Connecticut western news., 1915-08-12

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him. this time, and went in forlorn
Inconsistencies of the powerful forces
already set in secret motion TO he his
allies.
The punishment just undergone had
but made the naughty and unyielding
soul of Penrod mere Stalwart iii revolt.
He was unconquered. Every time the
one intolerdble insult had been offered
him his resentment had become the
hotter, his vengeance the more instant
and furious. And. I'll burning with
outrage, but upheld ~ the conviction
Of right, he was determined to continue
to the. last drop of his blood the de-
Tense of his honor. whenever it should
be assailed, no matter how mighty. o.
august the powers that attacked it. In
all ways, he was Il very sore boy.
During the brief ceremony of presen-
tation his usually inscrutable couute-
nance wore an expression interpreted
by his father as one of insane obstina-
cy. while Mrs. Schofield found it an in
centive to inward prayer. The fine gr;l-
ciouSnesS of Mr.. kinOsling. however.
was unimpaired by the glare Of yiru-
lent suspicion given him by this little
brother: Mr.. Kinosling InistooS ii for
n natural curiosity concerning one who
might possibly become. in time, Il merl-
Der of the family. He patted Prnrod
upon the head, which was. for many
reasons. in no condition to be patted
with any pleasure to the pattee. PEN
rod felt himself in the presence of a
new enemy.
"How do you do my little lad?' saiG
Mr. Kinosling. Il trust we shall be-
come fast friends"
To the ear of his little lad it seem
ed he said. "A frost we shall bick-
home fawst frainds.' Mr. Kinosling's
pronunciation was, in fact, slightly
precious, and the little lad, simply
mistaling it for some cryptic form of
mockery of himself. assumed a manner
and expression which argued so i'll for
The proposed friendship that Mrs.
Schofield hastily interposed the sug-
gestion of dinner, AID the small ZJro-
cession went In to the dining room
1T has been a delicious day." said
Mr.. Kinosling presently; warn, bur
balmy." With a benevolent smile he
addressed Penrod, who sat opposite
him. Il suppose, little gentleman, you
have been indulging in the usual out
door sports of vacation?"
Penrod laid. down his fork and glar-
VI open mouthed ut Mr.. Kinosting.
You'll have another slice of breast
of the chicken?" Mr. Schofield inquir-
ed loudly and quickly.
"A lovely dayr' exclaimed Margaret,
with equal promptitude and emphasis
Lovely; oh, lovely, lovelyi"
Beautiful beautiful, beautirui!' SAID
Mrs. Schofeld, and after a glance at
Penrod which confirmed her impress
sion that he intended to say some
thing she continued, Eyes. beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beauti-
full, beautiful
Penrod closed his mouth and sank
back in his chair, and his relatives
took breath.
Mr. Kinosling looked pleased. This
responsive family, with Its ready en-
thusiasm, made the kind of audience
he liked. He passed delicate white
hand gracefully over his tall, pale
forehead and smiled indulgently.
Youth relaxes in summer" he said.
"Boyhood is the age of relaxation; Ole
is playful, light, free, unfettered. One
runs and leaps and enjoys ones SELF
with ones companions. 1t is good for
the little lads to play with their friends
they jostle, push and wrestle and
simulate little, happy struggles with
one another in harmless conflict. The
young muscles are toughening. 1t is
good. Boyish chivalry develops, en-
larges, expands. The young learn
quickly, intuitively, spontaneously
They perceive the obligations of no
blesse >oblige. They begin to compre
bend the necessity of caste and its re-
quirements. They learn what birth
means-ah-that is, they learn what il
means to be well born. They learn
courtesy In their games; they learn
poiiteness, consideration for one anoth-
err in their pastimes, amusements, light
er occupations. / make it my pleasure
to join them often, for 1 sympathze
with them In all their wholesome joys
as well as in their little bothers and
perplexities. / understand them, you
see; and let me tell you it is no easy
matter to understand the little lads and
lassies." He sent to each listener his
beaming glance and, permitting it to
come to rest upon Penrod, inquired:
And what do you say to that, Little
gsntleman?"-
Mr.. Schofeld uttered q stentorian
cough. More? You'd better have
some more chicken! More! Dor
More chicken urged Margaret ST.
simultaneously. do please! Please.
More! Do Morev
Beautiful, beautiful" began Mrs
Schofield. Beautiful, beautiful, beau
| tiful, beautiful
1t is not known in what light Mr.
Kinosling viewed the expression of
Penrod's face. Perhaps he mistook it
for awe; perhaps he received no i'm
preston at all of its extraordinary