Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-10
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0 VACATION time warmed the
NJ young Of the world to pleas
w ant languor: 1t was q day ike
a/brightly colored picture in
child's fairy story. Miss Margaret Scho-
Held, aged nineteen. reclining in ham,
mock upon the front porch. was beautiful
in the eyes of a newly made senior. well
favored and in fair raiment beside her.
A guitar rested lightly upon his knee,
and he was trying to playa matter OF
some difficulty. as the floor Of the porch
also seemed inclined to be musical.
From directly under his feet came
voice of song. shril1 and loud and pierc-
ing. dwelling upon each syllable with
incomprehensible reluctance to leave IT,
81 hav. land, and earthly pow-wur
ia give all for q now-wur. :,
Whilst setting at my-y-y dear old mother .
5000 rem-mem bur whilst you're young-''
ats Penrod," she explained. abiding
to her boy brother. 1.-The lattice at the
end Of the porch is loose and he craw AVIS
been having dreadful singing mt
lately"
Mr.. Robert Williams looked upon her
yearningly. He touched a thrilling
But you said you have missed me-" he
began. ;. -. voice ., psnroa drowned
all other sounds.
10000 re-mem-bur, whi-f-ilst you're young,
That the days to you will come.
When you're o-o-o1d and only in the way.
Do not scott at them bee-cause@
"Penrod!' Mss schofeld stamped
you did say you'd miss me-" said
Mr.. Robert williams. Selling hurriedly
upon the silence. Didn't you say
livelier tune rose upward:
s-oh. you talk about your fascinating beauties
or your dam-o-sells your bellies; ,
But the it'll dame 1 met when in the city.
She's par eIcellaws the queen OF all the
She's sweeter far"
Margaret rose and jumped up and
repeatedly in a well calculated area,
chokediy. "ouit that" and there were
subterranean coughings and sneezings.
you want to choke a person to
death?" he inquired severely. appearing
his brow. Slowly and grievedly he
withdrew, passed to the sunny side of
the house, reclined in the warm grass
beside his wistful dog Duke and pres
emily, sang again:
s.she's sweeter far than the flower named her
And the memery Of her smile it haunts me
When in after years the moon is softly beamun',
And at eve I smell Of mignonette.
will recall that
"Pen-rod" Mr. Schofield appeared at
an open window upstairs, book in
his hand.
stop itw he commanded. Cant I
stay at home with a headache one
morning from the office without having
to listen to- never did hear such
squawking" He retired from the win
dow. having too impulsively called
upon his Maker.
Penrod, shocked and injured, entered
the house, but presently his voice was
again audible as far as the front porch.
He was holding converse with his
'Weil, what Of it7 Sam Williams told
me his mother said II Bob ever did
think of getting married to Margaret.
his mother said she'd like to know
what in the name o. goodness they're
goin' to live on. Sam says" Bang!
Margaret thought it better to close the
front door.
The next minute Penrod opened 1T.
And he sat down implacably in the
doorway.
The serious poetry Of all languages
has omitted the little brother: and
yet he is one of the great trials of
1ove-the immemoria1 burden of court
ship. There Is one way-on1y one, to
deal with him-but Robert Williams,
having brother of Penrod's age, un-
derstood that way.