The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-09-16

Aoi hih6, anu even the gOlQen
wedding brings her no security; q man
of ninety Is liable to bust loose In song
any time.
lnvalids murmured pitifully as Pen
rod came within hearing, and people
trying to think cursed the day that
they were born when he went shrilling
by. His hands in his pockets, his shin
ing face uplifted to the sky of June, he
passed down the street, singing his
way into the hearts deepest hatred of
all who heard him.
"One evuning I was sturow-ling
Midst the city of the Dead,
viewed where all around me
Their PEACEFUL graves was spread.
But that which touched me mostlay"-
He had reached his journeys end.
junk dealers shop, wherein lay the
long desired treasure Of his soul-an
accordion which might have possessed
high quality Of interest for an anti
quarian, being unquestionably a ruin.
beautiful in decay and quite beyond
the sacrilegious reach of the restorer.
But it was still able to disgorge sounds.
which could be heard for a remarka-
BILE distance In all directions, and 1t had
one rich calfike tone that had gone to
Penrod's heart. He obtained the in
strument for % cents, a price long
since agreed upon with the junk dealer,
who falsely claimed loss of profit.
Shylock that he was! He had found
the wreck in an alley.
With this rurnhoc c,,cnopdod From,
his shoulder by faded green cord.
Penrod set out in a somewhat home
ward direction, but not by the route
he had just Travelled. though his motive
for the change was not humanitarian.
1t was his desire to display himself
thus troubadouring to the gaze of Mar
jorie Jones. Heralding his advance by
continuous experiments in the music
Of the future. he pranced upon his
blithesome way. the faithful Duke at
his heels. ct was easier for Duke than
it would have been for younger dog.
because with advancing age he had be-
gun to grow a little deaf.)
Turning the corner nearest to the
glamored mansion of the Joneses, the
boy jongleur came suddenly face to
face with Marjorie and. in the delicious
surprise of the encounter. ceased to
play, his hands. In agitation. falling
from the instrument
Bareheaded, the sunshine glorious
upon her amber curls. Marjorie was
strolling hand in hand with her baby
brother, Mitchell, four years old. She
wore pink that day-unforgettab BILE
pink. with broad. black patent leath-
er belt, shimmering reflections dancing
upon its surface. How beautiful she
was! How sacred the sweet little
baby brother, whose privilege it was
to cling to that small hand delicately
powdered with freckles.
Hello, Marjorie.' said Penrod, af-
fecting carelessness.
"Hellor said Marjorie, with unex-
pected cordiality. She bent over her
baby brother with motherly affecta-
tons. "Say 'howdy' to the gently
nuns, Mitchy- Mitch" she urged sweet
ly. turning him to face Penrod.
"Won'tr' said Mitchy-Mitch. and to
emphasize his refusal kicked the gen.
tymuns upon the shin.
Penrod's feelings underwent instant
change, and iE the sole occupation of
disliking Mitchy-Mitch he wasted pre-
cious seconds which might have been
better employed in philosophic consid-
Grafton of the startling example just
afforded of how a given law operates
throughout the universe in precisely
the same manner perpetually. Robert
Williams would have understood this
easily.
"Oh, oh!'' Marjorie cried and put
Mitchy-Mitch behind her with too
much sweetness. Maurice Levy's
gone to Atlantic City with his man.
ma" she remarked conversationally as
il the kicking incident were quite
closed.
"That's nothin'." returned Penrod.
keeping his eye uneasily upon Mitchy-
Mitch. 81 know plenty people been
better places than that-Chicago and
everywhere"
There was unconscious ingraitnde IN
his low rating Of Atlantic City. for II
was largely to the attractions OF thai
resort he owed Miss Jones present al
titude of friendliness. OF course. too.
she was curious about the accordion.
II would be dastardly to hint that she
had noticed a paper bag which bulged
the pocket Of Periods coat, and YET
this bag was undeniably conspicuous
"and children are very like grown peo-
pie sometimes"
Penrod brought forth the bag pur-
chased on the way at a drug store
and till this moment unopened. which
expresses in word the depth OF his
sentiment for Marjorie. Ii contained
an abundant Is cents worth of lemon
1rops iawbreakers. licorice sticks. Gin
namon drops and shopworn chocolate
creams.
Take all you want" he said, with
offhand generosity. =.
"Wby. Penrod Sehofield." exclaimed
the wholly thawed damsel, you nice
boyT'
"Oh, that's nothin'." he returned
air;ly. Il got good deal OF money
nowadays
"Where from?"
.Oh. Just aroundw With a cautious
gesture he offered jaw breaker 10
s,t,oh,.u,tch- who snatched II indig-