Norwich bulletin., 1916-12-30
A LITTLE STORY.

Dear Sisters of The Social Corner:
 As Q new contributor to The Cor ner, I am rather bashful about going ahead, and hope you will allow me to slide in as gracefully as possible.
 Being personally acquainted with some of you do not feel as though was all alone amongst strangers; ard as I cannot recall any recipes offhand, I shall endeayor to amuse you with a true story, one of the participants be- ing g, member of The Corner, and in order not to give her away. shah sub stitute the name of Thompson in place of the real name.
 The evening meal had just been fin- ishcd, and MT. and Mrs. Thompson had adjourned to the sitting room to devour the contents of the evening pa- per, while the two children had gone to playing on the floor, and were mak- ing considerable noise. to say the least.
 Mrs. Thompson was earnestly scan- ming through the items / of interest, when she suddenly came upon para graph which shocked her considerably
 Her husband. just ready to light his pipe, noticed the change of expression crossing the face of his wife, and said, Annie, what is the trouble?"
 NThe house of our next door neigh Dor was robbed last night, and never knew a thing about it until this very minute when I read of it in the pa per- replied Mrs. Thompson.
 
 nie.' replied the head of the house, 'and it is rather strange that we should not have heard of it before now" They continued to talk about it for some time, and gradually the conver- gation drifted into other channels, and the robbery was forgotten until bed time.
 The children were in bed and Mir. and Mrs. Thompson were preparing to go. when she asked him if he was sure all the windows were secure for the night. He replied they were, and they soon settled down to a comfortable nights sleep.
 Mrs. Thompson soon fell asleep, | while her better half was only dozing in light slurnber.
 It seemed ages. but in reality was less than an hour, when MT. Thomp- son awoke with start and began to listen intently. expecting to hear neis- | es, for he felt that something out of | the ordinary had caused him to awake. l He still lay quiet. without even walk | ing his wife, the only audible sound being that of his heart, bearing many times too fast. and the incessent snoring of his better half. 1 Not being able to stand the sus- pense any longer, he jumped from the bed. and tried to pierce the darkness of the next room.
 1 There, directly in front of him, at the opposite end of the room stood a man of his own size. facing him. l Mrs. Thompson was soon awakened by hearing her husband calling, Hello, therei Hello, there! What Do you | want in here?"
 1 Upon hearing no one answer to his l questions, she shrieled. John, who are you talking to?''
 replied John, whereupon Mrs. Thomp- son jumped to the middle of the floor, | in order to protect her husband from any unwelcome invaders. 'T don't see or hear anyone, John,' '' replied she.
 sRight there! Can't you see?'' re- torted John and instantly Mrs. Thomp- son just fell upon the bed, her sides shaking with laughter, and tears roll ing down her face.
 "John, that is your own self you see In the large mirror" she shriel1ed be- tween laughter and tears. q changed the room about today, and hung the large mirror over there !, pointing to the place where a few mo- 1 ments before John had seen the man John soon crept back to bed again muttering something about women never knowing where they wanted things more than a few minutes at a time.
 | Polly Peppermint: Is that automo- bile still running? do hope you ar H rived home safely from your visit to little Rhode Island, and that you en- 5oyed those grapes you ate on the train.
 I Arrah Wanna. Where are the feath-
 CTS?
 Il Fat Contributor: Have you any od that plain cake?
 Hopeful: Are you going on another case or are you going to wait awhile Ilonger
 Aunty No. I: Does Rover still eat macaroni or has she become dainty