Connecticut western news., 1915-05-06
"Eleva-terr' shouted Penrod-

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 circular manner, deprecatingly. but with courtesy. He pawed the basket drlicately, then. as if that were all his master had expected of him, uttered one bright bark. sat down and looked up triumphantly. His hypocrisy was shallow, many horrible quarter of an hour had taught him his duty in this
 Eattcr.
 ''El-e-vay shouted Penrod stern ly- You want me to come down there to you:"
 Duke looked suddenly haggard- He pawed the basket feebly again and. upon another outburst from on high, prostratcd himself flat Again threat cnGd. he gave a superb impersonation ! of a worm.
 You get in tkat cl-e-vay-ter.' Reckless with despair, Duke jumped | into the basket landing i'll a dishevelcd posture, which he did not alter until
 he had been drawn up and poured out
 upon the floor of sawdust within the
 box. There, shuddering, he lay in doughnut shape and presently slumber-
 ed. It was dark in the box. condition
 that might have been remedied by slid
 ing back a small wooden panel on run
 nerS, which would have let in ample light from the alley, but Penrod Scho- field had more interesting means of illumination. He knelt, and from a former soap box, in q corner, took a lantern without q chimney and q large oil can, the leak in the latter being so
 nearly imperceptible that its banish- ment from household use had seemed to Penrod as ineXplicable as it was providcntial.
 He shook the lantern near his ear; | nothing Splashed; there was no sign
 but a dry clinking. But there was plenty of kerosene in the can. and he filled the lantern. striking a match to
 illumine the operation. Then he lit tue lantern and hung it upon a nail against | the wall. The sawdust floor was slight ly impregnated with oil. and the open
 flame quivered in suggestive proximity
 to the side of the box; however, some
 rather deep charrings of the plank
 against which the lantern hung offered
 evidence that the arrangement was by no means new one and indicated at least a possibility of no fatality o. ! curing this time.
 Next Penrod turned up the surface of the sawdust in another corner of the floor and drew forth a cigar box in
 which were half a dozen cigarettes
 made of hayseed and thick brown
 wrapping paper, a lead pencil, an
 eraser and small notebook laLeled:
 English Grammar. Penrod Scho- field. Room G, Ward School Nombcr Seventh
 The first page of this book was pure
 ly academic, but the study of English
 undcfiled terminated with slight jar at the top of the second: Nor must an adverb be used to modif''-
 Immediately followed:
 HAROLD RAAIoREZ THE ROAD
 AGENT OR WILD LIFE AMONG
 THE ROCKY ATS."
 And the subsequent entries in the
 book appeared to have little concern
 with Room G, Ward School Nomber Seventh.
 The author of Harold Ramorez," etc, lit one of the haysecd cigarettes seated himself comfortably, with his back against the wall and his right shoulder just under the lantern, ele- vated his knees to support the note book, turned to q blank page and wrote. slowly and earnestly:
 "CHAPITER THE SIXTH" He took a knife from his pocket, and, broodingly, his eyes upon the inward embryos of vision. sharpened his pen cil. After that he extended q foot ard meditatively rubbed Dukes back ] with the side of his shoe. Creation.
 with Penrod, did not leap, full armed. from the brain; but finally he began to produce. He wrote very slowly at first, and then with increasing rapid ity, faster and faster, gathering mo- mentum and growing more and moro fevered as he sped. till at last the true fire came. without which no lamp of real literature may be made to burn.
 MT. Wilson rcchcd for his gun but our hero had him covrcd and soon said Well I guess you don't cone any of that on me my fTIiEd.
 Well what makes you so sure about it sreered the other biting his lip so say agelcy that the blood ran You are noth- ing but a co1son Roadagent any way and I.I do not propose to be bafled by such R2mor-Z laughed at this and kep Mir Wilcon covrCd by his ottomatick. Soon the two men were struggling t0- gether in the dea;hrocs but soon Mir Will son got him bound and gagged his mouti and went away for awhile leavin oul hero. it was dark and he writhd at his ho~Gs wri,hing on the floor vile the rats ccr,,c out of their holes and bit h!:l a"d ver:n,n got all over him from the floor of that hc,ish spot but soon he managed to rush the gag out of his mouth with the end Of his toungeu and got all his bonds off
 Soon MT Wilson came back to tant him with h.s helpless condition flowed by his garg of detectives and they said Oh look at R"moreZ sneering at his plight and tantcd him with his helpless condition because Pamorez lad put the bonds back sos he would look the same but could throw them off him when he wanted to Just look at him now sneered they. To hear him talk you would thought he was hot stuff and they said Look at him now, him that was going to do so much, Oh I would not like to be in his fix Gopn Harold mad al thfs and iur1p-