News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-09-22

And | have a question, too urSe(
Mrs. Lora Rewbush after a moments
hasty concentration. I've never beef
able to settle it for myself, but now
"Yes?" said MI. Kinosling encourag
ingE.
''Is-ah-is-oh, yes-is SaQskrit {
more difficult language than Spanish
Mr.. Kinosling?"
ut depends upon the student re-
hIied the oracle, smiling. "One must
not look for Iinguists everywhere. IL
my own especial case-if one may cite
oneself as an example, found nc
great, no insurmountabe difficulty III
mastering, in conquering either"
And may | ask one?' ventured Mrs
Bassett. do you think it is right to
wear egretsT
There are marks of quality, of caste,
of social distinction" Mr.. Kinosling be.
gan, (which must be permitted, allow
ed, though perhaps regulated. Social
distinction, one observes, almost inva'
rlably implies spiritual distinction as
well. Distinction Of circumstances Is
accompanied by mental distinction,
Distinction is hereditary. 1t descenda
from father to son, and if there is one
thing more true than like father, like
son. 1t is''-he bowed CALAMITY to Mrs.
Bassett-tit is like mother, like son.
What these good ladies' have said this
afternoon of your
This was the fatal instant. There
smOte upon all ears the voice OF
George. Ij..4I4u-4T shrill and penetrat-
ing, frlught with protest and protract-
ed strain. Ills PLAN words consisted
of the newly sanctioned and disintect.
ed curse with Il big Ii.
With an ejaculation of horror Mrs.
Bassett spTang to the window and
threw open the blinds.
Georges back was disclosed to the
view of the tea patty. He was en-
Jdeavoring to ascend maple tree about
twelve feet from the window. EN-
bracing the trunk with arms and legs,
he had managed to squirm to point
just above the heads of PenrOd and
Herman, who stood close by, watching
him earnestly, Penrod being obviously
in charge of the performance. Across
the yard were Sam Williams and Maui
rice Levy, acting as a jury on the
Question of voice power, and it was to
a complaint of theirs that George had
Just replied
"That's right, George" said Penrod
encouragingly. They can too hear
you Let her go"'
! "Going to heaven shrieked George,
lsquirming up another inch Going to
heaven, heaven, heavenr
His mothers frenZied attempts to at.
tract his attention failed utterly. Geor-
gle was using the full power of his
lungs, deafening his own ears to all
other sounds. Mrs. Bassett called in
vain, while the tea party stood petri-
fed in cluster about the window.
Going to heavenw George below
ed. Going to heaven! Going to
heaven, my Lord Going to heaven,
heaven, heaven!'
He tried to climb higher, but began
TO slip downward, his eXertions caus-
Ing damage to his apparel. A button
flew into the air, and his knickerbock-
ers and his waistband severed rea-
tons
Devils got my coattails, sinners!
Old devils got my coattails.' he an
bounced appropriately. Then he be-
gan to slide He relaxed his clasp Of
the tree and slid to the ground
20 -I,,,
reaching a high pitch of enthusiasm
In this great climax.
With loud scream Mrs. Bassett
threw herself out of the window,
hlighting by some miracle upon her
feet with ankles unsprained.
Mr.. Kinosling, feeling that his pres
ence as spiritual adviser was demand.
ed in the yard, followed with greater
dignity through the front door, At
the. corner Of the house Il small de-
parting figure collided with him vio-
Iently 1t was PenrOd, tactfully with
drawing from what promised to be
family scene of unusual painfulness.
Mr.. Kinosling seized him by the
shoulders and, giving way TO emo
Hon, shook him viciously.
''You horrible boyr exclaimed Mr..
Kinosling. You rufiianly creature!
Do you know what's going to happen
10 you when you grow up? Do you
,eaIize what you're going to be?'
With flashing eyes the indignant boy
made known his mistaken purpose.
20 shouted the rpDly.
"a Minister