The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1915-11-04
LITTLE STORIES FOR BEDTIME.
BY THORNTON w. BURGESS.


are different Kinds Of thrills. some
very nice, and some not nice at all.
There are thrills Of Joy and glad
ness. There are thrills OF fear.
There arc thrills Of excitement.
When you hear the clang OF the
fire engine as It PUSHES down the
street don't you Just shiver all over
with excitement7 Those delicious
little shivers arc thrills.
When Bob White heard the bang!
bangl Of the hunters terrible gun
that morning when one OF his chill
dreu was shot, he felt q sudden
thrill, but Il was . thrill OF fear.
All the other Bob Whites felt the
same kind Of Q thrill. Peter Rab-
bit knows all about such thrills. So
does Danny Meadow Mouse. They
have had them when they have had
narrow escapes from Reddy Fox and
Hooty the. Owl and Old Man Coyote
and Redtall tho Hawk Such thrills
are very unpleasant and no one
wants them. But thrills OF Joy and
gladness are among the most beau
tiful things in life.
Bob White and Mrs. Bob had
given up all hope OF ever seeing
again their baby who had been shot
by the hunter. They always spoke
OF him as a baby. although he was
quite as big as his mother. 1t 10 a
way that mothers and fathers have
For a whole day Bob had called and
called without ever getting a reply.
So they felt sure that he had been
killed, and because thsy didn't want
their sadness to make the others
cad they tried to be as cheerful as
of old. Every morning Bob White
whistled from q fence-post on the
edge of Farmer Browns wheat neld.
Il was clear, sweet and far reach
ing, was that whistle. carrying a
message OF cheer to all the world.
Bob White! Bob White! Bob
Bob white!" he called, and all the
green meadows and green forest re-
joiced to hear him.
It was ten days after that dread
full day when the hunter found BOD
Whites family and shot one. Bob
White was whistling his early morn
ing greeting to the great world as
usual. Suddenly he nearly lost his
balance and he quite lost his breath
so that he broke a whistle right
short of In the middle. His keen
ears had caught q sound that sent a
thrill all over him, thrill OF great
Joy and gladness. 1t was so unex-
pected that he couldn't believe IT
at first. He thought he must have
been mistaken. SO he listened with
his head cooked on one side, and as
he listened he shook all over with
excitement.
Mrs. Bob had noticed how he had
cut that whistle short and she came
hurrying over to find out what IL
meant
what Is IT." she asked anxious
Nv. "Iave you discovered some new
danger?"
"Be still, and listen with all your
might" commanded Bob. Then he
drew q long breath and whistled
with nll his might, "Bob-boo
white!"
Almost like an echo there came
from far away, faint but clear, an
answer, bob White! Bob Whlte!"
Mrs. Bob was SO excited she few
right up beside Bob. tits our lost
darling!" she cried. I'D know his
voice anywhere. He's alive! He's
alive!"
And then Bob whistled as he new
er had whistled before, for his heart
thrilled with Joy, such Joy as he
could and no other way Of express
ing. Every one within hearing no
ticed It. Peter Rabbit. over in the
dear Old Briar Patch, pricked up
his ears.
my dear" said he to little Mrs
Peter, Bob White must have heard
some glad news. I'm going right
over to find out what IL Is. l never
have heard him whistle like that
before"
Thrice blessed be the girl or boy
who nils another's heart with Joy.
Bob White few back to the Green
Meadows, where little Mrs. Bob was
anxiously waiting for him, and his
heart was light. Mrs. Bob was
watching for him and new to meet
him.
ITS all right" cried Bob. 81
found him over in Farmer Browns
henyard." OF course him" meant
the young Bob White who had beer
given mp N killed.
"what?" exclaimed Mrs. Bob
what is Q henyard. and what II