Connecticut western news., 1915-09-09

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 He used his toe as q cimlet. boring into the ground. his wide open eyes staring v'ith intense vacancy at Il but ton on his sleeve. His mother appear ed upon the por~h in departure. call ing farcwells over her shoulder to Mrs. Gclbraith. who stood in the doorway.
 Say it"' whispered Fanchon.
 Well. I just as s0on."
 She seemed satisfied.
 \ dancing floor had been laid upon n platform in the yard when Mrs. Scho- field and her son arrived at their own | abode, and white and Srariet striped canopy was i'll pro"Css of erection over head to shelter the dancers from the sun. Workmcn were busy everywhere under the direction of Margaret. and the smitten heart of pcnrod began to beat rapit,1.. All this was for him. He was twelve!
 After lunch he underwent an elab- crate toilet and murmured not. For the first time i'll his life he knew the wish to be sanlpapercd. waxcd. 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 sembIance to his father was net so strong as Aunt Sarah seemed to think
 The white gloves ui.oh las hInds had a pleasant smell, he fOuil~, and ais he came down the stairs he had great content in the tWilI.lling 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 of everything Penrod had his social ca pacities. Already it is to he perceived that there were ill him the makings of q cotillion leader.
 Then came from the yard q sound of tuning instruments, squeak of fiddle. croon of cello. q falling triangle ring ing and tinkling to the floor, and he turned pale.
 Chosen guests began to arrive, while Pcnrod, suffering from stage fright and precipitation. stood beside his mother. in the drawing room,' to receive them. He greeted unfamiliar acGuaintances and intimate fellow criminals with tbe same frigidity, murmuring "'M glad to see y" to all alike. largely increas- ing the embarrassment which always prevails at the beginning of childrens festivities. His unnatural pomp and circumstance had so thoroughly upset him. in truth, that Marjorie Jones re- ceived a distinct shock, now to be re- lated. Dr. Thrope, the very kind old clergyman who had baptized Penrod, came in for a moment to congratulate the boy and had just moved away when it was MaTjories turn, in the line of children, to speak to Penrod. She gave him what she considered a forgiving look and, because of the oc- casion, addressed him in a perfectly courteous manner.
 "1 wish you many happy returns of the day. Penrod."
 "Thank you. sirr' he returned, fol- lowing Dr. Thorpe with a glass stare in which there was absolutely no rec ognition of Marjorie. Then he greeted Maurice Levy, who was next to Mar jorie, "'M glad to see y'r'
 Dumfounded, Marjorie turned aside and stood near, observing Penrod with gravity. It was the first great surprise of her life. Customarily she had seem- ed to place his character somewhere between that of the professional rioter and that of the orang outang. Never theless her manner at times just hint ed a consciousness that this Calibun was her property, wherefore she stared at him incredulously as his head bob bed up and down in the dancing school bow. greeting his guests. Then she heard an adult voice near her excIaim: |. What an exquisite childr'
 Marjorie glanced up-a little con- sciously, though she was used to it. naturally curious to ascertain who was speaking of her. It was Sam Will Hams mother addressing Mrs. Bassett, both being present to help Mrs. Scho- field make the festivities festive.
 "Exquisite"'
 Here was a second heavy surprise for Marjorie. They were not looking at her. They were looking with beam ing approval at q girl she had never seen, a dark and modish stranger of singularly composed and yet modest aspect. Her dOwncast eyes. becoming in one thus entering a crowded room. were all that produced the effect of modesty, counteracting something about her which might have seemed too assured. She was very slender, very dainty, and her apparel was dis
 Marjorie's lovely eyes dilated. She learned the meaning of hatred at first sight. Observing the stranger with in- stinctive suspicion, all at once she seemed, to herself, awkward. Poor Marjorie underwent that experience which hearty, healthy little girls and big girls undergo at one time or an- other--from heels to head she felt her. self. somehow, too thick.
 Fanchon leaned close to Penrod and whispered in his ear:
 Don't you forget!''
 Penrod blushed.
 Marjorie saw the blush. Her lovely