The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-12-02
You BEHAVE ronrselfr.

lie was stunned; obeyed automatical-
ly without question and had very little
realization of what was happening to
him. Altogether and without reason
he was In precisely the condition of an
elderly spouse detected In fragrant mis-
behavior Marjorie similarly was in
precisely the condition of the party
who detects such misbehavior. 1t may
be added that she had acted with a
promptness, decision and disregard
OF social consequences all to be COM
mended to the attention of ladies' in
like predicament.
You ought to be ashamed of your
self" she ragged when they reached the
lawn. Aren't you ashamed of your
self"
What for?" he inquired helplessly.
"You be quiet.'
But what'd do, Marjorie? haven't
done anything to you," he pleaded Il
haven't even seen you all aftern"-
you be quietr' she cried, tears fill
Ing her eyes. Keep still, you ugly
boy! Shut upr'
She slapped him.
He should have understood from this
how much she cared for him, but he
rubbed his cheek and declared rue
fully:
I'll never speak to you againT'
you will too!' she sobbed passion
ately.
81 will not.''
He turned to leave her, but paused.
His mother. his sister Margaret and
their grownup friends had finished
their tea and were approaching from
the house. Other parents and guar
dams We're with them, coming for their
children. and there were carriages and
automobiles waiting in the street. But
the "Slingo Slide" went on regard
less.
The group of grown up people hest
tated and came to a halt. gazing at the
pavilion.
What are they doing?" gasped Mrs.
Williams, blushing deeply. what is
it? What is it
what is it," Mrs. Gelbraith echoed
in frightened whisper. WHAT
They're tangoingf' cried Margaret
Schofield, ''or bunny hugging or grizzly
bearing orr
They're only turkey trotting," said
Robert Williams.
With fearful outcries the mothers,
aunts and sisters rushed upon the pa
vilion.
"Of course it was dreadful" said
Mrs. Schofieid an hour later. rendering
her lord an account of the day, but
it was every bit the fault of that one
extraordinary child. And of all the
quiet, demure little things-that is,
mean when she first came. We all
spoke of how exquisite she seemed-so
well trained, so finished! Eleven years
old! | never saw anything like her in
my life
Il suppose it's the New Child" her
husband srunted
And to. think of her saying there
ought to have been champagne in the
Lemonade"
Probably she'd forgotten to bring
her pocket flask" he suggested mus
ingly.
'But aren't you proud of PenrodT'
cried Penrod's mother. ut was just
as l told you. He was standing clear
outside the pavilion
81 never thought to see the day.
And Penrod was the only boy not do
ing It, the only one to ref Use. All the
others were"
every oner' she returned trium-
phantly. Even George Bassett''
WELL" said Mr.. Schofield, patting
her on the shoulder. 81 guess we can
hold up our heads at last"
Penrod was out in the yard staring
at the empty marquee. The sun was
on the horizon line, so far behind the
back fence, and a western window of
the house bazed in gold unbearable to
the eye His day was nearly over.
He sighed and took from the inside
shot" Aunt Sarah Grim had given him
that morning.
He snapped the rubbers absently.
They held fast. and his next impulse
was entirely irresistible. He found
shapely stone. fitted it to the leather
and drew back the ancient catapult
for a shot. A sparrow hoped upon
a branch between him and the house,
and he aimed at the sparrow, but the
reflection from the dazzling window
struck in his eyes as he loosed the
leather.
He missed the sparrow, but not the
window. There was loud crash,
and to his horror he caught glimpse
of his father. stricken in midshaving,
ducking a shower of broken glass.
glittering razor flourishing wildly.
Words crashed with the glass, stem
torian words, fragmentary, but col
loSsal.
Penrod stood petrifed, a broken
sling In his hand. He could hear his
parents booming descent of the back
stairs. instant and furious. and then.
red hot above white lather, Mr.. Scho-
field burst out of the kitchen door and
hurled forth upon his son.
What do you mean?' he demanded.
shaking Penrod by the shoulder
Ten minutes ago. for the very first
time in our lives, your mother and l
were saying we were proud of you,
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