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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1916-04-06, Page 7April 6th, 1916 PENRO THE WI NQHAM TIMES P ge 7 r'I know where it is." Penrod enter- ietl the door, apd a feeling of relief, me- eually experienced, carried from one to His Hat Seemed to Have Decided to Remain Where It Was. Another of Ms three relatives their in- terchanged congratulation, that he had recovered his sanity. " `Tile day is done and the dark- ness,"' began Mr, I%inosling-and re- cited that poem entire. Ile followed It with "The Children's Hour," and, after a pause at the close, to allow his listeners time for a little reflection upon his rendition, be passed bis hand. again over his head and called in tbe direction of the doorway: "I believe I will take my lint now, little gentleman." "Here It is," said Penrod, unexpect- edly climbing over the porch railing in the other direction. His mother and father and Margaret had supposed him to be standing in the hallway out of -deference and because he thought It !tactful not to interrupt the recitations., All of them remembered later that this supposed thoughtfulness on his part struck them as unnatural. "Very good, little gentleman!" said Mr, Kinosling, and being somewhat chilled, placed the hat firmly upon his head, pulling it down as far as it would go. It had a pleasant warmth which he noticed at once. The next instant be noticed something else, a peculiar sensation of the scalp -a sensation which he was quite unable to define. He lifted his hand to take the bat oi3C and entered upon a strange experi- ence -his hat seemed to have decided to remain where it was. t'DQ you [eke Cenuyson as much as When the Back Becomes Lame IT IS A SIGH OF KIDNEY TROUBLE Doan's Kidney Pills cure the aching back by curing the aching kidneys be- neath—for it is really the kidneys aching • and not the back. Doan's Kidney Pills are a special kidney and bladder medicine for the cure of ail kidney troubles. Mrs. Louisa Gonsbaw, 683 Manning Ave., Toronto, Ont., writes: "I take great pleasure in writing you, stating the benefit I have received by using Doan's Kidney Pills. About three years ago I was terribly afflicted with lame back, and was so bad I could not even sweep the floor. I was advised to try your pills, and before I had used one box there was a great improvement, and my bark was much better. However, I kept on teking them until my back was completely cured. I !uglily recommend "Doan's' for lame back." Doan's Kidney Pills are the original . pill for the kidneys. See that our trade mark the "Maple I,eaf" appears on the wrapper. Doan'; Kidney Pills are 50e per boa, 8 boxes for $1.25; at all dealers or mailed direct ma receipt of price by The T. :Milburn Co., Limited, 'Toronto, Ont. When ordering direct specify "Doan's." Longfellow; Mr: Kiiaosling?" ingnire'd Margaret. "I -ah -I cannot say," he returned absently. "I--ah-each has his own -- ugh! -flavor and savor, each bis -ah -- eh"-, Struck by a strangeness in his tone, she peered at him curiously through the dusk. Fib outlines were indis- tinct, but she made out that his arms were uplifted in a singular gesture. He seemed to be wrenching at his head, "Is -is anythilag the matter?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Kinosling, are you ill?" "Not at -ngb!-all," lie replied, in the same odd tone. "I -ah -I believe - ugh!" He dropped his bands from his bat and rose. Itis manner was slightly agi- tated. "1 fear I may have taken a trifling -ah -cold. I should -ah -per. haps be -ab -better at home. I will- nh-say good night." At the steps he instinctively lifted his hand to remove his hat, but did not do so and. saying "Good night" again in a frigid tone, departed with visible stiffness from that house, to return no more, "Well, of all"- (tried Mrs. Schofield, o tornuled. "What was the [natter? [le ,iust wont -like that!" She made Marled gesture. "Ili heaven's name, tr,::trtd. khat'ti:l yon'1ty to hint;;' I' „'. ,oImrri mete:,r:'t ludtgu:,tly. :I:t;' II" I11,4 wort!" "Why, he didn't even take off his hat when he said good nightl" said Mrs. Schofield.• Margaret, who had crossed to the doorway, caught the ghost of a whis- per behind her, where stood Penrod. "You bet he didn't!" He knew not that he was overheard. A frightful suspieiou flashed through Margaret's mind -suspicion that Kinos- ling's hat would have to be either boiled orf or shared off. With growing horror she recalled Penrod's long ab- sence when he went to bring the hat. "Penrod," she cried. "let me see your haunuls." She bad toiled at those bands herself bite that afternoon, nearly scalding her own, but at Last achieving a lily purity. "Let me see your bands!" Sbe seized them. Again they were tarred! CHAPTER XIX. The Quiet Afternoon. I,RIIAPS middle aged people might discern nature's real in- tentions in the matter of pain if they would examine a boy's Punishments and sorrows, for he pro- longs neither beyond their actual dura- tion. With a boy, trouble must be of homeric dimensions to last overnight, To him, every next day is really a new day. Thus, Penrod woke, next morn- ning, with neither the unspared rod, tior Mr. KKinosling iv his mind. Tar, Itself, so far as his consideration of it went, might bave been an undiscovered substance. His mood was cheerful and mercantile; some process having work- ed mysteriously within him, during the night, to tbe result that his first wait. Ing thought was of profits connected with the sale of old iron -or perhaps a ragman had passed the house, just before he woke. By 10 o'clock he had formed a part- nership with the indeed amiable Sant, and the firm of Schofield & Williams plunged heiulloag into commerce. IIeavy dealings in rags, paper, old iron and lead gave the lirnr a balance of 122 cents on the evening of the third clay, but a venture is glassware, follow• iug, proved disappointing on account of the skepticism of all the druggists in that part of town, vett after seven laborious hours had been spent in cleansing n wheelbarrow load of old medicine bottles with hydt•ant water and ashes. Likewise, tile partners were disheartened by their failure to dis- pose of a crop of "greens," although they had uprooted specimens of that decorative and unappreciated flower, the dandelion, with such persistence and energy that the Schofields' and Williams' lawns looked curiously hag- gard for the rest of that snminer. The fit passed, business languished, hecaule extinct. The dog days had set in. One August afternoon was so hot that even boys sought indoor shade. In the dimness of the vacant carriage house of the stable lounged Masters Penrod Schofield, Samuel Williams, Maurice Levy, Georgie Bassett and Ileeinttn. They Sat still and talked. It-te- a hot -day, In rare trtitb,`' when boys devote themselves principally to conyersation, and this day was that hot, Their eiders should beware such days. Peril hovers near wbeu the fierceness Of weather forces inaction and boys in groups are quiet. The more closely Voleanoes, western rivers, nitroglycerin and boys are peat, the deadlier is their action at the point of outbreak, Thus, pareuts and guardians should cool: for outrages of the most singular violence and of the most peculiar nature during the eonflnInta weather of February and August The thing which befell upon this broiling afternoon began to brew and stew peacefully enough. All was in- aocence and languor; no one could have foretold the eruption. They were upon their great theme: "When I get to be a man!" Being hu- man. though boys, they considered their present estate too commonplace to be dwelt upon, So, when the old men gather, they say; "When I was a boy." It really is the land of now- adays that we never discover. "When I'm a man," said Sam Wil- liams, "I'm goin' to hire me a couple of colored waiters to swing me in a hammock and keep pourin' ice water on me all day out o' those waterin.' cans they sprinkle flowers from, I'll hire you for one of 'em, Herman." • "No; you aim:' goin' to,"' said Herman promptly. "You ain' no fiowuh. But neve min' Hat, anyway,{ Ain' nobody goin' blah me whens I'm a man. Gain' be my own boss. I'm go' be a rai'road man!" "lou mean dire a superintendent, or sumpthing like that, and sell tickets?" asked Penrod. "Sup'in-nv' min' nail Sell ticket? No suh! Go' be a po'tuh! My uncle a po'tuli right now. Solid gole buttons -oh, oh!" "Generals get a lot more button than porters," said Penrod, "Gen- erais"- "Po'tuhs make the bes' !trim'," Her- man interrupted. "My uncle spen' mo' money 'n any white man n'is town," "Well, I rather be a general," said Penrod, "or a senator, or sumptbing like that." , "Senators live in Warsbington," Mau. rice Levy contributed the information, "I been there. Warshington ain't so much. Niag'ra falls is a hundred times as good as Warshiugton. So's 'Tlaatic City. I was there too. E been everywhere there is. I" - "Well, anyway," said Sam Williams, raising his voice in order to obtain the door, "anyway, I'm goin' to lay In a • hammock all day and have ice water spriukled on top o' me, and I'm goin' to lay there all night, too, and the next day. I'm goin' to lay there a cou- ple o' years maybe." "I bet you don't!" exclaimed Mau- rice. "What'd you do in winter?" "What?" "What you goin' to do when It's win- ter, ,out in a hammock with water sprinkled on top o' you all day? I bet you" - "I'd stay right there," Sam declared, with strong conviction, blinking as he looked out through the open deors at the dazzling lawn and trees, trembling in the heat. "They couldn't sprinkle too much for mel" "It'd make icicles all over you, and" - "I wish it would," said Sam. "I'd eat 'em up." "And it'd snow on you"- "Yayi I'd swaller it as fast as it'd come down. I wish I bad a barrel o' snow right now. I wish this whole barn was full of it. I wish they wasn't anything in the whole world except just good ole snow." Penrod and Herman rose and went out to. the hydrant, where they drank long and ardently. Sam was still talk- ing about snow when they returned. "No, I wouldn't just roll in it. I'd stick it all round inside my clo'es and fill my hat. No, I'd freeze a big pile of it all hard, and I'd roll her out fiat and then I'd carry her down to some ole tailor's and have him make •me a suit out of her, and" - "Can't you keep still about your ole snow?" demanded Penrod petulantly. "Makes me so thirsty 1 can't keep still, and I've drunk so much now 1 bet I bust, That ole hydrant water's mighty near bot, anyway." "I'm goin' to bave a big store when I grow up," volunteered Maurice. "Candy store?" asked Penrod. "No, sir. I'll have calmly in it, but not to eat, so much. It's goin' to be a deportment store -ladies' clothes; gen- tlemen's clothes, neckties, china goods, leather goods, nice lines in woolings and lace goods"- "Yay! I wouldn't give a five for a cent marble for your whole store," said Sam. "Would you, Penrod?" . "Not for ten of 'err, not for a million of 'em. I'm goin' to have" - "Wait!" clamored Maurice. "You'd be foolish. Leeause they'd be a toy de- portment tie guy store where they'd be rr hundred marbles. So how much Would yotI drink your five for a cent marble counts for? And when I'm keepin' my store I'm goin' to get mar- ried," "Yay t" shrieked Sam derisively. "Married! Listen!" Penrod and Her- man joined in the howl of contempt. "Certunly VII get married," ilsserted Mattriee stoutly. "I'll get tnarried to Marjorie Jones. She likes me awful good, and f'ni her beau." "What Makes you think so?" inquir- ed Penrod in a er'yptic voice. "Bemuse she's my beau, too," came the prompt answer. "I'm her beati be- cause she's my beau. I guess that's Plenty reason. I'll get nlarried to her as soon as I get my store running nice." Penrod looped upon him darkly, but for the moment held his peace. "„eeJr leell" leered Sam ; illtams, ,HALF THE ILLS OF LIFE Ire Caused By CONSTIPATION. When the bowels become constipated the stomach gets out of order, the liver, does not work properly, and then follows the violent siek headaches, the sourness of the stomach, belching of wind, heart- burn, water brash, biliousness, and a general feeling that you do not care to do anything. Keep your bowels regular by using Iteiiburn's Laxa-Ljver Pills, They will clear away all the effete matter wbich collects in the system and make you think that "life is worth living." Mr. B. W. Watson, St, John, N.B., writes: "I have been troubled with constipation, for the last three years, and during that time have tried several remedies, all of which failed to help me. A friend recommended Milburn's Laxa- I1iver Pills, and after using three or four vials, I felt like a new man. I am now still taking them, and am positively sure that I am on the road to recovery. I strongly recommend Milburn's I,axa- I,iver Pills. Milburn's I,axa-Liver Pills are 25c per vial, 5 vials for $1.00, at all drug stores or dealers, or will be mailed on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. "Married to ?1larjor'ie dories! You're the only boy 1 ever beard say he was guin' to get married. 1 wouldn't get married for -why, 1 wouldn't for- for"- Unable to think of any induce- ment the mere mention of which would not be r'Idieulously incommensurate, tie proceeded: "1 wouldn't do it, What you want to get mar'r'ied for? What do married people do except just come Imam tired and worry around and kind of scold? You better riot do it, M'rice. You'll be mighty sorry." "Everybody gets married," stated 31aurice, bolding his ground. "They gotta." "I'll bet I don't," Satn returned hotly. They better catch me before they tell me I have to. Anyway, I bet nobody has to get married unless they want to." "They do, too," insisted Maurice, "They gotta." "Who told you?" "Look at what my own papa told mel" evied Maurice, beated with argu- ment. "Didn't he tell me your own papa had to marry your mamma or else he'd never'd got to handle a cent of her money? Certunly people gotta marry. Everybody. You don't know anybody over twenty years old that isn't mar- ried -except maybe teacbers." "Look at policemen!" shouted Sam triumphantly. "You don't s'pose any- body can make policemen get married, I reckon, do you?" Well, policemen maybe," Maurice wile forced to admit. "Policemen and teacbers don't, but everybody else gotta." ' "Well, I'll be a policeman," said Sam. "!'hen 1 guess they won't come around teliin' me 1 bare to get married. What you goiu' to be, Peurod'1" "Chief police," said the laconic Pen- rod. "What you?" Sam inquired of quiet Georgie Bassett. "1 am goiug to be," said Georgie con- sciously, "a minister." This announcement created a sensa- tion so profound that it was followed by silence. Herman was the first to speak. "You mean preachuh?" be asked in- credulously. "You go' preach?" "Yes," answered Georgie, looking like St. Cecilia at the organ. Herman was impressed. "You know all 'at preachuh talk?" "I'm going to learn it," said Georgie simply. "How loun kin you holler?" asked Berman doubtfully. "He can't holler at all," Penrod in- terposed with scorn. "He hollers like a girl. He's the porest honorer in town!" Herman shook his head. Evidently he thought Georgic's chance of being ordained very slender. Nevertheless a final question put to the candidate by the colored expert seemed to admit one ray of hope, The Army of Conti ti alio a to Growing Smallar Every Day, CA tTd.,l:'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS ate $.. re%por.:,iill^ - they not ,tt Aviv piv, ra!i: i ewe4 v. 11•,f S ace tm ,n for r, lira's- 6,',. e• , r d.'rt, thl, : t: ,- 1 "How good kin you dim' a pow' "He can climb one at ail," Penrod, answered for Georgie. "'Outer at Same turning pole you ought to tree him try to"- "Preachers don't have to climb poles," Georgie said with dignity. "Good ones do," declared Herman, "lies" one ev' I hear, he slim up an' (IOWA, same as a circus man. One Wein big 'rivals outen wbens we livin' en a fahm, preachuh earn big pole right fn a middle o' the church, what was to hol' roof up. He CHfm Way high up, are holler; 'Goin" to beavum, goin' to heavum, mein' to heavum now, Halle• lujab, praise any Laved!'" Herman possessed that extraordinary facility for vivid acting wbich is the great native gift of his race, and he enchained his listeners, They at tea - cleated and spellbound. "Herman, tell that ngalni" said Pen- rod, breathlessly, Herman, nothing loath, accepted the encore and repeated the Milton1e epi- sode, expanding it somewhat, and dwelling with a fine art upon those portions of the,narrative which be per- ceived to be most exciting to his au- dience, The effect was immense and instant. Penrod sprang to his feet. "Georgie Bassett couldn't do that to save his life," he declared. "I'ei goin' to be a preacher! 1'd be all right for one, wouldn't I, Herman?'" "So am 11" Sam Williams echoed loudly. "I guess I can do it if you can. I'd be bette'n Penrod, wouldn't I, Herman?" 1 am, too!" Maurice shouted. "I got n stronger voice than anybody here. and I'd like to know what" - Tile three clamored together indistin- guishably, each asserting bis qualiflea- tions for the ministry according to Iier'man's theory, which had been. ac- cepted by these sudden converts with- out question. "Listen to me!" Maurice bellowed, proving his claim to at least the voice by drowning the others. "Maybe I can't climb a pole SO good, but who can bolter louder'u this? Listen to me -e -e!" "Strut up!" cried Penrod, irritated. "Go to heaven; go to —1" "Oo•o oh;" encltiimed Georgie Bas- sett. profoundly hhocked. Sam and Maurice, awed by Penrod's daring. ceased from turmoil, staring wide eyed. "You cursed and swore!" said Geor- gie. "1 did not!" cried Penrod hotly. "Tent isn't swearing." "You said, 'Go to a big HI"" said Gcorgie. "I did not: 1 said, 'Go to heaven,' before 1 said a big I1. That isn't swearing, is it, Berman? It's almost what the preacher said. Ain't it, Her- man? It ain't swearing now any more -not if you put 'go to heaven' with it. Is it, Berman? You can say it all yon want to, long as you say 'go to heaven' Met. Can't you, Berman? Anybody can say it if the preacher says it. Can't they, Herman? 1 guess 1 know when 1 ain't swearing. Don't 1, Her- man?" Judge Herman ruled for the defend- ant, and Penrod was considered to have carried his point.. With fine con- sistency the conclave established that ft was proper for the general public to "say it" provided "go to heaven" "He's too sissy to be a preacher!" cried Maurice. should in all eases precede it. This prefix was pronounced a perfect disin- fectant, removing all odor of impiety or insult, and, with the exception of Georgie Bassett twit() maintained that the minister's words were "going" anti "gone," not "go"), all the boys pro- ceeded to exercise their new privilege so lavishly that they tired of it. But there was no diminution of evan- gelical ardor. Again were heard the clamors of dispute as to which eves the best qualified for the ministry, each of the claimants appealing pas- sionately to Herman, who, pleased, but eonfuseci, appeared to he incapable of arriving at n decision. Daring a pause Georgie Bassett as- sorted his prior rights. "Who said it first, I'd like t0 know?" he demanded. 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"Yon tbt firs' one to say it." Penrod, Sam and Maurice immediate ly lost faith in Herman. They turned from him and fell hotly upon Georgie "What if you did say it tirst?" Pen rod shouted. "You couldn't be a min, ister if you were a hundred years old!' "I bet his mother wouldn't let hint be one," said Sam. "She never lett him do anything." "She would too," retorted Georgie "Ever since I was little she" - "He's too sissy to be a preacher!" cried Maurice. "Listen at his squeake voice!" "I'm going to be a better minister," shouted Georgie, "tban all three of yon put together. I could do it with my left hand!" CHAPTER XX. Conclusion of the Quiet Afternoon. 1!; ' LIE three laughed bitingly in chorus. They jeered, derided, scoffed and raised an uproar which would have Lad its ef• feet upon much stronger uerves than Georgie's. For a time be contained his rising choler and chanted monot- onously over and over: "I could! 1 could tool 1 could! I could too!" But their tumult wore upon him, and he ad tided to avail himself of the recent de. cisiou whereby a big 11 was rendered innocuous and uuprofaue. i'laving used the expression once, he found it comforting and substituted it for "I could! I could too!" But it relieved him only temporarily. His tormentors were unaffected by it and increased their bowlings until at last Georgie lost his head altogether. Badgered beyond bearing, his eyes shining witb a wild light, he broke through the besieging trio, hurling little Maurice from his path with a frantic bund. "I'll show you!" he cried in this sud- den frenzy. "You give int a chance, and I'll prove it right cowl" "That's taikin' business!" shouted Penrod, "Everybody keep still a mita ute-everybody!" He took command of the situation at once, displaying a tine capacity for or- ganization and system. It needed only a few minutes to set order in the place of confusion and to determine, with the full concurrence of alt parties, the con. ditions under which Georgie Bassett was to defend his claim by undergoing what may be perhaps intelligibly de- fined as the Herman test. Georgie de- clared he could do it easily. Ile was in a state of great excitement and in no condition to think calmly or proba- bly he would fiat have made the at- tempt at all. Certainly be was over- 'con$dent. It was during the discussion of the details of this enterprise thht Georgie's mother a short distance down the street received a few female callers, who came by appointment to drink a glass of iced tea with her and to meet the Rev. Mr. Riposting, Mr. Banosling Was proving almost formidably inter- esting to the women and girls of his own and other flocks. What favor Of his fellow clergymen a slight precious- ness of manner and pronunciation cost him was more than balanced by the visible ecstasies of ladies. They blos- somed at his touch. Ile had just entered Mrs. Bassett's front door When the Son of the house, followed by an intent and earnest com- pany of four, opened tbe alley gate and came into the yard. The uncofi- seious Mrs. Bassett was about to bave her first tirperteuee of a fatal coinci- dence It Was her first. because she was .she mother of a boy so Well be - hared that he had become it proverb of transcendency. Fatal coincidence were plentiful in the Schofield and Williams families and would have been familiar to Mrs. Bassett had Georgi been permitted greater intimacy with Penrod and Sam. Mr. Kinosling sipped his iced tea anti looked about him approvingly. Seven ladies leaned forward, for it was to bel seen that be meant to speak. "This cool room is a relief," he said, waving a graceful hand in a neatly! limited gesture, which everybody's' eyes followed, his own included. "It is a relief and a retreat. The windows open, the blinds closed -that Is as it, should be. It is a retreat, a fastnessi a bastion against the heat's assault. For me a quiet room -a quiet room and a book, a volume in the hand, helie lightly between the angers -a volumel of poems, lines metrical and cadenced, something by a sound Victorian. We bare no later poets." "Swinburne?" suggested Miss Beam, an eager spinster. "Swinhurne, Mr, Eilnosling? Ab. Swinburne!" "Not Swinburne," said Mr. Kinosling ebastely. "No." That concluded all the remarks about Swinburne. 1liss Ream retired in confusion be - bind another lady, and somehow there became diffused an ttupre..ston that Miss Beam was erotic. "I do not observe your manly little son." Mr. Kinosling addressed him - hostess. "He's out playing in the yard," Mrs. Bassett returned. "1 heard his voice just now. I think." "Everywhere 1 hear wonderful re- ports of bim," said[ Mr, au:soliug. "]I may say that 1 understauul buys. and I feel that he is a rare, n nee. a pure, a lofty spirit, 1 say spirts, tor spirit Is the word 1- hear seeker) tet trim." (To Bi: CONixNvan,) 5YNOPSIS. Penrod, fearing the ordeal of playing the part of the Child Sir Lancelot, seeks forgetfulness in the composition of a Jima sovel. Penrod's mother and sister dress him In his costume for the "Children's Pageant of the Round Table." Penrod is ashamed to wear it. 1Te' breaks 'tip t"Fe whole pageant by; putting on a pair of the janitor's overalls over his costume. A visit to a moving picture show gives him an idea and be loafs away his time M school, dreaming dreams. lying.The teacxer reprai's him. 'Ii©-seeka 4e distract attention from himself by alleg- ing Loss of sleep because Of a drunken uncle, The teacher Sympathizes with Penrod's aunt because of her wayward husband, and it then develops that Penrod has been Penrod, Sam Williams and two colored, boys, Ilerman and Ferman, get up a big stow to entertain the town. VeTrtaah makes"i% decided hit, but Red- erick Magsworth Kitts, Jr., says the shove is a failure. Penrod asks him If he Is a relation of Rena Magswortb, a murderer. Roderick, seeking fame, says she is hie aunt. Roderick's mother finds lrtm eos- in; as a nephew of the murderer and stops the circus. r'enroa gets very musical and buys an accordion, with which Ito makes a great lilt with beautiful Mariorfe Jones. At the dog k.nd pony show Penrod eats so many dirreemt varieties of indigestible things that ho ,a taken 'violently ill. Iaupe Collins, a very tough boy, bullies Penrod and at once becomes a great iierdi in Penrod's eyes. Penrod tries to be a tough boy lrttn5elllt ile arousoa fear in the hearts of earl 'aS illiatn , ;Merman and Vertnan by dee scribing Rupe's bullying tectica, _