The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-10-14

pursuit. the latter waving his scyrhe
overhead. Mr.. Collins slackened not bis
gait, but rather. out Of great anguish.
increased 1t, the while a rapidly devel-
op1ng purpose became firm In his mind
and ever after so remained not only
to refrain from visiting that neighbor-
hood again. but never by any chance
to come within mile of 1t.
From the alley door Penrod and Sam
watched the flight and were without
words. When the pursuit rounded the
corner the two looked wanly at each
other. but neither spoke until the re-
turn of the brothers from the chase.
Herman and Verman came back
laughing and chuckling.
"Hiyiw cackled Herman to Verman
as they came. ''See at ole boy run!'
"Who-eer' verman shouted In &c
stasy.
New did see boy run so fas'!' Her
man continued, tossing the scythe into
the wheelbarrow. II bet he home In
bed by diss timer
Verman roared with delight, appear
ing to be wholly unconscious that the
lids of his right eye were swollen shut
and that his attire, not too fnical be-
fore the struggle. now entitled him to
unquestioned rank as a sansculotte.
Herman was similar ruin and gave
as little heed to his condition.
Penrod looked dazedly from Herman
to Verman aud back again. So did
Sam Williams.
Herman" said Penrod In a weak
voice, you wouldn't honest of cut bis
gizzard out, would your"
"Who? Me? don't know. He
mighty mean ole boy" Herman shook
his head gravely and then, observing
that Verman was again convulsed with
unctuous merriment, Joined laughter
with his brother. "Sho! I guess l uz
dess talkin' whens l said at. Reckon
he thought ] meant 1t I'm de way he
tuck an run. Hiyi! Reckon he
thought ole Herman bad man. No. sub;
l w dess talkin.' cause I new would
cut nobody. l ain tryin' git In no Jail
no. subj"
Penrod looked at the scythe; he look
ed at Hermann; he looked at the lawn
mower. and he looked at Verman
Then he looked out in the yard at the
rake. So did Sam Williams.
"Come on, Verman," said Herman.
I'VE ain got at stove wood f supper
yit."
Giggling reminiscently. the brothers
disappeared. leaving silence behind
them in the carriage house. Penrod
and Sam retired slowly into the shad-
owy interior. each glancing, now and
then. with preoccupied air. at the
open, empty doorway where the late
afternoon sunshine was growing rud-
dy. At intervals one or the other
scraped the floor renecdvely with the
side OF his shoe. Finally, still with
out either having made any effort at
conversation, they went out into the
yard and stood, continuing their 81.
lence.
WELL" said Sam at last, II guess
It's time better be gettin' home. So
long. Penrod."
$50 long, SAM" said Penrod feebly.
With solemn gaze he watched his
friend out of sight Then he went
slowly into the house and after an in
terval occupied in a unique manner ap-
peared in the library holding a pair OF
brilliantly cleaning shoes in his hand
Mr.. Schofield, reading the evening
paper, glanced frOwningly over 1t at
his offspring.
Look. papa" said Penrod; 81 found
your shoes where you'd taken 'em OF
In your room to put on your slippers.
and they were all dusty. So took
'em out on the back porch and gave
'em a good backing. They shine up
fine, don't theyf'
"Well, I'll be a d-dud-dummed" said
the startled Mr.. Schofield.
Penrod was zigzagging back to nor
NAL.
The midsummer sun was singing hot
outside the little barber shop next to
the corner drug store. and Penrod, un-
dergoing a toilet preliminary to his
very slowly approaching twelfth birth
day. was adhesive enough to retain
upon his face much hair as 1t fell from
the shears.
There is a mystery here. The ton
serial processes are not unagreeable to
manhood-in truth, they are soothing
but the hairs detached from a boys
head get into his eyes, his ears, his
nose. his mouth and down his neck.
and he does everywhere itch excrutiat-
ingly. Wherefore he blinks, winks,
weeps. witches. condenses his counte-
nance and squirms. and perchance the
BARRIERS scissors clip more than intend
ed-belike an outlying flange of ear.
"Um-muh-owr' said Penrod, this
thing having happened.
I'D l touch y up a hitler inquired
the barbar. smiling falsely.
"Ooh-uhw The boy in the chair Of.
fered inarticulate protest, as the
wound was rubbed with alum.
THAT don't hurt" said the barber.
"You will get 1t. though. If you don't
sit stiller." he continued, nipping In the
bud any attempt on the part Of his pa
tient to think that he already had ut"
"Pfuffy said Penrod. meaning no dis
respect. but endeavoring to dislodge a
temporary mustache from his lip.
"You ought to see how still that lit
tie George Bassett SITS" the barber
went on reprovingly. II hear every.
body says he's the best boy in town."
Puff! Phirr!' There was a touch
of Intentional contempt in this.
81 haven't heard nobody around the
neighborhood maxim no such remarks
added the barber, "about nobody OF
the name of Penrod Scho6eld-"
WELL" said Penrod. clearing his
mouth after struggle, who wants
'em to? OuchP'