The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-28
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Robert had $1 ill the world He gave # to Penrod immediately.
 EnsIaved forever the new Rockefel-. Ter rose and went foEeh upon the high way, an ovsrdowing heart bursting the Aoodgatea Of song
 ss1n her. eyes the light of love was softly
 So sweatlays
 So neatlays On the banks the moons sor light was
 brightly stresTnula, 5S
 Words of love then spoke to her.
 She was purest of the pcw-er:
 sEAttiI sweetheart do not sigh,
 Do not weep and do( not cry. will build $ 4ittia scottige just for yew- eST-eW and L. z <
 In fairness it must be called to mind that boys older than Penrod have these weIlfngs of pent melody. A wife can never tell when she is to undergo a musical morning and even the golden wedding brings her no security; man of ninety IS liable to bust loose in song any time.
 InvaIids naslrnlzresl pitifuuY as Pen rod came within Hearing, and people trying tb think cursed the day that tseY Were born when he went shriI1ing by His hands in his pockets, his shin-. ing n1Iffed to the sky of une, he passed down the street. singing his way into the hearts deepest hatred of all vjsd heal.d alzla-
 -ezle evslzing was staroyz-iing
 Midst the city of the Dead,
 I viewed where all around me
 Th1ar peaceful graves was spread
 Hut that which touched me mostlay's--
 He had reached his Journey s end, d junk dealers shop, wherein Lay the long desired treasure of his soal-ans accordion which might have possessed high quality of interest for an anti quarlhn, being uestiopably ruin, peautdfh1 in decay and quite beyond the sacrfIegiphs reach of the restorer. But 1t was still able to disgorge sounds. which conld be heard for renarlza- bIe distance In all directions. and is had one rich caidike tone that had gone to 3
 ehro0ss heart He obsa1ned the1ihs.as strdlneta for 2 cents. price long since agreed upon with the junk dealer who falsely claimed loss of proft, Shylock that he was! He had found the wreck in an alley
 With this purchase suspended from his shoulder by faded green cord. Penrod set out in a somewhat home ;Tf ard direction, but not by the route Z he had just travelled, though his motive for the change was not humani tarian. 1t was his desire to display himself thus troubadouring to the gaze of Mar JorIe Jones. Herald1ng his advance by continuous experiments in the music of =the future, he pranced upon his biithesome way the faithful Duke as his heels (It was easier for Duke than 1t would have been for a younger dog. because with advancing age he had be gun to grow a little deaf.l
 Turning the corner nearest to the gIamored mansion of the Joneses, the boy jongIeur came suddenly face to facewith Marjorie and, in the delicious Ssurprise Of the encounter ceased to play, his hands, in agitation, failing from the instrument.
 Bareheadedr the sunshine glorious upon her amber curls, Marjorie was strolIing hand in hand with her baby hnofhers Mitchell four ,years old. She wore pink that -unforgeftab1 pink, with a broad, black patent 1eafh- CT belt shdmmerng reflections dancing upon its surface. How beautiful she wasf How sacred the sweet little baby brother, whose privilege it was to cling to that small hand delicately powdered with freckIes
 Hello, Adar5orfes said Penrod, af-s fecting careiessness
 Hell0l said MarJorfe, with unex- pected cordiaIity. She bent over her baby Brother with notherly affecta- tfons. Say zhoy9dys to fhe genty- nuns, Afftehy- afi ifch she urged sHeet- ly, turning him to face PenTod:
 A XFon'ty' said Mitchy- Mitch, and to emphasize his refusal kicked the gem tymuns upon the shin
 PenTod's feelings underwent instant change, and in the sole occupation Of disltktng Mitchy-Afitch he wasted pre- cious seconds which might have been better employed in phiIosophic consiIs er1tion fof the startling example lust afforded Of how a given law operates throughout the universe in precisely the same manner perpetually. Robert Williams would have understood this easily.
 ~Oh, ohy' Marjorie cried and put Nftchy- Mitch behind her with too much sweetness. Maurice Ieyy,s gone to Atlantic City with his nam ma she remarked converse tionally as if the kicking incident were quite closed.
 That's nothin','' 7 returned Penrod, keeping hisseye uneasily upon AI1tchy- Mitch T know plenty people been better places than that-C Chicago and everywhere''
 There was unconscious fngratftude in his low rating of Atlantic City, for it was largely to the attractions of that resort he owed Miss Jones present at- htude of friendliness. Of course too. she was curious about the accordion 1t would be dastardIy to hint that she had noticed D paper bag which bulgcd the pocket of Penrodss coat, and yet this bag was undeniably conspicuols- land children are very like grown peo- pie sometimes =
 PenEod brought forth the bag, p11r-i