The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1918-02-21

1T sounded like 1t. What was the
matter7"
Both boys returned her curious
glance with meekness. They were sum-
moning their faculties-which were
needed. Indeed, these are the crises
which prepare a boy for the business
difficulties Of his later life. Penrod.
with the huge weapon beneath his
jacket, insecurity supported by an ell.
bow and by q waistband which he In
stantly began to distrust, experienced
distressful sensations similar to those
OF the owner Of too heavily insured
property carrying a gasoline can under
his overcoat and detained for CONVEX.
sation by a policeman. And II in the
coming years, 1t was to be Periods lot
to find himself in that precise situa-
ton, no doubt he would be the better
prepared for It on account Of this pres
ent afternoons experience under the
scalding eye Of Mrs. Williams. It
should be added that Mrs. Williams
eye was awful to the Imagination only.
It was q gentle eye and but mildly
curious, having no remote suspicion
Of the dreadful truth, for Sam had
backed upon the chest Of drawers and
closed the damnatory open one with
the calves Of his legs.
Sam, not bearing the fatal evidence
upon his person, was in better state
than Penrod, though when boys fall
into the stiffness now assumed by
these two, it should be understood that
they are suffering. Penrod, in fact,
was the prey to apprehension SO keen
that the actral pit Of his stomach was
cold.
Being the actual custodian Of the
crime. he understood that his case was
several degrees more serious than that
Of Sam, who, in the event Of detection,
would be convicted as only an acces-
sorry. It was a lesson, and Penrod al
ready repented his selfishness in not
allowing Sam to show how he did. first.
"You're sure you weren't quarrel
ing, Sam2" said Mrs. Williams.
mo, ma'an; we were just talking"
"Tm glad you weren't quarreling,"
said Mrs. Williams, treasured by this
reply, which though somewhat baf-
fling. was thoroughly familiar to her
ear. snow, If you'll come downstairs
I'll give you each one cookie and no
more, SO your appetites won't be spoil.
ed for your dinners"
She stood, evidently expecting them
to precede her. To linger might renew
vague suspicion, causing it to become
more definite; ana boys preserve them
selves from moment to moment, not OIL
ten attempting to secure the iutufe'
Consequently, the apprehensive Sam
and the unfortunate Penrod with the
monstrous implement bulking agalhs.
his ribs) walked out of the room ana
down the stairs, their countenances H.
dicating an interior condition OF SOL
emnitv. And a curious shade of be-
haytor might have here interested
criminologist. Penrod endeavored 70
keen as close to Sam as possible. IKE
lonely person seeking company,
while, on the other hand, Sam kept
moving away from Penrod, seeming 10
desire an appearance OF aioofness'
"Go into the library, boys" said MRS.
Williams, as the three reached the 1oot
Of the stairs. It'll bring you your
cookies. Papa's II there"
Under her eye the two entered the
! library TO find Mr.. williams reading
his evening paper. He looked up pieas-
antly, but it seemed to Penrod tna' NC
had an ominous and penetrating e4'
preston.
"Wbat have you been up to. you
boys?' inquired this enemy.
"Nothing." said Sam. "Dineren'
things"
"What liker
"Oh-iust different things"
Mr.. Williams nodded: then mi