Show am the supply 0 of V bad eggs by HELEN R BARTON copyright l TAL jumped its as though mie eha mad N had seen been a mouse the morning tile the red haired man stud stuck bis big head through he file kitchen doorway and asked her timidly if he might please borrow an egg the second time ho appeared bent on the some same errand she did not jump but tier her face turned a wild rose color with a and she euld did you break the other one she was just a hit bit angry ns as ahe he answered honestly like illie a too confiding little boy oh anti and tt it spoiled all the other stuff it was awful ill let lef you have another right now and I 1 do hope its good I 1 in ten minutes he be reappeared tills time carrying a big yellow bowl in winch which he had placed creamed butter and sugar and the last offending egg and 1 natalie sla talle inspecting the slightly odorous mixture agreed that it tal tastily tily was a very bad egg and what was it lie was trying to id make anyhow waffles lie he confessed flushing slightly under ills his even coat of tan im just crazy over waffles and my cook lins has gone to town so she invited him in then and he sat in the lie broad white window seat where the rambler roses made a bower about the big old dormer window and watched tier iier eagerly aishe nixed and beat and stirred golden waffle batter and then like n v small boy followed tier to the hie dining room where she plugged the waffle iron into tile the i socket ani left him film to watch it do you have tile the place across the way asked natalla natalia politely as she poured ills cof coffee fei er uh yes that lint Is I 1 stay there sometimes its a good thin thins all those eggs bail bad what lie smiled at tier iier revealing rows of firm ayen even white teeth robbing the speech of any seln sting she answered goodness yes just wait till I 1 lecture that nels nela john son f v r his cheating I 1 giving me hor ild old of case cas e eggs when I 1 ordered and paid for strictly fresh I 1 ile he grinned at her saying savl ns gosh id hate bate to be mr mi johnson redheads have ve fierce alerce tempers you should know carrot topi top ill site lamed at him and lie he got up and fled laughing may alay 1 I 11 inquired natalie natalle a week later of the invisible but obviously present occupant of the monson alonson cottage borrow two eggs pl please easell and tin nn instant later inter a tall sad man appen appeared appended red briar in hand 0 0 o answer her with a box of eggs i are you a friend ot of mr air Alon monson sofi site she asked blushing for she lind had expected to see pee tier her red haired irritant of the waffle egg incident rather im rolf monson he fie informed her smiling quizzically down upon lier her bewildered uncertainty why lias has someone been imposing upon your generosity in my name oil no that Is I 1 dont think sot sol she answered hns hastily taking the eggs and turning homeward who could lie he have been she wondered ns as site she collected tier her weeks accumulation atlon of mall mail from the canvas ting bag on the porch opening the new york aorl paper of the oldest date natalie stared at tile notorious hank bank robber escapes guard and flees 0 o maine woods P rig pig ig posse hunts day and night big reward offered for capture 0 desperate criminal with several murders a and P shootings to ills his credit then lien a startling line ot of type leaped nt her bandit Is red linfred 11 rut but site she dropped I 1 the lie pailor paper with a little moan sh she e could not rend read any more about him why he be was nicel nice und she rend read on site she nitwit have hare read that hat the lie crook was iris also forty soyen even years yeal s old I 1 another item leap leaped pd out nt tier her startled eyes und and natalle natalie looked dismally nt at the photograph with the title rolf monson noted artist poes goes libro iiI for In indefinite dennite stay they must both ile be crooks crool cm just then came a wildly excited yell from across the lie way and shortly sifter the red haired young man came leaping through the woods yelling like n comanche indian ive got him holy stif suffering ferIng mexican j beans I 1 ive got ot him and andril pill 1 conic come quick ind and help met me obediently catulle Na tulle ran utter titter him filin with her tiny revolver sure enough the red haired youngster hail had trussed up tip the supposedly authentic mr monson who now sons sans wig looked tie decidedly ci crooked you see tile the red halrid youngster was saying much later in a tender intimate baritone 1 I just had to have that five thousand if I 1 wis was ever going to write my no velby spring and tins tills crook offered the chance so BO I 1 dropped everything and rushed up here to hunt for him film I 1 just end bad to find filma I 1 and you did murmured natalie huskily and now you can and I 1 do hope your friend mr monson mind mind want lint darling lie breathed blowing at the tiny rusty curls over tier ear car mind if isyou you use ills house hous ehe finished lamely To I 1 S my iny dads house just rents it from dimill ani verd jeff 4 winve you any fresh eggs lie he asked bec iuso Tv ejust discovered tent I 1 eat ony any lunch and I 1 just iivo walT les and she had and boti both i fat modis now ty ent r d earh ear h I 1 a i A |