Connecticut western news., 1915-09-09

don't want it." followed Fan chon out into the sunshiny yard. where | they came to q halt and surveyed each 1 other.
 Penrod stared awkwardly at Fan- chon, no other occupation suggesting itself to him, while Fanchou, with the utmost coolness, made very thorough visual eXamina ton of Penrod, favoring him with an estimating scrutiny which lasted upkI he literally wiggled. Final ly she efa.
 Where do you buy your tiesY' sue asked.
 "What?"
 Where do you buy your neckties? Papa gets his at Skoones. You ought to get yours there. I'm sure the one | you're wearing isn't from Skoone'S
 "Skoone's ?' PenrOd repeated "Skoone's?"
 "On Fifth avenue" said Fahchon. Its very smart shop, the men say
 "AIen?' echoed Penrod in q hazy whisper. ''Men?" "Where do your people go ill sum- mer?' inquired the lady. We go to Long Shore, but so many middle class people have begun coming there man. ma thinks of leaving. The middle classes are simply awful, don't you think?"
 "What?'
 They're so boorjaw. You speak French, of course?"
 "Me?"
 We ran over to Paris last year. It's lovely, don't you think? Don't you love the Rue de Ia Paix?'' Penrod wandered in a labyrinth. This girl seemed to be talking, but her words were dumfounding, and of course there was no way for him to know that he was really listening to her mother. It was his first meeting with one of those grownup little girls, wonderful product of the winter apart ment and summer hotel, and Fanchon, an only child, was a star of the brand. He began to feel resentful.
 II suppose" she went on, "I'll find everything here fearfully western. Some nice people called yesterday, though. Do you know the Magsworth Bittses? Auntie says they're charm ing. Will Roddy be at your partyY'
 ''I guess he will" returned Penrod, finding this intelligible. "The mutt!''
 Really" Fanchon exclaimed airily. Aren't you great pals with him?"
 What's 'pals'?"
 "Good heavens! Don't you know what it means to say you're great pals with any one? You are an odd childr'
 | It was too much.
 "Oh, bugsr' said Penrod
 This bit of ruliianism had curious effect. Fanchon looked upon him with sudden favor.
 ''I like you, Penrod,' she said in an odd way, and whatever else there may have been ill her manner there certain ly was no shyness.
 "Oh, bugsr' This repetition may have lacked gallantry, but it was ut tered in no very decided tone. Penrod was shaken.
 "Yes, I dol" She stepped closer to him, smiling. Your hair is ever so pretty"
 Sailors parrots swear like mariners, they say, and gay mothers ought to re- ] aliZe that all children are initiative, for as the precociOuS Fanchon leaned to- ward Penrod the manner in which she 1 looked into his eyes might have made q thoughtful observer wonder where ] she had learned her pretty ways. | PenrOd was even more confused than he had been by her previous mys- 1 teries. but his confusion was of dis tinctly pleasant and alluring nature. ] He wanted more of it. Looking inten- tionally into another persons eyes is an act unknown to childhood, and Pen rods discovery that it could be done was sensational. He had never thought of looking into the eyes of Marjorie Jones.
 Despite all anguish, contumely, tar and Maurice Levy, he still secretly thought Of Marjorie, with pathetic constancy, as his beau" though that | is not how he would have spelled it. Marjorie was beautiful her curls were long and the color of amber; her nose was straight. and her freckIes were honest: she was much prettier than this accomplished visitor. But beauty | is not all.
 q do!' bTeathed Fanchon softly
 She seemed to him fairy creature from some rosier world than this. So humble is the human heart it glori- : fies and makes g!anOrous almost any poor thing that says to it, "I like you"
 Penrod was ensIayed. He swallow ed, couGhed. scratched the back of his neck and said disjointedly:
 "Well-I Gon't care-if you want to. l just as soon"
 Well dance together" said Fan chon, "at your party"