I BURGESS BEDTIME STORIESl l __ ..._By THORNTON W. Bl’RGESS,-—-J The Rights of Feathered Folk. "These two legged creatures called men are queer." said Mrs., Quack. "Most of them are,” agreed Peter Rabbit. "All of them are.” declared Mr. Quack. "They seem to think that no one has any right* hut themselves." i "I gues* you don’t know Farmer Brown’* Boy," said Feter. "He never forgets the rights of the rest of us." “Then he's very different from the rest of these two-legged creatures," dee lar'll Mr*. Quark tn a very decided tone. “First, thry try tn kill u* wilh dreadful gun*. Not satisfied with that, they destroy our food supply, and do not seem to rare how many of us die. We feathered folk have some right*. Yes, sir, we have some right*. We have the right to live at leant. It we didn't. Mother Nature would never have put ua Into the Great World. #ltut a lot of theee two legged creature* seem to think we haven't any rights at all. ‘‘If they go on draining the marshes and lake* and swamp* at the rate they have tieen doing It the time i* coming, and coming soon, when there will be no water bird* left. If we li^'ks could stay up In the far north where we *pend our summers it would be all right. But we can’t -, stay there. We have to spend the winters where there I* no ire, for where there is he we cannot get food. We have to do It. It ^n t be cause we want to do it, but because we must do it. And now these two legged creatures are taking away our feeding grounds by taking away all the water. "And we Ducks and other water birds are not the only ones who are suffering. When Ked Wing the Blackbird gets here ask him what kind of a winter he spent. He'll tell you the same thlpg. Ask Welcome Robin. The grasses and rushes that used to grow in our winter home in the sunny south gave shelter to many of the feathered people of the green forest and the green meadows and the old orchard all through the winter months. This last winter they had to And other shelter, and it wasn’t easy. And always there Is the fear that H.Cam “I guess you don’t know Farmer Brown’s Boy,” said Peter. when a place has been found it will be taken away from them. ‘‘It would be different if man really needed these places. But man doesn't. I know. Mr. Quack and I fly over great stretches of land which man might use and isn’t using, and which is of no use to us feathered folk. He doesn’t need those marshes and swamps and the land under the water of those ponds and lakes. He doesn’t need those places at all, and we do. They are ours rightfully. Old Mother Nature gave them to u*. I thought that when hunters Mopped shooting at us on our say north In the spring things were going to be better for us. But the taking away of our winter homes is many times worse than th# shooting In tire spring. "I have heard that the same thing Is happening in some northern places especially In the west, where water tf blrda have made their summer home* and nested since the beginning of things. Down there in the sunny south I heard dreadful stories of lake* and marshes whers always thousand* and thousands of birds have mad* their homes, which these two-legged creatures have drained, so that not a nesting place is left. And now that the water, which the tarda needed, has been taken away, there la left just great masses of land on which nothing will grow. It nerves th# sel. fish two-legged creatures right, but that doesn't help th# feathered foil* any. "Well, what's the use of talking about it? There is nothing we can do about it. I’m afraid the day Is com ing when there will be no more Duck* and few other water birds. We can not fight for our rights, and there a no one else to do it for us.” The right to Ur# btlonrs to all— Tbo great an«3 strong, tbs weak and srralL —Mrs. Quack. The next story: "More Troubles ” (Copyright, 1IJ4.) Table Rock School Head Accepts Post at Franklin Table Rock, Neb.. March 24.-E. D. Trump, superintendent of the Table Rock schools, has been elected super intendent of schools at Franklin, Neb , at an increase in salary of 1250 a year. He has been connected with th# schools of Table Rock for seven years, two as principal and five as superintendent. ^ Farmhouse Burns. Nebraska City, Neb.. March t4.—■ The house on the Moffat farm, north of Arbor Dodge, has burned to the ground. It was one of the landmarks of the vicinity. The present owner of the farm is W. H. Pltger. THE NEBBS PLEASE GO ’WAY AND LET ME WALK. Wwcted for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hew -"TUiS COUnctC* Urt\ I MOlMW* UtMEfe »6 V MO>\OfHG A, OVN^MO / \ OUT or h'XE. / I /C ,tw v'.r, /'NO - l -PGEPEGX /JnGOvNG WOME-TOt^ORG^A)\ I (h'^r? \ Ho VxiALVC EMEtE \ /^D 1 WMHT TO TM4E £ ---L ( rirrV’m GOVK 1 SINCE iv£ SEEN \ five GM-UON «iOG0F^ATW iG.ltSKANG TUM UOML 'oOCTM ^'^I^^SV'JJOGOS NOWl\ TO VOOG I VOATEG -&™Lt I 1 GET (V V§> DDIMriMr I ID CATUPD Re,i...r.d SEE JICGS AND Drawn for The Omaha Bee by McManus DRINGIINVJ UR rAI rltlK U. S. P.ten. Office PAGE OF COLORS IN THE SUNDAY BEE (Copyright 1924) IVE MEN I I orrct.cih- ^74S5> THI^J MAH S ^ a.T IT JUHK CAME 1 ALU THE TIME TOO HAVE BEEM OUT J11 \ c l_* - 32S THEt>E f*\*H JO N Ci -J PIECES NS/SKE COOO I | ] PQK.E.R. CH>P«a ^f I I® I flLLRM^: --£ivjT M3u ear Am UNF ^ _«'■» I”*- >«"*■« - »■»-1 >!1 CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT By LEROY SCOTT.t. m«.)J SYNOPSIS. Cordelia Marlowe, most striking flrure In society’s youngest set. whose mother had lost hrr annual income of $30,000 by had intestmentc, accepts a position as lu testlgator with Kedmnre 3 Franklin, lawyer*. L'nder agreement with Cor delia, Mr. Franklin notifies Mrs. Mar lowe that she had been defrauded by her brokers and he had effected a settle ment under the terms of which she would regularly rreeire $3,300 monthly, f ordr lia’s first assignmrnt Is to visit Rolling Meadows, the country home of Oladya Norwortli, the richest young woman In her social art. and "obserte" conditions and doings (her#. Sbs noirs that Mitchell, the hatlrr, holds a commanding position in the household and overhears a roater sation between him. Miss Norworth and her step-sister. Emily Metros, from which she Infers there had been a secret mar riage and that one of the women is mother of Francois, a boy whom the* represenmd to he a French orphan the* had adopted. Itladys orders Cordelia to lease the bouse after seeing her kissed by Jerry Plimpton, a guest whom both girls desired to mere*. Cordelia charges t.lad's with heinr mother of Francois, which she finally admits is true. (Contfnnrd from Yesterday.) "All the same." said Esther, with a grim sigh, "I wish it would all come out somehow, so we'd be through with this business.” The very idea was too much for Gladys' raw nerves. She again lost herself in panic anj seized Esther's arm. "Esther, if that ever happens, you’ll stand my me! Remember, you prom ised; You'll stand my me, Esther! Like you aaid!" "On the condition we agreed upon." “You mean Francois?" "Yes." "But, Esther—” ‘You know Francois is ths only thing that keeps mo here in your house. I care for him more than you do, and I'm a better mother to him. lie's to be mine—all mine, remember. Y’ou still promise that?" “Gladys wet her lips. Her green eyes were still bright with their fran tic apprehension. "Yes—yes." she whispered. Before Cordelia could even won der what this unknown compact might be, Gladys had whirled about and had cringing fawning hands upon her. “You eee, I'm Just the victim of had luck, Gordie, don't you? You understand tha*. don't you, dear? And you'll never tell what you've heard tonight! Promise me you'll never tell! Think how it would hurt me! Give me your word!" Cordelia remembered her mission in this house, her obligation to Mr. Franklin. Her reply was carefully evasive. "I give you my promise that I shall never say a word to Injur# you.” "Thank you, Gordie—oh. thank you!” And then at once, her handi menacingly crooked. she was glaring at Cordelia in furious, euspicloui hatred. “I don’t believe you! It'll be just like you to tell Jerry Plimpton! You’d play any trick to get him away from me!” '•Gladys!” Esther caught her arm and pulled her backward. Once more there was a awlft change in Gladys. Again she cringed and cowered. "1 didn't mean It. Cordi*. I Just went out of my head. That’e all—I just went out of my head. If you'd been through all I've been through you wouldn't blame me for forget ting myself occasionally.” ''You're coming straight to bed!” ordered Esther in undisguised disgust, and with a "goodnight” to Cordelia, she led Gladys toward the door. A Polite Mitchell. Mitchell held the door open for them, and bowed and whispered a courteous, pleasant-toned "goodnight” as they passed. Then be turned and moved quickly back to Cordelia, and ^ smiled at her his provokingly Ironic but good-natured smile. “There are a few things si eiiil have to say. you and I, Misa Mar lowe. I shall call for you In 10 min utes. I d rather like a ride in that car of yours. You might change into something suitable.” With that Mitchell moved swiftly out and closed the door. CHAPTER XIV. Mitchell's request, or command, ac corded perfectly with Cordelia's own desire. He bad not half revealed his true character, she was sure of that. She changed rapidly into a auit, her thoughts racing exultantly. At last she had the full secret of Rolling Meadows which she had been commis sioned to secure. Mr. Franklin w*ould be surprised—she could imagine his surprise when she told him—at the promptness of her work, as well as at the clever manner in which she had stilled all suspicion by pretending that her discovery was a pure acci dent precipitated by a pardonable loss of temper. She wondered Just how Mr. Frank lin was going to handle the formid able yet indefinite force Mitchell was. Of course, he would somehow quickly rid Gladys of her incubus: that was Mr. Franklin's business. She felt re gret that she necessarily would re ceive no public credit for her great share in this service. When a cautious knock sounded. Cordelia opened her door and stepped into the hall. Mitchell had exchanged bis butler’s coat in favor of a dark sack suit. "Xo one will see us.” hs said, "there'll be nobody stirring for hours. But if we are seen, you can mention casually that you had a headache, thought a ride might cure it and ask ing me to go along as a sort of foot man to guard against the busy ubiqui tous bandit who is making New York famous. Of course," he added with his mocking smile, "we might have talked in your room—but a tete a tete in your room at S a. m. with l a man, and a butler at that, might possibly have led to a scandal, and God knows, we re not starving for another scandal at Rolling Meadows." Five minutes later the roadster was flitting through the pearl-gray dawn. They drove inland a few miles, turned into a dirt road, tSen swung into a track which led into an unfenced woodland of the low scrub pine which r |d -coxery 111. do y u a |x>«* ole • id i • to my Intel,-- - So 1 thought we t better talk things out " (Tu B* t xnttuurd T»awi««,l That Guiltie.1 Feeling By Briggs f I'fA VER* ^>ORRV -SIR BUT Thbm'S NThE OROER^ FROM MR. 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