Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-08-31
rod. think It would make him bet.

rod. think It would make MIN pec'
ter boy"
A sibilance went about the room.
Sweet! How sweet! The sweet lit
tie soul All. sweet!"
"And that very afternoon" contin-
ued Mrs. Bassett, "he had come home
in a dreadful state. Penrod had
thrown tar all over him"
"Your son has a forgiving spirit" :"
said Mr.. Kinosling, with vehemence;
"a too forgiving spirit perhaps" He
set down his glass. mo more, I thank
you. No more cake, thank you.
Was It not Cardinal Newman who
said
he was interrupted by the sounds Of
an alteration just outside the closed
blinds Of the window nearest him.
LET him pick his tree" 1t was the
voice Of Samuel Williams. Didn't We
come over here to give him one OF his
own treesf Give him fair show,
can't you7"
'SThe little ladsr Mr.. Kinosling
smiled. They have their games, their
outdoor sports, their pastimes. The
young muscles are toughening. The
sun will not harm them. They grow,
they expand, they learn. They learn
fair play, honor, courtesy. from one
another as pebbles grow round In the
brook. They learn more from them
selves than from us. They take shape,
form, outline. Let them"
"Mr. Kinoslingr' Another spinster-
undeterred by what had happened to
Miss Beam-leaned far forward, her
face shining and ardent. "Mr. ki-
nosling, there's question l DO wish
to ask you"
"My dear Miss Cosslit," Mr.. Ki-
nosling responded, again waving his
hand and watching It, II am entirely
at your disposal"
"Was Joan Of Arc" she asked fer
vently, INSPIRED by spirits7"
He smiled indulgently. "Yes-and
no." he said. Zone must give both
answers. One must give the answer,
yes; one must give the answer, no."
"Oh, thank you!" said Miss Cosslit'
biushing. "She's one Of my great en-
thusiasms, you know"
"And have a question, too" urged
Mrs. Lora Rewbush after moments
hasty concentration. "I've never been
able to settle 1t for myself, but now
"Yesw said Mr.. KinOsling encouraG-
ingly.
"Is-ah-is-oh, yes-is Sanskrt a
more difficult language than Spanish,
Mr.. Kinosling?"
ut depends upon the student" re-
piled the oracle, smiling. zone must
not look for linguists everywhere. In
my own especial case-if one may cite
oneself as an example-I found no
great, no insurmountable difficulty IN
mastering, in conquering either"
"And may I ask one?' yentured Mrs.
Bassett. do you think 1t Is right to
wear egretsT
There are marks Of quality, Of caste,
Of social distinction" Mr.. Kinosling be-
gan, which must be permitted, allow
ed, though perhaps regulated. Social
distinction, one observes, almost inva-
riably implies spiritual distinction as
we'll. Distinction Of circumstances Is
accompanied by mental distinction.
Distinction Is hereditary. 1t descends
from father to son, and If there Is one
thing more true than like father, like
son. 1t is"-he bowed gallantly to Mrs.
Bassett-'it is like mother, like son.
What these good ladies have said this
afternoon Of your
This was the fatal instant There
smots upon all ears the voice OF
Georgie, painfully shrill and penetrat-
Ing, fraught with protest and protract-
ed strain. His plain words consisted
of the newly sanctioned and disinfect-
ed curse with q big II.
With an ejaculation Of horror Mrs.
Bassett sprang to the window and
threw open the blinds.
Georgie's back was disclosed to the
view Of the tea party. He was en-
deavoring to ascend a maple tree about
twelve feet from the window. EN-
bracing the trunk with arms and legs,
be had managed to squirm to a point
Just above the heads Of Penrod and
Herman, who stood close by, watching
him earnestly, Penrod being obviously
In charge Of the performance. Across
the yard were Sam Williams and Maui
rice Levy. acting as jury on the
question Of voice power, and it was to
a complaint Of theirs that George had
Just replied.
That's right, Georgle," said Penrod
encouragingly. 'They can too hear
you. Let her go"
"Going to heavenr' shrieked Georgie.
Nsquirming up another inch. "Going to
heaven, heaven, heaven!'
His mothers frenzied attempts to at
tract his attention failed utterly. Geor-
gle was using the full power OF his
lungs, deafening his own ears to all
other sounds. Mrs. Bassett called In
vain, while the tea party stood petri-
fed in a cluster about the window.
"Going to heavenr' George below
ed. "Going to heaven! Going to
heaven, my Lord! Going to heaven,
heaven, heaven:'
He tried to climb higher, but began
to slip downward, his exertions caus-
ing damage to his apparel. A button
few into the air, and his knickerbock-
ers and his waistband severed rela-
lions.
Devils got my coattails, sinners!
Old DEVILS got my coattails" he an
nounced appropriately. Then he be-
gan to slide. He relaxed his clasp OF
the tree and slid to the ground.
"Going to -!' shrieked Georgie,
reaching a high pitch Of enthusiasm
in this great climax.
With loud scream Mrs. Bassett
threw herself out Of the window,
alighting by some miracle upon her
feet with ankles unsprained.
Mr.: Kinosling, feeling that his pres
ence as spiritual adviser was demand
ed in the yard, followed with greater
dignity through the front door. At
the corner Of the house small de-
parting figure collided with him vio-