The Omaha guide., 1932-10-22

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to the bank in his long, low. yellow
ear.
His Aunt Louise, who was just an
other woman to him, wondered
how he did it. Because he seldom
came in before one and very often
after one. But all she was to do
was attend to her sewing and her
own business. She also attended to
his business and anybody else's
business whenever she got the
chance.
1t was Aunt Louise who broke
1.-THE news to him that the sign on
the house next door was down
which meant that the house hac
been rented. She had seen some
of the persons.
He looked up, interested for once
in her conversation, and asked
whether any girls were with them.
When his aunt said she had seen
none, he Immediately lost all in
terest.
His aunt went on about a stout,
middle-aged lady. He was thinking
that Vashti, with the straight black
hair and olive complexion, was
worrisome. His aunt laughed about
the short, red-brown man.. He was
thinking that DeloriS tried to be
cute, which was annoying. His aunt
wondered about the new peoples
curtains. He was thinking that
Valaria pronounced Va-lay-reea)
made him sick.
The next morning his aunt had
more to tell, which was as equally
important. In fact, every morning
she had something to sell about the
new people.
Monday morning, Pretty Boy
went through his usual routine.
He sighed happily as he looked
at his green, velvet lawn, shrub
berry and rambling green vines. He
loved this garden almost as much
as he loved himself and Pal.
pal" he said, what a gardenl"
But Pal was not looking at him.
His ears straight up and his.
hos was quivering. Presently Pres.
colt saw all. A big dog had his
front feet on the tall, thick hedges
that divided P~rescott's home from
the new peoples. He was looking
at Pal sadly-as if to say, Mug, I
pity YOU" He ever went farther.
He jumped down on Prescott's fav-
|orite baby evergreen tree.
Prescott groaned as he would
have done had his beautiful mus
|tache had been ruined. This dog
was just as large, if not larger, than
Pal.
The two dogs went through what
dogs generally go through, then
they began to walk around each
other and growl. The truth was,
neither wanted to start the fight
because one was just as capable of
winning as the other.
Get out of here" said Prescott.
The dog regarded Pal with a
Isneer and Pal regarded him with
IA sheer.
Get out Of herel" cried Alvin.
The great dog wiggled his study
tail and glared at Pal. Pal wig
gled his ears and glared at the
great dog. They would have gone
on like this for hours, because they
were proud dogs. Both had too
much pride to stop first.
Get out of here!" yelled Alvin,
and he picked up a rake.
At the moment he picked up the
rake, he glanced at the tall, thick
hedges which divided his home from
the new peoples. He held the rake
up and stared. Something black-it
looked like hair-was appearing. 1t
was an artistically marcelled black
head and along with it appeared
Ia face. 1t was not a pretty face
because of the peculiar nose and
the freckles across it. The complex
ion was not brown and it was not
red. It was a mixture Of red and
brown. All that Prescott could see
was the artistically marcelled head,
the large eyes, the round mouth,
and the funny nos with the freckles
across it.
The girls large eyes were darting
from Preseott to the rake an from
the rake % the dogs In a few
seconds she had taken in the situa-
ton. In another second she had
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