The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1918-02-20

other boys house are trying to the
nerves; and another boys fathers bed
room, when invaded, has violated
sanctity that is almost appalling. Pen
rod felt that something was about to
happen-something much more import
ant than he had anticipated.
Sam tiptoed across the room to q
chest of drawers, and, kneeling, care
fully pulled out the lowest drawer uE-
til the surface of its contents-Mr.
WilliamsT winter Fundamentally ex-
posed. Then he fumbled beneath the
garments and drew forth a large OBJ
tect, displaying it triumphantly to the
satisfactorily dumfounded Penrod.
It was a blue-steel Colts revolver.
Of the heaviest pattern made in the
seventies. Mr.: Williams had inherited
it from Sans grandfather "a small
man. a deacon, dyspeptic) and it was
larger and more horrible than any re-
volver either Of the boys had ever seen
in any picture, moving or stationary
Moreover, greenish bullets of great
size were to be seen in the chambers
Of the cylinder, suggesting massacre
rather than mere murder. This revol-
yer was real and it was loaded!
Both boys lived breathlessly through
q magnificent moment.
leave me have it," gasped Penrod.
Leave me have hold of It'll"
"You wait a minute!" Sam protest
ed, in a whisper. II want to show you
how do"
mo; you let me show you how I
do!' Penrod insisted; and they scufled
for possession.
"Look opt!" Sam whispered warn
ingly. 1T might 60 off,"
"Then you better leave me have itr'
And Penrod victorious and flushed,
stepped back. the weapon in his grasp.
"Here," he said, "this is the way do:
You be a crook; and suppose you got
O dagger, and T."
II don't want any dagger" Sam pro-
tested, advancing. II want that re-
volver. It's my fathers revolaver,
amt itr'
swell, wait q minute, can't you3 I
got a right to show you the way do.
first, haven't II" Penrod began an i'm
provisation on the spot. "Say I'm COM
In along after dark like this-look.
Sam! And say you try to make a
Jump at me"
II WON'T" Sam declined this role
lmpatiently. II guess It amt your faith
er's REVOLVER. is it?''
"well. it may be your fathers but
It amt yours" Penrod argued, becom-
ing logical. ut ain't others Of us re-
volaver, SO I got as much right"
"You haven't either. It's my faith"
swatch, can't you-just a minute T.
Penrod urged vehemently. I'm not
goin' to keep 1t, am II You can have
1t when I get through, can't you!
Here's how do: I'm comm along at
ter dark, Just walkin' along this way
like this-loOk, SAM"
Penrod, suiting the action to the
word, walked to the other end of the
room, swinging the revolver at his side
with affected carelessness.
I'm just waikiki along like this, and
frst don't see you," continued the &C.
tor. "Then 1 kind Of get notion
sumpthing wrongs liable to happen, SO
r No." He interrupted himself alb
ruptly. mo; that isn't it. You wouldn't
notice that had my good ole revolaveI
with me. You wouldn't think l had
one, because it'd be under my coat like
this, and you wouldn't see it" Pen
rod stuck the muzzle Of the pistol into
the waistband of his knickerbOckerf
at the left side and, buttoning his jack.
ct, sustained the weapon in conceal
ment by pressure Of his elbow. "Sc
you think I haven't got any; you think
I'm just a man comm along, and SC
you"
Sam advanced. swell, you've had
your turn" he said. snow, it's mine
I'm goin' to show you how +"
"Watch me, can't you" Penroo
walled. 81 haven't showed you how
do, have I? My goodness! Can't you
watch me minute?"
II have been! You said yourself ito
| be my turn soon as you"
my goodness! Let me have 9
chance, can't you?" Penrod retreatee
to the wall, turning his right side to
ward Sam and keeping the revolver
still protected under his coat. Il go
to have my turn first, haven't r.
'Well, yours is over long ago."
1T isn't either! T."
Anyway" said Sam decidedly
clutching him by the right shoulder
and endeavoring to reach his left side
ANYWAY, I'm goin' to have 1t now
"You said could have my turf
out! Penrod, carried away by indig
nation, raised his voice.
II did not!" Sam, likewise lost Il
caution, asserted his denial loudly.
"You did, too"
"You said"
II never said anything!"
"You said Quit that"
'"Boys!" Mrs. Williams, Sans moth
er. opened the door of the room ant
stood upon the threshold. The scuf
fling of Sam and Penrod ceased IN
stantly, and they stood hushed ans
stricken, while fear fell upon them