New Britain herald., 1927-02-03

Chatterer the Red Squirrel is not easily discouraged. No, sir. he isn't easily discouraged. When he starts something, he keeps at it. Chatter CT had started out to find some new storehouses. That is, he had started out to find some places that he could use for storehouses. He had had one busy day, and that night he slept soundly. You see, he was tired. But the next morning he was off again. I'll find a new "tore- Chatterer," he muttered. I'll go a little farther away than I have been before. It will be good business to go farther away, for other folks are less likely to hunt for anything of mine farther from home"
 So Chatterer travelled through the treetops, jumping from one tree to another where the branches almost met, and presently he was far enough from home for him to feel that no one was likely to look there for a storehouse of his. Then he be- gan to hunt high and low for a good hiding place to be turned into g storehouse.
 For a long time he found nothing that suited him. Then he discovered . tall dead stump. Others had dis covered that stump. Drummer the Woodpecker had had fine time on that stump. He had made many little holes in it, little holes that went in only half an inch or so. He had made them in digging out grubs whcih were living in that old stump. But halfway up he had made real hole. In fact, he had made one in which to make his home. He hadn't used it for year or two, so there it was for any one else 10 Use who wanted it. Chatterer didn't think of it as a possible storehouse. He was just curious about it. He wanted to see if any of the other feathered folk had been living in it.
 So Chatterer scampered up, poked his head inside. It was nice hole. It pleased Chatterer at the first look. He began to think it might do him far a home sometime if he wanted to make a change. So he followed his head into the hole.
 Huh" said Chatterer. "Some- tody's had a nest in here. I won der who it was" You see, Chatterer had found some nice soft material, material that would make the softest incest kind of bed. But Chatterer didn't curl up in it. Not bit of t. He right away began to examine that bed. He wanted to see how much of that nice, soft material there was. He pulled some of it away. You see. he wanted also to see how deep that hole was. As he pulled away that soft bed his hands felt something hard. He stopped. Very carefully he felt of what he had found. It was three-sided. There were three quite sharp edges. Chat terer didn't have to see it to know what he had found.
 "A beechnut." he exclaimed un- der his breath. "A beechnut, wonder if there are any more here"
 You should have seen Chatterer tear that bed to pieces then. It didn't take him half a minute to discover that that bed was simply to hide from searching eyes inc incest lot of sweet beechnuts Chat terer had seen. They were just ex- sctly as fine as those beethnuts he had so carefully stored away and which had been stolen from him They were just exactly as good, for he tasted one to find out.
 "They came from the very same tree that those beechnuts I had came from" muttered Chatterer. q know the flavor. Yes, sir. know the flavor. They came from that very tree. I wonder"-- A sudden though struck Chatterer. Could it he-could it be that these really were his lost beechnuts? Could 1t hs that he had found the storehouse of the one who had stolen those teechnuts from his storehouse Sud-