The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-06-05
BURGESS BED-
 TIME STORY
LOVE FILLS THE HEART OF
 wHITEFOOT
Joyous niI the winds that blow To the heart with love agIow.

LOVE FILLS THE HEAhE Of
 wHITEFOoT
 Joyous nu the winds that blow To the henrt with love aglow.
 -Whitefoot the Wood Mouse
 1t was a wonderful game of hide and seek that Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was playing in the dusk of early evening. Whitefoot was it" all the tfme That is. he was the one who had to do all the hunting. Just who he was hunting for he didn't know. He knew 1t was another Wood Mouse, but it was a stranger. and, do what he would, he couldn't get so much as a glimpse of this little stranger. He would drum with his feet, and after a slight pause there would be an answering drum. Then Whitefeet would run as fast as he could in that direction, only to find no one at all. Then he would drum again and the reply would come from another direction.
 Every moment Whitefoot became more excited. He forgot everything, even danger, in his desire to see that little drummer. Once or twice he actually lost his temper in his dis appointment. But this was only for a moment. He was too eager to find that little drummer to be angry very long.
 At last there came a time when there was no reply to his drumming. He drummed and he listened. Noth- Ing was to be heard, There was no reply. Whitefoots heart Hank. All the old lonesomeness crept over him again. He didn't know which way to turn to look for that stranger. When he had drummed until he was' sttred he sat on the end of an old log, a perfect picture of disappointment. He was so disappointed that he could have cried if 1t would have done any good.
 Just as he had about made up his mind that there was nothing to do but to try to find his way home his keen little ears caught the faintest rustic of dry yeaves. Instantly White : foot was alert and watchfui. Long ago he had learned to be suspicious of rustling leaves. They might have been rustled by the feet of an enemy stealing upon him. No Wood Mouse who wants to live long Is ever heed less of rustling leaves. As still as If he couldn't move, Whltefoot sat star ing at the place from which that faint sound had seemed to come. For
 
 saw nothing. Then another leaf rustled n little bit to one side. Whitefoot turned like a flash, his feet gathered under him, ready for a long jump to safety.
 At first he saw nothing. Then he became aware of two bright. soft little eyes Watching him. He stared at them very hard, and then all over him crept those funny thrills he had felt when he had first heard the drumming of the stranger. He knew without being told that those eyes be- longed to the little drummer with whom he had been playing hide-and- seek so long.
 Whitefoot held his breathe He was so afraid that those eyes would van ish Finally he rather timitly jumped down from the log and started toward those two soft eyes. They vanished. N.hitefoots heart sank He was tempted to rush forward, but he didn't He sat still. There was a slight rustic off to the right A little ray of moonlight made its way down through the branches of the tree just there, and In the middle of the light spot it made sat a timid little person. It seemed to White foot that he was looking at the most beautiful Wood Mouse in all the Great World. Suddenly Le felt very shy and timid.
 ho-who-who-- are you?" he st@mmered.
 T am little Miss Dainty" replied the stranger bashfully.
 Right then and there Whitefoot's heart was filled so full of something that it seemed as if 1t would burst.