| BURGESS BEDTIME STORIES] V.-By THORNTON W. BI KdKSS--^ Pww Is Rtury for Mr. and Mil. Quark. | Mr. and Mia. Quack hail dUapprnr |*d a* completely a a It they mere no where about. A’ ftr*t Peter Rabbit didn't know what to make of It. Then It came to him that of rourae they had heard him. and, not knowing who it wan, had hidden at once. Peter chuckled. "They are aa amart and clever it ever." thought he. "I’ll Just thump once or twice te let them know who I* here." So Peter thumped. Almost at onre the brown head of Mrs. Quack was thrust eut from a mass of dead, wild rife. She looked (harplv to »ee that Peter waa alone. Then ahe ewnn out. and behind her rame Mr. Quack. '•Welcome back!" riled Peter. I'm so Rlad to pee you pafely bai k here! I suppose you had a wonderful winter way down lt> the Sunny South." Mr*. Quack ehook her head. ‘'No." *ald ehe, "we didn't. We had a. terri Ide winter. ' I’eler aliened hi* e\ee very wide. "Wa* It no cold a* all that down THE NEBBS HOT DOG! 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HELLO - is This Tut HoTfeL ,!/ CLERK if CAW =• LISTEN * THIS IS I barnex google. talking - Room eoi ! g0j . g03 * r M BACK after a \ HARO DAW — IF ANT BODY CALLS \ ME X DONT WANNA BE I * V DISTURBED - X NEED A W— LOT of sleep « X Ml AS N\ Tireq as a new cop • if-TO iff (usu. • *- | l/ roocw I Avnta. ^ 1 ^ let sun \ DOW^VTAtM N AmO *«S/ I WHAT S \ DOlttO j V OW MMM) >S V- ^-Afs W But NOO cept % VWORft MOT To 3E ‘V Bothered sir ‘ JiN-< ■;i /\ou \ ( PODDIN) \j**»/. ‘ J 2e BRINGING UP FATHER u. sRpV,*.'„To,fic. page of colors in the Sunday bee Drawn for The Omaha Bee by McManus HE. WON'T EAT ANYTHING OOCTOR’ i'n/E tried ANO tried to CET him to ’ <; I I'M V/ORRlED ) | *E>»C<. OVER , ' “ THAT VOU •NUR^E0 COME OVER J QO'CR*. ^ we CMH'T 1 ceT HI* TO { XOO en1N6 e^T * thinc: I hU *3*e -yr e>eer tc* \ r a*d tsone % ^ c~crc!21 I 6 >>24 |T -- —--- titse: * love f how .•> OEer *n lTO CR^KE.R'b? _ JERRY ON THE JOB gave him an overdose. Dr*wn for Tb',°n'*h* Bee b* Hob*° - - - - - - -- ‘ : f ' - --- - - ' ■“ \ gr If -run ‘Sujr 'tv at iofr ht memory \&»t 4my 0FrtEa't>DA; • f" ^ 1 TWIN*. I've OOT xi Tg/ Scheme it> Curb him. J^Vc >’— Tv f awxHETvjORSE- i v- ^ thah Even todav - he 4 ^m\ Gout even uemewsuc. ! it met h'mSeif- on / ^SpRI ^-^jiisJRcfluen. ) \Dfl-'- * MOU TU\C UTTIS ^mqTav mis Ooms 'wnvift* ^->srn **« '•toii \ S Tav ~mt Srrrm hit WSJ S/AEMoQ* mu It IVUTV MOM ' Good i T*33» 7 WIM there?" he exclaimed. Tou sea Peter* idea of a hod winter wee e cold ore If Mi-. Quick hid been feeling her self she would have liiighed right out nt (hit. Hut she didn't even chuckle. "It wasn't cold." Raid ehe. "The weather was pleasant enough. It was something worse than rold." "Were you hunted with terrible mine?" cr ied Peler. Again Mrs. Quack shook her heed. It was wnrae than being hunted with terrible guns," said she. Peter's eye* opened wider than ever. What could lie worse?" he demanded. Instead of anskvering this question directly Mr*. Quack *aid, “Take a good look at ti*. Peter, and tell ti* how we Inok to you." Peter did aa he was told. Then he remembered what Sammy Jay had said about how poorly the Quacks looked. It whs true. They were so tl in that they didn't look like them selves at all. Somehow their eyes seemed dull instead of bright. The beautiful, colored feathers of .Mr. Quack somehow seemed dull. They appeared not to have been taken care of. Instead of haviag the brightness f a new spring suit, they appeared like an old wornout suit. Why—why—" begun Peter and t topped. •Why Whs!?'1 demanded .Mra. Quack. ‘‘You—you—you don't look like youraelves at all." stammered Peter. 'We dofft feel like ourselves at nil,'' replied Mrs. Qum k. "The tiutu ie, Peter, we have been starved almost ‘0 death, and wo have been sick *nd tow we haven't »nv strength left. We have resehed heie. but I really don't see bow we see going to go any further. When I think of that long tourney to our home up In the K«r North what lltlle strength I have left In my wings seems to leave them.” "It Is the same way with me,” said Mr. Quark. "Ilow we ever got as far as this I don't know." "But what does It all mean?” erle.J Peter. "I thought the Sunny South was a wonderful place in which to spend the winter. What happened to you down there?" ‘It Is a long story," raid Mrs. Ouark. "1 have nil the time there Is. so tell It to me." 11 tec begged t Copy right. 19_ t t The next story: "Mrs. Quack Be gins Her Story." CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT [ By LEROY SCOTT. ((mil In licit from Yii|prdi).l "M3' parents needed financial help just then; 1 could earn more, at least could save more, as a butler than by doing anything else; ao i remained with this gentleman a» butler for over a year, I had managed to save more than my parents needed so i started to take a special course in electrical engineering. But before I had finished by course my money gave out and I started to work for a firm of engineers. Hut when the war was over, and I was demobilized—" 'Then you were in service?’’ "Yes, Miss Marlowe.' "1'nder the name of Mitchell, or your own?’’ "Under neither, Mias Marlowe. 1 joined in with the Canadians at the beginning of the war. 1 was afraid my enlisting might cause complica tions with my own country, ao l took another name—just as many other Americana did." "(Jo on, please." "I was among the last to be de mobilized. You will recall what a hard time the soldiers, particularly those who were last discharged, had n getting their old job» hack. I could not get mine, nor any other like it. No one seemed to want an ex soldier; especially a sickly one, for "What you have told me has been most interesting. Itort’t bother about fresh tea, for I'm quite through. You may take the tray.” If# had picked up the Iray and was starting from the room, when she thought of something else, "By the way, Mitchell, last nighk you began to tell me something, or ask me something. I suppose it was something important;"' "Yes, Miss Marlowe." "Important to you?" "Yes, Mis* Marlowe." An Insinuation. "And perhaps important to other | persons?” she suggested. Well—yes. Miss Marlowe." "Perhaps you have changed your ! mind, and would like to tell m# as you first intended." "That Impulse of last night was wrong. Miss Marlowe, l think I ! should not tell you." He waited for |a moment "la there anything you ! wish. Miss Marlowe?" "That is all. Mitchell." After he had gone Cordelia sat ! considering the things he had told i her. ?he had trapped him In two ilies. He had said he had not met Gladys and Esther in France; she happened to know that he had known them in Paris very well indeed. He had spoken about still being very Weak from having been gassed; she 'recalled the ease with which he had | lifted her from the floor the previous night, recalled the steely strength of the hands that had supported her up the stairway. As Cordelia sat thinking, a dls quieiing doubt filtered Into her con scious. After all. had she really been the person who had directed that In terview ? Mitchell's story, such as It was, had come out with surprising ea*e, requiring no urging at all from her. Instead of her having adroitly drawn h's story from him. might the ' fact not be that he had been adroitly '•hruatirg that story upon her? And I is so, w hat was his purpose? And again she wondered what was ;'hat thing which he had been upon 'the print of telling or asking her. ■ He piqued her eurioeity more than ! ever. More than ever did she feel ! 'hat the matter of first importance in her business was to get at the truth ■ behind this man. The opportunity to go through his effects came after breakfast ths fnl I lowing morning Cordelia w as In Esther's sitting room, and she and Ain’t It a Grand and Glorious Feeling By Briggs Vuh^m You suErefL Fop kAYS uuiTi-t Aim ACHING ToDTh AMD You Know You ought To HAVE IT PULLED BUT You haucn't T-ie n^ruE t-r- ',-T- 'AMO VoOR ) t^A'N/e- ,T £J(R(_ FPIEMO s:-r.^L voo VM A ,$oSk*s v---- c- VVJORTH <3^' ^1. ADv.ce ' HAme. tT OUTJ -AMD You A v/epu't, it'll I BoY FAieiuD ©e omen. WTUl ^ugo dimes /fj A 5CCOMD / y^ __j._ LI N C UMTTL. Otoe Day You ■DECIDE To (T OuT /\\^v oUeR va/i th - and You Rise early a^'D gg^T IT To ThEDEAJTI^TS -A*JD ARftlunvJC, ^ TneRE You FinjD IT CLOSED WHICH cjiue-s You a fine Ejccu^f fo*» . P>STT>ON'N |MES-ANfl> \F VoORt AMI* \ | EuER IM 'THE MEIQH. AlU'Y iKj'mt \ ^CJRHOOt), HAv/E MEUtHBORhc^U ™rr Esther anil Gladys were playing wUb Francois, n* was the custom while his governess hail her breakfast. There was a knock, arid Mitehtll stepped in. "Excuse me." he said. "I have come for Alaster Francois," Esther looked up from the paper elephant she was cutting out and regarded him coldly. "You need not bother. Jeanne will be here in a few minutes." "Jeanne wanted to look after Maste r raneols' laundry, and I promised her 1 would take him out for his walk ” He turned to the hov. "Would -Master Francois like to come with Mitchell?" 1 es. .Mitchell!" the boy cried jump ing up and running across the room, his pap*r_ menagerie fluttering to the floor. "I ou 11 tell me a story? ’ A Friendly Couple. "After I've taken you for a walk and shown you the bunny I bought ou In town yesterday. It came th s morning Examining the details of the inter view one by one. she could not find a single item which she felt she could safely regard as a fact. As an In vestigation, the Interview had been a failure. "A bunny—oh. Mitchell! A really live bunny that can really eat’" "If can really eat. Master Fran cois." "Come on. Mitchell! Let's run!' ".Master Francois must first sav good-bye. ' Goodbye. Mother Esther—gooil b.ve. Mother Gladys—good bye, -Moth er Cordelia. Xo# come on Mitchell! ’ Francois seized the man's hand and excitedly led -Mitchell from the room Cordelia caught a quick flush in Esthers ch*ek and a swift angrv flash in Gladys' eye; and she wondered again what was Mitchell's real pur pose in courting the hoy's liking; to ,»how his velvet power?—to taunt and tease them?—or might his Impulse i* » real affection for Francois?—a fath er's affection? But this was no time to follow up these conjectures. Here was her chance; Mitchell out cn the grounds, the other servants at breakfast. Cot delia excused herself and. once out of the room, she hurried for the wing containing the servant's quarters, Mitchell's room adjoining the trunk room; if seen in this part of the house, her explanation would be thst she had come for some article she had left In a trunk. A Hold Venture. Of course his room was probably locked. Cautiously she tried the door. It was not locked and breathlessiv she slipped in. Her quick glance showed her a room whose formal orderliness matched Mitchell's butler personality. She did not expect to find a great deal here; Aiitchejl was too shrewd a person to be likely to leave anything of real importance Sbout; the most she had hoped for was a liar# clue either to his identity or to his power over the household. There were a number of books—not many. To her on her present busi ness they were vaguely suggestive, rather than definitely informative. There was a number of volumes deal ing with problems of electrical engi neering; and a few novel*—"Tom Jones," "Vanity Fair." "Gil Btas Don Quixote, ' Meredith's "The Ego tist." Kapid as was her survey, she retained a dim impression thst the man's fictional preference was toward comedy and satire She turned to hi* drawers and w*nt swiftly through them, then through his clo#et. scrutinlxing each garment and then replacing each article as she found it. Hi# clothes were all of the best, even of the quality a Jerrv Plimpton might have worn, but aaide front the makers’ names they were unnv>rked or bore the admittedly ae ,*umed name of Mitchell. Only two article* of any possible significance did she come upon. One was a bank book in Mitchell's name, showing a I credit of a trifle over ISOfl. the plaus ible savings of s servant: it made her think of a safe deposit box. where his real savings, the tribute he had co' lected here and hi* Important docu ment* were doubtless hidden away, and it tiegot in her a desire some .lav to lean the secrets of that box. The second article was a letter Which elie found In the coat Mitchell had worn the dav before in town. It was addressed care of General IV livery. New York t Ity was stamped a* received on the previous day. and was upon the stationary of a Cleve land hotel: and addressed, contents and signature were all typewritten, with many clumsy, amateurish erasures and corrections in the body of the letter. The letter read: Hear Buddie: That mat r.M" you «cnt *M * IK* nvtr. A million thank*. TVr hap* t h»\* boon trvln* to expand (ho bu*ino»s * little too rapidly, but iho profit* will prove this ha* boon the riaht course Of cours* 1 cnuM have done nothing wi'hout the ho p of vour monov and vou *ro going to havo h*lf tho profit* o\on !f you won't l'ko a i.aitnor«hlp tn the hu»ino«* I'm still keenin* mv name out of the firm—still sticking to Kv-ol*|or'—so that wo ran oae your name if vou change jour mind and decide to come tn. Of court# 1 don't Ms me vou fc not wanting to corne out here and buckle down to tht* routine drudget x when \o\i arc cleaning up to much coin in New York. 1 wish vou would open up and tell me how vou are making all that dough. I didn't know that an outsider had a chance agalnat those New Vvk business sharps Not unless a fellow went Into th*» bandit or bootlegging business You ore certainly the best and tin rest pal a guv evgr had' p it any. box. for a clesc husinesa men you are running a big risk In sending vour remittances to me In the form of draft* payable to * Vaah ’ and Hcarei Any professional • at’ looter would glxe three silent cheer* to get his hands on ona of those. Ketter be more careful (Te B« TfirntJ *►