Connecticut western news., 1915-05-06
pup you sneered he I will get you yet

 Cur heroa ammunition was exhaused what was he to do. the remanin scondrcl would soon get his aN lose so our hero sprung forward and bit him till his teeth met in the i.ech for now our hero was fighting for his vc"y life At this the remanin scondrcl also cursed and sworc vile oGths Oh snccred he you Harold Ramortz what did you bite me for Yes sncered Sir Wilson also and he has shot me in tho abodncn too
 Soon they were both cursin and reviln him together Why. snccrcd they what did you want to injure us tnr Why, you Harold Ramorez you have not got any sCnce and you think you are so much but you are no better than anybody else Soon our hero could stand this no longer If you could learn to act ike gentlmcn said he l would not do any more to you now and your low vile expressions have not got any effect on mo only to injurc your own self when you go to meet your Maker Oh l guess you have had enogh for one day and think you have learned lesson and will not soon atemp to beard i Harold Ramorez again so with a tantlng laugh he cooly lit n clgarreto and taSln the keys of the cell from Mir Wilson poket went on o,t
 Soon Mir Wilson and the wonded detec- tive managed to bind up their wonds and got up off the floor - it I will havr that dasstads life now sneered they ic We have to swing for it he shall not escap, us again.
 Chapter seventh A mule train of heavily laden burrcs laden with gold from the mines was tu be | seen wondering among the highest clif.r and gorgs of the Rocky AIts and q ten 1 man with a long slkcn mustash and a cartilage belt could be heard cursin vlc i oaths because he well knew this was the lair of Harold Ramorez Why you mean old mules you sneercd he because thc poor mules were not able To gos a"y quicker for him I will show you WI, - it snecred he his oaths growing vilcr and viler l will whip you sos you will not be able to walk for a week you mean old mules you
 Scarcely had the vile words left his lip when
 "Penrodr'
 It was his mothers voice calling from the back porch.
 Simultaneously the noon whistles hc gan to blow far and near. and the TO. manccr in the sawdust box. summon- cd prosaically from steep mountain passes above the clouds. paused win stubby pencil halfway from lip tu knee. His eyes were shining. there was a rapt sweetness in his gaze. \" he wrote his burden had grown light CT. thoughts of Mrs. Lora Rewbush had | almost left him, and in particular as h recounted (evcn by the chaste dish the annoyed expressions of Mir. Wn. son, the wounded detective. and the l silllen moustached mule driver, he had felt mysteriously relieved concern.n" the Child Sir Lancelot. Altogether he looked better and a brighter boy.
 "Pen-rodr'
 The rapt look faded slowly. He sighed, but moved not.
 "Penrod! We're having lunch early just on your account, so you'll have plenty of time to be dressed for the pageant. Hurry"
 There was silence in Pcnrod's aeric.
 "Pen-rodr'
 Mrs. Schoficld's voice sounded near, CT. indicating a threatened approach. Penrod bestirred himself. He blew out the lantern and shouted plaintively:
 Well, ain't I coming lasts I canT Do hurry" returned the voice, with drawing. and the kitchen door could be heard to close.
 Replacing his manuscript and pencil in the cigar box, he carefully buried the box in the sawdust, put the Ian tern and oil can back in the soap b0M adjusted the elevator for the recep- tion of Duke, and in Tio uncertain tone invited the devoted animal to enter.
 Duke stretched himself amiably, af- fecting not to hear and when this pre- tense became so obvious that even a dog could keep it up no longer sat down in q corner. facing 1t, his back to his master and his head perpendicular. nose upward. supported by the con vergence of the two walls. This from a dog is the last word, the comblc of the immutable. Penrod command ed, stormed, tried gentleness, persuad cd with honeyed words and picture rewards. Dukes eyes l>Oked back ward; otherwise he moved not. Time ! elapsed. Penrod stopped to fiattery. finally to insincere caresScs; then, los ing patience. spouted sudden threats.
 "Penrod. come down from that box this instant"'
 "Ma'am?"
 "Are you up in that sawdust box again?" As Mrs. Schofeld had just UpHFu u1T SbIl S NhlNe loSh6 llblAi AAN box and also as she knew he was there anyhow, her question must have been put for oratorical purposes only. "Bc- cause if you are" she continued promptly. "Im going to ask your papa not to let you play there any
 Pcnrod's forehead. his eyes, the tops of his ears and most of his hair l'e' came visible to her at the top of the box. "I ain't 'playingv" he said in dignantly.
 "Wcll. what are you doing"
 Just coming down." he replied in grieved but patient tone.
 "Then why don't you come|
 "I got Duke here. I got to get him down. haven't I? You don't suppose want to leave a poor dog in here to starve, do you?'
 "Well. hand him down over the side to me. Let me-
 "rn get him down all right" said Penrod. "I got him up here and