The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-29

atsssv- ~I shall always believe in nustard plas-
 ters--mustard Piasters and hot Wa
 ter bass.s and lemon drops, and peanuts, and jaw breakers, and sardines, and rasp- berry lemonade, and pickles, and pop corn, and ice cream, and cider, and sausage there was a sausage in his pocket, and mamma says his jacket is Suined@and cinnamon drops, and wal des, and he ate four or five lobster cro- quettes at lunch-and papa said, Who gave you that dollar? Only, he didn't say who. He said something horri- ble, Bob! And Penrod thought he was going to die, and he said you gave it to him, and. oh, it was just pittful to hear the poor child, Bob, because he thought he was dying. you see, and he blamed you for the whole thing. gHe said if you'd only let him alone and not given 1t to him he'd have grown up to be good man, and now he couldn't. I never heard anything So heartrending. He was so weak he could hardly whisper. but he kept try ing to talk, telling us over and over it was all your fault.
 In the darkness MT. Williams facial expression could not be seen, but his voice sounded hopeful.
 '.Is he-is he still in great deal of pain ??
 .srhey say the crisis is past said Margaret, ssbut the doctors still up i, there. He said 1t, was the acuteat case of indigestion he had ever treated in the whole course of his professional practice
 ..Of course didn't know what he'd I do with the do1Ia E. 7 said Robert. She did not reply.
 He began plainhveiy. t' Margaret. you don't''
 tIve never seen papa and mamma so upset about anything she said rather primly
 .sYou mean they're upset about me?s
 AWe are all very much upset" re- turned Margaret, more starch in her tone as she remembered not only Pen rods sufferings, but a duty she had vowed herself to perform. 1 Margaret! You don't'
 Robert, she said firmly and, also, 1 with rhetorical comp1exity which breeds a suspicion of reheatsal; Rob ert, for the present can only look at it in one waY-when you gave that money to Penrod you put into the I hands of an minimizing little child a weapon which might be, and, indeed, was, the means of his undoing. Boys are not respon'
 tsBut you saw me give him the dol lar. and you didn'
 'sRobert!' she checked him with in- I creasing Severity. "I ana only wom- an and not accustomed to thinking ev- erything out on the spur of the mo- nent. But I cannot change my mind mot now. at least.'
 l EsAnd you think I'd better not come l in tonight ?''
 s.Tonightg' she gasped ..Not for l weeks! Papa Would''-
 seBut Margaret he urged plaintvely, ''how can you blame me for
 q have not used the word blame '' she interrupted s.But must insist 1 that for your care1essness to- wreak such nayoc-cannot fail toto lessen my confidence in your powers of judg- ment. cannot change my convictions l1l this matter-not tonight-and can not remain here another instant. The poor child may need me. Robert, good night
 With chill dignity she withdrew. en- 1 tered the house and returned to the l sick room, leaving the young man in 1 outer darkness to brood upon his erime-and upon Penrod. That sincere invalid became conYa- lescent upon the third day. and week elapsed, then, before he found an op- I portunity to leave the house unaccom- panied 2save by Duke. But at last he set forth and approached the Jones neighborhood in high spirits, pleasant ly conscious of his pallor, hollow cheeks and other perquisttes of Illness i provocative of interest.
 One thought troubled him little be cause it gave him a sense of inferiority to q rival. He believed. against his will, that Maurice Levy could have successfully eaten chocolate creams, licorice sticks, lemon drops, jaw break CTS, peanuts, waf11es, lobster croquettes, sardines, cinnamon drops, watermelon, 1 pickles, popcorn, ice cream and sausage with raspberry lemonade and cider. Penrod had admitted to himself that l Maurice could do it and afterward at l tend to business or pleasure without the slightest discomfort, and this was l probably no more than a fair estimate l of one Of the great constitutions Of all 1 time. As digester Maurice Levy would have disappointed a Borgia. Gro Be ConEnued.) 1 Commander H L Cone, of the tor pedo hotilla tender Dixie, was assign ed to the Panama canal as marine sll-