News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-08-25
wagging out to greet Elm and retired

caldron, though from neighboring
yard could be heard the voices of com.
rades, including that OF Sam Williams.
On the ground about the caidron were
scattered chips and sticks and bits Of
wood to the number Of a great multi
tude. Penrod mixed quantities of this
refuse into the tar and interested him
self in seeing how much Of it he could
keep moving IN slow swirls upon the
eDon surfaca
Other surprises were arranged for
the absent werkmen. The caldron was
almost full and the surface Of the tar
near the rim. Penrod endeavored to
ascertain how many pebbles and brick
bats dropped hi would cause an over
flow. Laboging heartily to this end,
he had almost accomplished it when
| he received the suggestion for ans ex-
| pertinent on much larger scale. EN-
bedded at the corner of grass plot
across the street was u whitewashed
stone the size Of a small watermelon
and serving no purpose whatever save
| the questionable one of decoration. 1t
was easily pried up with a stick.
though getting 1t to the caldron tested
the full strength of the ardent laborer.
Instructed to perform such task, he
would have sincerely maintained Its
impossibilfty. but now. as it was unbid-
den and promised rather destructive
results. he set about 1t with uncOn
querable energy, feeling certain that
he would be rewarded with mighty
splash. Perspiring. grunting vehem-
emily, his back aching and all muscles
strained, he progressed ia short stages
until the big stone lay at the base of
the caldron. He rested moment,
painting. then lifted the stone and was
bending his shoulders for the heave
that would lift 1t over the rim when a
sweet, haunting voice close behind him
startled him cruelty.
How do you do. little gentleman"
Penrod sqWawlzed, dropped the stone
and shouted. shut up, you dern fool"
purely from instinct, even before his
about face made him aware who had
so spitefully addressed him.
1t was Marjorie Jones. Always dain-
ty, and prettily dressed. she was in
speckless and starchy white today, and
a refreshing picture she made. with
the new sh0rn and powerfully scented
Mitchy Mitch clinging to her hand.
They had stolen up behind the toiler
and now stood laughing together in
sweet merriment. Since the passing
of Periods Rupe Collins period he had
experienced some severe qualms at the
recollection of his last meeting with
Marjorie and his Apache behavior-in
truth, his heart instantly became as
wax at sight of her and he would have
offered her fair speech. But. alas, In
Marjorie's wonderful eyes there shone
a consciousness Of new powers for his
undoing. ana she denied him oppor-
tunity!
"Oh. obi" she cried. mocking his
panied cutlery. What a way for a
little gentleman to talk. Little gentle
hen don't say wicked
"Marjorie!" Penrod. enraged and dis
mayed. felt himself stung beyond all
endurance. Insult from her was bitter
er to endure than from any other.
Don't you call me that again"
"Why not, little gentleman?"
He stamped his foot. "You better
stopw
Marjorie sent into his furious face
her lovely, spiteful laughter
Little gentleman, little gentleman,
Nttle gentleman she said deliberately.
'How's the little gentleman this after
noon? Hello. little gentlemanv'
Penrod, quite beside himself, danced |
DRY up3' he howled.
DRY up, dry up, dry up, dry upr'
Mitchy-Mitch shouted with delight |
md appliedsa finger to the side of the
caldron-a finger Immediately snatch
I'd away and wiped upon handker-
thief by his fastidious sister.
little geilamun" said Mitchy-
Mitch.
You better look outr' Penrod whirl-
I'd upon this small offender with grim
Here was ut least some
hing male that could without dishon-
- NC iCSpOuolDiC. 1Ou ihit |
lgafn and I'll give you the worst
You will not" snapped Marjorie, in
;tantly vitriolic. Hell say just what
ever he wants to- and he'll say it just
Is much as he wants to. Say it
lgain, Mitchy-Mitchr'
little gellamun!' said Mitchy-Mitch
"Ow-yahr' Penrod's tone production
vas becoming affected by his mental
condition. You say that again and
n"-
go on, Mitehy- Mitch" cried Mario
ie. HE can't do a thing. He don't
are! Say it some more. Mitchy-Mitch
SAY it whole loty
Aitchy- Mitch, with his small, fat face
Inning with confidence in his immu-
ity, complied
little gellamun!' he squeaked ma
a" little gellamun! little
ellamunl little gellamunr'
The desperate Penrod bent over the
rock, lifted it and then
Porthos. John Ridd and Ur-
Us in one miraculous burst of strength