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Title: Kenny
Author: Leona Dalrymple
Illustrator: Joseph Pierre Nuyttens
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Language: English
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KENNY
by
LEONA DALRYMPLE
Author of Diane of the Green Van, The Lovable Meddler Illustrated by
Joseph Pierre Nuyttens
The Reilly & Britton Co. Chicago
Second Printing September 10, 1917

[Frontispiece: Joan]

CONTENTS
I Brian Rebels II The Unsuccessful Parent III In the Gay and Golden
Weather IV God's Green World of Spring V At the Blast of a Horn VI
In the Garret VII The Blossom Storm VIII Joan IX Adam Craig X A
Notebook XI The Cabin in the Pines XII Thraldom XIII Kenny's Truth
Crusade XIV In Somebody's Boat XV In Which Caliban Scores XVI
Tantrums XVII Kenny Disappears XVIII Brian Solves a Problem XIX
Samhain XX The Chair by the Fire XXI The Shadow of Death XXII In
the Cabin XXIII A Miser's Will XXIV Digging Dots XXV Checkmate!
XXVI An Inspiration XXVII Miser's Gold XXVIII Kenny's Ward
XXIX The Studio Again XXX Playtime XXXI Fate Stabs XXXII On
Finlake Mountain XXXIII In the Span of a Day XXXIV A Face XXXV
The Penitent XXXVI April XXXVII Honeysuckle Days XXXVIII
Arcady Eludes a Seeker XXXIX The Tension Snaps XL The King of

Youth XLI When the Isle of Delight Receded XLII The End of Kenny's
Song

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Joan . . . . . . Frontispiece
He was sailing across, to romance he hoped, and surely to mystery
"'Tis Samhain, Adam," said Kenny, "the summer ending of the druids"
"I love you better than my life," Joan said, "and I may--may never--say
it again"

KENNY
CHAPTER I
BRIAN REBELS
"You needn't repeat it," said Brian with a flash of his quiet eyes. "This
time, Kenny, I mean to stay disinherited."
Kennicott O'Neill stared at his son and gasped. The note of permanency
in the chronic rite of disinheritance was startling. So was something in
the set of Brian's chin and the flush of anger burning steadily beneath
the dark of his skin. Moreover, his eyes, warmly Irish like his father's,
and ordinarily humorous and kind, remained unflinchingly aggressive.
With the air of an outraged emperor, the older man strode across the
studio and rapped upon his neighbor's wall for arbitration.
"Garry may be in bed," said Brian,
"And he may not." It was much the same to Kenny.

He was a splendid figure--that Irishman. His gorgeous Persian slippers
curled at the toes and ended in a pair of scarlet heels. The extraordinary
mandarin combination of oriental magnificence and the rags he affected
for a bathrobe, hung from a pair of shoulders noticeably broad and
graceful. If he wore his frayed splendor with a certain picturesque
distinction, it was the way he did all things, even his delightful brogue
which was if anything a shade too mellifluous to be wholly unaffected.
What Kenny liked he kept if he could, even his irresponsible youth and
gayety.
Time had helped him there. His auburn hair was still bright and thick.
And his eyes were as blue and merry now as when with pagan
reverence he had tramped and sketched as a lad among the ruined altars
of the druids.
He had meant to wither his son with continued dignity and calm. The
vagaries of Irish temper ordained otherwise. Kenny glanced at the
fragments of a statuette conspicuously rearranged on a Louis XV table
almost submerged in the chaotic disorder of the studio, and lost his
head.
"Look at that!" he flung out furiously.
Brian had already looked--with guilt--and regretted.
"I broke it--accidentally," he admitted.
"Accidentally! You flung a brush at it."
"I flung a brush across the studio," corrected Brian, "just after you went
out to pawn my shotgun."
"Damn the shotgun!"
"I can extend that same courtesy," reminded Brian, "to the statuette."
Things were going badly when the expected arbitrator rapped upon the
door, and losing ground, Kenny felt that he must needs dramatize his

parental right to authority for the benefit of Garry's ears and his own
pride.
"Silence!" he thundered, striding toward the door. He flung it back with
the air of a