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The smaller girts Jumped and' ex
claimed, and oleeped their hands.
vilUiy leaned over the fence and
stand Intently at this, their panon
age home. Then the serious little girl
scrambled under the fence, followed
closolj" by the ltthe-Bxnbed twins. A
passe, a very ^hort one—and then
Ptudeooe. too, was wrlggUng beneath
the fence.
"Hold the wire up for me, papa,"
cried JWry, 'Tm too fa*." And a seer
end later she was running gracefully
aoreas the lawn toward the parsonage.
The Methodist minister laughed boy
Ichly and placing his hands on the
'he vaulted lightly over
the house with his daugh
the Misses Avery, school
and eldetly, looked at one
Mm poet,
andreMtMd
tars. Tnen
"DM? yon ererT* whispered^ tlU old
est Mtas Avery, and the others slow
ly shook their heads.
Now, think! Did you ever see a rec
tor Jumping a three-wire fence, and
ifutai full speed across his front
yard In punrult of a flying family?
It may possibly have occurred—we
have never seen it. Neither had the
Misses Avery. Nor did they ever ex
pect to. And if they had seen It. it Is
qwite likely they would'have Joined
the backsliders at that instant
But without wasting mueh time on
this gruesome thought, they hurried
to a window commanding the best
view of the parsonage, and raised it.
Vhen. they clustered behind the cur
Ma and watched and listened./There
%aa plenty to hear! From the parson
y- age windows came the sound of scam
W paring feet and banging doors. Once
there was the unmistakable clatter of
if.-.- a overturned. With it all, there
ira,,a constant cborouB of "Oh, look!"
**Oh! Oh!" "Oh, how sweet!" "Oh,
%'papa!" "Oh, Prudence!" "Look, Lar
kle, look at this!'
Then the thud of many feet speed
ing down the stairs and the slam of a
door, and the slam of a gate. The
whole parsonage full had poured out
Into the back yard and the barn lot
Into tile chicken coop they raced,' the
minister ever close upon their heelB.
Over the board fence they clambered
to the big rambling barn and the wide
door and over the fence, and on to
the Afield." Theye they closed ranks,
with their arms recklessly around
whoever was nearest, and made a
thorough tour of the bit of pasture
land. For some moments they leaned
upon, the dividing fence and gazed
admiringly into the rich orchard and
vineyard of the Avery estate. But
soon they were skipping back to the
parsonage again, and the kitchen
door banged behind them.
Then the eldest Miss Avery closed
the window overlooking the parsonage
and confronted her sisters.
"We must Just make the best of it,"
•he said quietly.
But next door, the gray old ugly
parsonage was full to overflowing
with satisfaction and happiness and
love.
The Starrs had never had an ap
pointment like this before. They had
Just come from the village of Exmin
ster, of five hundred .inhabitants.
There the Reverend Mr. Starr had
filled the pulpits of three small Meth
odist churches, scattered at random
throughout the country—considera-
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was rerr neatly as tall
belli won generous
wB&ttdwc in appear
splendid looking. &ven
could discern
dtottnetlf^uiQ Hke in this
Mid gin, witk the easy
A* that nwlebed her fath
gMuseful head, well car
goddess—named Fairy,
laughing and chatter-
ing, Mke three ehihlran, as they were,
Mm* the twins wtth Predence, each
wtth aA arm arorad her waist. And
was Httk taller than they.
.Vfiwi tbejr reached the fence that
bordered the pswnnege, the soene for
a aWBMBt reaembled a miniature riot
«AlUffPY FAMILY
Connie's eyes were wide with respon
sibility during the reading of the chap
ter, but when she began to speak her
voice did not falter. Connie had nine
years of good Methodist experience
back of her!
"Our Father, who art in Heaven,
we bow ourselves before Thy footstool
in humility apd reverence. Thou art
our God, our Creator, our Savior.
Bless us this day and cause Thy face
to shine upon us. Blot out our trans
gressions, pardon our trespasses.
Wash urf, th£t we may be whiter than
snow. Hide not Thy face from the
eyes of ^hy children, turn not upon
us ln wrath, pity us, Lord, as we
kneel tyere prostrate, before Thy
majesty and glory. Let the words of
our mouths and the meditations of
our hearts, be acceptable •'in Thy
sight, O Lord, our strength and our
Redeemer. And finally save us, an
unbroken family around Thy throne
in Heaven, for Jesus' sake. Amen."
This was followed by an electric
silence. Prudence was biting her lips
painfully and counting by tens as fast
as she could. Fairy was mentally go
ing over the prayer, sentence by sen
tence, and attributing each petition
to the individual member in the old
church at Bxminster to whom it be
longed. The twins were a little
amazed, and quite profit!. Connie-was
an-honor to the parsonage—but they
were concerned lest they themselves
should do not quite so well when their
days came.
But in less than a moment the min
ister {ather began his prayer. His
voice was a little yibdued and he
prayed with less fervor and abandon
than usual, but otherwise things went
off quite nicely. When he said
"Amen," Prudence was on her feet
and half way upstairs before the oth
ers were fairly risen. Fairy stood
gazing intently out o£~the window for
a moment and then went out to the
barn to see if the horse waB through
eating. Mr. Starr walked gravely and
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trlm and orderly little college. But impulsive girl, and her prayers were
what of that? The "salary was six as nearly "verbal repetitions" as any
hundred and fifty dollars and the par-1 prayers could be. So on this morn
sonage was adorable! The parsonage
family could see nothing at all wrong
with the world that day and the future
was rainbow tinted.
N
Every one has experienced the ec
static^ creepy sensation of sleeping ln
a brand new home. The parsonage
girls reveled in the memory of that
-first night for many days. "It may
be haunted for all we know," cried
Carol deliclously. "Just think^ Con
nie, there may ,be seven ghosts
camped on the head of your bed,
waiting—"
"Carol!"
"tviien the family gathered for wor
ship on that first Sabbath' morning,
Mr. Starr said, ashe turned the leaves
of his well worn bible, "I think It
would be well for you girls to help
with the morning worship now. You
need practise in praying aloud, and—
so we will begin today. Connie and
I will make the prayers this morning,
Prudence and Carol tomorrow, and
Fairy and Lark the next day. We
will keep that system up for a while,
anyhow. W!hen I finish reading the
chapter, Connie, you will make the
first prayer. Just pray for whatever
you wish aB you do at night for your
self. I will follow you."
soberly out the front door and around' earnestness at the young story teller.
the house. He ran into Fairy coming
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ing," after the reading of the chapter,
Carol knelt by her chair and began in
her customary solemn voice:
"Oh, our Father, we thank Thee for
this beautiful morning." Then Intense
slleqce. For Carol remembered with
horror and shame that it was a
dreary, dismal morning, cloudy, ugly
and all unlovely. In her despair, the
rest of her petition scattered to the
four winds of heaven. She couldn't
think of another word, so she gulped
and stammered out a faint "Amen."
But Prudence could not begin. Pru
dence was red in the face and nearly
suffocated. ..She felt all swollen in
side—she couldnt speak. The silence
continued. "Oh, why doesn't father
do it? she wondered. As a matter pf
fact, father couldn't. But. Prudence
did not know that. One who laughs
often gets ln the habit of laughter—
and sometimes laughs out of season as
well as ln. Finally, Prudence plunged
in desperately. "Dear Father"—as she
usually began her street, intimate little
talks with God—and then she paused.
Before her eyes flashed a picture of
the "beautiful morning," for which
Carol had Just been thankful! She
tried again. "Dear Father"—and then
she whirled around on the floor and
laughed. Mr. Starr got up from his
knees, sat down on his chair and lit
erally shook. Fairy 'rolled on the
lounge, screaming with merriment.
Even sober little Connie giggled and
squealed. But Carol could not get up.
She was disgraced. She had done a
horrible, disgusting. Idiotic thing. She
had Insulted God! She could never
face the family again. Her shoulders
rose and fell convulsively.
Lark did not laugh either. With a
rush she was on her kne4s beside" Car
ol, her arms around the heaving
shoulders. "Don't you care, Carrie,"
she whispered. "Don't you care. It
was Just a mistake—don't cry, Car-'
rie."
But Carol would not be comforted.
She tried to sneak unobserved from
the room but her father Btopped her.
"Don't feel so badly about it, Car
ol," he said kindly, really sorry for
the stricken child—though his eyes
still twinkled,, "it- was Just a mistake.
But remember after this, my child, to
speak to God when you pray. Remem
ber that you are talking to Him. Then
you will not make such a blunder. So
many of us," he said reflectively, "min
isters as well as others, pray into the
ears of the people and forget we are
talking to God."'
After that, the morning worship
went better. The prayers of the chil
dren changed—became more personal,
less flowery. They remembered from
that time on, that"when they linelt
they were at the feet of God, and
speaking direct to Him.
rt wps the hated duty of the twins
to wash and dry the dishes—taking
turns about with the washing. 1?his
time was aways given up to story tell
ing for Lark had a strange and won
derful imagination, and Carol listened
to her tales with wonder and delight.
Even Connie found dish.doing hours
irresistible, and could invariably be
found, face ln her hands, both elbows
on the table, gazing with passionate
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quickly
Hurry'papt.'^ahts whlipered, "rn I E S O
I't hold in much longer! Neither
can
can I!"
And together, (choking with laugh
ter, they hurried into the bkrn and
gave full vent to their feelings. "7
So It was that the' twins and Con
nie were alone for a while.
"You did a pretty good job, Con
nie," said Carol approvingly.
"Yes. I think I did myself," was
the complacent answer. ''But I in
tended to put in, 'Keep us as the apple
Thy hand,' and I forgot it until I had
said 'Amen.' I had a notion to put in
a post-scripct but I believe that isn't
tion, live hundred dollars. But here— done."
why. Mount Mark had a population of "Never mind," said Carol, "I'll use
fully three thousand and a business that in mine tomorrow."
academy, and the Presbyterian col- It can not be said that this form
lege—small, to be sure, but the name of family worship was a great success.
had a grand and inspiring sound. And The twins were invariably stereo
Mr. Starr had to fill only one trnlpit! typed, cut and dried. They thanked
It was heavenly, that's what it was. the Lord for the beautiful morning,
To be sure, many of his people lived for kind friends, for health, and fam
out in the country, necessitating the ily, and parsonage. Connie always
upkeep of a horse for the sake of his prayed in sentences extracted from
pastoral work, but that was only an the prayers of-others she had often outstretched in supplication. She was
advantage. Also to be sure, the Meth- heart and every time with nearly "dia- pretty and well dressed, her hat and
odists in Mount Mark were in a mi- astrous effect. shoes almost matching the dust color of
nority. and an inferiority—Mount But the days passed around, and the road. Beside her on the ground was
Mark being a Presbyterian strong- Prudence and Carol's turn came again.
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The Courier's Magazine and Home
of Thy eye, hold* us in the hollow of r©ad from which the sound had come,
but all he could see was a long stretch
of dusty yellow In both directions and
in the near dlstanc* four or five Here
fords grazing peacefully along the
fence.
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WHEN TOM CHASEQ THE COW8.
By LJSILA ESMOND.
(Copyrigrht 1916, by the McClAre News
paper Syndicate^
Tom Mabon was cultivating the corn
when -across the expanse of golden
brown loam with the shoots of tender
green came a terrified scream. He
dropped the hoe and ran toward the
He listened Intently, but hearing
nothing moffe turned to go back. "Some
of the Strauss kids playing under thw
hazel bushes, I suppose, but It did
sound as though some one was In mor
tal agony."
He had scarcely gone a doeen feet
when some one called despairingly, "Oh
please don't go away."
Tom turned and saw a girl leaning
over tire fence toward him, her hands
back ln a ouDle
if
fv
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of bounds. "Is anybody
did "anything hurt you?" He looked
qiflckly in every direction for a fleeing
highwayman, or a crouching
1
lion, or
something of that sort. The girl's, hys
terica would warrant nothing less.
"It's—it's those cows," she shivered.
"They're coming this way! And I can't
run, for if I do they'll chase me and I
can't climb a fence! O, do hurry up and
do something!"
For Tom was standing motionless
and, indeed, open mouthed. He wasn't
quite sure he had heard aright to begin
with, and If he had he wasn't certain
whether she was making a fool of -him
or posing for a movie, like tlie cr6wd
that hacL been there In the fall.
"Oh, please!"
This brought him to his senses. There
was no mistaking the frightened agony
of her tone. The girl was almost scared
to death.
"Sure, I'll chase 'em. Don't be fright
ened. They won't hurt you. They got
out of the pasture some way. The gate's
been left open, I guess. Why, you're
Bhaking life a leaf! That's too bad! But
they won't hurt you in ten yea/rs. Why,
they're afraid of you."
He picked up a stick and went after
the black and white bugaboos peaceful
ly eating thp Juicy young grass in the
fence corners. "Get back, there, Posey
go along there! Molly, hik^! Soctt—the
whole bunch of youl"
The cows turned slowly with eyes of
hurt surprise and went quietly back the
way they had come through the gap in
the fence and into the pasture. Tom
swung the big gate shut and fastened
It. There was a twinkle In his eye is
he went back to the girl sitting beside
the road. Her own eyes were shut and
she was breathing quickly.
"Are they gone?" she whispered.
"Yes. They won't eat you now." It
was impossible for him to keep the note
of fun out of his voice.
She flushed angrily and sprang up.
"It's Just as natural for me to be afraid
of cows as It is for you farmers to
dodge trolleys and taxis in the city,"
she retorted. "Anyway, you've no busi
ness letting them roam around loose!"'
She picked up her bag and brushed.at
her dress. "I'm "hunting Maybens. Will
you please tell me where they live?"
"That's our house," answered Tbm.
"If you give me your bag I'll take you
over. Did you see mother's advertise
ment for summer boarders?"
"Yes."
"I-—we didn't want her to do—* he
began, and then changed it. "She wants
money for some orphan fund and has
chosfcn this way of getting it. Mother's
a wonder!"
But'if he had any notion of starting
conversation with the newcomer he was
mistaken. A short "Indeed!" was her
only reply.
To herself Carolyn Wilson was say
ing, "I ought to be able to pay expenses
here! The people promise well if this
one is a sample. I can send ln a story,
every day to the paper and, besides, I
shall have plenty of time to recuper-'
ate. I hope the family is large so I'll
have lots of material to write about.
There ought ttf be a pa and ma and
some girls and little kids. This I sup
pose is big brother."
Carolyn's hope was verified. The fam
ily was large and every one of them
proceeded immediately to make her feel
at home. Each one in his own particu
lar way did what he could to make her
stay pleasant, particularly Tom, on
whom the girl had made a deep impres-'
sion. Her face was always between him
and the corn rows, ln the clouds when
he looked up and in his dreams when he
slept.
Carlyn wrote mornings and slept ln
the afternoon. but after five. o'clock.
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when she made her dally trip to the
post office and Tom's work in the fields
was done they had many pleasant tim^s
together. To Tom it was heaven. To
the girl merely pastime. Tom was in
telllgent, she discovered, and knew a
lot of things. In fact, the whole family
was entertaining, and, having a keen
wit and sense of humor and seeing the
funny side of all their ways,, Carolyn
sent many a humorous quip to her pa
per accompanied, by pen-and-ink
sketches, at-which she was clever.
One Sunday, as she lay almost asleep
in the hammock, Tom picked up a pa
per from the ground beside her and
started to read.
Suddenly he flung it down. "That rot
la unkind and untrue!" he cried.
Carolyn was wide awake now and sat
up. "What Is it?" she asked.
"Oh, those city chaps think it's funny
to write all kinds of things about us
here in the country. It's all exaggerated
and gives a false Impression. One would
think that people who work with their
hands can't grow brains at all, that we
are an ignorant stupid lot made to be
laughed at, when the truth of it Is we
are doin* the real work of the world.
People oan say what they like about
education and art' and culture, but
where would all those things be if peo
ple were,not fed? We feed the world
and dress* the world andido all but shel
ter It. It's a good work and it's cruel for
some silly, little, near-sighted, weak
legged, narrow-minded reporter to be'
writing false truck like that for the
world to read Just t6 put a few mlser
able. bites in his starved Ftpmaoh!"
Carolyn sprang to her feet- It was en
her tongue to defend what she had dons
but Tom, with his biasing eyes and
head thrown back, frightened her. And
he was right! It was a-wretched thing
to do, to make fun of these simple true
hearted people. Her head dropped.
"Yes. It is wrong" she said simply.
"The person who did that should be
punished. Tom," suddenly, 'Tm going
home tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! Good heavens!"
Yes, I've some business to attend to
and I must go. Will you oome to see me
some time, Tom?" very kindly. "Io you
ever come to the city?"
"Yes," he said after a pause, "I do
go sometimes and I'll go to see you. Dad
and the boys can get along without me
now for awhile I guess."
So Carolyn said good bye to the May
bens and Tom.
On Tuesday, she reported at the of
fice, rested and ready for Work.
The men ln the outer office gave her
three cheers when she came ln, for
Carolyn'was popular on the paper. __
"Where's Stubbs?" she asked. Stubbs
was a nickname for the editor-in-chief.
"Not here yet."
"Well, Til wait inside."
'Some one ahead of you."
"Oh, that's all right 111 have com
pany."
She opened the door and went In.
There, ln-the editor's chair, sat Tom
Mayben. Carolyn went up close to the
desk and looked at him in silence. Tom,
too, seemed to paralysed to speak.
Then the girl's sense of hunjbr tri
umphed. "Hello" she giggled.
"What's the Joke? I leave you on
Monday in blue Jeans and boots. I find
you on Tuesday ln a tailor made and
spats. What's the Joke?"
Joke? There isn't any unless It's tbr
you to explain. What are you doing
here?"
"I write for the paper."
"So do I," he said, "scientific farming
stuff. So I came to your editor for ad
vice."
"Bravo, Tom," cried Carolyn. "Some
day I'm going to beg your forgiveness
for something, but not Just now. It can
wait."
"Yes, It "can watt,*-' agreed Tom. 'Tih
looking for a partner, Carolyn. Would
you care for the Job?"
"With your magazine you mean,
Tom?"
"Yes, and otherwise. How about it?"
"Shi Here comes Stubbs! I'll think it
over and let you know," she nodded en
couragingly.
SUFFRAGE PARADE
IS COSTLY AFFAIR
Chicago, June 10.—An estimate "feiv
en out by the parade committee which
-had charge of the suffrage demonstra
tion here Wednesday, sets the cost of
the parade at $60,390, it was learned
today. Of this amount the National
American Woman Suffrage association
will pay $5,000 for rent, banners, tele
phones, advertising, bands and other
Items of general expense, while the
remainder was paid by the marchers.
A large part of the expense' was in
curred through the purchase of um
brellas and rubbers for the parade,
and for clothes that were ruiped by the
rain. The raincoat item is listed at
$1,250, while it is estimated that rub
ber's cost about $1,000.
Bears 4
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Relaxation
Try taking five-minute tnatche$
a rush homewards. A few late shop
pers were scurrying along—you could
see ln their eyes plans for a hastily
gotten-up dinner salesgirls were
anxious to get away from business,
more fortunately provlded-for womeK
were hastening uptown to dress for
dinner. And every face was lined
and pale, drawn from the strain of
the day, irhether it had been work
or pleasure.
Jeannette rode heme with me—
Jeannette works in a large .store, as
head stsnographer. She looked as
tired as t$e others. "Rest," Dhe
scoffed, when I asked her whether
she couldn't' relax during the day.
"Rest? Where? From 8:30 till
noon, not a chance with all iny work.
At neon, between lunch and the
shopping I always have to do, my
hour Is gone from'then till closing
I'm busy." She thought the argu-)
ment settled. s.
However, most days could stand
five minutes taken off the shopping.
And every day she could throw her
self on the bed for the same period
What frightens the littlg girl?
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of rest for your beauty't sake
tensed nerves, to relax tired .muscles.
Most large shops have rest rooms
with big chairs and couches whera
the girls can snatch five minutes',
rest. Some shops even, have "relief
periods" of half an hour during tha
day. All working places should
have.
Questions and Answers
What is a good antiseptic to we afeouf
the houtef My hMtband, is an ifwalia. I
want hip room
alunzy*
Reply—No: on- the contrary, ft will
make the fingers ^stronger and. more, flex
ible, which will adl character to your
hands.
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GET WU^T
c. a s-1-
absolutely five min- before dating supper. And she would
utes at a time, three times a day? find a wonderful improvement ln hsr
If you can, it will go a long way looks,
toward making and keeping* you Foi
beautiful. down is hervous strain. Frequently
Last week I stood on the street this is the result of a physical strain
cornsr downtown, watching the girls —and unfortunately most of tha
going hems. The shops were dosing, physical strain of work Is unavoid
it was the time of day yhen all able. And here is where the At#
classes are mingled together, all in minutes' rest will serve to quiet
For the thing that pulls most ftlrla
down is nervous strain. Frequently
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and
germlesB. I also whnt to overcome un
pleasant odors in kitchen and bathroom.-:—
Mrs. T. L. T.
Reply—There are several sorts of de
odorants and disinfectants on the market
made ln tbe form of ornamental blocks to
hang ln tbe room. Theero both disinfect
and perfume the air, and will be pleasant
wherever hiing. They cost from ten cents
up.
1 am eighteen, and have email, pretty
hands. I am going to take up typewrit
ing and stenography and want to know
whether handling ji typewriter all day wilt
make my hands coarse and largef—
Marion.
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