| OCR Text |
Show m urn n ? K lm i n WAFFLES, TJE CRACKED AMATEUR. y II iHj Hflf I lijl Nit by B- w- Scorning.) Iljjljj: ji "Bunny!" Hlli ills 11 Ifc wus tll samQ ma6netic voice, the voice that jHjl j l j HI bad bid me to become a murderer, a thief, a pick- -Ml H 1 111 pocket, and an outcast B Ifff I 111 "Bunny!" HI n I I Ifc was ne same v0ce aEaini the voice that K m had led me but why repeat all that again? b I I kioked aside the burning log that lay in the H ifl i I I fireplace, and in a moment Waffles, immaculate t Ji 111 I I as ever? s1 down the chimney. HT , ill I 1 "Scotland Yard ha! that startles you, Bunny Hr " SHI I I' Is watching the door, so I came down this way" mm Hi and Waffles poured out a stiff glass of Scotch. Hbjtjflnf Jj I "How did the game go?" I asked. Bill III li It "Surrey won. I made about 99,999 not out mH) : i Ij the ump'frog and scorers are working on the fig-HKfnSH.Ii fig-HKfnSH.Ii ! I ures now, but won't complete the count until tomorrow." to-morrow." "You just missed your century of thousand then?" The idol of the cricket world sighed. "To work, Bunny, my boy," ho exclaimed, In the same voice, the voice that has led me see above. "Not " I faltered. "But yes," he replied, gayly. I shivered. "How did you escape?" I breathlessly asv Waffles. m "I made myself so scarce they couldn't flu enough of me to see," he answered. "But the carrots --" Waffles took off hifc shoe. ' It was full of the boiled vegetables "Come on, Bunny," he said, with indescrlbato buoyancy in his voice, the voice that- rt shall feast royally tonight." Wex Jones in q,. gonian. tlHHlf93-Cowvr ME-' StmmSttmBmmmt&i&mnmmmmmmmmx BBHSE-B-WB---B-B--Hb-HM-BmmB-f IISam-HfflRflBH -HnS9w-lr $mh $ -1SjF b-bIs -V ? wwSJ!mii Andreas Dipped I Conreid Metropolitan Opera Company Tenor "The Duchess of Dantzig has a dish of boiled carrots in the larder." "You won't " I began. "I will, Bunny. I will those carrots must be mine," cried Wafflles in the voice that had An hour later we stood in Dantzig house. "I see a footstep," whispered. Waffles. We were lost. But Waffles was at his supromest in the hour of danger. Hastily slitting open an apple dumpling, dump-ling, he gave me a leg up, and I dlsappenred within with-in the cavity. The footsteps went out of sight. Senator Money tells a story of the tribute lH Mississippi minister recently paid to the preftl The town in which his parish was located lfl been visited within a short space of time by set al catastrophes, all of which, with harrowing fe tails, had been duly exploited in the local papea The clergyman was moved to make the mis tunes of his townsmen a subject of prayer 9 knelt in the presence of his congregation and beg fervently: "Oh, Lord, doubtless Thou hast leanul through the papers of our recent and grave flictions." |
