The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-09-23

II shall always believe in mustard plas-
ters-mustard plasters and hot wa.
ter bags
practice"
"Of course didn't know what he'd
do with the dollar" said Robert.
She did not reply.
He began plaintively, Margaret. you
DON'T
1--WE never seen papa and mamma
30 upset about anything" she said
rather primly.
"You mean they're upset about me?''
we are all very much upset" re-
Nened Margaret. more starch In her
tone as she remembered not only Pen
rods sufferings. but a duty she had
vowed herself to perform.
Margaret! You DON'T
Robert" she said firmly and. also,
with a rhetorical completely which
breeds a suspicion of rehearsal; Rob
ert, for the present ! can only look at
1t in one way-when you gave that
money to Penrod you put into the
hands of an unthinking little child a
weapon which might be. and. indeed.
was. the means of his undoing. Boys
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 wom-
an and not accustomed to thinking ev-
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 tonightY'
"Tonightv' she gasped. mot for
weeks! Papa would
But Margaret" he urged plaintively.
how can you blame me for
II have not used the word blame, ="
she interrupted. "But I must insist
that for your carelessness toto wreak
such havoc-cannot fail toto lessen
my confidence In your powers Of judy
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
crime-and upon Penrod.
That sincere invalid became conva-
lescent upon the third day. and a week
elapsed, then, before he found an OPP
portunity to leave the house unaccom-
panied-save by Duke. But at last he
set forth and approached the Jones
neighborhood in high spirits, pleasant
ly conscious of his pallor, hollow
cheeks and other perquisites of Illness
provocative of interest.
One thought troubled him little be-
cause it gave him sense Of inferiority
will, that Maurice Levy could have
successfully eaten chocolate creams,
licorice sticks. lemon drops. jaw break
ers, peanuts. waflles. lobster croquettes.
sardines. cinnamon drops. watermelon.
pickles. popcorn, ice cream and sausage
with raspberry lemonade and cider.
Penrod had admitted to himself that
Maurice could do 1t and afterward at
tend to business or pleasure without
the slightest discomfort. and this was
probably no more than fair estimate
of one Of the great constitutions Of all
time AS digester, Maurice Levy
would have disappointed a Borgia.
Fortunately. Maurice was still at At
lantic City. and now the convalescents
heart leaped. In the distance he saw
Marjorie coming-in pink again, with
ravlshing 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. Marjorie?" he said
In his best sickroom voice as she came
near
To his panied amazement she pro-
ceeded on her way, her nose at 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! had to have the DOCTOR
Doctor She whirled upon him,
her lovely eyes blazing. Il guess we've