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April IA, 190
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Reronal, Who geed elaSe hy, Watching Nit Fsce Was Covered
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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
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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
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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