Connecticut western news., 1915-07-08
Fly BOOTH HARRINGTON
Copyright, 1914, by Doubleday,
 Page & Company.
CHAPTER Xl.

ana living through LncILl Io l1he "ulI- ing for the millennium. But they do pass somehow, and at last there came a day when Penrod was one of a group that capered out from the Graveied yard of ward school No. ', carroling a leavetaking of the institution, of their instructress and not even forgetting MT. Capps, the janitor.
 Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye. school!
 Goodbye, Cappsie, dern old fool!'
 Penrod sang the loudest. For every boy there is an age when he finds his voice." Penrod's had not changed, y but he had found it. Inevitably that thing had come upon his family and the neighbors, and his father, a some what dyspeptic man, quoted frequently the expressive words of the Lady of Shalott," but there were others whose sufferings were as poignant. Vacation time warmed the young of the world to pleasant languor and a morning came that was like brightly colored picture ill a child's fairy story. Miss Margaret Schofeld, reclining in a hammock upon the front porch, was beautiful in the eyes of a newly made senior, well favored and in fair raj ment, beside her. \ guitar rested light ly upon his knee, and he was trying to play, a matter of some difficulty, as the floor of the porch also seemed inclined to be musical. From directly under his feet came voice of song, shrill, loud, incredibly piercing and incredibly fiat, dwelling upon each syllable with in comprehensible reluctance to leave it: "I have lands and earthly pow-wur. ' I'd give all for a now-wur
 Whilst setting at my-y-y dear old moth
 CTS knee-ee.
 >So-o-o rem-mem-bur whilst you're
 young''-
 Miss Schofield stamped heartily upon the musical floor.
 "It's Penrod." she explained. ''The lattice at the end of the porch is loGse, and he crawls under and comes out all bugs. He's been having a dreadful singing fit lately-running away to pic ture shows and vaudeville, I suppose"
 MT. Robert Williams locked upon her yearningly. He touched a thrilling chord on his guitar and leaned nearer, "But you said you have missed me" he began. "p'-
 The voice of Penrod drowned all oth- CT sounds.
 "So-o-o rem-mem-bur whi-i-ilst you're
 young,
 That the da-a-ys to you will come When you're o-o-old and only in the way Do not scoff at them bee-cause"-
 "Penrodw Miss Schofield stamped again.
 "You did say you'd missed me-" said MT. Robert Williams. seiZing hurried ly upon the silence. "Didn't you say"- A livelier tune rose upward. "Oh, you talk about your fascinating
 beauties,
 Of your dem-o-zells, your belles, But the littil dame I met, while in the
 city,
 She's par excellaws the queen of all
 the swells.
 She's sweeter far
 Margaret rose and jumped up and down repeatedly in a well calculated area. whereupon the voice of Penrod cried chokedly, Quit thatr' and there were subterranean coughings and sneezings
 You want to choke a person to death?" he inquired severely, appear ing at the end of the porch, a cobweb upon his brow. And, continuing, he put into practice a newly acquired phrase, "You better learn to be more considerick of other peoples comfort"
 Slowly and grievedly he withdrew, passed to the sunny side of the house, reclined in the warm grass beside his wistful Duke and presently sang again. She's sweeter far than the flower
 named her after,
 And the memory of her smile it haunts
 me yet! When In after years the moon Is softly
 beamun' And at eve smell the smell of mignon-
 cite
 I will re-CALh that
 "Pen-rodr'
 MT. Schofeld appeared at an open window upstairs, a book in his hand,
 "Stop itr' he commanded. Cant I stay home with headache one morn ing from the office without having to listen to-I never did hear such squawkingr' He retired from the win dow, having too impulsively called upon his maker. Penrod, shocked and Injured, entered the house, but pres ently his voice was again audible as far as the front porch. He was holding converse with his mother, somewhere in the interior.
 "Well, what of it? Sam Williams told me his mother said if Bob ever did think of getting married to Mar garet, his mother said she'd like to know what in the name O goodness they expect to-
 Bang! Margaret thought 1t better to close the front door.
 The next minute Penrod opened it. "I suppose you want the whole family to get a sunstroke," he said reproving- ly. "Keepin' every breath of air out O the house on a day like thisr'
 And he sat down implacably in the doorway.
 The serious poetry of all languages