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

on better CnduSe IulHu ADOuG
. cigar"
NO. I thank you. I was about to
request the lit"
"Do try one" Margaret urged. "rm
sure papa's are nice ones. Do try
NO. thank you. I remarked a
is In the hallway. 1 was about to re-
I'm get it for sou." said Penrod.
If you will be so good" said Mr..
Kinosling. 1T Is n black bowler hat.
little gentleman, and placed upon a
table in the hall"
Il know where 1t Is"
Penrod entered the door, and a feel
ing of relief. mutually experienced.
three relatives. their interchanged
congratulations that he had recovered
his sanity.
cited that poem entire. He followed
it with The chiidren's Hour" and
after a pause at the close, to allow
his listeners time for a little refec-
hand again over his head and called.
in the direction OF the doorway:
Il believe i will take my hat nows
little gentleman"
Here 1t Is" said Penrod. unexpect-
eddy climbing over the porch railing.
and father and Margaret had sup
posed him to be standing In the hall
way, out of Difference and because he
thought it tactful not to interrupt
bered. later. that this supposed
thoughtfulness on his part struck
them as unnatural
Very good. little gentleman" said
chilled. placed the hat firmly upon his
head. pulling II down as far as ir
would go. 1t had q pleasant warmth.
which he noticed at once The next
peculiar sensation Of the SCALP SEN
sation which he was quite unable to
Lifeline. He lifted his hand to take tho
hat off. and entered upon a strange
cided to remain where IL was. 1t re.
fused to come off-he could not lift it
from his head.
do you like Tennyson as much as
Longfellow, Mr.. Kinosling?" inquired
Margaret.
"ISah-I cannot say" he returned
absently I-ah-each has his own
ugh! flavor and SAVIOR, each his-ah-
ah-"
Struck by a strangeness in his tone.
she peered at him curiously through
the dusk. His outlines were fndistinct.
uplifted in a singular posture. He
seemed to be wrenching at his head.
isis anything the natter" she
asked anxiously. Mr.. Kinoslins. are
Not at-ugh-all." he replied. in the
same odd tone. "I-ah-I believe
ugh" He dropped his hands from his
hat and rose. His manner was slightly
agitated.
II fear I may have taken a trifiine-
ah-cold. I should-ah-perhaps be
ah-better at home. will-ah-say
goodnight"
At the steps he instinctiveIy lifted
ms hand to remove his hat. but did
again. in frigid voice. departed with
visible stiffness from that house. to re.
turn no more.
We'll. Of all" cried MRS Soho.
feld. astounded. What was the mat.
ter? He just went-like that" She
made fiurried gesture. 'In heavens
him."
II" exclaimed Margaret. Indignantly.
Nothing! He just WENT
when he said good-nightw said Mrs,
Schofeld.
Margaret. who had crossed to the
doorway. caught the ghost of a whis.
per behind her. where stood Penrod.
You bet he didn't"
He knew not that he was overheard
A frightful suspicion flashed through
Margarets mind-a suspicion that Mr..
kinosling's hat would have to be either
boiled of or shaved of. With grow
ing horror she recalled Penrod's long
absence when he went to bring the hat.
"Penrod." said Margaret sharply. .Iet
me see your hands!"
She had toiled at those hands her.
self late that afternoon, nearly scaldinR
her own, but at last achieving . lily
purity.
Let me see your hands,"
She seized them.
Again they were tarred.
Copyright, 1914. by the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc