The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1915-09-25

pid eye. Then. little by little. the post
err became more vivid to his conscious.
ness. There was greenish tinted per-
son in the tent, it seemed. who thrived
upon rertilian diet. dc
Suddenly Penrod decided that It was
time to go home.
CHAPTER XIII.
Brothers Of Angels.
81" INDEED, dcctor," said Mrs. scho-
field. with agitation and pro-
found conviction, just after
o'clock that evening. II shall al
ways believe in mustard plasters -mus-
tard plasters and hot water bags. If it
hadn't been for them I don't believe
he'd have lived till you got here-l do
not!'
Margaret" called Mr.. Schof1eld from
the open door Of bedroom, "A1argaret,
where did you put that aromatic am.
monia? Where's Margaret"
But he had to find the aromatic spir-
it's Of ammonia himself, for Margaret
was not in the house. She stood in the
shadow beneath maple tree near the
street corner, guitar case in her hand,
and she scanned with anxiety briskly
approaching figure. The arc light.
swinging above, revealed this figure as
that of him she awaited. He was pass
ing toward the gate without seeing her,
when she arrested him with a fateful
whisper.
"Bobr'
Mr.. Robert Williams swung about
hastily. why. Margaret!'
Here, take your guitar" she whis-
pered hurriedly. II was afraid if ia.
Their happened to find it he'd break It
all to ~piecesw - 49,. -.---:~.
what for?' asked the startled Rob.
ert.
Because I'm sure he knows it's
yours
But WHAT
'Oh, Bob" she moaned, IT was wait.
Ing here to tell you. l was SO afraid
you'd try to come i'm
Try" exclaimed the unfortunate
young man, quite dumfounded. TRY
to come
Eyes, before warned you. I've been
waiting here to tell you, Bob, you
mustn' t come near the. house. If I
were you Id stay away from even this
Observation-Disclosures away! For awhile
don't think it would be actually safe
for
margaret. will you please
Its all on account of that dollar
you gave Rcnrod this morning." she
walled. First he bought that horri-
Bile concertlna that made papa so furi.
ous'-
But Penrod didn't tell that p
"Oh. wait!' she cried lamentably.
Listen! He didn't tell at lunch, but
he got home about dinner time in the
most-well, I've seen pale people be-
fore, but nothing like Penrod. Nobody
could imagine it-not unless they'd
seen him. And he looked 50 strange
and kept making such unnatural faces
and at first all he would say was that
he'd eaten a little piece of apple and
thought it must have had some mi
crobes on ut. But he got sicker and
sicker, and we put him to bed, and
then we all thought he was going to
die, and, Of course, no little piece of
apple would have-well, and he kept
getting worse, and then he said he'd
had a dollar. He said he'd spent it for
the cOncertna, and watermelon, and
chocolate creams, and llcorice sticks,
and lemon drops, and peanuts, and
Jaw breakers, and sardines, and rasp-
berry lemonade, and pickles, and pop.
corn, and ice cream, and cider. and
sausage there was sausage in his
pocket, and mamma says his jacket is
ruined-and cinnamon drops, and waf-
fles, and he ate four or five lobster, GRO.
quotes at lunch-and papa said, who
gave you that dollar?' Only he didn't
say who. He said something horri-
BILE, Bob! And Penrod thought he was
going to die. and he, said you gave it
to him. and, oh. it was just pitiful to
hear the poor child. Bob, because he
thought he was dying. you. see. and he
blamed you for the whole thing. He
said If you'd only let him alone and
not given 1t to him he'd have grown
up to be a good man, and now he
couldn't! I never heard anything so
heartrending.A He was 50 weak he
could hardly, whisper, but he kept try:
ing to talk, telling us over and over It
was sall@ your fault .r..s:::> ,t..&.
, In the darkness Mr.. Williams facial
expression could not be seen. but his
voice sounded hopeful. j +, AZ: r. r.
rs he-is he still liz q great deal Of
pain: = 4. /. :s I III 1.
} y. .:';They say the crisis i. past: said
Margaret. .'but, The octor's atill Up