The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-11-25

people have begun coming there mann.
ma thinks of leaving. The middle
classes are simply awful, don't you
think 2"
"WhatT'
They're so boorjaw. You speak
French, of eourse?'
"MeT
we ran over to Paris last year. It's
lovely, don't you think? Don't you
love the Rue de la Paix?"
fenrod wandered in a labyrinth.
Ihis girl seemed to be talking, but her
words We're dumfounding, and of
course there was no way for him to
know that he was really listening to
her mother. 1t 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 star of the brand.
He began to feel resentful.
Il suppose" she went on, "I'n 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'
Il guess he WILL" returned Penrod,
| finding this Ineligible. 1.-The muttp
Really" Fanchon exclaimed airily.
Aren't you great pals with himT'
"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
child.
1t was too mucn.
"Oh, bugs" said Penrod.
This bit of rufIlansm had a curious
effect. Fanchon looked upon him with
sudden favor.
Il like you, Penrod." she said In an
odd way, aud whatever else there may
have been in her manner there certain.
~ was no shyness.
"oh, bugs!'' This repetition may
have lacked galantry, but it was ut
tered in no very decided tone. Penrod
was shaken.
YES, do!' She stepped closer to
him, smiling "Your hair is ever so
pretty"
they say, and gay mothers ought to re-
alize that all children are initiative, for
rs the precocious Fanchon leaned to-
ward Penrod the manner in which she
looked into his eyes might have made
thoughtful observer wonder where
she had learned her pretty ways.
Penrod was even more confused
than ho hal hanp nv bar
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 curs were
long and the color of amber; her nose
was straight. and her freckles were
uuutSt, sue was piSttiCi IMAM
this accomplished visitor. But beauty
Is not all.
81 do" breathed Fanchon softly.
She seemed to him a fairy creature
from some roster world than this. So
humble is the human heart it glori-
ies and makes glamorous almost any
poor thing that says to it, Il like
your
Penrod was enslaved. He swallow
ed, coughed. scratched the back Of his
neck and said disJointedy:
"Well-I don't care-if you want to.
just as soon"
We'll dance together said Fan
chon, lat your party"
81 guess so. just as SOON"
"Don't you want to. Penrod?"
well. I'm willing to-"
mo. Say you want tor
"Wer-
He used his toe as a gimlet. boring
Into the ground. his wide open eyes
staring with intense vacancy at a but
ton on his sleeve His mother appear.
ed upon the porch in departure, call
lflG InTeNetiS Nv hCt Fhoui'N' ~ .''NO
Gebraith. who stood in the doorway.
Say it" whispered Fanchon.
well, Just as soon.'
She seemed satisfied
| dancin. floor had been laid upon
platform in the yard when Mrs. Scho-
field and her son arrived at their own
abode. and a white and scarlet striped
t., of erection over
I bend TO shelter the dancers from the
sun. Workmen We're busy every where
| pnder the direction of Margaret. and
the smitten heart of Penrod began TO
heat rapidly. All this was for him.
He was twelve!
After lunch he underwent an elab,
orate toilet and murmured not. For
the first time In his life he knew the
wish to be sandpapered. waxed and
polished to the highest possible degree.
| And when the operation was over he
| stood before the mirror In new bloom.
feeling encouraged to hope that his re-
| semhlance to his father was not so
strong as Aunt Sarah seemed TO think.
The white gloves upon his hands had
a pleasant smell. he found, and as he
came down the stairs he had great
content In the twinkling of his new
/, dancing slippers. He stepped twice
on each step the better to enjoy their
effect. and at the same time he deeply
| inhaled the odor of the gloves. In spite
I of everything Penrod had his social ca
=, pacities. Already it is to be perceived
/ that there were in him the markings
of cotillion leader.
Then came from the yard sound OF