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6.... ‘OOOOOOOOOO n't Shrink ‘A’ocllens is it H THEN MOTHER MOVED Tommyâ€"Mother what is an oc- t'wus‘? Motherâ€"Why it’s an ugly ani- mal that lives at the bottom 0! the Tommyâ€"That’s mighty funny? Motherâ€"Funny? Tommyâ€"Yes. Motherâ€"Why? Tommyâ€"Well, I was just 9‘3” sing the parlor and I heard sla- ter say in a funny voice, “Oh, Jack. how I wbh you were an octopm."â€"lflchigan Gargoyle. IVVJ)‘ h] \DYO White clothes, that are to be laid way for a season, should not we any starch in them; if they me. they will crack. All the outside leaves of the let- ;(_-e can be easily shredded with 'issnrs. and with mayonnaise they .ake a delicious sandwich. Carrots and peas are good ser- :‘(i together. They should b\ mked separately, then mixed and r'nssed with salt, pepper, cream. ul butter. Save bits of canned fruit. stewed nit and jellies. All these can be ml in the making of apple sauce H.»- .md will add richness to the. \Vvddilg bolls u Id Clair. the cen 'Id at Priveville iddlv of March. Mr. McLean and Lzrham. Visited \V ntn iti himney soot from a chimney ‘L't' wood is burned, it put into F'ttCht‘l‘ and boiling water pour- nvm‘ it will make a good drill 1:1)1139 plants. . 7hen making the cream dressmg stewed chicken it in better to Hm chicken out of the liquor, rm- butter and flour together i1 smooth, add the milk and stir mixture into the boiling liquor. - until it boils, and then put the :kvu hack: gund on the back of stove. By this method the ssing will be smooth and :nmy. nd (T00 19 last 001d. -kaded 710 REV Prioeville. r lwar that Rev. Mr. Bowos, of Methodist church here is going Hist as a common soldier. He make A flood one. . Lane travelled all day last lay in a blinding snowstorm. lg (lii‘ferent patients. e funeral of the late Mrs. Fin- .\lcPhail took place from her :n-r's residence at the old home mm Road, Glenelg on Monday 35th inst, to Smellie’s (emetery. Hm Road. Glenelg. Mrs. Me- I. whose maiden name was 'iet Stonehmfie. was raised on farm from where the funeral place. She was about 4'2 9. of age. She leaves to mourn ”With a lonely husband. one zmd little daughter. who will '1' know a mother's care. Sh.- PS tWo sisters. Mrs. ‘MCMevki t. ear Prieeville. .ind one in To- o. The funeral Was fairly well ruled. considering the bad stat.- H‘ roads. The Rev. Mr Mathe: ll hanging linen on the line to remember to hang not less a third or a half over the If this rule is followed. it u- a number are complaining Ids grip, or something else. wing rough in some places H fi ils. )ir. Mathew!) is to speak at lifi' on Thursday evening of eek in the interest of re- 2. Reeve Nichol is to speak mnil man makes the regular snnw or rain. is th.” 29th of FebrLury 0 whose birth fell on a29t'n u'lxu'y. gives a four year t mac-e to make up (or the wn COVE! ll‘ better and Win i‘lth IK Id when he got 5 xobody in the churc :9 to preach to e I retraced his steps .' after getting th rf‘. McMillan’s. of Swinton, latter part of last wee-la. Mrs. John Calder inten 0 their nwn farm in Eg- un. They are at present .lhlvr's sister’s home. . ('tlmwlg. after coming (115 Pity. Alix-rm. whero IS \' Ice “7;! V‘ late for last issue) few days were stc Roads wrre some‘ on Monday morning , Mr. Matheson di ”'1: last Sunduv in mtter s an li’nnel ,' meet t scho ’ this PRICEVILLE DICC }{( .lces ired cL'uzug. or To, meeting of th I for last issue; i - (Lu ~' Wort' sfnx'r‘n; (‘5 \V g‘ ' SHIT. A U.” . III) 141,1. :IHH'HxlnF-f ‘ ..\l'§L}‘."H H3 (13' )K‘ 'I 1V5? {>12 1:, ‘ :1" 5'»! 1' â€". hIc( ed til are ringing remonies to 19. below ith Wh Um new teacher Mung on well as '10 commands the pupils- well. :ings are held 1t 01 houses and Week. It looks of old and young before the war keep mattresses m have slips m with unbleached th( reside vegetable or ellont (oundu- IcDo HE! hm‘ sister“; Swinton. 0 and Mi I‘Op Cli Neil M horn? and O wheat em! be it? The stricken Penrod answered help- lessly: “Because I was just thinking.” Upon the very rack he could have offered no ampler truthful explanation. It was all he knew about it. “Thinking what?” “Just thinking.” Miss Spence’s expression gave evi- dence that her power of self restraint was undergoing a remarkable test. However, after taking counsel with herself. she commanded: “Come here!” He shuflled forward, and she placed a chair upon the platform near her own. “Sit there!” Then (but not at all as if nothing had happened) she continued the les- son in arithmetic. Spiritually the ohildren may have learned a lesson in very small fractions, indeed, as they razed at the fragment of sin before them on the stool of penitence. They l” stared at him attentively. with hard and passionately interested eyes In which there was never one trace of .>ity. It cannot be said with precision ‘hat he writhed. His movement was more a slow. continuous squirm. etl'ect- ed with a ghastly assumption of Ian- zuid indifference, while his gaze. in the effort to escape the marble hearted :lare of his schoolmates. affixed itself with apparent permanence to the waistcoat button of James Russell Lowell Just above the “u” in “Bus- sell.” “That will not do,” she returned sharply. “I wish to know immediate- ly why you spoke as you did.” speak to me like “I was”â€" He (-hoked, unable to continue. “Speak out!” “I was justâ€"thinking,” he managed to stammer. Classes came and classes went, grill- ing him with eyes. Newcomers re- (-eived the story of the crime in dark- ling whispers, and the outcast sat and squirmed and squirmed and squirmed. (He did one or two things with his spine which a professional contortionist would have observed with real interest.) And all this while of freezing suspense was but the criminal’s detention awaiting trial. A known punishment may be anticipated with some measure of equanimityâ€"at least, the prisoner may prepare him- He hung his head, raked the floor with the side of his shoe, swayed, swallowed, looked suddenly at his hands with the air of never having seen them before, then clasped them behind him. The school shivered in ecstatic horror, every fascinated eye upon him, yet there was not a soul in the room but was profoundly grateful to him for the sensationâ€"â€"including the offended teacher herself. Unhappily, all this gratitude was unconscious and altogether different from the kind which results in testimonials and lov- ing cups. On the contrary! “Penrod Schofleld!" He gulped. “Answer me at once! Why did you Nothing is more treacherous than the human mind; nothing else so loves to play the lscariot. Even when patient- ly bullied into a semblance of order and training it may prove but a base and shifty servant. And Penrod’s mind was not his servant. It was a master. with the April wind’s whims, and it had just played him a diabolical trick. The very jolt with which he came back to the schoolroom in the midst of his fancied flight jarred his day dream utterly out of him and he sat open mouthed in horror at what he had said. The unanimous gasp of awe was pro- tracted. Miss Spence, however, final- ly recovered her breath, and, returning deliberately to the platform, faced the school. “And then, for a little while,” as pathetic stories sometimes recount, “everything was very still.” It was so still, in fact, that Penrod’s newborn notoriety could almost be heard grow- ing. This grisly silence was at last broken by the teacher. “Penrod Schofield, stand up!” The miserable child obeyed. “What did you mean by speaking to me in that way?” ISS SPENCE gasped. So did the pupils. The whole room tilled with a swelling, con- glomerate "O-o-o-o-h!” As for l’enrod himself, the walls reeled with the shock. He sat with his mouth open, a mere lump of stupe- faotiou. For the appalling words that he had hurled at the teacher were as inexplicable to him as to any other who heard them. CHAPTER VI. Uncle John. that?" The word "x‘x‘invipal" siz'uvi: him to the Vitals. Grand inquisitor, grand khan, sultan, emperor, czar, Caesar Augustusâ€"these are comparable. He stopped squirming instantly and sat rigid. “I want an answer. Why did you shout those words at me?” “Well," he murmured, "I was justâ€"- thinking.” “Thinking what?” she asked sharply. “I don’t know." “That won’t do!” He took his left ankle In his right hand and regarded it helplessly. son‘ as undergo itâ€"fiut the unknown looms more monstrous for every at- tempt to mtess it. Penrod‘s crime was unique. 'I‘here were no rules to aid him in estimating the vengeance to fail upon him for it. What seemed most t'i'nlmble was that he would he expel. M] from the St'lmul in the presence of his family. the mayor and council and whipped afterward by his father mum the state house steps. with the entire city as audience by invitation wt‘ the authorities. “Ponmd.” shn mm gravely. “what Munso have you to offi‘r before I re- mrt your 0:190 to tho m‘inr-innl?” “That won't do, Penrod Schofleld,” she repeated severely. “If that is all the excuse you have to on'er I shall re- port your case this instant!” And she rose with fatal intent. But Penrod was one of those whom the precipice inspires. “Well. I have got an excuse.” “\\’ell”~she paused impatientlyâ€" ”wlmt is it?" He had not an idea, but he felt one coming and replied automatically in a plaintive tone: Nomi came. The rows of children filed out. (-Vory head turning for a last .mplenslngly speculative look at the 'mtluw. ’l‘hm Miss Spence closed the .‘nor into the (-lnukroom and that into the hi: hull and mne and sat at her 'losk. near Pourml. 'I‘ho tramping of foot outsitlv. the shrill calls and shout- ?n': and the «hanging: voices of the ”(113? Ilf).\'\' ceased to he heardâ€"and thvm was <ilmmn I’mn'ml. still affect- in': to ho m'cnglir-ll with Lowell. was I-nmoions that Miss Shem-o looked at him intently. “I guess anybody that had been through what I had to go through last night would think they had an ex- ruse.” “Well, I guess you’d see,” he re- turned, emphasizing the plaintive note. “if you knew what I know.” “Well, ain’t I going to?” he cried. spurred by the dread name. “It’s be- cause I didn’t sleep last night.” Miss Spence resumed her seat. though with the air of being ready to leap from it instantly. “What has last night to do with your insoience to me this morning?” “Now, Penrod,” she said. in a kinder voice, “I have a high regard for your mother and father, and it would hurt me to distress them, but you must ei- ther tell me what was the matter with you or I’ll have to take you to Mrs. Houston.” “Were you ill?” The question was put with some dryness. He felt the dryness. “No’m; I wasn’t." “Then it some one in your family was so ill that even you were kept up all night, how does it happen they let you come to school this morning?” “Yesâ€"Uncle John.” returned Penrod sorrowfully. “The trouble was about him.” “Yes, it was,” he interrupted, "until last year when Uncle John took to running with traveling men”â€" “What?" “Yes’m.” He nodded solemnly. “That was what started it. At first he was a good, kind husband, but these trav- eling men would coax him into a sa- loon on his way from work, and they got him to drinking beer and then ales. wines, liquors, and cigars”â€" “It wasn’t illness," he returned, shaking his head mournfully. “It was lots worse’n anybody's being sick. It wasâ€"it wasâ€"well, it was jest awful." “What was?”. He marked with anxi- ety the incredulity in her tone. “It was about Aunt Clara.” he said. Miss Spence frowned a frown which he rightly interpreted as one of contin- ued suspicion. “She and I were in school together.” she said. “I used to know her very well, and I’ve always heard her married life was entirely happy. I don’t”â€" “Ma’am?” “I’m not inquiring into your Aunt Clara’s private aflatrs. I’m akin: .10! “Your Aunt Clara!" she repeated. “Do you mean your mother‘s sister who married Mr. Furry of Dayton. Ill. ‘2” “Penrod !” ' “l‘Eugun, l'x‘llrud.” “Yes’m. It all commenced from the first day he let those traveling men [coax him into the saloon.” l’enrod narrated the downfall of his Uncle ' John at length. In detail he was noth- Then, under the influence of some fragmentary survivals of the respectao ble portion of his Sunday adventures, his theme became more exalted, and, only partially misquoting a phrase from a psalm, he related how he had made it of comfort to Aunt Clara and how he had besought her to seek high- er gufdance in her trouble. His eloquence increased with what it fed on. and as with the eloquence so with self reproach in the gentle bosom of the teat-her. She cleared her throat with difficulty once or twice during his description of his minister- ing night with Aunt Clara. “And I said to her. ‘Why. Aunt Clara, What’s the use of takin’ on so about it?’ And I said. ‘Now. Aunt Clara. all the crying in the world can't make things any better.‘ And then she’d just keep catchin’ hold of me and sob and kind of holler, and I'd say: ‘Don’t cry. Aunt Clara. Please don’t cry!’ ” The surprising thing about a struc- ture such as Penrod was erecting is that the taller it becomes the more ornamentation it will stand. Gifted boys have this faculty of building mag- nificence upon cobwebsâ€"and Penrod was gifted. Under the spell of his really great performance, Miss Spence gazed more and more sweetly upon the prodigy of spiritual beauty and good- ness before her, until at last, when Penrod came to the explanation of his “Just thinking,” she was forced to turn her head away. “You mean, dear,” she said gently. “that you were an worn out and hard- ly knew what you were saying?” “Yes’m.” “And you were thinking about all those dreadful things so hard that you forgot where you were ‘2” CHAPTER VII. Fidelity of a Little Dog. HE returning students that afternoon tiilSL‘l'Ved that I’en- rod’s desk was vacant. and nothing could have been more impressive than that sinister mere emptiness. The accepted theory was that i’enrod had been arrested. How breath taking then the sensa- tion when at the beginning of the second hour he strolled in with inimi- table carelessness and, rubbing his eyes. somewhat noticeably in the man- ner or one who has snatched an hour of much needed sleep, took his place as it nothing in particular had happened. This at first supposed to be a superhu- man exhibition ot sheer audacity. he- came but the more dumfoundinz when Miss Spence, looking from her desk, greeted him with a pleasant little nod. ing short of plethoric, and incident followed incident, sketched with such vividness, such abundance of color and such verisimilitude to a drunkard’s life as a drunkard°s life should be, that had Miss Spence possessed the rather chilling attributes of William J. Burns himself the last trace of skepticism must have vanished from her mind. Besides. there are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever. and one of them is that he has taken to drink. And in every sense it was a moving picture which, with simple but eloquent words. the virtuous Pen- rod set before his teacher. “I was thinking,” he said simply. “how to save Uncle John.” And the end of it for this mighty boy was that the teacher kissed him! cried. “Ma'am'f‘ “Where was your father while"â€" “Oh. papa?" Penrod paused. reflect- ed, then ln'ightened. “Why. he was down at the train waitin' to see if Uncle John would try to follow ’em and make ‘em come home so's he could persecute ’em some more. i wanted to do that. but they said if he did come I mightn't he strong enough to hold him. and"- The hrave lad paus- ed again modestly. Miss Spenee’s ex- pression was eneonraging. Her eyes were wide with astonishment. and there may have been in them also the mingled beginnings of admiration and self reproach. l’enrml. warming to his work. felt safer every moment. “Yes‘m. And mamma and Margaret had to sit up all night nursin’ little Clara. And Aunt Clara was in such a state somebody had to keep talkln’ to her. and there wasn't anybody but me to do it. So I"â€" only a flicker nf «lyln'r hv'rwlnlity. “Oh. they didn't \wm any doctor!” exclaimed the inspired realist prompt- ly. “They «lnn't \wm :mylmdy to hear about it. hm-mwo l’nolo John mlcht re. form«nnd llwn whm'v'cl ho ho lf every- body knew llu'cl lwvn :l dr-mnknrd and whimwd his wifv :md lmhy daughter?" “01)!" said .‘IiS‘R Spent-v. “You :00. he used to he upright as nnyluuly." ho \I‘vllt Ull explanatlvely. “It .‘IH l‘:(\;;'ml"- uer With his cane"â€" “You mean that your such a thing as that!" Spence, suddenly dis. scandal. it you have anything to say which would minute”- "That’s what I’m tryin‘ to tell you about. Miss Sg‘mnce." he pleaded. “if you'd just only let me. When Aunt Clara and her iiiifc baby daughter got to our house ins-t night"â€" “You say Mrs. I-‘urry is visiting your mother?" “Yes'mâ€"not Jast visiting-you see. she had to come. Well. of course. lit- tle baby Clara. she was so bruised up and mauled. where he'd been hittln’ her with his cane"- um um CHRONICLE But where was your father?” she uncle had done exclaimed Miss 'n'mcd by this “Waiti” hozrvod Aunt Mam. “After she said that she’snu? manethinz even queerer and then put her handkerchief to her eyes and hurried away." “But 1 don't think that’s so very queer. Clara. She knew you in school. didn't she?" “Yes. but"â€" “And she hadn't seen you for ac many years I think it's perfectly nat- ural she"- “I never heard an 3' thing like it in my life!" Mrs. Schohelcl exclaimed. “Wu that all she said?" “Every word!" Penrod again resumed attention to his soup. His mother looked at him curiously. and then. struck by a sud- “Wait! She stood there squeezing my hand and struggling to get her voice. den thought, gathered the glances of the adults 6! the table by a significant movement of the head. and. by anoth- er, conveyed an admonition to drop the subject until later. Miss SlK’Dl'O was Penrod’a teacher. It was better, for many reasons, not to discuss the sub- Ject or her queerness before him. This was “to. Schofleld's thought at the time. Later one had another. and (t kept her awake. adays?" she inquired. as she unfold- ed her napkin. addressing Mrs. Schoâ€" fieid. Penrud abruptly set down his soup spoon and gazed at his aunt with flattering attention. “Yes, sometimes." said Mrs. Scho- fleld. “She‘s l‘eurod‘s tom-her." “Is she?" said Mrs. Parry. “Do you"â€" She paused. “Do people think her a littleâ€"quoor those days?" “Why. no!" r 'turnvd hvr sister. “What makes you say that?" “She has umuimd a very odd man- ner.” said Mrs. Furry dovidcdly. “At least, she seemed odd to me. I met her at the corner just before I got to the house a row minutes ago, and aft- er we’d said howdy do to each other she kept hold of my hand and looked as though she was going to cry. She seemed to be trying to say something and choking”â€" “But doesn't it seem a very exag- gerated way." suggrmtod Margaret. “to taik about measles?" There was a general exclamation of surprise. It was a singular thing. and in no manner may it be considered complimentary to Penrod that this speech of Miss Spence's should have immediately confirmed Mrs. Farry'l doubts about her in the minds of all his family. Mt. Schofield shook his head pit,- ingly. “I’m afraid she‘s a goner.” he went so far as to say. “Of all the weird ideas!" cried Mar- garet. men after 'sL-liool l‘enroa gave numer- ous maddvucd lurcstigutors no relief. All he would consent to say was: “011. I just talked to her." A mystification not entirely uncon- nected with the one thus produced wu manifested at his own family dinner table the following owning. Aunt Clara had been out rather late and came to the table after the rest were seated. She wore a puzzled expres- sion. Penrod laid down his spoon again and moved his chair slightly back from the table. A spirit of prophecy was upon him. He knew that some one was going to ask :1 question which he felt might better remain unspoken. “What was the other thing she said?” Mr. Schofiold inquired, thus imo mediately fulfilling his son's premoni- tlon. “She said," returned M rs. [Parry slow- ly, looking about tuc table; “she said, ‘I know that Penrod is a great. great comfort to you.’ ” “Well. I don‘t know,” said Mrs. Soho field thoughtfully. “Of course she‘s heard about the outbreak of measles 1: Dayton. since they had to close the chools. and she knows you live there”â€" The next afternoon Mr. Schofleld. ro- “Do you ever see Mary Spence now- 080194 a March 9, 1916. “What’s the matter. mammal?" ask- ed her husband. laying aside his paper. “All right." Mr. Schofleld. rather touched, returned to the digestion of a murder, his back once more to the piano. and Penrod silently drew. from beneath his jacket (where he had slip- ped it simultaneously with the sneae) a paper backed volume entitled. “Slin- sy, the Sioux City Squealer; or. ‘Not Guilty, Your Honor.’ " “Henry l’assloe Schofield." return- ed the lady. “I don’t know what In to be done with that boy; I do not!" “You mean l‘mn'od 1’" ““‘ho else could I mean?" She It up, exasperated. to stare at him. “Henry Passloe Schofield. you’ve M to take this matter in your hands. lt'l beyond me!" “Well, what has he"â€" “Last night I got to thinklng.” II. began rapidly. “about what Clara told nsâ€"thank heaven she and Muskrat and little Clara have gone to ten It Cousin Charlotte'sâ€"but they’ll be home noonâ€"about what she said about m- Spence"â€" iihihéd'without' __ " "in expense to .1an Doctor Pierce or is Stat! of SSiStin‘ Physician will inform you truihiuiiy. “Where are you. I‘eurod?" the par- ent asked. looking about. “Here," said i’eurod meekiy. Stooping. Mr. Schofleld discovered his son squatting under the piano. near an open windowâ€"his wistful Duke ly- ing beside him. ~ “What are you doing there?” dime?” ' “Why under the piano?" “Well." the boy returned with grave sweetness, “I was Just kind of sittinc hemâ€"thinking.” “You mean about Pent-ad's being a comfort?" “Yes. and I kept thinking and think- ing and thinking about it till i couldn’t stand it any”â€" -f‘By George!" m Mr. Schoflal' Continued on page 7. Medical Sun 0'! thé lnvalidg’ Hotel. If you wish to know your condition) send 3 sample of our water to Doctor Pleroe'l Invglids’ owl, Buffalo, N. 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