The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-27

Iy 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 flat, dwelling upon each syllable with in- comprehensible reluctance to leave it; s1 have lands and earthly pow-wur I'd give all for now-wur, whi-ilst setting at rny-y-y dear old moth
 erss knee-ee.
 So-o-o rern-Tnern- bur whilst you're
 youngs'-
 Miss Schofeld stamped heartily upon the musical floor.
 'It's Penrod." :" she explained. ''The lattice at the end of the porch is loose, md he crawls under and comes out all bugss He's been having dreadful singing it lately running away to pie rure shows and vaudeville, I suppose. :
 Mir Robert Williams looked upon her syearningly. He touched a.. thrilling chorl on his guitar and leaned nearer. .sBut you saids yous have missed me. ' De began. ts sIs'-
 Tie voice of Penrod drowned all oth- CT sounds.
 ..so-oao .rers,-rnesna-b.,r, vhi-i-ilst. you're That the da=a-ys to you win come When you're o-o-old and only in the way. Do not scom at them bee-e eauses'-
 .'Penrodv' Miss schoheid stamped again.
 You did say you'd missed me- said MT Robert Williams, seizing hurried 9y upon the silence. Didn't you say''- A livclter tune roseaupward. s''oh. you talk about your fascinating
 or your deTn-o-zeIls. your belIes. But tho Attit dame I met. while in the
 she's par excellaws the queen of all She's sweeter far'-
 Margaret rose and jumped up and down repeatedly in a well calculated area, whereupon the voice of Penrod cried chokedlys fsQuit thatv' and there were subterranean coughings and l sneezfngs
 death F he inquired severely, appear ing at the end of the porch, a cobweh upon his brew And, continuing. he put into practice a newly acquired l phrase, You better learn 70 be more constderick of other peoples comfort. 2 Slowly and grievedfy he withdrew, passed to the sunny side of the house. reclined in the warm grass beside his wistful Duke and presently sang again, . l "Shess sweeter far than the flower ] ] named her after.
 E And the mernery of her smile 1t haunts = me yeti azs l When in after years rthe moon is softly F. E beanun' 1. And at eve smell the smell of rnignon- I viii re-cALh that
 .f fPen-rodn'
 MT Schofeld appeared at an open fT %tStop sit!" he comma nded. Cant stay home with d headache one morn ing from the office without having tc listen to--I never did hear such saua wking!''s Hesretired from thewin ! dow, having too iInpulsiyely called upon his maIzer.s Penreds shocked ano injured, entered the house, but pres I ently his voice was again audible as far as the front porch. He was holding converse with his mother, 3somewhere | in the interior.
 .cWell, what of it7. Sam Williams told me his mother. said if Bob ever did think of getting married to Mar garrett, his mother said she'd like tc know what in the name Q goodness they expect to''-
 f Bang! Margaret thought it better tS sclose the front door.
 The next minute Penrod opened s1t 4I suppose you want the whole family to get sunstroke,'' lFe said reproving I ly. ftKeepin every breath of air out o the house on day like tfis." And he sat down implacably in the doorway.
 The serious poetry of all langua ge' has omitted the little brother. and ye he is one of the great trials of love the immemorial burden of courtsh1I Tragedy should have found place 10 him, but he has been left to the haI hazard vignettist of Grub street. Il is the grave and real menace of lovers Ills head is sacred and terrible, hi power iilinitable. There is one way only one-to deal with him, but Robel
 WiIIiams, aving a brother of Penrod
 age, understood that way.
 tTo Be conttpued.l