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

forth before suocumbfnE. he tore him>
self free OF Herman and got upon his
feet.
Herman was up as quickly. He leaped
to the wall and seised the garden scythe
that hung there.
I'm 60. e cut you, sis.ud out he
Rupe Collins had never run from
anybody Except his father) IN his life:
he was not q coward: but the present
situation was very. very unusual He
dition. and yet Herman and verman
seemed discontented with their work.
Verman was swinging the grass-cutter
about for new charge, apparently
had made q quite definite statement
about what he intended to do with the
scythe.
Rupe paused but for an extremely
condensed survey Of the horrible ad-
vance of the brothers, and then. utter
out Of the stable and up the alley at n
speed he had never before attained, SO
that even Dan had hard work to keep
within barking distance. And q cross
ing Verman and Herman in pursuit. tho
latter waving his scythe overhead. Mr..
Collins slackened not his gait. but
rather. out Of great anguish. increased
it: the while rapidly developing pur-
pose became firm in his mind-and ever
after so remained-not only to desist
from visiting that neighborhood. but
never by any chance to como within q
mile of IL.
From the alley door Penrod and Sar,
watched the flight and were without
words. When the pursuit rounded the
corner. the two looked wanly at each
other. but neither spoke until tho re-
turn of the brothers from the chase
Herman and verman came back.
laughing and chuckling.
'Hiyi" cackIed Herman to verman az
they came. See at ole boy rum
Who-ee" Verman shouted in ecstasy.
New did see boy run SO fas'" Her
man continued, tossing the scythe into
the wheelbarrow. Il bet he home In bed
by ISIS time"
Penrod looked dazedly from Herman
and back again. So did Sam Williams
Herman" said Penrod in a weak
voice. you wouldn't honest Of cut his
gizzard out. would your"
Who? Me? don't know. He mighty
mean ole boy" Herman shook his head
gravely and then. observing that YER
merriment. Joined laughter with his
brother. -Sho! / guess Tuz dess talkum
whens said at! Reckon he thought
] meant 1t. I'm de way he tuck an run.
bad man! No. sub. I uz dess talkum.
'cauze I new would cut nobody! I aim
irwin to git In no jail-no. subj"
Penrod looked at the scythe: he look-
ed at Herman. He looked at the lawn
mower. and he looked at Verman. Then
he looked out in the yard at tho rake
So did Sam Williams.
Come on, Verman," said Herman.
I'VE amt got at stove-wood r supper
yet"
Giggling reminiscently. tho brothers
disappeared. leaving silence behind
them in the carriage house. Penrod and
Sam retired slowly into the shadowy
interior, each glancing, now and then.
with preoccupied air, at the open,
noon sunshine was growing rudy.
Finally. still without either having
made any effort at conversation. they
went out into the yard and stood. con.
tinuing their silence.
Well" said Sam at last, IT guess its
time better be getting home. So long;
Penrod"
$50 long. Sam" said Penrod. feebly.
With a solemn gaze he watched his
friend out OF sight. Then he went
slowly into the house. and after an In
terval occupied in a unique manner ap-
peared in the library. holding a pair Of
brilliantly cleaning shoes in his hand
Mr.. Schofield. reading the evening pa
per. glanced frowningly over 1t at his
offspring.
Look. papa" said Penrod. "I found
your shoes where you'd taken 'em OF
in your room to put on your slippers
and they were all dusty. So took 'em
out on the back porch and gave 'ern
q good blacking. They shine up fine
don't they?"
the startled Mr.. Schofield.
Penrod was zigzagging back to nor
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(copyr1Eht. 1914, By the Wheeler Syndicate. Inc !