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Show &ThornfonW Burgess JMliif ; ER GOES HOME WITH i: A SAD HEART i f-J'ER RABBIT held his breath. : i didn't know that he was hold-; hold-; ' t. but he was. Perhaps you done that same thing when you ;:' very much excited. Most every-, every-, Joes. Would Nimbleheels suc-: suc-: ; io getting away from Uooty ; " wl? Peter couldn't be sure, but V'. eaied that Booty had barely .!.'' d the last time he struck. Peter was sure the jumps " "hibleheels were growing short f'he wonderful little jumper rowing tired. Peter felt sure more fiercely than ever at poor little lit-tle Nimbleheels. A Black Shadow hid them for a minute or two, and though Peter strained his eyes he couldn't see what was happening. When the Black Shadow had passed on and the Green Meadows were once more flooded with moonlight Peter stared eagerly at the spot where he had last seen Nimbleheels and Uooty. Neither was to be seen. Hastily Peter looked this way and that way. Disappearing toward the Green Forest he saw what looked like a floating shadow. It wasn't a shadow. Peter had seen It too often to be fooled even for a minute. It was Booty the Owl. Peter's heart sank. ;;:Was Sure the Jumps of Nim-.-:-jf:els Were Growing Shorter. H-ow could it be otherwise? 1 ' Peter did wish that he , . asked Nimbleheels to show 'w he could Jump. 3.;,!'. all my fault," thought Pe- If Booty does catch Nimble-:;::r Nimble-:;::r shall blame myself as long ,!3.. ve. Yes I will, it is all mj 5,- it is all my fault. They are : nearer the Brier Patch, but "Booty is going home to the Green Forest, so he must have caught Nimbleheels that last time," thought Peter sadly. "Be caught little Nimbleheels and now be Is taking him home for dinner. Poor little Nimbleheels. And it was my fault. It certainly was my fault If I had not wanted to see him Jump be would have been content to stay in the dear Old Brier Patch, and then this couldn't have happened." hap-pened." Peter turned toward the Brier Patch and hurried home, lipperty-lipperty-lip. Be felt that the Green Meadows were not a safe place for him that night. And as he crept under his favorite bramble bush his heart was heavy with sadness. Life seemed a terrible thing. Somehow the moonlight no longer seemed so beautiful. Peter sighed heavily, for he was very, very sad. Then he sighed again. "What's the matter with you? Have you a pain?" asked a thin, high squeaky voice that sounded most familiar. Peter Jumped as if he had sat on a brier. . T. W. Burgess. WNU Service. :".r -aid they won't get there in Oh dear! Oh dear!" the time being Peter quite that he himself was anything fe sitting out there on the Meadows in the moonlight. sMu'hoie thought was for little iJleheels who was so bravely i'ng for his life. 7 try once in a while the sharp J of Ilooty's bill would reach J-'' md send little shivers up and Xj His back. He had heard the -ly 'f that bill before more than f s and never without shivering. I ntly a dark cloud passed f he moon just as Hooty made A yjisually quick turn and struck |