The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1918-03-02

room, when invaded, has a violated
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 I'D
til the surface of its contents-Mr,
Williams winter underwear-lay eX-
posed. Then he fumbled beneath the
garments and drew forth a large OBJ
| ject, displaying it triumphantly to the
satisfactorily d~umfounded Penrod.
1t 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, a d~yspeptic) 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 revolt
vel was ICdi II II was aug
Both boys lived breathlessly through
a magnificent moment.
leave me have it" gasped Penrod.
leave me have hold of it,"
"You wait a minutel' Sam protest
ed, in a whisper. 81 want to show you
how I do"
"No; you let me show you how I
| 10 ~ DonroI ;ncicto6 . opd thauC orIfHAd
for possession.
"Look out !" Sam whispered warl-
ingly. at might go 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 l do:
You be a crook and suppose you got
a dagger, and +"
ST don't want any dagger" Sam pro-
/ tested, advancing. 81 want that re-
| volver. It's my fathers revolaver,
amt it,"
"Well. wait a minute, can't you? l
got a right to show you the way I DO,
| first, haven't I?' Penrod began an I'M
| pro~visation on the spot. "Say I'm COM
in along after dark like this-lcok,
Sam! And say you try to make a
jump at me-"
81 won't!" Sam declined this role
impatiently. 81 guess it amt your faith
er's revolaver, is it?"
swell, it may be your fathers but
it amt yours" Penrod argued, becom-
ing logical. st amt others of us re-
| volaver, so I got as much right"
"You haven't either. It's my faith"
"Watch, can't you-just a minute y
Penrod urged vehemently. I'm not
goin' to keep it, am 1? You can have
it when l get through, can't you?
| Here's how I do: I'm comm along af-
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.
Sim just walkin' along like this, and
first 1 don't see you," continued the ac-
tor. "Then I kind of get a notion
sumpthing wrongs liable to happen, so
L Mop He interrupted himself alb
ruptly. "No; that isn't it. You wouldn't
notice that 1 had my good ole revolaver
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 knickerbockers
at the left side and, buttoning his jack
ct, sustained the weapon in conceal
ment by pressure of his elbow. $50
you think l haven't got any you think
I'm Just q man comm along, and so
you"
Sam advanced. swell, you've had
your turn" he said. 'Now, it's mine.
I'm goin' to show you how /"
"Watch me, can't you?" Penrod
walled. 81 haven't showed you how
do, have I? My goodness! Can't you
watch me a minute?'
81 have been! You said yourself it'd
be my turn soon as you"
"My goodness! Let me have a
chance, can't your" Penrod retreated
to the wall, turning his right side to-
ward Sam and keeping the revolver
still protected under his coat. II got
to have my turn first, haven't ~
"Well, yours is over long ago."
at isn't either! L"
Anyway said Sam decidedly,
clutching him by the right shoulder
and ~endeavoring to reach his left side
ANYWAY, I'm goin' to have it now
"You said 1 could have my turn
out! - Penrod, carried away by indig'
nation, raised his voice.
ST did not!" Sam, likewise lost to
caution, asserted his denial loudly.
"You did, too"
"You said"
81 never said anything!"
"You said Quit that"
"Boysi" Mrs. Williams, Sans moth
err, opened the door of the room anc
stood upon the threshold. The scuf'
fling of Sam and Penrod ceased In
stantly, and they stood hushed ant
stricken, while fear fell upon them