The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-10-14

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a neighbor, dear Mrs. Bassett, whose
household l indeed really feel 1t quite
impossible to visit until such time
when better, firmer, stronger handed.
more determined discipline shall pre-
vail. | find Mr.. and Mrs. Schofield and
their daughter charming, but
Three or four ladies said "Oh!' and
spoke a name simultaneously. 1t was
rs If they had said. "Oh, the bubonic
plague!'
"Oh! Penrod S%chofeld!'
George does not play with him."
said Mrs. Bassett Qu~ickly-'that Is, he
avoids him as much as he can without
hurting Penrod's feelings. George is
very sensitive to giving pain. 1 sup
pose a mother should not tell these
things, and l know people who talk
about their own children are dreadful
bores, but 1t vas only last Thursday
night that George looked up In my
face so sweetly after he had said his
prayers, and his little cheeks flushed
as he said: Mamma, l think 1t would
be right for me to go more with Pen
rod. l think 1t would make him a bet
ter boy"
A sibilance went about the room.
Sweet! How sweet! The sweet lit
tie soul All, SWEET
And that very afternoon" contin-
ued Mrs. Bassett, she had come home
in a dreadful state. Penrod had
thrown tar all over him."
Your son has a forgiving spirit"
said Mr.. Kinosling, with vehemence;
"a too forgiving spirit perhaps" He
set down his glass. mo mOre, | thank
you. No more cake, l thank you.
Was II not Cardinal Newman who
said
He was Interrupted by the sounds OF
an alteration Just outside the closed
blinds Of the window nearest him.
Let him pick his tree" 1t vas the
voice of Samuel Williams. Didn't we
come over here to give him one Of his
own trees2 Give him a fair show.
can't your
THE little ladsr" Mr.. Kinosling
smiled. 'They have their games, their
outdoor sports, their pastimes. The
young muscles are toughening. The
sun will not harm them. They grow,
they expand, they learn. They learn
fair play, honor, courtesy, from n
another as pebbles grow round In the
brook. They learn more from them
selves than from us. They take shape,
form, outline. Let them"
.NEr Iy;nnli,~,, A~>thnr ,Dt,c<or-
undeterred by what had happened to
Miss Beam-leaned far forward, her
face shining and ardent. "Mr. XII
nosling, there's a question l do wish
to ask you"
my dear Miss Cosslit," Mr.. XII
nosling responded, again waving his
hand and watching 1t, 81 am entirely
at your disposal"
WAS Joan of Arc" she asked fer
vently, inspired by spiritsT
He 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 you!" said Miss Cosslit.
blushing. shes n of my great en-
thusiasms, you know"
And l have a question, too" urged
Mrs. Lora Rewbush after a moments
hasty concentration. I've never been
able to settle 1t for myself, but now
"YesT" said MI. Kinosling encOurag-
ingly.
"Is-ah-is-oh, yes-is Sanskrit a
more difficult language than Spanish.
Mr.. KinoslingY
1T depends upon the student" re
piled the oracle, smiling. One must
not look for linguists everywhere. In
my own especial case-if one may cite
oneself as al example, found no
great. no insurmountable difficulty IN
mastering, in %cOnquering either"
And may l ask one?" ventured Mrs.
Bassett. "Do you think 1t Is right to
wear egrets?"
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-
riably implies spiritual distinction as
well. Distinction Of circumstances IS
accompanied by mental distinction.
Distinction is hereditary. 1t descends
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-'it 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, painfully shrill and penetrat
ing, fraught with protest and protract-
ed strain. His plain words CONSISTED
Of the newly sanctioned and disinfect
I'd curse with a big II.
With an ejaculation of horror Mrs.
Bassett sprang to the window and
threw open the blinds.
Georges back was disclosed to the
view Of the tea party. He was ell
d~eavoring to ascend a maple tree about
twelve feet from the window. Elm
bracing the trunk with arms and legs,
he had managed to sQuirm to a point
Just above the heads Of Penrod and