i BURGESS BEDTIME STORIES) __Bj THORNTON W. BI RtiI SS-•-—' Sammy Jay Bring* a Bit of N*wa. Sammy Jay la on early rlaar. He atari* out on hi* morning rounn* Ju«t *0 Poon *0 ha Ip Wr* that It Ip light enough to put on end to the hunting of llooty the Clwl. l.ong ego Hominy dterovered thiit not only doe* the eerly bird get the beet thlnge to eet with the !»est trouble, but he eleo haa a chance to learn a gTent deal that lazier people mlea. Ho It happened that Hammy arrive* very early one morning In the dear Old Briar Patch. Peter eaw him al once. "Good morning, Sammy Jay,' Mid ha. "What mischief bring* you over her# an early?" Patnmy a* one# pretended to bo In ilignanf. ‘Mlachlaf:" ho exclaimed "Mlachlaf! One would think I did nothing but gel In mlachlef I “And one wouldn't be very tar wrong at that,'' retorted Peter. Sammy knew that Peter waa only tending. Then, too, It wee too early In tha mnrninii to quarrel. 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YAW ToiP ME j KNOW IS HER FIRST fV«0V)T YESTERDAY - X / NAME '*5 " BiRDIE ' and cau-t GET A UN6 ON l her EP^T MAfOE BEGINS HER — You COOtOA w(TH a «v" -t W flENSEfABER HER IPST ‘ rem6mqeR That SWE (RAME ID 85 * LWC0 vulTH HER Nfl IM ANO VWW SHE CPU L» ,S*S ff»S WHEN IM J^ ^_. EATINfir “'-v^ Touee tost the- kind COUlO \ Cf A COCOMEeR HfeR m as Thk piano mother would want 1. . . HER TO meet,.. You THA^S T £ WHKTS, 1 THE rHA>T VE^° J ^ ^ CO«H HOME | £ 1*24 mv Int*i» FrATum Swvtct. Iwc. * ] riELLO OR POW I H ‘S'CK ME * rsUK-be' y \_>•■---—r JERRY ON THE JOB A SEVERE TEST. Drawn or (C*pyrlB,it ,924) ^ j /AiCter 3SRW 5uh • 1 - f Oecou aaa eaanvsH Be'tt^ “ 0- HftO SO MOfftE' » v>rs" '-CS_r W'S { *mS“ 4-1 ' HE Orr BJEH £ememB6T^ \mmay H\S A5AM6" ^ (>««N(T,rJr ■ •*»; himself. "I picked up a hit of news, aald ha. Instantly Talers Ion* asrs stood straight up, and Peter sat up. “What la H?" he asked eagerly. "It Isn't mlachlef," aald Sammy Jay. Peter stamped Impatiently. "Alt right." said hs. "I'll take your word for «. What is It?" "Something you'd like to know," replied Sammy, his bright aye* tw Inkling "Of course." retorted Peter "Other wise I wouldn't ask what It Is. Is It retil news?" "That depends on what you cal! news," retorted Sammy. What Is news an} way, Peter?" "News la—is—well, it ia something that has Just happened, or what very few people know about." replied Peter. 1 "Then this is news.” declared Sam my In a very decided way. Peter was fairly dancing with Im patience. "Pleas* stop teasing me. Sammy Jay, and tell me what it is," he begged. "Will you take bark what you said about me always being in mischef?” demanded Sammy. "Of course," replied Peter. "You know very well, Sammy Jay. that 1 was only fooling." (Continued from Yesterdai.) Cordelia wan pleasantly flattered, but her response was a soft laugh of unbelief. T hardly thought you'd take going (nto pictures seriously—not with what you have before you," Brandon con ceded. ‘But lt'a nothing to be laugh ed at. The money end's not bad. I'm not paying any Mary Piekford sal aries, but among my people there are three girl* working for me—all really nobodiee—not one of whom had a fifth of the qualities to start with that you have right now; and of these three each girl cleared over i150,000 last year.” "So much aa that!” breathed Cor delia, mentally comparing the amount with her own income. “Not bad, is it. for juit letting some one point a camera at your face? It's worth thinking about, anyhow. Perhaps even you may some day change your mind. I want you to promise me one thing, in case you ever do." . " Ves?" "Promise lo give Brandon pictures the first ehane* at you. I'll offer you a better contract than any other producer." Again Cordelia laughed. "I guess I can promise that with perfect safety." “You just bear that in mind—I have vour promise! J.isten now”—and he smiled with that assurance, with that omniscience and omnipotence which are the gift and aura of motion pic ] ture directors and president!-—if you d come In with me, you'd soon be a star, writing your own salary check! And lhe Ml! boards everywhere would be saying 'Kyle Brandon presents Gor delia Marlpvve In Her Hearts Desire' You'll be i sensation! Wait and see!" Cordelia laughed again. Traffic be gan to move. “You’re coming out to Gladys Nor worth's for the week-end"’ she called. "I'm staying there now." She Seee Mistake. "Then of course I'll be there—to sign you up!" As she rolled slow Iv northward along the curb, Gordelia saw that which mad* her start. This was .Mit chell. walking south. Ills gaze was fixed casually over her head—she was certain he hed seen her; but he passed without meeting her eves. She ha-1 thought herself prepared for anythingj from Mitchell, but she was nonethe less surprised to see the butler strol ling along Fifth avenue in smartly tailored blue serge, with malacca stick and yellow gloves and looking as much the well groomed man of the world as any she might see that morning upon the avenue. Yes. ns Mr. Franklin had said Mit chell was decidedly a man to lie most carefully watched and studied. For a moment her mind went back to their little scene of the night be fore: his letting her in when she 1 ad thought herself locked out—the col lapse of her palsied legs, her absured sprawl upon the floor—the strong hands beneath her arms as he had bellied her un the stairway. And yes —that something he had started to tell h*r or ask her. and then had checked himself—what could that something have been* At 12 o'clock, Cordelia was in their: closed-up Park avenue apartment., talking to her mother. Mr* Marlowe, was a kindly, warm-hearted lady, and she had the greatest affection and* concern for her two daughters. She; i ,... _>—■ *— ___ ___ ___f Movie of a Man on a Southern Tee Briggs "j>0<56d>M* IF .THIS ism r ■PeftFeeriY' J.)FL 'GMTtruU " • Thi.s IS Tw* Lov/ueST 5Pot i O'® •' “ I AM GLAD To Be Alive AMD HAPPY ' * ev«RV-rm*J6 • * iiMrt-r Pertr^cT*' "hoorah! i Cam • Teg UP The old pilL’. " IP LlP« WM OWLY , LIKff TTnti ALWAYS. W MAT HAPPlN«5&,S ! " ■• ' "weu. - OP *LU C ~r~ 99 Th» i ('•prrlgki, 1(14. N V ?>ikk»i !•» " VMBLU I'M A-— „ WHAT IfJ -,“■* ? ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Her«hfield An KnjojaWe Evening For Able __— —. .—■.---'■ - " 1 ^—r f pyoo'i - fcw'f THINK* l HWTeNC ? / 1% "&LUFFIWQ" fcuSlNEiS '■ WOO. I U LEWK It INVIYIW^ BJFpNBOby h 'TbWlQVTr JUST To SUOtO OFE'V / Q ' REMEMBER. ABE, 1 SAY NJO3 ' you qox To Buy remember HELP ME OOfT \_EKA, UiE'ftC OMLY PIAIN ) PEOPLE 1“/ J'uiHtM UJE'RE ALL EATl^Q, SHOULD | I I UjAkiT TOU To AttltJEKiTAliy J SPILL I Spill Some soup o»o the ’ $0up 0Ni " l THE TABLE} si <1^\/ * . ' TES ■ THEKi I'LL START TT> HOLIER OM TOkJ SOMCTHIIO* AUJEUL- I WAKiT THEM Tto THlMK ITS A xVERV EXPENSIVE TABLE CuTTH "AH right," replied Mr, end Mre, Quack, the Mallard Ducks, are hack from the Sunny South " Peter Jumped right etta!|ht un, "Really?" he cried. Are >ou »ura of It? It aeema to me a little aatly for them." "Do you doubt my word?" demand* ed Sammy, pretandlng to ba very angry. "No! Oh no"* eried PeUr hurried ly. "How did you hear of It?" "I didn't hear of It. I eaw them.1 replied Sammy. "I aaw them earlj* thla very morning." "My!" cried Peter. ' I myat hurry over and pay them my respect* t suppose they are looking ae fine a% usual?" Sammy ahook hit head. "No, sanf he. "they are not. In fact, they ara not looking well at all. Never havy I seen them look ** poorly a< they do now. I don't know what thy trouble la, but they don't look a bl< good to me By the way. If you wand to call on them I left them over in the Big River where the I.aughlnC Brook enters It." "Thank you, Sammy Jay!" cried Peter. "I'll go at once." ■ (Copyright. l»:t ) The next stor^: "Peter Discovert th# Quacks." CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT By LEROY SCOTT. (Copjrllh, mn ___> was no more than 43. her carefully coiffed yellow hair scarcely showed its* gray, and she might have ap peared a much younger and mot • elastic person except for her form 1 beat Ing. Mrs. Marlowe was well pleased Wit h ithe world and well pleased with he - self. "1 hope you appreciate. Co: - delia, what X have done for you in this matter.” she continued in her tone of self-approval. "If I hadn't liad the wisdom to see what Mr.S Franklin could do for nve. where would we all be today, and w hat w ould have happened to you?” That was one of Mrs. Marlowe's delta managed to keep a straight fate, started, and to asume that they had originated in her maternal care. Cor delia managed o keep a straight face. A» for Mrs. Marlowe, ghe was cer | tainly grateful to Mr Franklin. That was why she and Lily were lunching with him that day. One could not show such a man too great apprecia tion. Mr. Frankjin was the bright spot of Mrs. Marlowe's conversation. But |fhe had her worry—Lily. Xt was a ,dance or something else every nigl t with I.ily. She had suddenly become unmanageable! And the way I.ily had | begun to drlnl)! Mrs. Marlowe had al ways been accustomed to seeing wit « drunk by ladies and gentlemen ns ladies and gentlemen should dr.me wine; but in all her life she had never* seen such quantities of liquor drunk jas were being drunk by the chil dren! Prinking was becoming the most I popular childish game. Why, Lilv nntv carried her own pocket flask. The flask w as a present; Mrs. Mai • iowe refused to give money or liquor* to (ill it; but her friends kept Lily | supplied. And. too, I.ily did swea* duch an awful lot. It would be a i relief when I.ily was in Hsroouri 1 Hall, where she would be regulate*! by discipline. In the meantime couldn't. Cordelia do something? To Mrs. .Marlowe, Lily seemed ^ brand new problem for which ther^ was no answer. Cordelia went Into the bedroom where Lily, having changed into t fresh frock, was now carefully apply.*- | irg a lip stick. Lilv was slight, with * dark, bobbed hair and had that pert audacity, that shameless inclination to shook, which sometimes seems the dominant Instinct and ileliglu of pres ent-day feminine lo. Much Too Swift. 'Tlello, Cord, old girl. Don't touch me, for 1 don't want to be mussed. Going to meet my best beau.” "See here. Infant—how about sil this drinking you're doing these days?” "Mother been telling tales?” “Never you mind! Better eut that stuff out l«*fore it gets you " "Oh. don t t>e a silly pill! If a fellow doesn't drink her share, the crowd doesn't want her along.” "How much do you drink"” "Just keep step—that s all.” "Lily—' "Don't be a gloom. Cord! Besides, you just please remember I've got r reputation to live up to. I'm the sister of the great Cordelia Marlowe, and that means I've got to travel. Bo there!” Cordelia bit her lip She wanted to slap the cheek of this pert piece of sophist Scat ion. Cordelia herself was a con tempo vary of the flapper; but some quality in her had restrained her from that self-possessed audac ity. that unashamed directness, that itch t*> shock the world, that prac tice of signaling the world to just wach her sow wild oats, which to Cordelia's mind characterized the flapper when fully developed. If I.ily Wept her present direction, what would this fledgling lie when she readied the flapper maturity of 17 or IS? "I can stop boozing If I want to.” I.ily continued. "Can wean myself without anybody's help. Can taper* off on one of these Infant's what* d you you-CRil-'cnis?—rubber pacifiers. Bo there's nothing for you to worry your Old bean about. Ifw Admirer. "Can’t claim yet that lie a all mm*. You may marry him, or toother may t»ent me out. Hut T rather think he'll prefer little l.tlv. He a been mighty nice to me He'a our brand iu u good angel—Mr. Franklin.” Cordelia swooped upon Idly. Mlging er by either ear. "Why. you brawn ilitile imp:" she cried. “I’ll rut some $en.*** into you!’* •Ouch: You leave me alone"’ Idly squealed. "1 know what's the mat ter with you. Jealous! You want Mr. Franklin yourself:" At thia last Cordelia loosed her hold In exasperated amazement. Mrs. Marlowe, drawn hv the outcry', came In and wanted to know what was the trouble. Idly winked and grinned Mi an aside at Cordelia, and spoke of having half murdered herself with a damned old pin. l ive minutes later they were down tn the street. Alt were lunching at the Grantham, but IdK refused Cor delia's invitation to ride tn the road ster, she wasn t going to make a mess of her fresh dress h> r row ding three in that dinky, damned little seat, and besides, she was going to look at hats before thev met Mr. Franklin. So away idly and Mrs. Marlowe went in a taxicab, and Cor delia rode off alone. She vv.Hild certainty have to de something about l.iiy a precocious teivst in men and drink' M as ta -. really serious, or merely trying to I he glibly teasing and trying to g!'» I herself alis tn what she {tad sa d -bout M\ Fi ink m ' i Tv tic ( rtskmiel I smnmw *