The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-09-30

tcally, as he climbed the fence. "Wel
give our dogs little live meat-'bow
At the dinner table that evening Pen
rod surprised his family by remarkint
In voice they had never heard hin
attempt-a lawgiving voice Of interna
tional gruffness:
ANY man that's maxim a hundert
dollars a month is maxim good money
"What?" asked Mr.. Schofield, staring
for the previous conversation had con
cerned the illness Of an infant relative
In Council Bluffs.
ANY man that's maxim a hunderd
dollars month is maxim good money
"What is he talking aboutr' Marga
ret appealed to the Invisible.
WELL" said Penrod, frowning, that's
what foremen at the ladder works get >
How In the world do you known
asked bis mother.
We'll, know It A hunderd dollars
a month is good money, l tell you'll"
swell, what Of it?" said the father
impatiently.
"Nothin'. I only said 1t was good
money"
MIR. Schofield shook his head, dismiss.
ing the subject; and here he made q
mistake; he should have followed up
his sons singular contribution to the
conversation.
( That would have plainly revealed
the fact that there was a certain
Rupe Collins whose father was fore.
man at the ladder works. All clews are
important when boy makes his first
remark In a new key.
GOOD money!" repeated Margaret
curiously. what is good money"
Penrod turned upon her stern
glance. Say. wouldn't you be just as
happy If you had some senseT"
"Penrodv' shouted his father. But
Penrod's mother gazed with dismay at
her son; be had never before spoken
like that to bis sister.
Mrs. Schofield might have been more
dismayed than she was If she had re-
allied that 1t was the beginning of an
epoch. After dinner Penrod was
slightly scalde6 In the back as a re-
suit Of telling Della, the cook, that
there was a wart on the middle finger
Of her right hand Della thus proving
poor material for his new manner to
work upon. he approached Duke in the
back yard. and. bending double, seized
the lowly animal by the forepaws.
II let you know my names Penrod
Schofeld," Kissed the boy. He pro
truded his underlip ferociously. scowl-
ed and thrust forward his head until
his nose touched the dogs. "And you
better look out when Penrod Soho
fields around. or you'll get In big
trouble! You understan' that. boz"
The next lay. and the next. the in
creasing change In Penrod puzzled and
distressed his family, who had no idea
Of its source. How might they guess
that hero worship takes such forms
They were vaguely conscious that a
rather shabby boy, not Of the neigh
borhood. came to play" with Penrod
several times, but they failed to con-
meet this circumstance with the pc
culiar behavior Of the son Of the house.
whose ideals this father remarked,
seemed to have suddenly become
Identical with those of Gyp the Blood
CHAPTER XIV.
The lmitator.
Ar EANWHILE, for Penrod him
self, life had taken on new
meaning, new richness" He
had become fighting man
In conversation at least do you want
to know how l do when they try to
slip up on me from behindY" he asked
Della. And he enacted for her un-
appreciative eye scene Of fistic ma,
neuvers wherein he held an imaginary
antagonist helpless in net Of strata
gems.
Frequently. when he was alone, be
would outwit and pummel this same
enemy, and, after cunning feint,
land a dolorous stroke full upon face
Of air. THERE! l guess you'll know
better next time. That's the way we
do up at the Third"
Sometimes In solitary pantomime be
encountered more than one opponent
at time. for numbers were apt to
come upon him treacherously, especial
ly at a little after his rising hour,
when he might be caught at a disad-
vantage-perhaps standing on one leg
to incase the other in bis knicker'
bockers. Like lightning be would
hurl the trapping garment from him.
and. ducking and pivoting. deal great
sweeping blows among the circle OF
sneaking devils. THAT was how he
broke the clock In his bedroom) And
while these battles were occupying bis
attention, II was a waste Of voice to
call him to breakfast though II bis
mother, losing patience, came to bis
room. she would find him seated on
the bed pulling at stocking We'll
amt coming as fast as can"
At the table and about the house
generally he was bumptious, loud with
fatuous misinformation and assumed
Il domineering tone, which neither
satire nor reproof seemed able to re
duce, but 1t was among his own In
Inmates that his new superiority was
most outrageous. He twisted the
fingers and squeezed the necks OF al
the boys of the neighborhood. meeting
their indignation with a hoarse and
rasping laugh he had acquired aftei
short practice In the stable, where be
jeered and tainted the lawnmower
the garden scythe and the wheelbarrow
quite out of countenance.
Ito be continued next week.