Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-17

Ssh" said Mrs. schofeld. ut does
seem a kind of frenzy"
what are you sh-ing me for?" de-
manded Mr.. Schofeld. explosively.
Kinosling. the new rector of st. Jo-
seph's."
"Where?"
Ssh. On the front porch with Mar
garet: he's going to stay for dinner. !
think Margaret likes him; hes so diff
ferent, too. It's the third time he's
dropped in this week. and i"
Well, said Mr.. Schoffeld. srimly. IF
you and Margaret want him to come
Penrod."
But he's asked to see him: he seems
interested in meeting all the family.
And Penrod nearly always behaves
fairly well at table" She paused. and
then put to her husband a question
referring to his interview with Penrod
upstairs. Did you-did you-do it,"
NO, he answered, gloomily. NO, 1
didn't. but" He was Interrupted
by a violent crash of china and metal
the cook, and the outrageous voice of
Penrod. The well informed Della, ILL
inspired to set up for a wit, had VEN
tured to address the scion of the house
roguishly as little gentleman" and
Penrod, by means of the rapid elevation
OF his right foot. had removed from
her supporting hands laden tray. Both
parents started for the kitchen, Mr..
Schofield completing his interrupted
sentence on the way.
But I will, now
The rite thus promised was hastily but
accurately performed in that apart
ment most distant from the front porch.
and twenty minutes later Penrod de-
scended to dinner.
Scorched but not bowed. the smolder-
ing Penrod was led forward for the So
cial formulate. The punishment just
undergone had but made his naughty
and unyielding soul the more stalwart
in revolt; he was unconquered. Every
time the one intolerable insult had been
offered him, his resentment had become
the hotter, his vengeance the more in
slant and furious. And, still burning
with outrage. but upheld by the con-
viction of right, he was determined to
continue to the last drop of his blood
the defense of his honor. whenever it
should be assailed and no matter how
powerful or august the forces that at
tackled it.
During the brief ceremony of presen-
tation his usually inscrutable counte-
nance wore an expression interpreted
by his father as one of insane obsti-
macy. while Mrs. Schof1eld found it an
incentive to inward prayer. The fine
graciousness of Mr.. Kinosling, how
ever. was unimpaired by the glare of
virulent suspicion given him by this
little brother He patted Penrod upon
the head. which was, for many reasons,
in no condition to be patted with any
pleasure to the pattee. Penrod felt
himself in the presence of new en-
envy.
How do you do. my little lad?" said
Mr.. Kinosling. II trust we shall be-
come fast friends"
To the ear of his little lad it seemed
he said. "a frost we shall bick-home
fawst frainds" Mr.. Kinosling's pro-
nunciation was, in fact, slightly pre-
cious: and the little lad, simply mis-
taking it for some cryptic form Of
mockery of himself, assumed a manner
and expression which argued so i'll for
the proposed friendship that Mrs. Scho-
field hastily interposed the suggestion
of dinner. and the small procession
went in to the dining room.
1T has been delicious day" said Mr..
Kinosling, presently, warm, but
balmy." With benevolent smile he
addressed Penrod. who sat opposite
him. Il suppose, little gentleman. you
have been INDUCING in the usual out
door sports of vacation?"
Penrod laid down his fork and glared,
open-mouthed, at Mr.. Kinosling
you'll have another slice of breast
of the chicken" Mr. Schoficld inquired,
loudly and quickly.
"a lovely day." exclaimed Margaret,
with equal rromptitude and emphasis
Lovely. oh. lovely. Lovely"
Beautiful. beautiful. beautiful" said
Mrs. Schofield. yes. beautiful. beauti-
full. beautiful, beautiful. beautiful,
beautiful"
Penrod closed his mouth and sank
back in his chair-and his relatives
took breath.
Mr.. Kinosling looked pleased This