Connecticut western news., 1915-08-05

offered her fair sneech. Put. alas. IN
Mariorie's wonderful eyes there shnnc
II consciousness of new powers for hi>
undoing. and she denied him oppor.
tunity!
''Oh. ohr' she cried. mocking his
lr3ined cutlery. What way for q
little gentleman to tulk, Little gentle
men don't say wicked
''Marjorie." Penrod, enraged and dis.
mayed, felt himself stung beyond nj
endurance. Insult from her was bitter
er TO endure than from any other
Don't you call me that again"
why not. little gentlemanT'
He stamped his foot. You better
stop"
Marjorie sent into his furious face
her lovely, sriteful laughter.
Little gentleman, little gentleman,
little gentleman she -aid deliberately.
"How's the little gentleman this after
noon? Hello. little gentleman
Penrod, quite beside himself. danced
eccentrically. DRY up he howled.
Dry up, dry up. dry up. dry up
Mitchy-Mitch shouted with delight
and applied Il finger to the side of the
caldron-a finger Immediately snatch
ed away and wiped upon handker-
chief by his fastidious sister.
little gellamun" said Mitchy-
Mitch.
You better look outr' Penrod whirl-
ed upon this small offender with grim
satisfaction. Here was ut least some
thing male that could without dishon-
or he held responsible. You say that
again and I'll give you the worst
You will not!' snapped Marjorie. in
stantly vitrioiic. Hell say just what
ever he wants to, and he'll say it just
rs much as he wants to. Say it
again. Mitchy-AIitch!'
little gelamun-' SAID Nritchy- Mitch
promptly.
"Ow-yahr' Penrods tone production
was becoming affected by his mental
condition. You say that again and
III
Go on, Mitchy-AIitch." cried Mario
RE. "Ee can't do thing. He doilt
dare! Say it some more. Mitchy- Mitch
say it whole lotr' =
AIitchy-Mitch, with his small, fat face
shining with confidence in his immu,
nifty, complied
little gellamun." he saueaked ma
levolently. d" Title gellaman! little
gellamun! little gellamunt'
The desperate Penrod bent over the
whitewashe3 rock, lifted ii and then
sus in one miraculous burst of strength
-heaved it into the air.
Marjorie screamed.
But it was too late. The big stone
descended into the precise midst of the
caldron and Penrod got his mighty
splash. 1t was far, far beyond his ex-
pectations.
spontaneously there were grand and
awful effects-volcanic spectacles of
nightmare and eruption. \ black sheet
Of ecceptric 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 thicllest,
though there was enough for all. Bre'r
Rabbit would have fed 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 Threats. 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 &c
flee, and they went round and round
the caldron, while Mitchy Mitch feebly
endeavored to follow-his appearance
in this pursuit, being pathetically like
alive but discouraged.
Attracted by the riot, Samuel vii
Eams made his appearance, vaulting
fence and was Immediately followed
by Maurice Levy and George Bassett
They stared incredulously Mt the eX
traordinary spectacle before them.
Little gen-til-mun!" shrieked Mar
jorie, with n wild stroke that landed
full upon Periods tarry cap.
"Ooochr' bleatcd Penrod.
ITS Penrod." shouted Sam Williams
recognizing him by the voice. For an
instant he had been in some doubt.
"Penrod SchoIeld." exclaimed Geor.
gle BasSett. What does this mean?"
Th"t was Georges style, and had
helped to win him his title.
Marjorie leaned. panting upon shcr
stick. Il called-uh-him-oh!' GShe
sobbed-"I called him lul-little-oh-
gentleman And .oh-lul-look.-oh. lul-
look ut my du-dress. Lubbock at Mum
chy-Oh-Eitch-oh.''
Unexpectedly she smote again-with
lesg!ts-and then. selling the indistin-
gIishable hand Of Mitchy-AIitch, she
ran w&il.ng homeward down the street.
Little gentleman? said George
3&ssvtt, with some evidences of dis
turbed complacency. why, that's
what they call me"'
Yes, and you are one, too"' shouted
the maddoned 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-
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