The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-15
Billy Whiskers
By Frand g 1rcgo Montgomery.

Long ago you have guessed who the third sleeper was, and now Billy turn ed his attention to the little yellow dog.
 And here's stubby, sure as I'm alive!" he cried. "The sleepyhead." prodding him playfully in the ribs. Wake up, Stub. and join the reun- ion!''
 "WeIcome home, Billy" said Stub by, rolling over and rubbing his eyes.
 Home? Why, you're dreaming! I've to welcome you to my home this time. That reminds me, Mamie and I live some miles from here. and suggest that we press on- She'll worry if I don't come soon, you know" and Billy assumed very dut- ifu1 air.
 "How do you happen to be away at this time of night, anyway?' ques- toned Billy, Senior.
 That's a long tale," responded the willy young fellow.
 Longer than my taiI?" interrupt ed Stubby, wagging his inch or two. Dogs should be seen and not heard',' misquotsd Billy in 8 superior tone, "Corne, let's bs oa 5Tfe way and after you tell me Srhat good fbF- tune brings you three here, I'll tell my story
 So the quartet set out, the two
  lazily behind. while Button. as usual, made use of the fences that bordered | the road they followed 'T can walk just as we'll up here, leave no te11-ta1e tracks, and sharp l en my claws all at the same time" | he wisely explained when urged to 1 join the three in the highway. l ''Begin the story. Daddy Bill" urg- l ed his adopted son eagerly. I'm all | ears as Bettina used to say. l Well" leisurely returned the old CT goat, ''you see after you left the l farm, I thought I could drop back in l to my old ways very easily. You and | Mamie had been with me only & few short months and I imagined | could now prepare to spend my last days in quiet and without a care. But along came Stubby and Button, both possessed of a desire to travel and they wheed1ed me into joining them on a tramp.
 .It's years since led hand-to-, mouth existence, and I can't say like it now as did when was young as l you are now, Billy, my son. But 1 they urged me to seek you out and | thought perhaps you might need me | if you had chanced to fall into rough | hands.
 "So we started out and have been | travelling ever since. And here we
  summer, if you p1ease!" he concluded with a low salaam.
 And very welcome you are, all three," cordially responded Billy the younger. TT was never more pleased in all my life than when saw you. ! What frolics we will have!''
 Let's press on," from Button. "Im | very anxious to see Mamie, now we are so near our journeys end" and he sped down the dusty country road. a black streak.
 Button, Button"' called Billy. :, warningly. Come back here. you A black imp! I want to present yesss | an. impressive way. Now you see that wooded spot over there?"
 Each of his companions nodded st~ Ient1y in solemn assent
 .@We1l that's the famous Chautau- l qua grounds, home of the greatest l summer school in the world, noted for it's beautiful setting on the wood | ed shoes of the finest lake between the Atlantic and the Mississippi. whose cool breezes sweep away all oppres- sive summer heat. The lake offers
 opportunity for all water sports
 bathing, sailing, canoeing, and, in fact
 "Oh, come, Billy. we didn't ask fo1
 cata1og description, and we dfdnf
 know you had gone into the real ess
 tate business, either We'll find oui
 all Chautauqua's good points for oun'
 selves-and it's bad features, too"
 (But Billy was not to be interrupts
 ed, as you will see tomorrow.)