The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-09-30

tdu u u Tx StuOlC duu up II o''Ss
at a speed he had never before at
tanned. so that even Dan had hard
work to keep within barking distance.
And a cross shoulder glance at the cor
ner revealing Verman and Herman In
pursuit. the latter waving his scythe
overhead. Mr.. Collins %slackened no his
gait, but rather. out OF great anguish.
increased 1t. the while a rapidly devel-
Oplng purpose became firm In bis mind
and ever after so remained not only
to refrain from visiting that neighbor-
hood again. but never by any chance
to come within. a mile Of 1t.
From the alley door Penrod and Sam
watched the flight and were without
words. When the pursuit rounded the
corner the two looked wanly at each
other, but neither spoke until the re-
turn Of the brothers from the chase.
Herman and Verman came back
laughing and chuckling.
"Hiyir' cackled Herman to Verman
as they came. See at ole boy rum!
"Who-ee" Verman shouted in &C.
stasy.
New did see boy run so fas'" Her
man continued. tossing the scythe into
the ~wheeibarrow. IL bet he home IN
bed by diss time"
Verman roared with delight, appear
Ing to be wholly unconscious that the
lids Of his right eye were swollen shut
and that his attire. not too 6nical be-
fore the struggle. now entitled him to
unouestioned rank as a sansculOtte.
Herman was a similar ruin and gave
as little heed to his condition.
Penrod looked dazedly from Herman
to Verman and back again. So did
Sam Williams.
Herman" said Penrod in a weak
voice, "you wouldn't honest OF cut his
gizzard out, would your
who? Me? don't know. He
mighty mean ole boy" Herman shook
his head gravely and then, observing
that Verman was again convulsed with
unctuous merriment, Joined laughter
with his brother. "Sho! | guess | w
dess talkin' whens | said at Reckon
he thought | meant it FIN de way he
tuck an run. Hiyi! Reckon he
thought ole Herman bad man. No, sub;
! w less talkin.' cause ! new would
cut nobody. | ain tryin' git in no Jail
no. subj
Penrod looked at the scythe; he look
ed at Herman; he looked at the lawn
mower. and he looked at Nerman.
Then he looked out in the yard at the
rake. SO did Sam Williams.
Come on. Verman," said Herman.
I'VE ain got at stove wood f supper
yit."
Giggling reminiscently, the brothers
disappeared. leaving silence behind
them in the carriage house. Penrod
and Sam retired slowly into the shad-
owy interior. each glancing. now and
then. with a preoccupied air, at the
open. empty doorway where the late
afternoon sunshine was growing rud-
dy. At intervals one or the other
scraped the door refectively with the
side of his shoe. Finally, still with
out either having made any effort at
conversation. they went out into the
yard and stood, continuing their 81
lence.
We'll" said Sam at last, II guess
it's time ! better be gettin' home. So
long. PenrOd."
$50 long, Sam" said Penrod feebly.
With solemn gaze he watched his
friend out Of sight. Then he went
slowly into the house and after an in
terval occupied in a unique manner APP
peared in the library holding a pair Of
brilliantly cleaning shoes In his hand.
Mr.. Schoield, reading the evening
paper, glanced frowningly over it at
his offspring.
Look. papa" said Penrod; 81 found
yonr shoes where you'd taken EN- of
in your room to put on your slippers.
and they were all dusty. So ! took
'em out on the back porch and gave
'em a good backing. They shine up
fine. don't they!'
We'll, I'll be a ddud-dummed" said
the startled Mr.. Schofeld.
Penrod was zigzagging back to nor
NAL.
The midsummer sun was singing hot
outside the little barber shop next to
the corner drug store. and Penrod, un-
dergoing a toilet preliminary to his
very slowly approaching twelfth birth
day. was adhesive enough to retain
upon his face much hair as it fell from
the shears.
There is a mystery here. The ton
serial processes are not unagreeable to
manhood-in truth, they are soothing
but the hairs detached from a boys
head get into his eyes. his ears, his
nose, his mouth and down his neck.
and he does everywhere itch excrutiat-
ingly. Wherefore he blinks. winhs.
weeps. witches. condenses his counte-
n and squirms. and perchancc the
BARRIERS scissors clip more than intend
e~d-belike an outlying fiange of ear.
"Um-muh-ow!' said Penrod. this
thing having happened.
ID | touch v up a littlef" inquired
the barbar, smiling falsely.
"Ooh-uhr' The boy in the chair Of
fered inarticulate protest, as the
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