The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-09-16
CHAPTER XII.
Music.

term of the school year is
made Of decades, not Of weeks,
and living through them is like wait
ing for the millennium. But they do
pass somehow, and at last there came
a day when Penrod was one of a group
that capered III from the grayeled
yard of ward school No. Z, carroling a
l%eavetaking of the institution, Of their
instructress and not even forgetting
Mr.. Caps, the j~anitor.
Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, school!
Goodbye, Capps.e, dern old fool!'
Penrod san the loudest. For every
boy there Is an age when he finds his
voice" Periods had not changed
but he had found it. Inevitably that
thing had come upon his family and
| the n~eighbors, and his father, a some
! what dyspeptic man, quoted frequently
! the expressive words of the Lady of
Shalott,'' but there We're others whose
sufferings were as poignant.
Vacation time warmed the young Of
the world to pleasant languor, and "A
morning came that was like a brightly
colored picture in a child's fairy story.
! Miss Margaret Schofield, reclining in Il
hammock upon the front porch, was
beautiful in the eyes of a newly IAade
senior, well favored and in fair raj
ment, beside her. A guitar rested light
ly upon his knee, and,he was trying to
play, a matter of some difficulty, as the
floor Of the porch also seemed inclined
to be musical. From directly under his
! feet came a voice of song, shrill, loud,
incredibly piercing and incredibly fiat.
dwelling upon each syllable with in
comprehensive reluctance to leave it:
IT have lands and earthly pow-wur.
I'd give all for a now-wur,
Whilst setting at my-y-y dear old moth
ers knee-ee,
5000 r~em-mem-bur whilst you're
young
Miss Schofield stamped heartily upon
the musical floor.
Its Penrod,' she explained. 1.-THE
lattice at the end Of the porch is loose,
and he crawls under and III out all
bugs. He's been having a dreadful
singing fit lately-running away to pic
ture shows and vaudeville, suppose"
Mr.. Robert Williams looked upon her
yearningly. He touched a thrilling
chord on his guitar and leaned nearer.
But you said you have missed me-"
he began. "I"-
The voice Of Penrod drowned all 9th
er sounds.
$1,000 rem-mem-bur, whi-i-ilst you're
young,
That the da-a-ys to you will come
When you're o-o-old and only in the way.
Do not scott at them b~ee-cause"-
"Penrod.'' Miss Schofield stamped
again.
you did say you'd missed me-" said
Mr.. Robert Williams, Selling hurried
ly upon the silence. Didn't you say
A livelier tune rose upward.
"Oh, you talk about your fascinating
beauties,
OF your dem-o-zells, your bellies,
But the littil dame 1 met, while in the
city,
She's par excellaws the queen Of all
the swells.
She's sweeter far
Margaret rose and jumped up and
down repeatedly in a we'll calculated
area, whereupon the voice Of Penrod
| cried chokedly, ''Quit that and there
were s"ubterranean ~coughings and
sneezings.
"You want to choke a person to
death?" he inquired severely, appear
ing at the end Of the porch, a cobweb
| upon his brow. And, continuing, he
put into practice a newly acquired
phrase. you better learn to be more
| ~considerick Of other peoples comfort
Slowly and grievedly he withdrew.
passed to the sunny side of the house,
reclined in the warm grass beside his
wistful Duke and presently sang again.
shes sweeter far than the flower !
named her after.
And the memery of her smile it haunts
me yet,
When in after years the moon is softly
beamun'
And at eve ! smell the smell of mignon-
cite
will re-CALA that
"Pen-rod.'
Mr.. Schofield appeared at an open
window upstairs, a book in his hand.
stop It," he commanded. Cant |
| stay home with a headache n morn
ing from the Office without having to
listen to- never did hear such
squawking!' He retired from the win
dow, having too impulsively called
upon his maker. Penrod. shocked and
injured. entered the house, but pres
emily his voice was again audible as
far as the front porch. He was holding
| converse with his mother, somewhere
in the interior.
We'll. what Of 1t? Sam Williams
told me his mother said II Bob ever
did think Of getting married to Mar
garct. his mother said she'd like to
know what in the name o goodness
they expect to-
Bang! Margaret thought it better to
close the front door.
The next minute Penrod opened It.
II suppose you want the whole family
to get O sunstroke," he said reproving: