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Show THE VulM. VOJt HAS TO i ! By Thornton W. Hurge--. His stomach rules a Fox or man, Ijcny It any one who can. Old .Mother Nature. Tho younf,- Fox who had been caught by Farmer Brown's Boy Was hungry. He was very hungry. It seemed to him that he had m-ver tcen to hungry In all his life. You see, It was considerably more than a d.iy since he had eaten a mouthful of food. That wasn't the fault of Far-I Far-I mer P.rown's Boy, and yet In a way it ' va?. LOO. Bach day he had brought 'a plateful of food and put it down I ...1 . W AW ....ill.l tri.t II But the young l'"ox hadn't even looked at It. Of course, you know why. Hi was UeeaUSC In the night his mother brought him plenty to eal Then i-'arme.- Brown's Uoy discovered discov-ered what was going on ami by shut- ! ting the young Fox In his b.-x .ne night made it impossible for him to I get any food thut Mother Fox might1 i bring. That was a bad night for the young Fox. He heard his mother ' Just outside trying to get in to hlm.j I He heard her Jump UP on the box) an I try to dig up under the box. He ' knew "that she had brought him a fat hen because ho could smell it through the cracks of the box. But he couldn't g t OUi and she couldn't get In and so he had to go without eating allnigh1. He had eaten nothing noth-ing since the night before. Tho next morning Farmer Brown's Roy opened the little, door and getting get-ting bold of the chain fastened to a collar around the neek of the young (. made the other end fast to a post Then he brought a plate Of food and put it down Just In front of I the little doorway. 'cooner or later, you little red rascal, ras-cal, SOU will have to eat my food, and when vou take my food wo will be- gin to bo friends." said Farmer Brown's Boy. "it s'-ems queer, but itv- quickest way to friendship almost i always la through tho stomach." There Farmer Brown's Boy went .'.bout his work and ho took palna not to go near that young Fox. It was a long time before the young Fox ventured to put more than bis nose out of the little doorway. But , at last, when he was sure that no one was watching him. he crept out. J There under his very xtoso was a plate of food. I wnn't touch It. I won't touch lit' ho kept sayhtg over and over to himself. "Mother Fox will surely I bring me some food tonight." He lay down with his back to that plato of food and tiled not to think ! of it. But not for an Instant could I ho forget It. You see, his stomach ' wouldn't let him He got up and walked about uneasily. He walked all around that plato of food He M retched out bis little black nose and smi lied of H. How good It did smell ! But when he brought his little black ' nose close to that plat" ho found tin11 man-smell there and that mndo him nispiclous and nfrald. So again he paid over and over to himself "I wont' j touch It. 1 won't touch It." Qnct I more he stretched himself on the Iground. but this time facing that plate of food. Somehow ho couldn't turn his back on It. NOW an empty stomach Is th most i Insistent thing in all tho Great World. Die longer It remains empty the more iln-lstent It becomes. The stomach of that young Fox kept saying. "I must have food . I must have food. It Mm just because you aro silly ami obstinate ob-stinate that you do not fill mo with that food right in front of you. It Is good food. You know that bv the smell of it. You know that Mother Voi will not coma agnln until night, 'and then perhaps the same thing will r r won't touch it. i won't touch it,' be kept .valug !cr and iT to bimAclf. happen that happened last nlsht. Give me a little of that food." But the young Fox still kept obstinately obsti-nately saying over and over to himself, him-self, "I won't touch It." So the morning morn-ing dragged away. it was the longest long-est morning that ever was. At least it seemed bo to that young Fox and empty stomach. By the middle of the afternoon ho could stand It no longer. Ho looked all around. No one wal watching hltn. Ho snatched a little pleco of meat from the plato and bolted bolt-ed it down without taking time to chew It. How good It tasted! My, my, my. how good It tasted! He reached for another mouthful. By lie-timo lie-timo ho was through that plate had been licked as clean 5s If It had been waehed. I (Copyright. 1922, by T. W. Eurgess.) I Tho next story: "Patlenco and Friendliness YVln at Last." oo ' |