The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-09-16

rs he's he still In a great deal ot
pain?'
They say the crisis il past" said
Margaret. "but the doctors still nI
there. He said It was the acutest case
Of indigestion he had ever treated In
the whole course Of his professional
practice"
cor course | diGn't know what he'd
do with the dollar said Robert.
She did not rcIir.
He began plain'ivcly, Margaret, you
don't
rive never seen papa and mamma
so upset about anything she said
rather primiy.
You mean they're upset about mef'
1--WE are all very much upset. re-
turned Margaret, more starch in her
tone as she remembered not only Pen
rods suffcrings. but a duty she had
vowed herself to perform.
Margaret. You DON'T
Robert" she said firmly and. also.
with a Rhetorical compIexity which
breeds n suspicion Of rehearsal; Rob
ert. for the present | IA only look at
il in one way-when you gave that
money TO Penrod you put into the
hands Of an ~unthinking little child Il
weapon which might be. and. indeed,
was. the means OF his undoing. Boy,
are not reSpOn'-
But you saw me give him the dol
lar, and YOU didn't
Robert" she checked him with in
creasing severity. Il am only a WON
an and not accustomed to thinking ey
erything out on the spur Of the mo,
ment. But | cannot change my mind
not now. at least
And you think I'd better not come
In tonight"
"Tonight!" she gasped, Not for
weeks. Papa wOuld"-
but Margaret" he urged %plaintively.
how can you blame me for
Il have not used the word blame.
| she interrupted But | must insist
that for your carelessnesS Toto wreak
such havOc-cannot fail Toto lessen
my confidence in your powers Of judg-
ment. | cannot change my convictions
in this matter-not tonight-and | can
not remain here another instant. The
poor child may need me. Robert. good
night"
With chill dignity she withdrew. en-
tered the house and returned to the
sick room. leaving the young man In
outer darkness to brood upon his
rrime-and upon Penrod.
That sincere invalid became conva
descent upon the third day, and Il week
elapsed, then, before he found an op
portunity to leave the house unacCom
p~anled-save by Duke. But at last he
set forth and approached the Jones
neighborhood in high spirits, pleasant
" conscious of his pallOr, hollow
cheeks and other perquisites Of illness
provocative of interest.
One thought troubled him Il little be
cause it gave him a sense of inferiority
to Il rival. He believed. against his
will, that Maurice Levy could have
successfully eaten chocolate creams.
~licorice sticks. lemon drops. jaw break
ers, peanuts. walles. lobster croqnettes.
sardines. cinnamon drops. watermelon.
pickles. popcorn. ice cream and sausage
with raspberry lemonade and cider,
penrod had admitted to himself thai
Maurice could do it and afterward AT
tend to business or pleasure without
the slightest discomfort. and this was
probably no more than a fair estimate
of one of the great constitutions OF all
time AS IA digester. Maurice Levy
would have disappointed II Borgia.
Fortunately. Maurice was still ut At
lantic City. and now the convalescent's
heart leaped. In the distance he saw
Marjorie coming-in pink again. with Il
ravishing little parasol over her head.
And alone! No Mitchy-Mitch was to
mar this meeting.
Penrod increased the feebleness of
his steps, now and then leaning upon
the fence as If for support.
How do you do, MarjorieT" he said
in his best sickroom voice as she came
near.
To his panied amaZement she pro
ceeded on her way. her nose at a cele-
brated elevation-an icy nose.
She cut him dead.
He threw his invalid's airs to the
winds and FASTENED after her.
Marjorie" he pleaded. whats the
matter? Are you mad? Honest. that
day you said to come back next morn
ing and you'd be on the corner, | was
sick. Honest. | was awful sick, Mar
jorie! I had to have the DOCTOR
Doctor She whirled upon him,
her lovely eyes blazing. II guess we've
had to have the doctor enough at our
house. thanks to you. Mister Penrod
Schofeld. Papa says you haven't got
near sense enough to come IN III Of
the rain after what you did to poor
little Mitchy- Mitch
"What?"
Yes. and he's sick in bed YETI" Mar
jorie went on with undated fury.
"And papa says If he ever catches yen
In this part of town.
"What'd ! do to Mitchy- Mitch? p