The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-20

frightened, but be only smiled down
 carelessly upon her when she com
 manded him to return to earth, and
 then, when she climbed upon a desk
 to pull him down, he quietly padded
 himself little higher, leaving his toes
 just out of her reach. Next he swan
 through a few slow somersaults to
 show his mastery of the new art, and,
 with the shouting of the dumfounded
 scholars ringing in his ears, turned on
 his side and f1oated swiftly out of the
 window, immediately rising above the
 housetops, while people in the street
 below him shrteked.s and a trolley car
 stopped dead fa wonder.
 With almost no exertion he padded himself, many yards at a stroke, to the girls private school where Mario rie Jones was a pupil-Marjorie Jones of the amber cur1s and the golden voice!.- Long before the Pageant of the Table Round" she had offered Pen rod a hundred proofs that she /consid- cred him wholly undesirable and in eligible. At the Friday afternoon dancing class she consistently melted and led the laughter at him whenever Professor Bartet singled him out for admonition in matters of feet and de corum. And but yesterday she had ,chided him for his slayish lack of memory in daring to offer her greeting on the way to Sunday school Well, . I expect you must forgot 1 told you a never to speak to me again! If I was a boy I'd be too proud to come hang ing around people that don't speak to me, even if I was the worst boy in townr' So she -f1outed him. But now as he f1oated in through the window of her classroom and swan gently along the ceiling like an escaped toy balloon. she fell upon her knees beside her lit tie desk and, lifting up her arms to- ward him, cried with love and admira- tfon:
 'tOh, Penrodr'
 He negligently kicked a globe from the high chandelier and. smiling cold ly, 1oated out through the hall to the front steps of the school, while Mario rie followed, imploring him to grant her one kind look.
 In the street an enormous crowd had gathered, headed by Miss Spence and a brass band, and a cheer from a hun dred thousand throats shook the very ground as Penrod swam overhead. Marjorie kne1t upon the steps and watched adoringly while Penrod took the drum majors baton and, perform ing sinuous evolutions above the crowd, led the band. Then he threw the baton so high that it disappeared from sight. But he went swiftly fter it. 8 double delight, for he had not only the delicious sensation of rocket ing safely up and up into the blue sky, but also that of standing in the crowd below, watching and admiring himself as he dwind1ed to a speck, disappear ed and then, emerging from cloud, came speeding down. with the baton in his hand, to the level of the tree tops, where he beat time for the band and the vast throng and Marjorie Jones, who all united in the Star. SpangIed Banner" in honor of -his i aerial achievements. It was great moment.
 It was great moment, but some thing seemed to threaten it. The face of Miss Spence looking up from the crowd grew too unpIeasantly vivid. She was beckoning him and shouting: Come down, Penrod scho- field! Penfod Scho1eld, come down herer' He could hear her above the band and the singing of the multitude. She seemed intent on spelling every thing Marjorie Jones was weeping to 1 show how sorry she was that she had formerly sighted him and throwing kisses to prove that she loved him, but Miss Spence kept jumping between him and Marjorie. necessarily calling his name.
 He grew more and more irritated with her. He was the most important 1 person in the world and was engaged l in proving it to Marjorie Jones and the i whole city. and yet Miss Spence seem i ed to feel she still had the right to or der him about as she did in the old days when he was an ordinary school boy, He was furious. He was sure