New-York tribune., 1915-03-21

was happening, WltnureW INTO the MUSE i"' S'"
"That orchestra's dead one,' Fanchon re-
marked to Penrod 1--WE ought to .liven them up Q
little"
She approached the musicians.
Don't you know" she asked the leader, the
Slingo Sligo Slide"
The leader giggled, nodded, raped with his bow
upon his violin, and Penrod, following Fanchon
back upon the dancing floor, blindly brushed with
his elbow a solitary little figure standing aloof on
the lawn at the edge Of the platform.
1t was Marjorie.
She saw Fanchon and Penrod assume the
double embrace required by the dance; the
"Slingo Sligo Slide" burst from the orchestra
like the lunstic shrek Of gin-maddened niger;
and all the little couples began TO bob and dip
and sway.
Marjorie made a scene. She sprang upon the
platform and stamped her foot.
"Penrod Schofeld!" she shouted. You BE-
HAVE yourself!"
The remarkable girl took Penrod By the ear.
By his ear she swung him away from Fanchon
and faced him toward the lawn.
His mother, his sister, Margaret, and theis
grown-up friends had finished their tea and were
approaching from the house. Other parents ana
guardians were with them, coming for their chill
dren; and there were carriages and automobiles
waiting IN Ino sbfee" DN' Wv
went on, regardless.
The group Of grown-up people hesitated and
came to a halt. gazing at the pavilion
"What are they doing" gasped Mrs. Williams,
blushing deeply. "What is it? What Is TT
"Whet is it?" Mrs. Gelbraith echoed In
frightened whisper. "What'-
They're tangoingl" cried Margaret Schoheld
"Or bunny hugging grizzly bearing, or
They're only turkey trotting" said Robert
Williams.
With fearful outcries the mothers, sunts, and
sisters rushed upon the pavilion.
"Of course, II was dreadful" said Mrs. Schos
feld an hour later, rendering her lord an accouns
Of the day. "but II was every bit the fault OF thai
one extraordinary child. And OF all the quiet, de-
mure little things-that is. I mean, when she hrss
came. We all spoke OF how exquisite she seemed
so we'll trained, so fnished Eleven years oldI
I never saw anything like her in my lifel"
az suppose it's the New Child" her HUSBAND
grunted
"And to think Of her saying there ought TO have
been champagne In the lemonadel"
Probably she'd forgotten TO bring her poekes
flask" he suggested musingly
"But aren't you proud of Penrod" cried PEN
rods mother at was just as told you: he was
standing clear outside the pavilion
az never thought to the day! And Penrod
was the only boy not doing it, the only one TO
refuse? All the others were"--
Every one!" she returned triumphantly even
George Bassett!"
"Wen," said Mr.. Schofeld, 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 the horizon
line so far behind the back fence, and western
window Of the house blazed in gold unbearabe
to the eye: his day nearly over. He sighed,
and took from the inside pocket of his new jacket
the "sling-shot" Aunt Sarah Grim had given him
that morning.
He snapped the rubbers absently. They held
fast; and his next impulse was entirely irresist-
ib He found a shapey stone, fitted it TO the
leather and drew back the ancient catapult for
shot sparrow hoped upon branch be-
tween him and the house, and he aimed at the
sparrow. but the reflection from the dazzling win
dow 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 a glimpse of his father, stricken In mid
shaving ducking a shower Of broken glass, gilt
tering razor Aourishing wildly. Words crashed
with the glass, stentorsn words, fragmentary but
colossal
Penrod stood petrifed, a broken sling in his
hand. He could hear his parents booming de-
scent of the back stairs, instant and furious; and
then, red-hot above white lather, Mr. Schoheld
burst out of the kitchen door and hurtled forth
upon his
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
| were saying we were proud of you and here
you go and throw a rock at me through the win
dow when I'm shaving for dnner"
81 didn't" Penrod quavered. II was shooting
at a sparrow, and the got In my eyes, and the
sling broke"-
What sling?"
"Thisn."
"Whered you get that devilish thingt Don's
you know I've forbidden you thousand times"--+
at amt mine," said Penrod. "It's yours"
"What?"
"Yes, sir" said the boy, meekly. Aunt Sarah
Grim gave it to me this morning and told me TO
give it back to you. She said she took it away
from you thrty-fve years ago You killed her
hen. she said She told me some more to tell you,
but I've forgotten"
oh" said Mr.. Schofeld.
He took the broken sling in his hand looked at
it long and thoughtfully-and he looked longer.
and quite as thoughtfully, at Penrod. Then he
turned away and walked toward the house.
'I'm sorry papa" said Penrod.
Mr. Schofed coughed, and as he reached the
door called back, but without turning his head
"Never mind, little boy. broken window isn't
harm"
When he had gone in Penrod wandered down
the yard TO the back fence, climbed upon it and
sat in revery there.
A slight figure appeared, likewise upon fence,