Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-08-05

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a~rensxn
aWaitl She stood there squeezing my
hand and struggling to get her voice.
Kept her AWAKE.
The next afternoon Mr.. Schofeld, re-
turning at S o'clock from the cares of
the day. found the house deserted and
sat down % read his evening paper In
what appeared to be an uninhabited
apartment known to its W world as
the drawing room" A sneeae, nnex-
pected both to him and the owner, I'M
formed him Of the presence Of another
person.
Where are you, Penrod7" the par
ent asked, looking about.
Here said Penrod meekly.
STOPPING, Mr.. Schotield discovered
his son squatting under the piano, neal
an open window-his wistful Duke ~
ing beside him.
What are you doing thereY'
'.Me7'
Why under the piano?'
Well the boy returned with grave
sweetness, q Was Just kind of sitting
Discriminating" /
.All right Mr.. Schofield, rather
touched, returned to the digestion of
a murder, his back once more to the
piano, and Penrod silently drew from
beneath his Jacket {where he had slip
ped 1t simultaneously with the sneeze)
a paper backed volume entitled, .Slim-
sy, the Sioux City Squealer; or. Not
Guilty, Your Honor.
In this manner the reading club con-
tinued In pence, absorbed, contented,
the world well forgot-untn a sudden,
violently irritated slam bang of the
front door startled the members, and
Mrs. Scho1eld burst into the room and
threw herself into a chair moaning.
What's the matter, mamma ask
ed her husband, laying aside his paper.
Henry Passloe Schofield,n return
ed the lady, Il don't know what is to
be done with that boy; | do notp'
You mean .Penrod?p
"Who else could 1 meanYs She sat
up, exasperated, to stare at him.
1Henry Passloe Schoheld, you've got
to take this matter in your hands. It's
beyond meln
well, what has he,-
Last night I got to thinking" she
began rapidly, aabout what Clara told
us-thank heaven she and Margaret
and little Clara have gone to tea at
Cousin Charlotte's-but they'll be home
soon-about what she said about Miss
Spence
.You mean about Penrcd's being a
comfort?n
yes, and I kept thinking and think
ing and thinking about It till I couldn't
stand It any
.By Georges.. shouted MI. scholeld
startlingly, stopping to look under the
piano. A statement that he had sud
denly remembered his sons presence
would be lacking In accuracy, for the
highly sensitized Penrod was, In fact,
no longer present. No more vas Duke,
his faithful dog.
Whats the matter?.
Nothing" he returned, striding to
the open window and looking out
go orr
aOhP, she moaned. 1T must be kept
from Clara. And III never hold up my
head again il John Fairy ever hears
pf its.1
Hears Of Whatf,
st.sxHfa III II s.ur,f1 on,,ldnt+ e,%o, ~ I'LL oof
SO curious. And I thought, of course,
[if Miss Spence had become a little
unbalanced it was my duty to know
it as Penrod's mother and she his
teacher. Sol thought / would just
call on her at her apartment after
school and have a chat and see. And
! did, and-oh'
sWellY,
rye just come from there, and she
told me-she told met Oh, I've never
known anything like thisI"
What did she tell your"
Mrs. Seho1eld, making q great ef-
fort managed to assume a temporary
appearance Of calm. Henry she
said solemnly, bear this In mind,
whateTer you do to Penrod 1t must be
done ID some place when Clara wont
hearait But the first thing to do IS to
find him"
Within view OF the window from
(which Mr.. Schoaeld was gazing was
the closed door OF the storeroom In the
stable, and just outside this door Duke
was performing q most engaging trick.
His young master had taught Duke
10 ssit up and beg when be wanted
anythIng, and II that didn't get 1t To
speak. Duke was facing the closed