The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 125, Ed. 1 Friday, November 24, 1916 Page: 2 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
A iHOVEL or NEW YORIC UFE
SffUHX DEACn t T
illustrations 6r r parker.
''The Iron Trail"
" Silver Horde'''' Etc.
Cipyrifkt, By Harper BUkirt
i VICTORIOUS RED SQUIRRELS.
I "In n hole In n Tree," said Daddy,
I "sat Reddy Squirrel. Ills Eyes looked
s h u r p 1 y ubout
Here we have the tale of a
young woman who is thrust by
hfer greedy and lazy family into
a world of human vultures to
Wirt « fortune With her personal
oharrr.s. But She surprises them
all with her fine traits of char-
acter. Her .struggles and con-
| Slant danger are frightening,
but she brings help and happl-
nest to men and women who
need it much. This Is a story
with strong pulse.
•v!"i ,v,.' •••.;.• • • • ' • • • • •
feter Knight fhmg hlmseTf Into the
latmphtfjlf beside the center
'*!ah^ my ftick? And men
Dett^iJ^t1.. f8r twenty years. There's
nothing in politics, Jimmy."
His eon James smiled crookedly,
with a languid tolerance bespeakiug
amusement and contempt.
"Polities 1h all right, provided you're
a good picker," he saltl, with all the as
sura nee of twenty-two, "but you fell
off the wropg wide of the fence, and
you're sore. These country towns al-
ways go In for the reform stuff every
«o often, ir you'd llsteu to me and
His father Interrupted liarshly:
"Now, cut that out. I don't want to
go to New York, and I won't." Peter
Knight tried ti> lip^jk 'if^Hceftjl); hot the
expression did not fit ills weak, com-
placent feature*. When he had suc-
ceeded In fixing a look of determina-
tion upvu hJs rountenance the result
wa£ an artificial sj.'owl and n palpably
false pout. Wearing such a front, he
continued: "When 1 say 'no' I mean It,
and the subject Is closed. I like Vale,
1 know everybody here, and everybody
"That's why It's time to move," said
Jim, with another unpleasant curl of
his Up. "Asloing as they didn't kAow
you you got past. Hut you'll never
hold another office."
"Indeed! My record's open to In-
spection. I made the best sheriff In—"
"Two years. Don't kid yourself, pa.
You got Into Hie mud, but yott didn't
go deep enough to find the frogs. Fo-
garty got UK didn't he?"
Mr. Knight breathed deep with ln-
"Senator Fogarty is my good friend
1 won't let you question Ids honor, al-
Mrs. Knight was a large woman well ( get the franchise
advanced beyond that Indefinite turn- j of things—"
lug point of middle age; In her unat-
tractive face was none of the easy
good nature so unmistakably stamped
upon her husband's. Peter J., under
easy living had grayed and fattened;
what had once been a measure of good
looks was hidden now behind a flabby.
Indefinite mediocrity which an unusual
carefulness In dress could not disguise.
ills wife was of a totally different
stamp, showing evidence of unusual
force. Her tldn lips, her clean-cut nose
betokened purpose; u pair of alert, un-
pleasant eyes spoke of a mental activ-
ity that was entirely lacking In her
mate, and she was generally recog-
nized as the source of what little
prominence he had attained.
"Yes, we're going to rankea change,"
she repeated. "I'm glad, too, for I'ui
tlrod of housework."
"You don't have to do your own
work. There's Lorelei to help."
"She's too pretty," said the mother.
"You don't realize it; none of us do.
but—she's beautiful. Where she gets
her pood looks from I don't know."
"What's the difference? It won't
hurt her to wash dishes. She wouldn't
have to keep It up forever, anyhow;
she can have any fellow In the county."
Mrs. Knight began slowly, musingly
"You need some plain talk Peter. I
I could tell a lot
"Bergman writes," continued Mrp.
Knight. "that Lorelei wouldn't have
to go on the road at all If she dldn*
care to. The real pretty show-girls
stay right In New York."
Jim added another word. "8he's the
best asset we've got, pa, and If we
all work together we'll land her In the
Peter Knight pinched Ids full, red
lips Into a pucker aud stared specula
tlvely at his wife. It was not often
"We're Going to Make a Change."
though you d.o presume to question
"Of course he's your friend; that's
why he's fixed you for tills New York
" 'Department of water supply, gas
and electricity,'" sneered Peter, "ft
sounds good, but the salary is fifteen
hundred a year. A clerk—at my age!"
"Say, d'you suppose Tammany men
live on their salaries?" Jlmmle In-
quired. "Wake up! This Is your
chance to horn into the real herd. In
New York politics is a vocation; np j
here It's a vacation—everybody tries
It once, like music lessons. If you'd
been booked up with Tammany instead
of the state machine you'd have been
taken care of."
don't often tell you Just what I think,
but I'm going t/> now. Yoq're past
fifty, you've spent twenty years put-
tering around at politics, and what
have you got to show for It? (Nothing.
The reformers are In at last, and
you're out for good. You hud your
chance and you missed It. You're
little. Peter; you know It, and so does
The object of this address swelled
pompously; his cheeks deepened In hue
and distended; but while he was sum-
moning words for a defense his wife
ran on evenly:
"The party used you Just as long as
you could deliver something, hot you're
down and out now, and they've thrown
you over. Fogarty offers to pay his
debt, and I'm not going to refuse his
'I suppose you think you could have
done better If you'd been iu my place."
Peter grumbled. He was angry, yet
the undeniable truth of his wife's
words struck home. "That's the worn
an of It. You kick because we're poor,
and then want me to take a fifteeu-hun-
"Rother tlie salary! It will keep us
going as long as necessary."
"Kb?" Mr. Knight looked blank.
"I'm thinking of Lorelei. She's go-
ing to give us our chance.
"Yes. You wonder why I've never
let her spoil her hands—why I've
scrimped to give her pretty clothes,
and. UugU( hvr to take care . ef her
figure. anrT mrriTe hrr go"nUt "WltTf ^ftVfig
people. Well, I knew what 1 was do
ing: ttwns part of her Schooling. filfoe's
old enough now;.-and she has every
thing -that any girl" ever bad.'fco far as
looks go. She's tfOlng to do for \is
what you never have been and never
will be able to jJo, PMer Knftjht, She's
going to make us rich. But she can't
do It In Vale."
"Ma's right," declared .Tatties. "New
York's the place for pretty women; the
town Is full of them."
"If It's full of pretty women, what
chance has she got?" queried Peter.
"She can't break Into society on my
"She won't need to. She can go on
"Good Lord! What makes you think
she can act?"
"Do you remember that Miss Donald
who stopped at Myrtle I^odge last
summer? She's an. actress."
"No!" Mr. Knight was amazed.
"She told me a good deal about the
show business. She said Lorelei
wouldn't have the least bit of trouble
getting a position. She gave me a note
to a manager, too, and I sent him Lore-
let's photograph. He wrote right back
that he'd give her a place."
"Yes; he's looking for pretty girls
with good figures. His name Is Berg-
Jim broke In eagerly. "You've heard
of Bergman's Revues, pa. We saw one
last summer, remember? Berghian's a
That show? Why, that was—rot-
ten. It isn't a very decent life, either."
"Don't worry about sis." advised
Jim. "She. can take care of herself,
and she'll grab a millionaire sure—
Attbfs Juncture Mrs. Knight, hav- I "With her looks. Other girls are doing
ing Unified the xupper dishes and set | day—why not ber? Ma'g got
her bread to rise, entered the shoddy ' the right idea."
parlor. Jim turned to her, shrugging
his shoulders with an air of washing
his hands .o* a disagreeable subject.
"Pa's wegki'iiifd atjfaltt';"' he explained.
"He wori*t go.**
"Me, a clerk—at my age!" mumbled
,„X i His w.i.ff spoke with brief conclusive:
-tiesi; •' •
"I wrote and thanked Senator Fo-
garty far his offer and told bJm you'd
. "^Hxu-^what?" Peter was dpmfottnd*.
••••> • :-'J- •
"Yes,"—Mrs. Knight seemed oblivi-
ous of his wrath—"we're going to
impassively Mrs. Knight resumed
her argument. "New York Is where
(hp money la1—and the women that go
wjth money. . It's |fce marfeet■'•'place.
The stage advertises a pretty fclrl and
gives her chances to meet rich men.
Here in Valft there's ."nobody with
money, utyl. besides, people; kuow us.
The Stevens girls have beta, nasty-to
Lorelei all winter, and -she's never in-
vited to the golX-clnb, dances any
At this Intelligence Mr. Knight burst
"They're putting on a lot of airs
since the Interurban went through; but
Ben Steven# forgets who helped hlin
"We Were Just Talking About You,'
that she openly showed her hand to
"Have you talked to her about It?1
"A little. She'll do anything we ask.
She's a good girl that way."
The three were stlfl burled In discus-
sion when Lorelei appeared at the
"I'm going over fo MabteTs," she
paused a moment to gay. "I'll be back
In Peter Knight's eyes, as he gazed
at his daughter, there was something
akin to sbaine; but Jim evinced only a
hard, calculating appraisal. Both men
Inwardly acknowledged that the moth
er had spoken less than half the truth,
for the girl was extravagantly, be-
wltchfnfcly attractive. Her face and
form would have been noticeable any-
where and under any circumstances;
but now, in contrast with the;unmodi-
fied : meliness pf her parents and
brother her comeliness was almost
startling. The others seemed to har-
monize With their drab surroundings,
with the ,dull, unattractive house and
Its furnishings, but Lorelei was In vlon
lent opposition to everything about her.
She wore her beauty unconsciously,
too, as a princess wears the purple of
her rank. Neither iu speech nor In
look did she show a trace of her fa-
ther's fatuous commonplaceness, and
she gave no sign of her mother's coldly
calculating disposition. Equally the
girl differed from her brother, for Jim
was anemic, underdeveloped, sallow:
his only mark of distinction being his
bright and impudent eye, while she
was full-blooded, healthy and clean.
Splendidly distinctive, from her crown
of warm amber hair to her shapely,
slender feet, it seemed that all the
hopes, all the aspirations, all the long-
ings of bygone generations of Knights
had flowered in her. As muddy waters
purify themselves In running, so had
the Knight blood, coming through un-
pleasant channels, finally clarified and
sweetened itself In this girl.
In the doorway she hesitated an In-
stant, favoring the group with her
shadowy. Impersoiyil smile. . In her
gaze there was a faint lnquljfr, for it
was plain that she had interrupted a
serious discussion. She camo forward
and rested a hand upon her fa tlier's
thinly haired bullet head. Peter
reached up aud took It In hi9 o.vvu
"We were Just talking about you,"
"Yes?" The smile remained as the
girl's touch lingered.
"Yonr ma thinks I'd better accept
that New York offer on your account."
"On mine? I don't understand."
Peter stroked the hand In his clasp,
and his weak, upturned face was
WriijWed with apprehension. "She
tiihiks you should see the world and—
mftk^sometbfng of yourself."
"That would be nice." Lorelei's Hps
were still parted as she turned toward
ber motbor in some bewilderment.
"YouVI like the city, wouldn't you?"
Mrs. Knight inquired.
"Why. yes; 1 suppose so."
"We're poor—poorer than we've ever
been. Jim will have to work, and so
"I'll do what I can, of course; but—
I don't know how to do anything. I'm
afraid I won't be /ftoch help at first"
"We'll see to that. Now, run along,
When she had gone Peter gave a
grunt of conviction.
"She Is'pretty," he acknowledged;
"pretty as a picture, and you certainly
dress her well. She'd ought to make
a good actress."
Jim echoed him enthusiastically.
"Pretty? I'll bet Beruhardt's got
nothing on her for looks. She'll have
a brownstone hut on Fifth venue and
an airtight limousine one of these days,
see if she don't."
"When do you plan to leave?" fal-
tered the father.
Mrs. Knight answered with some
satisfaction: "Rehearsals commence In
Mr. Campbell Pope was a cynic, ne
had cultivated a superb contempt for
those beliefs which other people cher-
ish. Most men attain success through
love of their work; Mr, Pope had be-
come an eminent critic because of his
hatred for the drama and all things
dramatic. Nor was he any more enam-
ored of Journalism, being in truth by
nature bucolic, but after trying many
occupations and failing In all of them
he had returned to his desk after each
excursion into other fields. First-night
audiences knew him now, and had
come to look for his thin, sharp fea-
tures. His shapeless, wrinkled suit,
that resembled a sleeping bag; his flan-
nel shirt, always tieless and frequeutly
collarless, were considered attributes
of genius; and, finding New York to be
amazingly gullible, he took a certain
delight lu accentuating his eccentrici-
ties. At especially prominent pre-
mieres he affected a sweuter under-
neath his coat, but that was his nearest
approach to formal evening dress.
Further concession to fashion ho made
Owing to the dearth of new produc-
tions this summer, Pope 'had under-
taken a series of magazine articles de-
scriptive of the reigning theatrical
beauties, and, while he detested wom-
en in gerteral and the painted favorites
qf' Broadway in particular, he had
forced himself to write the common
laudatory stuff which the public de-
manded. Only once had he given free
rein to his inclinations and written
witli a polsofed pen. Tonight, how-
over, as he entered the stage door of
Bergman's Circuit theater, it was with
a different Intent.
Regan, the stage-door tender, better
known since his vaudeville days as
"The Judge," answered his greeting
with a lugubrious shake of a bald head.
"I'm a sick man, Mr. Tope. Same
'M-m-in. Kidneys, isn't it?"
'No. Rheumatism. I'm a beehive
irwarmln' with pains." The Judge
leaned forward, and a strong odor of
whisky enveloped the cellar. "Could
you slip me four bits for some lini-
The critic smiled. "There's a dollar,
Regan. Try Scotch for a change. It's
better for you than these cheap blends.
And don't breathe toward a lamp, or
The Judge laughed wheezingly. "I
do take a drop now and then. See
here, you know all the managers, Mr.
Pope. Can't you find a Job for Lottie
"little Devine. Why, she's your
wife, isn't she? She's a trifle old, I'm
Huh! She wigs up a lot better'n
some of the squabs In this troupe. Be
lieve me, she'd fit any chorus."
"Why don't you ask Bergman?"
Mr. Regan shook his hairless head.
He's dippy on 'types.' This show's
full of 'em; real blondes, real brunettes,
bold aud dasliin' ones, tall and state-
lies, blushers, shrlnkers, laughers, and
sadllng8. He won't stand for make-up;
he wants 'em with the dew on. They've
got to look natural for Bergman. That's
some of 'em now." He nodded toward
group of young, fresh-cheeked girls
who had entered the stage door and
were hurrying down the hall.
'I've come to Interview one of Berg-
man's 'types;' that new beauty, Miss
Knight Is she here yet?"
"Sure; her and the back-dropi too.
She carries the old woman for scen-
ery." Mr. Regan took the caller's card
and shuffled away, leaving Pope to
watch the stream of performers as
they entered and made for their quar-
ters. There were many women In the
number, and all of them were pretty.
Most of them were overdressed in the
extremes of fashion; a few quietly
garbed ladles and gentlemen entered
the lower dressing rooms reserved for
Meanwhile he exchanged greetings
with the star—a clear-eyed man with
the face of a scholar and the limbs of
an athlete. The latter had studied for
the law; he had the drollest legs In the
business, and his salary excef*ded that
of Supreme court justice. They were
talking when Mr. Regan returned to
tell the interviewer that he would be
Pope ifollowed to the next floor and
entered a brightly lighted, overheated
dressing room, where Lorelei and her
mother were waiting. It was a glar-
ing. stuffy cubbyhole ventilated by
means of a hall door and a tiny win-
dow opening from the lavatory at the
rear. Along the sides ran mirrors, be-
neath which was fixed a wide make-up
shelf. One section of the wall was de-
voted to telegraph and cable forms,
bearing messages of felicitation at the
opening of "The Revue of 1913." A
zoologist would have found the display
uninteresting; ^ut a society reporter
would have reveled In the names—and
especially in the sentiments—inscribed
upon the yellow sheets. Some were ad-
dressed to Lorelei Knight, others to
Lllas Lynn, her roommate.
Pope found Lorelei completely
dressed, in expectation of hi^ arrival.
She wore the white and silver first-act
costume of the Fairy Princess. Both
she and her mother were plainly non-
plused at the appearance of their
caller; but Mrs. Knight recovered
quickly from the shock and said agree-
"Lorelei was frightened to death at
your message yesterday. She was al-
most afraid to let you interview her
after what you wrote about Adoree
Pope shrugged. "Your daughter Is
altogether different to the star of the
Palace Garden, Mrs. Knight. Demo-
rest trades openly upon her notoriety
and—I don't like bad women. New
York never would have taken her up
if she hadn't advertised as the wicked-
est woman in Europe, for she can nei-
ther act, sing nor dance, nowever,
she's become the rage, so I had to in-
clude her in my series of articles. Now,
Miss Knight has made a legitimate
success as far as she has gone."
lie turned to the girl herself, who
wa smiling at him as she had smiled
since his entrance. He did not wonder
at the prominence her beauty had
brought her, for even at this close
range her make-up cpuld not disguise
her loveliness. The lily had been
painted, to be sure, but the sacrilege
was not too noticeable; the lips were
glaringly red now, but the expression
was none the less sweet and friendly.
"There's nothing 'legitimate' about
musical shows," she told him, in reply
to his last remark, "and I can't act or
sing or dance as well as Miss Demo-
"You don't need to; just let the pub-
lic rest its eyes on you and it will be
satisfied—anyhow, it should be. Of
course everybody flatters you. Has
^success turned your head?"
Mrs. Knight answered for her daugh-
ter. "Lorelei has too much sense for
that. She succeeded easily, but she
Then, in response to a question by
Pope, Lorelei told him something of
"Of course a famous beauty does
meet a lot of people." he said. "Tell
me what you think of our flourishing
little city and our New York men."
But Lorelei raised a slender hand.
"Not for worlds. Besides, you're
making fun of me now. You are con-
sidered A very dangerous person, Mr.
"You're thinkisg of my story about
the Demorest woman again," he
"Is she really as bad as you have
"I don't know, never having met the
lady. I wouldn't humiliate myself by
a peiaonal Interview, so I built a story
on the Broadway gossip. Inasmuch
as she goes In for notoriety, I gave
her some of the best that I had In
stock. Her photographer did the rest."
The door curtains parted, and Lllas
Lynn, a slim, black-eyed young wom-
an, entered. She greeted Pope cor-
dially as she removed her hat and
handed it to the woman who acted as
dresser for the two occupants of the
"I'm late, as usual," she said. "But
don't leave on my account." She dis-
appeared into the lavatory, and
emerged a moment later In a combing
Jacket. "Lorelei's got her nerve to
talk to you after the panning you gave
Demorest," she continued. "Aren't
you ashamed of yourself to strike a
Pope nodded. "I am, and I'm
ashamed of my entire sex when I hear
of* them flocking to the Palace Gar-
den Just to see a woman who has noth-
ing to distinguish her but a reputation
"Did you see the crown Jewels—the
King's cabochon rubies?" Lorelei
"Only from the front. I dare say
they're as counterfeit as she is."
Miss Lynn turned, revealing a
countenance as shiny as that of an
Esktyno belle. With her war-paint only
half applied and her hair secured close-
ly to her small head, she did not in
the least resemble the dashing "count-
ess" of the program.
Oh, they're real enough. I got that
Campbell Pope scoffed.
"Isn't It true about the king of Sel-
dovla? Didn't she wreck his throne?"
eagerly queried Mrs. Knight.
"I never met the king, and I haven't
examined his throne. But, you know,
kings can do no wrong, and thrones
are easily mended."
But Mrs. Knight was insistent; her
eyes glittered, her sharp nose was
thrust forward Inquisitively. "They
say she draws two thousand a week,
her experience. "We're up-state people, | ,, ,.
you know. Mr. Uergmnn was looking ' "nd W°" ' KO to 8upper wlth R mnn for
for types, and I seemed to suit, so I
less than five hundred dollars. She
Bot an enK.iK.-ment at once. The now*-1 Sn'™ lf b° SePn
papers began to mention me, and when '"'"'VV hJr *hey'! hllve to P"? f"r
he produced this show he had the part
of the Fairy Princess written In for
me. It's really very easy, and I don't
do much except wear the gowns and
speak a few lines."
"You're one of the principals," her
mother said, chidlngly.
"I suppose you're ambitious?" Tope
Again the mother answered. "In-
deed she is, and she's bound to suc-
ceed. Of course, she hasn't had any
experience to speak of, but there's
more than one manager that's got his
"Tell Me What You Think of Our
Flourishing Little City."
eye on her." The listener inwardly
cringed. "She could be starred easy,
and she will be, too, in another sea-
Pope resented Mrs. Knight's share In
the conversation. He did not like the
elder woman's face, nor her voice, nor
her manner. She impressed him as an-
other theatrical type with whlcli he
was familiar—the stage mamma. He
found himself marveling at the dis-
similarity of Lite two women.
it, and she's right. Of course she's ter- ;
ribly bad, but you must admit she's
done mighty well for herself."
"We'll have a chance to see het to- i
night," announced Lllas. "Mr. Ham-
mon Is giving a big supper to some of
his friends and we're going—Lorelei
and I. Demorest Is down for her j
'Danse de Nuit.' They say it's the
"Hammon, the steel man?" queried
the critic, curiously.
"Sure. There's only one Hammon.
But nix on the newspaper story; this '
is a private affair."
"Never let us speak 111 of a poor !
Pittsburgh millionaire," laughed Pope.
"Scandal must never darken the soot
of that village." He turned as Slos-
son, the press agent of the show, en-
tered with a bundle of photographs.
"Ilere are the new pictures of Lore-
lei for your story, old man," Mr. Slos-
son said. "Bergmann will appreciate
the boost for one of his girls. Help
yourself to those you want. If you
need any more stuff I'll supply it."
"Don't go to the trouble," Pope hast-
ily deprecated. "I know the story.
Now I'm going to leave and let Miss
"Don't go on my account," urged
Lllas. "This room is like a subway
station, and I've got so I could 'change'
in Bryant park at noon and never
shock a policeman."
"You won't say anything mean about
us, will you?" Mrs, Knight Implored.
"In this business a girl's reputation is
[ all she has."
"I promise." Pope held out his
hand to Lorelei, and as she shook it
her lips parted in her ever-ready smile'.
"Nice girl, that," the critic remarked,
V he and Slosson descended the stairs
"Which one—Lorelei, Lllas, or the
"How did she come to choose thaf
for a mother?" muttered Pope.
"One of nature's Inscrutable myste-
ries. But wait. Have you seen
"No. Who's he?'
Do you believe that Campbell
Pope, Instinctively liking Lor-
elei, will show her a way to
shake off her greedy and men-
daclous family—father, mother
and son, all bloodsuckers? And
do you believe h* will help her
to get ahead legitimately?
<T0 E* CMANTJW L'iclXJ
liiin, and ho
moved his Head
from side to side,
und waved hi*
^ \ " 'I want to do>
* &W riL A \ something,' he
said to himself. A
little Cousin of
his was paying a
. „ . . Call on him, and
he said: 'Why not
^ go and see the
" 'We always
"Why Do You Fight,* said
Fight at All?" Jteddy.
" 'Well,' said his Cousin, *You want
to do something. Now Fighting is
something. Isn't it?'
".'You're quite right,' said Reddy.
" 'And don't you think you would
like to Fight? I'm sure I feel like it.*
" 'Oh,' said Reddy, 'would you come,
" To be sure I would. I'd like to-
have something to do myself. I have
Sat with you for a long time, and you
haven't said a Pleasant Word. You
have Scolded and Scolded. Though,
goodness only knows what you've had
to Scold about. You have all the Nuts
I you need—enough to last you for
j Months and Months, and you have a
I Pleasant Cousin come to Chat with,
you.' His Cousin grinned, and his
Eyes twinkled as he said this. He was
really quite amused at the Praise he-
was giving himself.
"'Now that you suggest a Fight/
said Roddy, 'I cen think of nothing I'd
like better. You're a Kind Cousin to
Suggest such a thing. But we'll have
to get two of the Gray Squirrel Fam-
ily to Fight us now Instead of one. It
wouldn't be fair to have two against
I "'Certainly not,* said his Cousin.
'Although It would not be so very un-
fair to have one of us agaiust two of
"The Red Squirrels know that they
can beat the Gray Squirrels and they're
very proud of themselves for being
such Fighters. Especially because the
Gray Squirrels are quite a good deal
"lleddy and Ills Cousin started off,,
going from Tree to Tree as fast as
they could, and Running along Fences
as if they were chasing each other.
"Some Grown-ups who saw them
tearing along said: 'Look at that Squir-
rel Chasing the other one.'
"But it was Reddy who was Chasing
after his Cousin, trying to keep up so^
they'd both reach the Gray Squirrel
Family's Home at Just the same time.
And lteddy's Cousin was a little young-
er, and perhaps a better Runner.
"They did reach fhe Home of the
Gray Squirrels at just the same time.
The Gray Squirrels were having their
Breakfast when they arrived. They
were Feeding the Children, who were-
so Sleepy that between each Nibble
they'd fall Asleep again. For the Chil-
dren were still in their Nest of Moss
and Leaves—a very beautiful, com-
"'We two Red Squirrels,' said Red-
dy, 'would like to Fight two of you.'
" 'Oh,' said Father Squirrel, 'doesn't
it seem rather a pity to Fight on such
a nice dyy?'
" 'The nicer the day, the better the
Fight,' said Reddy Squirrel. He
thought that Speech sounded rather
Nice. It reminded him of something
he had heard long ago when he was
a Baby Squirrel, aud his Mother und
Daddy were tell-
ing hi in of the
Victories of the
Red S q u 1 r r e Is
over the Gruy
" 'But you're
" 'We're not so
large as you,' Reddy Squirrel,
'aid Reddy, with a Wicked Grin. He
was so glad that they were not so
large as the Gray Squirrels. It made
Victory so much more Wonderful.
They could be so much more Proud of
It than if they looked evenly matched.
" 'But there are two of you,' said
Father Gray Squirrel.
" 'Can't you ask one of your Sons
to fight with you?' asfced Reddy's Cou-
sin. 'We don't want to Fight you
" 'Indeed we don't,' said Reddy. 'We
waut to have this a Double Battle.
That Sounds so Fine I think.'
" 'Why do you flght at all,' said lit-
tle Miss Gray Squirrel. 'You're not
Angry with each other. It seems Silly
" 'All, no,' snid Reddy, 'It's not Silly
to Fight. It's Fine. Be cause one of us
will be Victorious, and Victory Is such
a Beautiful thing!'
" 'Well, are you ready?' said Reddy's
Cousin to the Gray Squirrels. But be-
fore they had Fought more than a few
moments they begged for Peace, be-
cause the Gray Squirrels cannot beat
the Bed ones even though they ure
"A comet means war and disasters
f ull kinds."
"Then Its end Is a tall of woe."
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