Omaha daily bee., 1921-04-10
The Mischievous Eseapades. Of War.
ren's Nephew Result in
Hectic Afternoon.


rie shuddered. Now, dear. put
up your marbles-you're making toe
much noise"
But Bobbie, who had bfought Z
pocketiul OF marbles. continued te
shoot them over the hardwood floor
"Kow you're going to be goot
10y ano mind Aunt Helen while
mothers at the dentists. I'll BE-
back in time for us to take the s:SC
with father"
You're sure YOU won't all stay
tor dinner and 60 out on the 9:lS.''
invited Helen. but without excessive
cordiality.
mo. | told her we'd be home
she'll have dinner ready" drawing
on her gloves. Bobby. you .rnustnt
bounce them on the window seat
YOU might break the glass! Just give
him hook to look at-that always
keeps him quiet. | know he's going
TO be a great author. You neve.
saw child so fond OF books"
Having seen her sister-in-law into
The elevator. Helen returned to the
library, where Bobbie was dancing
about with impish glee.
Zone stayed UP there" shyins
another marble on top OF the book
case.
"Oh. YOU mustn't do thatl You'll
h-eak those rlass doors. Come,
Aunt Helen will give you nice pic
sure book to look at" getting out
Animals at the Circus" and Billy
Whiskers"-two books kept for his
diversion. =.
''Ain't You got no new ones!' re-
garding them with disfavor.
".Oh. here's the kangaroo! Isn't
he the one that can go so long with
out water" beguiled Helen.
"'Tain't hints the camel cor
rected Bobtie, scornfully.
By appealing to his masculine ego
tism in letting him correct her blum
ders. Helen managed to anluse him
for almost an hour. 49,.
'Would You like to play checkers"
when his interest finally Jagged. You
beat Aunt Helen the last time"
'.Got any cookies!" irrelcvantly.
aNo, but we've some nice fruit
crackers" leading the way to the
pantry.
%.Ain't you got no cake:" muncl,-
ing the sultana cracker without en-
thusiasm.
Not today. Now dom get the
crumbs on the Aoor."
"Wanta drinkI'
''We'Il wait until it runs cold
starting to fiji glass at the pantry
sink. "Oh, must have this faucet
fxedp
"Who broke it," demanded Bobbic.
ITS just loose. And see how it
drips-it needs new washer"
Whats that!"
"a little rubber ring. Oh, there's
the phone! Don't break that glass!
1t was Mrs. Dalton, seeking con-
dolence for having lost her maid.
Il don't know of any just now.
That Eureka Agency is fairly good"
suggested Helen. 81 got Cora there.
I'll ask her in the morning.
This is her afternoon of. /.
Yes. know it's awfully hardl'
Helen proving 4 sympathetic audi
ence, Mrs Dalton launched into
detailed account OF the insolent, ex-
travaeant inefficient maid who had
just lett.
:. A disconcertins sound from the
pantry. Was Bobhie raiding the ice
box? Had he found the fruit jelly
and tha. bottle OF olives?
"Ot, there's the door-bell-1'll
have to say good.byer ruse she
often employed to end a prolonged
conversations
Turning back to the pantry an
oninous sound brought visions of
an overAowing 4 sink. The scene \
which met her distracted gaze was
infinitely worse.
Bobbie had climbed up and un-
screwed the faucet! Pale and
drenched, he was trying to stem
the water that shot out against the
opposite wall.
Snatching the faucet from him
Helen tried TO- screw it back, but
only succeeded IN getting wringing
wet.
"Run-set the elevator boyl
stopping the flow with both hands. .
'Bobbie darted out into the hall
and came back with whimpering,
Cant open the doorT'
Turn the latch--that little knob !
underneath" wincing as thin
stream escaped her palms and
squirted into her left eye.
Again Bobbie returned, saying he
Couldn't. T
The situation was desperate. She
could not take her hands from the
pipe-and there was no way to /
SUMMON help.
Open that cupboard door! No,
the other side. Hand me that box OF
corks. Corks-stoppers-things YOU
put in bottles. Yes, that's the box"
Freeing one hand, she selected a
cork about the size, Of the pipe. AZ I
ter several drenching attempts she
finally inserted it. The next mo-
iaent the force Of the water shot it (
out. With this second deluge, she .
was wet to the skin.
Get me a towel-a tea towel /
from the kitchen. Climb up on that
chair" /
But her efforts to stuff UP the
nipe with the towel were equally
futile.
There's the bell. Run quick. If
you CAN'T open the door--ask who
It is"
ITS mammal! he came dashing
lack.
Tell her to come around to the
kitchen door,"
Rushing to the door, Helen flung
it open, and darted back to clamp
her hands over the vicious flow. |
What on earth is the rlatter!"
Carrie came rushing in.
ASK Bobbie' griuly, her tired !