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Show Puss in Boots Jr. By David Cory. TUB little man, whose bullet? were marie of lead, as soon as ' the meal vaa ovpr. leaned back In his chair and said: "My good Sir Cat. you look like a great-traveler,-will you not tell . us a story? My Ood wife Joan and I will be most attentive listeners," lis-teners," Puss curled his whiskers re-, flcctively for a few minutes. "What sort of a story, would you like?" he asked. "An exciting one, or .xomething- homelike 'and pretty?" '"Something homelike and protty," said the J.ittle man- "Something exciting," cried ills wife. "I have so much of Iionu-that Iionu-that I would hear something different." dif-ferent." "Just like a woman," said Puss to himself; "they are much ilikc. Yet, what she says is reasonable. Too much of any one thing grows-stale." grows-stale." "What were you saying?"- a a Wed the little man. "Never mind, interposed in-terposed his good wife, whose ears were sharper, than his. "vS will have a story of adventure," and she 3miled at. Puss, who. after folding ills napkin, settled himself buck In his chair and commenced his story. "One line morning as J was walking along with a small ,ovl fur a comrade, the very same little owi who had rescued me 'from the Giant. of the Beanstalk, 1 cumc to u queer looking- cottage made of gingerbread, gin-gerbread, in the midst of a thick forest.'1 .Keeling a bit hungry. 1 broke off a '' tiny' piece)" wnen 1 heard a. voice1 say, 'What Is thai? A-little, mouse nibbling, plccca irom niy house?' ' - , And then all - of. a. sudden the door opened, and I saw a very ugly ?vlicV r.Sl)c 'V!,S caning on a crutch. Her eyes were very black-arid black-arid bright and her nose long and ' crooked.' "Come in, my dears," she said. "You must not cat up" my house, for what, ihen would 1'ha.vc to live i in. Come -in,-. and iC .yoli are hun-.J sryl will, give-you Something to j "gry." l accepted her invitation. bin the little, owl stayed -outside. I 1 had my trusty start' with' me. you ! dec, and so 1 wasn't- stfralij; Xo sooner had I en tered than I knew she was a very wicked old ' woman. A poor little child, whom she called Gretcl, was crying In a corner of tho room. "Cct this fine cat something to eat,',' the wicked witch said to her. giving her arm a pinch. At this , moment my little friend the owl flew into the liousu and. whispered In my ear, "There's a little boy locked up In the stable. He says his sister Is here." "We will rescue them," I answered, "but be careful." care-ful." And ' next time . you shall hear what happened after that. Coprrtsht. I01U. David Corj. JVo Be Continued: . A Play on the Planets. Two actresses engaged for the same play -kverc both beautiful; but the leading actress was thin. They ' quarreled one day at rehearsal, and the leading lady said haughtily, . "Remember, please, that I am the star"' "Ten, I know y.ou're the alar," ihe other retorted, eyeing the leading' lead-ing' actress's long, slim figure; ."but you'd look better,' my dear.' if you were' a little. meteor!" v s |