News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-09-01
Marjorie screamed.

caMron and Penrod got his mighty
splash. 1t was far, far beyond his eX
pectations.
Spontaneously there were grand ant
awful effects-volcanic spectacles Of
nightmare and eruption. A black sheet
of eccentric shape rose out of the cal
dron and descended upon the three
children. who had no time to evade it
After it fell. Mitchy-Mitch. who stood
nearest the caldron, was the thickest
though there was enough for all. Bre'r
Rabbit would have fled from any OF
them
When Marjorie and Mitchy- Mitch got
their breath. they used it vocally, and
seldom have more penetrating sounds
ISSUED from human throats. Coinci-
dentally Marjorie. quite berserk, laid
hands upon the largest stick within
reach and fell upon Penrod with blind
fury. He had the presence of mind to
fee, and they went round and round
the caldrOn. While Mitchy Mitch feebly
endeavored to follow-his appearance,
in this pursuit, being pathetically like
that of a bug fished out of an inkwell.
alive but discouraged.
Attracted by the riot, Samuel Will
liams made his appearance, vaulting a
fence and was Immediately followed
by Maurice Levy and George Bassett.
They stared incredulously at the ex-
traordih9Iy spectacle before them.
'Littir Gen-til-mun" shrieked Mar
jorie, with wild stroke that landed
full upon Nemrod's tarry cap.
"OoOch" blcated Penrod.
Its Penrod!" shouted Sam Williams,
recognizing him by the voice. For an
instant he had been in some doubt.
"Penrod Schofieldr' exclaimed Geor-
gle Bassett. "What does this mean?"
That was Georges style, and had
helped to win him his title
Marjorie leaned. painting upon her
stick. Il cu,called-uh-him- she
sobbed-"I called him lul-little--oh--
gentleman! And oh--lul-look!-o lul-
look at my du-dress! Lubbock at Mum
itchy -Mitch-oh.'
? Unexpectedly she smote again-with
results-and then, selling the indistin-
guishable hand of Mitchy-Mitch, she
ran wailing homeward down the street.
"Tittle gentleman said George
Bassett, with some evidences of dis
turbed complacency. "Why, that's
what they call mev'
eyes, and you are one, toor' shouted
the maddened Penrod But you bet
ter not let anybody call me that! I've
stood enough around here for one day,
and you can't run over me, George
Bassett. Just you put that in your giz-
card and smoke it!'
anybody has perfect right" said
George. with dignity, Ito call per-
son little gentleman. There's lots Of
names nobody ought to call, but this
ones a NICE
you better look outr'
Unavenged bruises were distributed
all over Penrod, both upon his body
and upon his spirit. Driven by subtle
forces he had dipped his hands in
and disaster. It was not
for a George Bassett to beard him.
Penrod was about to run amuck (
81 haven't called you a little gentle
man. yet" said George. 81 only said .
1t. Anybody's got right to say it."
"NOt around me! You just try it /
again and
81 shall say it." returned George. .
''ali / please. Anybody in this town
has right to say little gentleman -
Believing insanely, Penrod plunged
bis right hand into the caldron, rushed
upon George and made awful work
Of his hair and features.
Alas, it was but the beginning! Sam
Williams and Maurice Levy screamed
with delight and, simultaneously in
fected, danced about the struggling
paiD shouting frantically:
Little gentleman! Little gentlemanl
Sick him, George! Sick him, little
Little gentleman! Little
gentleman
The Infatuated outlaw turned upon
them with blows and more tar. which
gave George Bassett his opportunity
md later seriously impaired the purity
Df his fame. Feeling himself hopeless
" tarred, he dipped both hands repeat
edly into the caldron and applied his
gatherings to Penrod. 1t was bringing
Goals to Newcastle, but it helped to
assuage the just wrath of George.
The four boys gave a fine imitation
of the LAGOON group complicated by
IN extra fgure-frantic splutterings
lCd choklngs, strange cries and stran-
ger words issued from this tangle;
hands dipped lavishly into the mex
laustible Reservoir of tar, with more
md more picturesque results. The cal
Iron had been elevated upon bricks
nd was not perfectly balanced. and
lnder heavy impact of the struggling
group it lurched and went partly over.
pouring forth a Stygian tide which
'ormed a deep pool in the gutter.
1t was the fate Of Master ROdeTick
Bits. that exclusive and Immaculate
,erson, TO make bis appearance upon