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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1916-04-13, Page 7• April IA, 190 THE WPIGHAIVI TIMES "et r • y1500111 TARKINGTO Reronal, Who geed elaSe hy, Watching Nit Fsce Was Covered , . , him earlieetlY, Penrod, Wing obvionsily in ehare of the lierformaltee. ACreas nk Pimples the Yard were Stun, WiMania and WU- rice Levy, tatting as ti jury On the --see question or voice power, and it wtis to /simples are not a serious trouble, but ;lure MretivilitiOf BMWS that. Georgie bad they apreioveryammase4ubseticrirrholly by b84 "That's right. Georgie." wild Penrod blood, and. to get ri4 of them, it ie necese encouregingly can tun hear Let iter and" ')ing ta hen yen!" sitsieked Georgie, equirminu wee her !twit "DoIrtg to heaveit, heti vett, eee v ei; Els moteer'e frenzied el tempts to at- tract hie nteention feilea to terly Geor gie was osing the fun pewer of Ma II lungs. ds.eaetene his teen eel's to all t other semen; Mrs lee ett called in vain, while the tee 3),1 1,tt stand petrl fled in a ettwier *theta t'o• wiodow 4 SYNOPSIS, Pewee, fearing the ordeal of playing part of the Child Sir Lancelot, seeks Evg etfulness in the composition of a dime , el. Penrod's mother and sister dress him On his costume for the "ChIldren's Pageant tot the Bound Table." Penrod is ashamed Ile wear it. breaks -lin iffit- whole Vageant bl putting on a pair ot the Janitor's overalla over his costume. A Visit to a moving picture show gives bim an idea, and he loafs away his time ' In school, dreaming dreams. Tho teactiZit releireal forn:"Firireelris to 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, t and it then develops that Penrod has been Penrod. Sam Williams and two colored 'boys, Herman and Verman, get up a big .sbow to entertain the town, VeTinan makes-aBiblded bit, but Red- ` erick Magsworth Bats, Jr., says the show is a failure, Penrod sks him if he is a relation of Rena Magsworth. a murderer. Roderick, seeking fame, says she is his aunt. Roderick's mother finds him pos- ing as a nephew of the murderer and stops the circus. renroa gets very musical and buys an accordion, with which he makes a great hit with beautiful Madera: Jones. At the dog.vnd pony show Penrod eats lie many diffeP.tnt varieties of indigestible :things that he is taken violently ill. Rupe Collins. a very tough boy', bullies Penrod arid at once becomes a great hero in Penrod's eyes. Penrod tries to be a tough boy himself. .He arouses fear in the hearts of Sam Williams, Herman and Verman by de- scribing Rupe's bullying tactics. triZa to intimidate 11*rman and Verman, and the two title cuiored boys speedily drive him off the place. Mitchy-Mitch, Marjorie's little brother, infuriates Penrod by calling him "little gentleman," and a g eat tar fight starts. Penrod is punished. The Rev, Mr. Kinos- ling calls and unwisely refers to Penrod several times as "little gentleman." Penrod fills Kinosling's hat with tar and the ministerdeparts, never to return. Georgie Bassett says that he is going to be a minister. Georgie tries to prove his qualifIcations by imitating a colored revivalist, whose rpole climbing is described by Herman. A chorus "of enli.fusiesde-inibrobatIon :affirmed the accuracy of this proclamas -eon. and Mrs, Bassett flushed With ..pleasure. Georgie's spiritnal perfection was demonstrated by instances Of It related by the visitors. His piety wee -cited, and wonderful things he had said • were euoted. "Not all boys are pure, of fine spirit, ea high mind," said Mr. Kinosling, and :continued with true feeling: "You have a neighbee, dear Mrs, Bassett, whose household I indeed really feel it quite impossible to visit until such time When better, firmer, stronger handed, 'More determined discipline OMB pre - Wail. I find Mr. and Mrs, Schofield and their daughter charming, but"— Three or four ladies said "ohr' and Mae n, name simultaneously. It Was as it they had said, "011, the bubonic plasel" Was Not Much of a Believer in Patent Medicines 'Oat Milburnos Heart and Nerve Pills Are Alt Hight. Mrs. SArm. McElwain, Tertmerante -Vale, N.B., writes: "I mei not ratiCh Of 4 believer in medicines, but I must say Milburn's Heartattd Nerve Pills are all .right. Some years ago / was troubled -with smothering spells. In the night / would waken up with my breath all gone • :and think never would get it back. I was telling a friend of my trouble, and he .advised me to try Milburn't heart and Nerve rills. Ile g inc a box* and I :had only taken a few of them when I could ,sleep all ,,pight without any trouble. I ..did not fttilsit the box until some years Aft& *ben I felt my trouble coining back, so I took the rest of thein and they stetted inc." IVIiiburres Ecart 'and bterve -1111.4 ibave been on the market for the past •twentysfive *este,' The tentimeny Of tthe users should be enough, to con* -vInee you that what we deltic far them'is tree. IL and N. Pills are Sfic per box, 3 'boxes for $1.25; at all druggists or .dealers, mailed direct on receipte. of print by The T. lidbarti Co-,g'Ordlittot Ont. "Old' Penrod Schofield= - "Georgie does not play with him," Said Mrs, Bassett quickly—"that is, he avoids him as much as he can without lauding Penred's feelings, Georgie is very sensitive to giving pain. I sup- pose a mother should not tell these things, and I know people who talk about their own children ate dreadful bores, but it was only last Thursday night that Georgie looked up in my face so sweetly after be had said his prayers, and his little cheeks fiushed as he said: "Mamma, I think it would be right for me to go more with Pen- rod. I think it would make him a bet- ter boy." A sibilance went about the room. "Stveetl• How sweet! The sweet lit - tie soul At, sweet!" "And that very afternoon," contin- ned Mrs. Bassett, "he had come home in a dreadful state. Penrod bad thrown tar all over him." "Your son has a forgiving apirit," said Mr. Kinosling, with vehemence; "a too forgiving spirit perhaps." Ele set down his glass. "No more, 1 thank you. No inore cake, I thank you. Was it not Cardinal Newman who said" - 13e was interrupted by the sounds of an altercation just outside the closed blinds of the window nearest him. "Let him pick his tree." It was the voice of Samuel' Williams. "Didn't we come over here to give him one of his own trees? Give him a fair show, can't you?" "The little • lads!" Mr. Einosling smiled, "They have their games, their outdoor sports, their pastimes. Tbe young muscles are toughening. The sun will not harm them. They grow, they expand, they learn. Tbey learn fair play, honor, courtesy, from one another as pebbles grow round in the brook. They learn more from them- selves than from us. They take shape, form, outline. Let them." "Mr. Kinosling!" Another spinster— undeterred by what had happened to Aliss Beam—leaned far forward, her face shining and ardent. ' "Mr. lie nesting. there's a question I do wish to ask you." "My dear Miss Cossllt," Mr. Ki - riesling responded, again waving his hand and watching it, "1 am entirely at your disposal." "was Joan of Arc," she asked fer- vently, "inspired by spirits?" Ele smiled indulgently. "Yes—and no," he said. "One must give both answers. One must ,give the answer. yes; one must give the answer, no." "Oh, thank youl" said Miss Cosstit, blushing. "She's one of my great en- thusiasms, you know." "Arid I have a question, too," urged Mrs. Lora Rewbush after a moment's hasty concentration. "I've never been able to settle it for myself, but now"— "Yes?" said Mr. Kinosling encourag- ingly. "Is—ahe-is—ob, yes—Is Sanskrit a more difficult language than Spanish. Mr. Kinosling?" "It depends upon the student," re- plied the °rade, smiling. "One must not look fort linguists everyethere. In my own especial ease --if one may cite oneself as an example—I found no great, no insurmountable difficulty in mastering, in conquering either." "And may I ask one?" ventured Mrs. Bassett "no yon think it is right to wear egrets?" "Theron)* markof quality, of caste. of social distinction." Mr. Kinosling he gun, "which must be permitted, allow ed, though perhaps regulated. Secite distinction, one observes, almost ewe riably itnplies spirltUal distinctioa as well. Distinction of eireninstances is accompanied by mental distinction. Distiection is hereditary. It descende from father to sou, and f there Is °ne- ttling inore true than 'like father, like etniS it is" --lie bowed gallantly to Mrs Bassette-"it Is 'eke mother, like gen. What these good ladies bees said tele 'aftetnoort of yens" - This was the final instant There amute upon ell ears the voice of Georgie, painfully shrill and penetree fraught with protest and protraet- ed strain. Els plain words consented of the newly eauctioned and dieinfect- ed Puttee. With fl big '[1 With eh 0j:toil:Woe of honeys Mrs. Bassett elating to the Window and threw Open the Gleorgies back was disclosed to the view of tho tea party. EC w tie detteOring te ascend a tattle tree alma twelve feet from the wiedow. P.m britelnitthe trenle With urine ;Ind, leg;te "Going to heaven:" Georgie bei - ed. "Going to heaven! Going to heaven, my Lord! Going to heaven, beavell, heaven!" Ee tried to climb higher, but began to slip dowuward, his exertions caus- ing damage to bis apparel. A button flew into the air, and his knickerbeck- ers and bis waistband severed rela- tions. "Devil's got my coattails, sinners! Old devil's got my coattails!" be an- nounced appromiately, Then be be- gan to slide. He relaxed his clasp of the tree and slid to the ground, "Going to —1" shrieked Georgie, reaching a high pitch of enthusiasm in this great climax, With a loud weeps Mrs. Bassett threw herself out of the window, alightisIg by 'some miracle upon ber feet with ankles unsprained. • Mr. Retesting, feeling that his pres- ence as spiritual adviser was demand-, ed in the yard, follower) witb greater dignity through the front door. ' At the corner of the house a small de- parting figure collided with him vio- lently. It was Penrod, tactfully with. drawing from what promised to be a family scene of unusual painfulness. Mr. Kinosling seized him by the shoulders and, giving way to emo- tion, shook him viciously. "You horrible boy!" exclaimed Mr. Riposting. "You ruffianly creature! Do you know what's going to happen to you when you grow up? Do you realize what you're going to be?" With flashing eyes tbe indignant boy made known his unshaken purpose. Be shouted the reply: "A, minister!" CHAPTER XXI. Twelve. HIS busy globe which spawns us is as incapable of flattery and as intent upon its own af- fair, whatever that is, as a gy- roscope. It keeps steadily whirling along its lawful track. and, thus far-' seeming to hold a !tight of way, spins doggedly on, with no perceptible dimi- nution of speed to mark the most gi- gautie human events. It did not pause to pant and recuperate even when • what seemed to Penrod its principal purpose was accomplished, and an enor- mous shadow, vanishing westward over its surrace. marked the dawn of bis twelfth birthday. To be twelve is an attainment worth the struggle. A boy, just twelve, is like a Frenchman just elected to the academy. Distinction and honor wait upon him. Younger boys show deference to a per- son of twelve. El Is experience is guar- anteed, his jud,graent, therefore, mel- low; consequently his influence Is pro- found. Eleven is not quite satisfac- tory. It is only an approach. Eleven has the disadvantage of six, of nine- teen, of forty-four and of sixty-nine. But, like twelve, seven is an honorable age, and the ambition to attain it is laudable. People look forward to be- ing seven. Similarly, twenty is worthy, and so, arbitrarily, is twenty-one; for- ty-five has great solidity; seventy is most commendable and each year thereafter an increasing honor. Thir- • teen Is embarrassed by the beginnings se ot a new coithood. The child becotne a youth. But twelve is the Very top of boyhood. Dressing that morning, Penrod felt that the world was changed frorn the world of yesterday. For one thing. he seemed to own more of it. This day was his day. And It was a day worth owning. The midsummer. sunshine, pouring gold through his window, clime from a cool sky, and a breeze moved pleasantly In his hair as Ile leaned from the sill to watch the tribe ot chattering blackbirds take wing, fol- lowing their leader from the trees in the yard to the day's work in the open country. The blackbirds were, his, as the sunshine and the breeze were his, for they all belonged to the day which was hie birthday and therefore most • surely his. Pride suffused him. He was tvvelvel Elis father and his mother and Mar- garet seemed to understand the differ- enee betWeen today and eesterdays hey were at the table when he de- aeended, and they gave hita a greeting 'which of itself malted the Milestone. •Habitually his entrance inter a room where his elders sat broughth cloud of apprehension. They Were prone to took un Pathetie exPectetbey, as if their thought Was, "What new awful- ness is ho going tO start new?" But this morning they laughed. Ills Moth- er rose and kissed bim twelve times. So did, Margaret. And his father thouted: "'Welt, web! Bow's the man?' Then his mether gave hlm 0.Bible And "The Vicar a Wekefield." Marga' ret gate hini a Pair of silver a:wanted hairbrushes, end his father gave himfl "Pocket Adis" and a snail compase. "AO ;now, ,Penred," tatid,h1; mother tter,14001eatit, "l'in ,going toitake n 4tOke totintry to iittY Star diy tvitctitcAtittairsh *loft h4 tO :(0 ,t4it Alt encore tbe bead* or Penrod and e eliallialairilakeillialawerftWeettee eery to purify the bleed of all ats tue. Burdock BIood Bitters has made many remarkable eures; the pimples have all disappeared, and a birght. dealt, cone, plexion lett behind. Mr, Lennox D, Cooke, Indian Path, writes: "I am wnting you a few lines to tell you what Burdock l3lood Bitters has clone for me. Last winter MY face was covered with pimples. I tried afferent kinds of medicine, and all seeraed to faii. I was one clay to a friend's house, and there they advised me to use II.B.. so I purchased two bottles, and before I 'had them taken X 1 was getting better. I got twr :ore, they and when were finished was completely cured. I find it is a great blood purifier, anal recommend it to all." Burdock Blood Bitters has been on the market for the past forty years, and is manufactured only by The 1'. Mills= Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. Aura Salsa (Sten, reprorre greats aunt was Ids oldest living relative. Site was IlluetY, and when Nit's. Scho- field and Penrod alighted trout u car- sitoreat her gate they found her dig- ging with a spade 111 the gttrden, -um ;stud yon brought hiln," she said, desisting from labor '.3111 '8 Intk- Mg, 11 (1111“. rill going to send for his birthday party. Bring film in the house I've got something for him." she led the was to Itcr "sitting mom," widen hail 11 p10118)) lit sitieli, any other smell. and opening the drawer of a shining oi(1 whole)) took therefrom o eoy's "eiitigenot," made of n forked stick, two strips or rubber end a bit of.lerither. ".Phis isn't for you." she said. plac- ing It 111 Penrod's eager hand. "NO. It world tweak nil to pieces the first tune you tried to shoot It because it 18 • Penrod, aren't you the worst boy in town?" thirty-five years old. I want to send it back to your father. I. Oleic it's time. Yeu give it to him from me and ;tell him I say I believe I can trust him with it now. I took it away from him thirty-five years ago, one day aft- er he'd killed my best hen with It ac- cidentally and broken a glass pitcher on the back porch with it—accidental- ly. Be doesn't look like a person who's ever done things of that sort, and I suppose he's foreotten it to Well that hesbelieves e natsr dice ,hut migenoWomou aismissommemmiiimme The Wretchedness of Constipation si quickly imp omens * CARTER'S LItrLK LIVER PILLS Purely V.pllbk --stestssly ud rvnettl! Cureat al. Biliousialm, Heads eche. sea. sad ladissaiss. de disk *it& genet( P11. Sias' "i.e.. Oita irdtt. Colrain* **tits Signature .40110wate If yOu'give irtolnin trinu me l'Ibink he'll remember, I've look like bim Penrod. tie Wait anything but a hand- sTeftebrorbt'isi final bit of reminiscence probably designed to be repeated. to Mr. Scilofield—sbe disappeared til tbe direction of the Birchen and returned with a pitcher of lemonade and a bluer china dish 'meetly freighted with at ginger ceekles of a composition that was her OM). Seeret. - Then,' having set this celletiou before her gueets, 00 presented Penrod with a superb, In. trieate and very =dens Machloo ot destructive capacities al:nost Mettles% She called it a pocketknife, "1 suppose you'll Ott something bor. Able with it," she said composedly, "1 bear you dothat with everything, anyhow, so you might as well do it with this and bare more fun out tg lt. 10)%ieny!ell me you're the worst boy in "Oh. Aura Sarah!" Mrs. Schofield !Med a protesting hand- "Nousenser said Mrs. Grine "But on its eirthday!" .That's tbe time to say. it Penrod, aren't yuu the worst boy in town?" Penrod, gazing fondly Imola his knife und eating eookiesraDidly, tiuswered as a ;natter of course and absently, "Yes'ai." "Certalniy1" said Airs. Grim. "Duce you accept a thing about yourself as established itml settled it's all right. Nobody militia. Boys are just like peuple really." "No, not" Airs. Schofield cried. invol- untarily, 'Ves, they are," returped Aunt Sarah. "Only they're not ;tulle so aw- ful, because they haven't learned to cover themselves all over with little preteuces. When Penrod grows up heel be just the same as he is now, except that whenever be does what he ' wants to do he'll tell himself and tith- er people a little story about it to make • his reason for doing it seem nice and pretty and noble." "No, I won't!" said Peurea suddenly. 'Srhere's one cookie left," observed Aunt Sarah. "Are yuu going to eat it?" "Well," said her great - nephew thoughtfully, "I guess I better." . "Why?" asked the old lady, "Why do you guess you'd 'better?'" "Well," said Penrod, with a eel mouth: "it might get all dried op it ilo,,ttsmaz.,t.00hwn k it and get trooua t nd vs "You're beginning finely," Mrs. Cote remarked. "A year agO you'd have taken the eookto without the stune sense of tbeirt" "Ala'am?" "Nothing. 1 see that you're twelve rears old. that's aft. There are tuore eookies, Penrod." She went awa`s. re turning with a fresh supply and the observation: "(if course yon'11 he sick before the day's over. you aught as welt get LI gout! start." M l's. SOK/field looked 7 hong lit Yu i "Aunt Sarah." she veal arcti. "don't >0)7 :0)1133' think we improve as we get "Meaning." said the' old Indy, "that Penrod .basn't nitwit chance to escape the penitentiary if he doesn't ? \V ('3 3, we do learn to restrain ourselves in some thitrs. and there aro veonie who really want some one else to take the tast enottle, though they aren't very ee11101011 11111 it's aft right. Tito world seems to ,he getting on - She ;3:3•40(1 ‘vitillIsIt'1111Y 1131011 her great nephew and :trilled. 'tin' course when von watch a boy and think ahout him it doesn't seem to be getting im very IT'it:;:ritil moved uneasily in Ilis chair. 131. W:18 v1111.400115 that he was her top- e!, but unable to 1)10lie out whether or tiot her oliservtitions were comull• Inentary. He inclined to think they (rem not Mrs. Crim settled the ques- tlop for blue "I suppose Penrod is regarded as the neighborhood curse?" "011, no!" cried Mrs. Schodeld. '1 daresay daresay the neighbors are right," continued the old lady placidly. "Ele' had to repeat the history of the met; and go through all the stages from the primordial to barharisin, l'ou don't eXpeet boys to he civilized, do you?" *"' YWoeul I . m1 7g—h t as well expect eggs to crovv. No; you've got to take boys as they :Iry and learn to know them as they are." "Naturally, Auut Sarah," said Mrs.' Schofield, "1 know Penrod." Aunt Sarah laughed heartily. "Do you think his father knows him toe?" "Of course men are differebt," airs. Schofield returned apologetically. "But nmother knows" -- "Penrod," said Aunt Sarah Solemnly, "does your father understand you?" "Ma'am?" "About as much as he'd understand Sitting Bull!" she laughed, "And I'll tell you what your mother thinks yOu are. Penrod, filer real belief is that you're It novice in a coneent." "Ma'am?" "Aunt Sarah!" ' "I know she thinks that4 beeause wbeueter you doat behave like a novice she's disappointed In yOu. And your father really believes that yoe're a decorous, Well trained young bush ness man, and whenever you don't lete op to that 'standard you get 011 hie nerved, gild .he thinks you need a wal- loping, I'm aure a day very seldom passes without their both saying they don't knew what on earth to do with you, boes whipping de Ion tiny good, Pentod2" "Ma'attl2" • "Go on and finish the lemonade. 1 There's about it glaaefttl. left. 3h, take Lturtikeyotutlreitnadittudlottsai lobsif of Peered toughed gratennty, hit eyes tired ;Mon hat ever the rifti of ida elle tilialtUL Children Cry for Fletpher's • e ee, ee.ete. ette , The Kivu/ You Iiave Always ougli,t, aitd wit1014 has been. Au use for over a() 70471.8, has borne the Signatare ot and has been mode under his perm sonal Supervision §inees its infancy. AllOW no one to deceive you in this,: Coirriterfelts, Imitations and *' ,Tust-as-good " are but 2•••-poritatenta that trifh.) with and endanger the health ot Infants and children—Experience against Experililents • What i CASTORIA castOrla is a harmless ,substitute for Castor Oil, Pare., gorie, Drops and Soothing Syrilps. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, /101,1440e nor other Narcotic; Stshetance, lite age is its guarantee. it destroys Worina and allays ,Feverlshness. For more than thirty years It has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colie, aU Teething Troubles and. Diarrluna,. iit regulates the Stomach and Bowels* assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep,, The ehildren'te Panacea—The mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS BetarS the Signature of tIr In• Use For Over M) Years The Kind You Have Always Bought THE CENTAUR COMPANY, HEW YORK CrrY• eels's; teseseeresee-esSeSee 'Pill ' yourself tip uncomfortably," said the old lady. "You're twelve years old, and you ought to be happy—if you aren't anything else. It's taken over 1,000 years of Christianity and some hundreds of thousands of years of other things to produce you, and there you sit!" ' "Ma'am?" "It'll be your turn to struggle and muss things up for the betterment ot posterity soon enough." said Aunt Sar• ah Crim. "Drink your lemonade!" "Aunt Sarah's a funny old lady," Pen rod observed on the way back to the town. "What's she want me to give papa this old sling for? Last thing sbe said was to be sure not to forget to give it to him. Ele don't want 11. and she said herself it aln't any good. She's older than you or papn, isn't she?" "About fifty years older." answered Mrs. Schofleid, turning upon bim stare of perplexity. "Don't cut into the leather with your new knife. dear. The liveryman might ask us to pay if— No. I wouldn't scrape the paint off either—nor whittle your shoe wltb It. Couldn't you put it up uutil we ger honir, "We goln' straight home?" "No. We're going to stop at Mrs. Gelbraith's and ask 0 strange little ser) cometo n„ to your party tbis afternoon.” „w "fier name is Fanchon. She's Mrs, Gelbraith's little niece." "What makes her so queer?" didn't say she's queer." "You said" -- "No; I mean that she Is a stranger. She Hies in New York and has come to visit here." "What's she live in New York for?" "Because her parents live there. You must be very nice to her, Penrod. She has been very carefully brought up. Besides, she doesn't know tbe children here, and you must help to keep her from feeling lonely at your party." • ty egPM.Pi When they reached Airs. Gelbraith's Penrod sat patiently bumped upon a gilt chair during the lengthy exchange of greetings between his mother and Mrs. Gelbraitb. That is one of the things a boy must learn to bear. When his mother meets a compeer there is always a long and dreary wait for him. while :the two appear to be using strange symbols of speech, talk- ing for the greater part, it seems to him, simultaneously, and employing a wholly incomprehensible system of em phasie et other times not in rogue. Petirod twisted his legs, his cap and his nose. "Here she isi" Mrs. Gelbraith cried enexpectedly, and u dark haired, de mure person entered the room wear Ing a look of gracious social expettan ey. In years she was eleven; in man - "net about sixty-five, and evidently had lived Much at court. She perforated a,, courtesy in itekaowledgment of /ire. Schofield's greeting and bestowed her band upon Penrod, who had entertain- ed no hope of such an honor, shoed bie sensitise that it should creme to him and was plainly unable to decide what to do about if. "Fanchon, dear," said Airs. Geibralth. Htake Penrod out in the yard for a while and play." "Let go- the little girl's band. Pea rod," Mrs, Sehefleld laughed as the children turned toward the door. CHAPTER XXII. Panchen. PVINROD hastily dropped the small hand tied. texeleiming. With ebnple hOrteete. "Witte. I don't went ill" followed Fab. ellen Out into the illInShit4 Yard, where they cause to a bait OM yearveyed Oneli btbor. 'Pentad stared awk*Atatt at titi. Oft. nO other occupation enaltesttaa eetansagishessaisaigenane !Welt to bim. while Fanchon, with the utmost coolness, Made a very thorough visual exaMinatIon of Penrod, favoring him with an estimating serutiny which. lasted until be literally wiggled. ?Anal- ly she spoke, as'hIle'dere do you buy your ties?" she eWbat?" "Where do you buy your neckties? Papa gets big at Skooue's, You ought to get yours there. I'm sure the one you're wearing isn't from Skooue's." "Sitoone's?" Penrod repeated "Skoone's?" "On Fifth avenue," said Faucher]. "it's a very smart shop, the men say.".. "Men?" echoed Penrod in a hazy whisper. "Men?' "'Where do your people go in sum- mer?" inquired the lady. "We go to Long Shore, but so many middle class people have begun combs.; there mara-• tna thinks of leaving. The middle etbaIste; are simply avvrtil. don't Yoe in TWittleayte'lv" so boottjaw. You speak French. or course?" :tcau over to Paris last year. lea lovely. dou't von think? Don't you . . love tbe Bile de la Pais?" Penrod wandered iu a labyrinth. This girl seemed to be talking. but her words were dumfounding, and of course there was no way for him to know that Ile was really listening to her mother. 1t was his first meeting with one of those grownup little girls, wonderful product or the winter apart- ment and smuttier hotel. and Panchen, au only child. was. a star of the brand. Be began to tool resentful. "I suppose." she went on, "I'll find everything here fearfully western. Some nice people caned yesterday. though. Do you know the Magsworth Bittses? Auntie says they're charms ing. Will Roddy ue at semi party?" ch.',..:Idvg:talevsss.pltuels,wri.11," returned Penrod*, finding this intelligible. 'The mutt!" "Aren't you great pals with kim?" pals' with any one? You are an odd what it means to say you're 'great "Really!" Pentium explaineed airily. "Good beavenel Don't you Imolai • , It was too muds • "Ob, bugs" said Penrod. This bit of ruffianism bad a curious effect. Fanchon looked upon him with: sudden favor. • "I like you, Penrod," she said in an odd Way, and whatever eiSe there may have been in her manner thet*e certain* ly was no shyness. this repetition may. twe was Ina kneon.very decided tone. Penrod hparle:tetheys.1c:kuedgs110:g','allantry, but it was lit. titin, tanning. "Your hair is ever aft She stepped closer tO More parrots swear like mariner,, they say, and gay thetbers ought to re- alize that all children are imitative, for as the preeoelous id'anchen leaned to, ward Penrod the manlier In whith shelf looked lute his eyes ;night have made a thetighiftil observer Wonder where she had learned her pretty ways. Peered was even more confuse& than he .hail been by her previous toys, teries, but his confusion was 0± a die• finals, pleasant and alluring natnre4 Ile wanted more of it. Looking inten4 tionally fete 'another persOn's eyee an act uakneWil to thildhood, and Pent rot's discovery that If reek' be dotto was sensatiobal. Ile had never thought of totting into the -eYeis