Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-10
Booth Harrington -

You mean they're upset about msfs
We are all very much upset" re-
turned Margaret, more starch In her
tone. as she remembered not only Pen
rods sunerings. but a duty she had
vowed herself to perform
Margaret. You don't"
Robert. she said firmly and. also.
with a rhetorical complexity which
Robert. for the present can only lock
at IL In one way: when you gave that
money to Penrod you put into the hands
Of an unthinking little child . weapon
his undoing. Boys are not respon-"
But you saw me give him the dollar.
and you didn't"
''RobertT' she checked him with In
creasing severity. Il am only q women
and not accustomed to thinking every
thing out on the spur Of the moment;
but I cannot change my mind. Not
now"
And you think I'd better not come in
tonight?"
Tonight" she gasped Not for
But, Margaret" ne urged plaintivsly.
how can you blame me for
II have net used the word blame"
she interrupted. But must insist that
for your carelessness to-to wreak such
havoc-cannot fail toto lessen my
confidence In your powers Of Judgment
I cannot change my convictions In tlis
matter-tonight-and I cannot remain
here another instant. The poor child
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. Roberts thoughts about
Penrod were wholly unreasonable.
That sincere invalid became convA.
descent 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 approach
ed the Jones neighborhood in high
spirits, pleasantly conscious of his pal
lor. hollow cheeks and other perquisites
or illness provocative of interest.
His heart leaped. In the distance he
saw Marjorie comine-in pink again.
And alone. No Mitchy Mitch was to
mar this meeting.
Penrod increased the feebleness Of
the fence, as II for support.
How do you do. Marjorfef" he said,
In his best sick room voice, a. she
came near.
ceeded on her way. her nose at . cels--
brated elevatfon-an Icy nose
She cut him dead.
He threw his invalid's airs to the
Marjorie" he pleaded. what's the
matter? Are You mad7 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
5oris! I had to have the Doctor
Doctor" She whirled upon him. her
lovely eyes Glazing. II guess we've
had to have the doctor enough at our
house, thanks to you. Mr.. Penrod
Schofeld. Papa says you haven't got
near sense enough to come in out of
the rain, after what you did to poor
little Mitchy Mitch
What"
Yes, and he's sick in bed yetr' Mar.
1orie went on, with undated fury.
And papa says IL he ever catches you
In this part of the town.
Whatd do to Mitchy-lGitchfs
gasped Penrod.
You know well enough what you ala
to Mftchy Mitch" she cried. You rave
him that great. big, nasty two-csnt
piece"
We'll. what Of it?"
Mitchy-Mitch swallowed it," =
What"
And papa says If he ever Just Laws
eyes on you, once. in this neighbor.
But Penrod had started for home.
IN mis- embfttered heart there was in
creasfng critical disapproval of the
Creators methods When He naae
pretty girls. thought Peprod vhv
couldn't He have left out their little
brothersi
tCopyhght, 1917. BY fhe Wheeler syrd,est,. In,