The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-30

down, and. with an expression of roguish benevolence, patronizingly watched the tempered fury of Duke, whose assaults and barkings were be- coming perfunctory.
 'What'I make Duke sick?" Penrod demanded
 -'Eatins dead bulldogs people leave around here''
 This was not improvisation but for mula, adapted from other occasions to the present encounter Nevertheless. it was new to Penrod, and he was so , taken with it that resentment lost it. self in admiration Hastily commit ting the gem to memory for use upon a dog owning friend, he inquired in a sociable tone: Whats your dogs name ?''
 Dan You better call your ole pup, cause Dan eats live dogs.''
 Dams actions poorly supported his masters assertion, for upon Dukes ceasing to bark Dan rose and showed the most courteous interest in making the lfttleNoId dogs acquaintance. Dan had q great deal of manner, and it be- came plain that Duke was impressed favorably in spite of former prejudice, so that presently the two trotted amicably back to their masters and sat down with the harmonious but in different air of having known each .oth- CT intimately for years. i. They were received without com ment, though both boys looked at them fedeetively for a. time. It was Penrod who spoke first
 What number you go to?'' lQn an. @oraI lesson in English Penrod had been instructed to put this question in another form, May ask which of our. public schools you attend.?9
 f Me YYhatk number do I go to7'' said the stranger contemptuous T don't go to no number in vacation 7 s
 .I mean when it ain't.''
 Third, :, returned the fat faced boy. -I got em all scared in that school.
 What of f?' innocently asked Pen rod.- to whom the third's-in distant part of town-was undiscovered coun- try.
 What Of I guess you'd soon see what of if you ever was in that school about one day. You'd be lucky if you got out alive!"
 Are the teachers mean?s'
 The other boy frowned with bitter scorn. "Teachers! Teachers don't or der me around, I can tell you. They're mighty careful how they try to run over Rupe Collins.''
 FWho's Rupe CoIlins2''
 tsWho is hep, echoed the fat faced boy. incredulously Say. afn't you got any ssense?'
 s.What?''
 Say, wouldn't you be just as happy if you had some sense? P
 sYe=es.n Penrod's answer, like the look he lifted 10 the impressive strang- CT, was meek and pIacative. ERupe Collins is the principal at your school, guess. 7
 The other yelled with jeering laugh ter and mocKedPenrod,s manner and voice. 'Rupe Collins is the principal hlrshly again. then suddenly showed truculence- Say, tbo, whyn't you learn enough 10 go in the house when it rains? Whats the matter of you, any hor?.'
 We'll urged POnrod timidly. mo body ever told me who Rupe Collins 1s I got a right to think he's the principal, haven't I 2,
 Tho fat faced boy shook his head disgustedly. Honest, you make me sick.'
 Penrod's expression became one of despair. Well, who is he ?s he cried
 < Who is he? mocked the other, with a seorn that withered. :. Who is hep AA1er'
 "Ohg Penrod was ,humiliated but relieved. He felt that he had proved Himself criminally ignorant, yet peril seemed to have passed "Rt1pe Collins is your name, then, guess. I kind I of thought it wasfaH the time.'
 The fat faced boy still appeared em. bittered, burlesquing this speech in a hateful falsetto .. .Rupe Collins is your name, then, I guessH Oh, you kind of thought it was all the time, did you?' Suddenly concentrating his brow into a histrionic scowl he thrust his facel within an inch of Penrod's. ':Yes. sonny, Rupe Collins is my name. and you better look out what you say when he's around or you'll get in big trouble! You understand that, 'bo?"
 Penrod was cowed, but fascinated. He felt that there was something dan gerous and dashfng about this new conner.
 ..Yes,'' he said. feebly drawing back ssNIy names Penrod Schofeld.''
 Then l reckon your father and mother ain't got good sense, said MT. Collins promptly. this also being for mu1a.
 ..Syhy?"
 Cause if they had they'd of give you good name .'a And the agreed ble youth instantly rewarded himself for the wit with another yell of rasping laughter, after which he pointed sud- denly at Penrod's right hand.
 .Where'd you get that wart on your dnger?1 he demanded severely.
 Which finger 2 asked the mystihed