Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1915-07-29
Marjorie sent into his furious face

little gentleman she said deliberately.
"How's the little gentleman this after
noon? Hello, little gentleman"
Penrod, quite beside himself, danced
scientifically. "Dry upr' he howled.
DRY up, dry up, dry up, dry up!'
Mitchy-Mitch shouted with delight
and applied a finger to the side of the
caldron-a finger Immediately snatch
ed away and wiped upon a handker-
chief by his fastidious sister.
"'Ittle gellamunv' said Mitchy-
Mitch.
"You better look outw Penrod whirl-
ed upon this small offender with grim
satisfaction. Here was at least some
thing male that could without dishon-
or be held responsible. "You say that
again and I'll give you the worst
'You will notw snapped Marjorie, in
stantly vitriolic Hell say just what
ever he wants to, and he'll say it just
as much as he wants to. Say it
again, Mitchy- Mitch!'
"'Ittle gellamunr' said Mitchy- Mitch
promptly.
"Ow-yahv' Periods tone production
was becoming affected by his mental
condition. You say that again and
PIP
go on, MitchyMitch." cried Mario
RE. He can't do a thing. He don't
dare! Say it some more. Mitchy- Mitch
say it q whole lotr'
Mitchy- Mitch, with his small, fat face
shining with confidence in his immu
nifty, complied.
"'Ittle gellamunv' he squeaked ma
levolently. little gellamun! little
gellamun! little gellamunr'
The desperate Penrod bent over the
whitewashed rock, lifted it and then
outdoing Porthos, John Ridd and Ur-
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. 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 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 10
flee, 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 bug fished out Of an inkwell.
alive but discouraged.
Attracted by the riot, Samuel VIII
liams made his appearance, vaulting
fence and was Immediately followed
by Maurice Levy and George Bassett
They stared incredulously at the ex-
traordinary spectacle before them.
Little gen-til-mun! shrieked Mar
jorie, with a wild stroke that landed
NIL 70,
"Ooochv' bleated Penrod.
Its Penrod!" shouted Sam Williams,
recognizing him by the voice. For an
instant he had been in some doubt.
"Penrod Schofeld!" 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 u-called-uh-him-o she
sobbed-"I called him q lul-little-eh-
gentleman! And oh-lul-look!--oh, lul-
look at my du-dress! Lubbock at Mum
hy-oh-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
Little gentleman said George
Bassett, with some evidences Of dis
turbed complacency. why, that's
what they call mev'
Eyes, and you are one, toov' 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 a little gentleman. There's lots Of
names nobody ought to call. but this
ones NICE
You better look out!'
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
catastrophe and disaster. 1t was not
for George Bassett to beard him
Penrod was about to run amuck
II haven't called you q little gentle.