News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-07-28
Miss Schofeld stamped heartily upon


lattice at the end of the porch is loose,
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, | suppose. y
Mr. Robert Williams looked upon her
yearnlngly. He touched a thrilling
chord on his guitar and leaned nearer.
but you said you have missed me-"
he began. u
The voice of Penrod drowned all 9TH
er sounds
10000 rem-mem- bur, whilst 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 scott at them bee-cause'-
"Penrodr' Miss Schofeld stamped
again.
"You did say you'd missed me- said
Mr. Robert Williams, Selling 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 bellies,
But the lttil dame I met while in the
city,
SneS par eNCelldWS lIle queen VI al
the swells.
She's sweeter far
Margaret rose and jumped up and
down repeatedly in well calculated
area. whereupon the voice of PenrOd
cried chokedly, "Quit thatn' 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, 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.
"Shers sweeter far than the flower I
named her after
And the memery of her smile it haunts
yet!
When in after years the moon is softly
beamun'
And at eve smell the smell Of mignon-
cite
! will re-CALh that
"Pen-rod!'
Mr. Schofeld appeared at an open
window upstairs book in his hand.
"Stop it, he commanded. Cant l
stay home with a headache one morn
ing from the office without having to
listen to- never did hear such
Bquawkingw He retired from the win
dow, having too impulsively called
upon his maker. PenrOd, shocked and
injured, entered the house, but pres
entity 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 it better to
close the front door
The next minute Penrod opened it.
~ suppose you want the whole family
to get a sunstroke," he said reproving-
~. "Keepin' every breath of air out O.
the house on a day like this.''
And he sat down implacably in the
doorway.
The serious poetry of all languages
has omitted the little brother, and yet
he is one of the great trials of love-
the immemorial burden Of courtship |
Tragedy should have found place for
him, but he has been left to the hap
hazard vignettist of Grub street lie
is the grave and real menace of lovers. |
His head is sacred and terrible, his |
power illimitable. There is one way
only one-to deal with him, but Robert |
Williams, having brother of Periods |
age, understood that way.
Robert had 81 in the world. He gave |
It to Penrod Immediately.
Enslaved forever the new Rockefel- |
Ter rose and went forth upon the high
way, an overlooking heart bursting the
f1oodgates of song:
I'm her eyes the light of love was softly
gleamun',
So sweatlay,
So neatlay. J
On the banks the moons soft light was
brightly streamun',
Words of love 1 then spoke to her,
She was purest of the pew-er:
Littil sweetheart, do not sigh,
DO not weep and do not cry.
] viii build a lttil cottige just for yew-
ew-ew and l.
In fairness it must be called to mind
that boys older than Penrod have these
wellings Of pent melody. A wife can
never tell when she is to undergo a
musical morning, and even the golden
wedding brings her no security; a man
of ninety is liable TO bust loose i'm song
any time.
Invalids murmured pitifully as Pen
rod came within hearing, and people
trying to think cursed the day that
they were born when he went shrilling
by. His hands in his pockets, his shin
ing face uplifted to the sky of June, he
passed down the street, singing his
way into the hearts deepest hatred of
all who heard him.