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

knocked at his door. aWinny wurst''
was rigidly forbidden by the home au-
thorities- Besides, there was a last
nickel In his pocket, and nature pro
tested against Its survival; also the
red faced man had himself proclaimed
his wares n%ourishing for the weak
stummick.
Penrod placed the nickel in the red
hand of the red faced man.
He ate two OF the three greasy, cigar
Hike shapes cordially pressed upon him
In return. The first bite convinced
him that he had made a mistake.
These winnies seemed OF a very In
ferior flavor, almost unpleasant, in
fact But he felt obliged to conceal
his poor opinion OF them for fear of
offending the red faced q He ate
without haste or eagerness, so slowly
indeed that he began to think the red
faced man might dislike him as a
deterrent Of trade. Perhaps Penrod's
mind was not working well, for he
failed TO remember that no law com
PEELED him TO remain under the eye of
the red faced man, but the virulent re-
pulsion excited by his attempt to take
a bite Of the third sausage inspired
him with at least an xcuse for post
ponement-
mighty good" he murmured feebly,
placing the sausage in the inside peck
ct Of his jacket with a shaking hand
Guess I'll save this one to eat at
home after-after dinner"
He moved sluggishly away, wishing
he had not thought of dinner. A side
show. undiscovered until now, failed
to arouse his interest, not ever exciting
a wish that he had known Of its ex-
istence when he had money. For a
time he stared without comprehension
at a huge canvas poster depicting the
| chief attraction. the weather worn col
ors conveying no meaning to his tor
pid eye. Then, little by little, the post
er became more vivid to his conscious
ness. There was a greenish tinted per
son in the tent, it seemed, who thrived
upon a reptilian diet.
Suddenly Penrod decided that 1t was
time to go home.
CHAPTER Kill.
Brothers of Angels.
HsE' INDEED, doctor" said Mrs. Scho-
field, with agitation and pro-
found conviction, just after 8
O'Clock that evening, Il shall al
ways believe in mustard p~lasters-mus-
tard plasters and hot water bags. II it
hadn't been for them / don't believe
he'd have lived till you got here-I do
not!"
Margaret" called Mr.. Schofeld from
the open door Of a bedroom, Margaret,
where did you put that aromatic am
monia? Where's Margarety
But he had to find the aromatic spir-
its Of ammonia himself, for Margaret
was not in the house. She stood in the
shadow beneath a maple tree near the
street corner, a guitar case in her hand,
and she scanned with anxiety q 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.
"Bobm
Mr.. Robert Williams swung about
hastily. "Why, Margaret"
Here, take your guitar" she whis-
pered hurriedly. II was afraid if IA
ther happened to find it he'd break 1t
all to pieces!"
what for? asked the startled Rob
ert-
Because I'm sure he knows it's
yours"
"But what
"Oh, Bob" she moaned, "I was wait
ing here to tell you I was so afraid
you'd try to come in"-
"Tryr exclaimed the unfortunate
young man. quite dumfounded. "Try
to come
Yes, before I warned you. I've been
waiting here to tell you, Bob, you
mustn't come near the house. II 1
were you I'd stay away from even this
Observation-Disclosures away! For awhile
I don't think it would be actually safe
| for
Margaret, will you please
TITS all on account of that dollar
you gave Penrod this morning." she
walled. First he bought that horri-
BILE concertina that made papa SO furi-
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