The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-11-18

piled the oracle, smiling. Zone must
not look for linguists everywhere. In
my own especial case-if one may cite
oheseif as an example, found no
great, no .psurmountable difficulty in
mastering, in conquering ether !
And may ask one?" ventured Mrs
Bassett DO you think it is right to
wear egrets?"
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
well. 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. it is''-he bowed CALAMITY 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
smote upon all ears the voice of
Georgia, painfully shrill and peIfetrat.
Ing, fraught with protest and pretract-
ed strain. His plain words consisted
of the newly sanctioned and disinfect.
ed curse with big III. =
| With an ejaculation of horror Mrs
Bassett sprang to the window and
threw open the blinds.
Georges back was disclosed to the
view of the tea party. He was Ell
deavoring to ascend maple tree about
twelve feet from the window. EN-
| bracing the trunk with arms and legs,
he had managed to squirm to 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
complaint of theirs that George had
just replied.
That's right. George" said Penrod
| encouragingfy. They can too hear
you. Let her gov'
"Golng to heavenr' shrieked George.
squirmlng up another inch. "Going to
| heaven. heaven, heavenr'
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 heaven 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
flew into the air, and his knickerbock-
ers and his waistband severed rela-
tons.
Devils got my coattails. sinnersl
Old devils got my coattails!" he an
bounced appropriately. Then he be-
gan to slide He relaxed his clasp of
the tree and slid to the ground.
"Going to - shrieked George,
reaching a high pitch of enthusiasm
in this great climax.
with lOuQ scream MIS-. 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-
lently 1t was Penrod, tactfully with
drawing from what promised to be
family scene of unusual painfulness.
Mr.. Kinosling seized him by the
shoulders and. giving way to emo
ton, shook him viciously.
You horrible boy!" exclaimed Mr.
Kinosling You rufiianly creature!
Do you know what's going to Happen
to you when you grow up? Do you
realize what you're going to be!'
With flashing eyes the indignant boy
made known his mistaken purpose.
He shouted the reply:
"a minister