Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-08

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old dog, could chase . much
H4U bigger dog out of the Scho-
e. fields yard and far down the
street. This might be thought to in
dictate unusual valor on the part OF
Duke and cowardice on that of the
bigger dogs whom he undoubtedly put
o. to rout. On the contrary. all such
fights were founded in mere supersti-
ton, for dogs are even more supersti-
tious than boys and colored people; and
the most firmly established of all dos
superstitions is that any dog-be he
the smallest and feeblest in the world
can whip any trespasser whatsoever.
Penrod Schof1eld understood these
matters perfectly; he knew that the
gaunt brown hound Duke chased up
the alley had fed only out of defer
ence to a custom: yet Penrod could not
refrain from Dragging of Duke to the
hounds owner. a fat-faced stranger
Of twelve or thirteen, who had wan
dered into the neighborhood.
you better keep that ole yellow dog
o. yours back" said Penrod, orninous-
ly, as he climbed the fence. You bet
ter catch him and hold him till I get
mine inside the yard again. Dukes
chewed up some pretty bad bulldogs
around here"
The fat-faced boy gave Penrod a
fishy stare. You'd oughta learn him
not to do that" he said "tn make
.whatll make Duke sick?" Penrod
demanded
''Eatin' dead bulldogs people leave
layin' around here"
Resentment lost itself in admiration.
Hastily committing the gem to mem
DRY for use upon a dog-owning friend,
Penrod inquired in a sociable tone:
Whats your dogs name?'
Dan. You better call your ole pup.
cause Dan eats live dogs"
Dams actions poorly supported his
masters assertion, for. upon Dukes
ceasing to bark, Dan rose and showed
the most courteous interest In making
the little, old dogs acquaintance. Dan
had a great deal of manner, and 1t be-
came plain that Duke was impressed
favorably in spite of former prejudice.
SO that presently the two trotted
amicably back to their masters and
sat down with the harmonious but in
different air of having known each
other amicably for years.
Both boys looked at them, reflective
". for a time. 1t was Penrod who
spoke first.
What number you go to-"
Third" returned the fat-faced boy
"I got 'em all scared in that school,"
What off" innocently asked Penrod
to whom "the third"-in a distant part
of town-was undiscovered country.
What of? I guess you'll soon see
what of it you ever was in that school
about one day. You'd be lucky If you
got out alive"'
Are the teachers mean?"
The other boy frowned with bitter
scorn. Teachers, Teachers don't or
der me around. I can tell you, They're
mighty careful how they try to run
over Rupe Collins"
who's Rupe Collins?"
who is he?" echoed the fat-faced boy
incredulously. Say. wouldn't you be
just as happy II you had some sense%'
look he lifted to the impressive
stranger, was meek and placative.
"Rupe Collins is the principal at your
The other yelled with jeering laugh
ter, then suddenly showed turbulence.
"Say, DO, whyn't you learn enough to
go in the house when it rains? What's
the matter of you. anyhow"
Well" urged Penrod timidly, no
1 got a right to think he's the princi-
pal. haven't IT,
The fat-faced boy shook his head dis
gustedly. Honest. you make me sick.'
Penrod's expression became one or
despair. We'll, who is he?" he cried.
"'who is her" Knocked the other.
with a scorn that withered. "eWho is
OH Penrod was Inundated but re-
neved. "Rupe Collins is your name.
then, guess. I kind of thought it was
all the time"
The fat-faced boy still appeared en-
Filtered, burlesquing this speech In
hateful falsetto. "Rupe Collins Is
your name. then. I guess! Oh. you