her inter
est was more and more intrigued by
the butler. Was that butlers face
of his merely 'a mask? Did the mask
ever slip off? Wh.vT sort of person
would be revealed if ever that mask
did slip its strings?
A Great MjMery.
This Increased Interest v»*»s due
partlv to her sense that, from the
first dax. Mitchell liad severe! times
been watching her. She could feel
his eves intent upon her. She throb
bingly wondered if he suspected her;
suspected that slie suspex-ted him. But
when she quickly turned toward him.
\je was busy al>out some butler s task
and not even facing toward her, or
else he was approaching her. his face ,
its tisual butler's mask, with the offer
»f some trifling butler's service
There was armther Item that added
to her curiosity. On that first nlgbt
when Kranooi* had gone off so gladly
w-'th Mitchell. Gladys explained thin
willingness by saying that Francois
look to everybody. Cordelia noted
that this was not the fact. The boy.
got on well with all the servants,
but Mitchell was Ills preference over
them all. even over hi» governess. He
would even slip away front Gladye
and Esther to be with Mitchell.
To this study there came a brie
interruption, the reunion of the class
of t« of Haroourt Hall.
It was all so splendid to Cordelia.
It flushed her with warm affection fee
her friends, and with confidence m
her own powers. She felt that she
could do anything—anything'
-I'm no glad you were with u*
today Miss Cordelia." Miss Harcout '
said’III her model of drawing room
sraciousness "1 have designs on you.
X ciu know 1 still insider you oma
of the best products of Haroourt Hall
In fact the very best—and 1 am
tlwuvs talking abx>ut you. Can t V'u
run out again tomorrow? I'd Ik*
to arrange a little affair for "*»
to meet some of my younger Pr-s
informally. They haxe heard much
about you. they are very eager, ami
XV ill be’ highly complimented."
Cordelia was herself highly comp -
rated "I in very Sx>rry. Mias Maroour'
but my engagements wont pernv >
„,v , oniing Mis- Haroourt « va a so
deeply dlaappolntted 1-lttl* is-'iN*.
swld there w*» no time m a
Cordelia oxnigralul*ted Miss Hmxw
on the RUivess xxf the school durng
the x ear now ending and wished '
an endlesa sin-cession of soeeeasfio
x ear*.
(V« t%# I «>»li»«r<l 1 tim*rT«Vs)
