Connecticut western news., 1915-07-08

! never tell when she is to undergo d musical morning, and even the golden T wedding brings her no security; man of ninety is liable to bust loose in song any time.
 Invalids murmured pitifully as Pen rod came within hearing, and people trying to think cursed the day that they were born when he went shrilling by. His hands in his pockets, his shin ing face uplifted to the sky of June, he passed down the street. singing his way into the hearts deepest hatred of all who heard him.
 "One evuning I was sturow-lfng
 Midst the city of the Dead. ! viewed where all around me | Their peace-ful graves vas spread.
 But that which touched me Elostlay''-
 He had reached his journeys end, a junk dealers shop, wherein lay the long desired treasure of his soul-an accordion which might have possessed a high quality of interest for an anti quarian, being unquestionubly q ruin, beautiful in decay and quite beyond the sacrileGious reach of the restorer But it was still able to disgorge sounds, which could be heard for a remarka- ble distance in all directions and it had one rich calhike tone that had gone to Penrods heart. He obtained the in strument for % cents, a price long since agreed upon with the junk dealer, who falsely claimed a loss of profit, ] Shylock that he was! He had found the wreck in an alley.
 With tbic rIrrpbo ca fra,,a i his shoulder by a faded green cord. Penrod set out in a somewhat home ward direction, but not by the route he had just travelled, though his motive for the change was not humanitarian ! It was his desire to display himself l thus troubadouring to the gaze of Mar 1 jorie Jones. HeraIding his advance by continuous experiments in the music l of the future, he pranced upon .his blithesome way, the faithful Duke at | his heels. Qt was easier for Duke than it would have been for younger dog, because with advancing age he had be- ! gun to grow q little deaf) Turning the corner nearest to the | glamored mansion of the JOneseS, the 1 boy jongleur came suddenly face to face with Marjorie and, in the delicious l surprise of the encounter, ceased to play, his hands, in agitation, falling from the instrument.
 Bareheaded. the sunshine glorious 1 upon her amber curls, Marjorie was ] strolling hand in hand with her baby brother, Mitchell, four years old. She wore pink that day-unforgettabl l pink, with a broad, black patent leath- | CT belt, shimmering reflections dancing i upon its surface. How beautiful she was! How sacred the sweet little baby brother, whose privilege it was ] to cling to that small hand delicately i powdered with freckles.
 Hello, Marjorie!' said Penrod, af- 1 fecting careleSsness.
 "Hello"' said Marjorie, with unex- ! pected cOrdiality. She bent over her baby brother with motherly affecta- lions. Say 'howdy' to the gently nuns, Mitchy- Mitch" she urged sweet. ly, turning him to face Penrod
 "Won'tr' said Mitchy-Mitch, and to emphasize his refusal kicked the gen. ! tymuns upon the shin.
 PenrOd's feelings underwent instant change, and in the sole occupation of disliking Mitchy-Nfitch he wasted pre- cious seconds which might have been better employed in philosophic consid- eration of the startling example just afforded of how a given law operates throughout the universe in precisely | the same manner perpetually. Robert Williams would have understood this easily.
 "Oh, ohv' Marjorie cried and put NIitchy-Mitch behind her with too 1 much sweetness. Maurice Levy's gone to Atlantic City with his man. ma," she remarked conversationally as if the kicking incident were quite closed.
 ''That's nothin',' returned Penrod, keeping his eye uneasily upon Mitchy- Mitch. "I know plenty people been better places than that-Chicago and l everywhere"
 There was unconscious ingratitude in his low rating of Atlantic City, for it was largely to the attractions of that resort he owed Miss Jones' present at titude of friendliness. Of course, too, she was curious about the accordion It would be dastardly to hint that she had noticed paper bag which bulged he pocket of Penrod's coat, and yet this bag was undeniably conspicuous ''and children are very like grown peo- ! pie sometimesr'
 Penrod brought forth the bag, pur- chased on the way at a drug store and till this moment unopened, which expresses in a word the depth of his sentiment for Marjorie. It contained an abundant 15 cents worth of lemon drops, jawbreakers, licorice sticks, cin-