Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-01
CHAPTER v.

Penrod was out in the yard. staring
at the empty marquee. The sun was
on the horizon line. and western win
dow of the house blazed in gold un-
bearable to the eye. His day was near
" over. He sighed and took from the
inside pocket OF his new jacket the
sling shot Aunt Sarah Grim had given
him that morning.
He snapped the rubbers absently.
They held fast. and his next impulse
was entirely irresistible. He found .
shapely stone, ftted IL TO the leather,
and drew back the ancient catapult for
a shot. sparrow hoped upon n
branch between him and the house. and
he aimed at the sparrow. but the re-
Election from the dazzling window
struck in his eyes he loosed the
leather.
He missed the sparrow. but not the
window There was loud crash. and.
to his horror, he caught a glimpse OF
his father. stricken in midshaying.
ducking a shower of broken glass. gilt
tering razor fourishine wildly.
Penrod stood petrifed. broken sling
in his hand. He could hear his parents
slant and furious: and. then. red hot
above white lather. Mr.. Schofield burst
out Of the kitchen door and hurtled
forth upon his son.
What do you mean" he demanded.
shaking Penrod by the shoulder. Ten
minutes ago. for the very first time in
our lives. your mother and ! were say
ing We were proud of yAu. and here you
go and throw a rock at me through the
window when I'm shaving for dinner
Il didn't" Penrod quavered Il was
shooting at a sparrow. and the sun got
in my eyes. and the sling BROKE
What sling"
"This'n.'
'Where'd yop get that deviiish thing?
Don't you know I've forbidden you
TT aint mine" said Penrod IT'S
yours
What"
Yes. sir" said the boy meekly. Aunt
Sarah Grim gave IL TO me this morning
and told me to give il back TO you. She
said she took IL away from you thirty
FIVE years ago. You killed her hen. she
said. She told me some more to tell
you. but I've forgotten
oh" said Mr.. Schofeld.
He took the broken sling in his hand.
looked at il long and thoughtfully: then
he looked longer. and quite thought
fully at Penrod Then he turned away
and started back toward the house.
I'm sorry. papa" said Penrod
Mr.. Schofield coughed. and. as he
reached the door. called back. but with.
out turning his head:
Never mind. little bI broken
window isn't much harm.
When he had gone in. Penrod wan
dered down the yard to the back fence.
climbed upon il. and sat in reverie
there.
4 slight figure appeared likewise
upon a fence, beyond two neighboring
yards.
way. Penrod." called comrade Sam
Williams.
"Yay" returned Penrod necha nically.
Il caught Billy Blue HILL" shouted
Sam. describing retribution in a man
ner perfectly clenr to his friend. You
mig 1ncEy n of IL "
II know that"
You wouldn't of. if it hadn't been for
Marjorie
Wen. don't I know that" Penrod
We'll. so long" called SIM. dropping
from his fence. and the friendly voice
came then. more fairtly. Many happy
returns of the day. Penrod.'
sounded from below his feet and. look
ing down, he saw that Duke. his visit
full. little. scragg'y dog. snt in the grass
gazing seekinEly up at him. The last
cious and like a blessing upon the
boy sitting on the fence. Years after
ward quiet sunset would recall to
MIN. sometimes. the gentle evening Of
his twelfth birthday. and hiring him the
picture of his boy-self sitting In rosy
light upon the fence. gazing pensively
down upon his wistfui. srragg'y. little
old dog, Duke. But something else. sur
passing. he would remember OF that
hour. for in the eide street, close by.
pink skirt fickeSed from behind
shade tree to the shelter Of the fence.
There was g eleam Of amber curls. and
Penrod started sometime like tiny
white wing futtered by his head, and
there came TO his ears the sound of n
light laugh and of light footsteps de-
parting. the laughter tremulous, the
footsteps fleet.
In the grass. between Dukes fore
there a W faI AAA =
the shape of a cooked hat. and the sun
sent forth a final amazing glory as Pen.
rod opened 1t and read: Your my
Bow"
by an intimate acquaintance with the
rest of Europe.
WAR ADDRESSES, I8I5-IsIZ. Henry
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tano'S.
Mexico" and War With Germany"
are the first and last of these addresses,
which. as a whole. bear upon the
foreign policy of the United States.
In effect. these addresses constitute Q
critical appraisal of democratic oon.
troll and administration. an appraisal
whose standard of measurement IL the
past history of the country In Its
foreign relations and policies, with
special lines of contrast drawn between
the present political dominance and
that exercised under the tenets of the
republican party. National Defense.
ARMED Merchantmen" American
Rights" together with . general sum-
mary of the peace plans OF the present
administration, supplemented by the
charge of failure on the part OF the
executive to vindicate American rights.
stand as the largest OF the themes un-
der consideration here. The book.
keenly critical piece of political anaiy-
sis, brings the last two disturbed years
of this country before the Judgment
seat of history-before the general po-
litical history of the United states.
and that special chapter of American
strength and progress under many
years of republican direction and con-
troll. The sum of discussion Is spe-
cially fitted for the use of the po-
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set of political principles. since 1t pre-
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present national crisis from the stand.
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