The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-09-16
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tCONliNOED rROM LAol EEhJ
Miss Schofield stamped heartily upon
the musical floor.
"It's Peprod," she explained. THE
lattice at the end of the porch is loose
and he crawls under and comes out all
bugs. He's been having dreadful
singing fit lately-running away to pi
ture shows and vaudeville, suppose
Mr.. Robert Williams looked upon her
yearningly. He touched thrilling
chord on his guitar and leaned neare
"But you said you have missed me
he began. "I"-
The voice Of Penrod drowned all OIL
err sounds.
$1,000 rem-mem-bur whi-i-ilst you're
young,
That the da-a-ys to you will come
When you're o-o-old and only in the way.
Do not soon at them because
"Penrodp' Miss Schofield stamped
again.
"You did say you'd missed me-" said
Mr.. Robert Williams, Selling hurried
= ly upon the silence. Didn't you say
A livelier tune rose upward.
"Oh. you talk about your fascinating
beauties,
OF your dem-o-zells, your bellies
But the littil dame l met while In the
city.
She's par excellaws the queen OF all
the swels.
She's sweeter far
Margaret rose and jumped up and
down repeatedly in well calculated
area, whereupon the voice OF Penrod
cried chokc1ly, "Quit that" and there
were sub, .rranean coughings and
sneezings.
you want to choke person to
death?' he inquired severely, appear
ing at the end Of the porch. cobweb
upon his brow. And, continuing. he
put into practice newly acquired
phrase, "You better learn to be more
considerick of other peoples comfort.
Slowly and grievedly he withdrew.
passed to the sunny side of the house,
reclined I'm the warm grass beside his
wistful Duke and presently sang again.
.she's sweeter far than the flower
named her after.
And the memery of her smile IL hauf
me yet!
When in after years the moon is softly
beamun'
And at eve smell the smell OF mignoh-
cite
will re-CALk that
"Pen-rodr'
Mr.. Schofield appeared at an open
window upstairs, book in his hand
stop it." he commanded. cant l
stay home with headache one morn
ing from the office without having 10
listen to- never did hear sueh
squawkingw He retired from the win
dow, having too impulsively called
upon his maker. Penrod. shocked and
Injured. entered the house, but pres
emily his voice was again audible as
far as the front porch. He was holdlhe
converse with his mother. somewhere
In the interior.
"Well. what of It? Sam Williams
told me his mother said II Bob ever
did think of getting married TO MAT
garet, his mother said she'd Ike TO
know what In the name O. goodness
they expect to-
Bang! Margaret thought 1t better 10
close the front door.
The next minute Penrod opened IT,
II suppose you want the whole family
to get a sunstroke." he said reproving-
ly. "Keepin' every breath of air out o
the house on a day like this
And he sat down implacably In the
doorway.
The serious poet'v Of all langua ges
has omitted the little brother, ana YET
he Is one Of the great trials OF love-
the immemorial burden OF courtshlp.
Tragedy should have found place iof
him, but he has been left to the nap
hazard vignettist of Grub street. lie
is the grave and real menace OF lovers
His head is sacred and terrible, his
power illimitable. There is one way
only one-to deal with him, but Roper.
Williams. having brother OF fenroo >
age, understood that way.
Robert had 81 in the world. He gave
Il to Penrod Immediately.