Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1912-05-18

cldnSe my Shippers 1OT
shoes and find my oldest
skirt
''Tramps never change their Clothes"
growled Bob. the ten-year-old despot-
Il wouldn't if were really Il tramp
all the time. but, my dear Bob. you
see, where l am compelled to lead n
dress for my part-my two parts.
Shall we catch fish for our support"
NO. he objected strenuously;
"tramps never work. 1 found a dime
last time, you know. and bought bread
and honey at the grocery Now it's
your turn to provide the eats
you had such luck" she replied in
an envious tone. I'll have to beg or
steal. 1 never find anything. Well not
go hungry. Let me see, have you any
matches: 2"
"Of course Tramps always have
matches"
do they? Well, let's take this road
up past the Hill farm"
"Oh, L bet l know what you are go
ing to do. You are going through Hills
cornfield and swipe some ears of corn,
and then you are going to build a fire in
the woods and roast it. How l wish we
had some salt and some butter'S
THE idea of q tramp wanting luxu-
riesr'
In the cornfield they secured half a
dozen ears of ripe corn and then sought
the woods.
It's my turn to cook. Bob" assert
ed his young aunt. beginning to collect
twigs. brush and dried leaves.
All right, You build the fire. and
I'm going down to the river
Leave me the matches, and don't
stay long"
There was method in Bob's depar-
ture. He still had longings for salt
and butter. and he knew there were
apt to be picnic parties on the river
bank. When he returned a fire was
burning cheerily.
Look here. Aunt Lou.'' he cried.
"Oh. Bob! A regular feast! Did
you beg of some of the picnickers?''
No he replied. Il found lunch
baskets on the shore and no one near;
at least i didn't see any one l just
helped myself. If l had been a real
tramp l would have swiped the whole
layout"
.'Oh. Bob,'' she said ruefully. You
shouldn't have gone into their baskets"
We'll, like that. Will you please
tell me who stole this corng'
That's quite different We know
Farmer Hill"
Worse yet. to steal from your
friends"
But these Strangers
well. they've got plenty. and
He stopped short listened and then
seized the hand of his companion. run
ming her to a pile of wood corded up.
What was it?' she whispered
After q long interval of silence Bob
took observations Seeing no one. he
cautiously and by detour sought the
precincts of their camping ground.
A whistle assured his aunt in wait
ing that all was well. and she emerged
from the wood pile and rejoined her
nephew.
Everything is herer' he exclaimed
Joyfully. 'HelloI What's this?"
He took down a note which was
pinned to the trunk of the tree beneath
which he had stored his booty.
"a fair exchange" he read. sis no
robbery. 1 recognize our subsistence
and therefore take four ears of your
roast corn. 1 judge there are but two
in your party. and two ears will be
plenty for you-in fact, all you should
eat"
The clear ringing laugh of Bob's Aunt
Lou echoed through the woods and
caught the attention of young man
who was serenely contemplating a de-
spoiled corncob. He smiled apprecia-
lively and turned as If he would fain
trace the origin OF the echo OF mirth,
but the people who were boarding the