Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-09-30

corner the two looked Wanly at each
other, but neither spoke until the re-
turn Of the brothers from the chase.
Herman and Verman came back
laughing and ~chuckling.
sHiyi!' cackled Herman to verman
they came. See lat ole boy rum
"Who-eep' yerman shouted In &c
stasy.
New did see boy run 80 fast. Her
man continued, tossing the scythe into
the wheelbarrow. q bet he home In
bed by diss timer
verman roared with delight, appear
ing to be wholly unconscious that the
lids Of his right eye were swollen shut
and that his attire, not too fnical be-
fore the struggle, now entitled him to
3unqnestioned rank as a sansculotte.
Herman was a similar ruin and gave
as little heed to his condition.
Penrod looked dazedly from Herman
ito Verman and back again. So did
Sam Williams.
Herman said Penrod in a weak
voice, .syou wouldn't honest Of cut his
gizzard out, would Jour"
who? Me2 ] don't know. He
mighty mean ole boy!' Herman shook
his head grayely and then, observing
that Verman was again conynlsed with.
unctuous merrimenf, Joined laughter
with his brother. Sho! guess / w
dess talkin' whens | said at. Reckon
he thought | meant it FIN de way he
tuck an run. Hiyii Reckon he.
thought ole Herman bad man.. No, sub;
! uz dess talkin, cause ! ney' would.
cut nobody. | ain tryin' git IN no jail
mo. subj
Penrod looked at the scythe; he look
ed at Herman; he looked at the lawn.
mower. and he looked at Yerman.
Then he looked out In the yard at the
rake. So did Sam Williams.
Come on, Yerman," said Herman,
Eve ain got at stove wood E supper
yit.,
Giggling r~eminiscently, the brothers
disappeared, leaving silence behind
them in the carriage house. Penrod
and Sam retired slowly into the shad-
owy interior, each glancing, now and
then, with q preoccupied air, at the
open, empty doorway where the late
afternoon sunshine was growing rud-
dy. At intervals one or the other
scraped the floor reflectively with the
side OF his shoe. Finally, still with
out either having made any effort at
conversation, they went out into the
yard and stood, continuing their 81
lence.
WELL" said Sam at last, II guess
it's time / better be gettin' home. So
long, Penrod."
$50 long, SAM said Penrod feebiy.
With solemn gaze he watched his
friend out Of sight Then he went
slowly into the house and after an In
terval occupied In a unique manner APP
peared in the library holding q pair OF
brilliantly cleaning shoes In his hand.
Mr.. Schoield. reading the evening
paper, glanced froWningly Y It at
his offspring.
Look, papa" said Penrod; y found
your shoes where you'd taken 'em of
In your room to put on your slippers,
and they were all dusty. So / took
'em out on the back porch and gave
'em a good backing. They shine up
fine, don't they
Well, I'll be a d-dud-dummedr' said
the startled Mr.. Schofield.
Penrod was zigzagging back to nor
NAL.
The midsummer sun was stinging hot
outside the little barber shop next to
the corner drug store, and Penrod, un-
dergoing a toilet preliminary to his
slowly approaching twelfth birth
day, was adhesive enough to retain
upon his face much hair as It fell from
the shears.
There Is q mystery here. The ton
serial processes are not u~nagreeable to
manhood-in truth, they are soothing
but the hairs detached from a boys
head get into his eyes, his ears. his
nose, his mouth and down his neck,
and he does everywhere itch excrutiat
ingly. Wherefore he blinks. winks,
weeps. witches, condenses his counte-
nance and squirms, and perchance the
BARRIERS scissors clip more than intend
ed-belike an outlying flange Of ear.
"Um-muh-owr' said Penrod, this
thing having happened.
ID touch u up q little?" inquired
the barbar, smiling falsely.
AOoh-uhy The boy In the chair Of
fered inarticulate protest, as the
wound was rubbed with alum.
THAT don't hurt" said the barber.
You VIII get #, though, If you don't
sit stiller,' he continued, nipping In the
bud any attempt on the part OF his pa
tient to think that he already had cit
.PfIfl" said Penrod, menning no dis.
respect, but endeayoring to dislodge d
mustache from his lip.
"Yon ought to see how still that HIT
tie George Bassett sits. the barber
went on r~eproyingly. 81 hear every.
body says he's the best boy III town.
Puff. Phirri' There was d touch
Of Intentional contempt In this.
haven't heard nobody aroand the
maxim no SUCH remarks
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