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*What Is the matter? Has Connie
In mischief?"
"Ifi worse than that," faltered Pru
plence, tears rushing to her eyes again.
*Wbf, Prudence! What In the world
•he done?"
?Mnay as well tell you, I suppose—
jail have to know it sooner or later.
the—went out Into Avery's orchard
id stole some apples this afternoon,
was hack In the alley seeing if Mrs.
[oon. could do the washing and I saw
ter from the other side. She went
jm tree to tree and when she got
trough the fence she ran. There's
io mistake about it—she confessed."
he twins looked up In agony, hut
Tudence's face reassured them. Con
itance had told no.talta. "I have told
ter -she must spend all of her time
ip stairs alone for a week, taking her
aeals there, too. She will go td
ichool, of course, but that is all. I
ant her to see the awfulness of it.
told her I didn't think we wanted
eat with—a thief—Just yet! I said
'e must get used to the idea of it
Irst. She Is heartbroken, but—I
lust make her see it!"
That was the end of supper. No
.he attempted to eat another bite,
titer the older girls had gone into
Jie sitting room Carol and Lark went
Ibout their work with stricken faces.
"She's a little brick not to tell,"
rhispered Lark.
"I'm going to give her that pearl
of mine she always liked," said
»1 in a hushed voice.
"Ill give her my blue ribbon, too—
loves blue so. And tomorrow I'll
ke that Quarter I've saved and buy
it- a whole quarter's worth of candy."
But that night when the twins went
ip to bed they were doomed to dis
ppointment. They had on chance of
Airing it up with Constance. For
dence had moved her small bed
it of the twins' room and had placed
it in the front room occupied by her-
If. and Fairy. They asked if they
gh't speak to Constance but Pru
lence went In with them to .say good
ght to her. The twins broke down
id cried as they Baw the pitiful little
re with the wap and tear stained
ice. They threw their arms around
«r passionately and kissed her many
mes. But they went to bed without
tying anything.
Hours later Lark whispered, "Carol!
'e you asleep?"
JfNo. I can't go to sleep somehow."
"Neither can I. Do you think we'd
tell Prudence all about It?"
Carol squirmed in the bed. "T—
ppose we, had," she said reluctantly.
'But—it'll be lots worse for us than
for Connie," Lark added. 'iWe're so
uch older and we made her do it."
"Yes, and we ate all the apples,"
ourned Carol.
"Maybe we'd better just let It go,"
ggested Lark.
"And we'll make it up to Connie af
rwards," said Carol.
"Now, you be careful and not give
away, Carol."
But it was a sorry night for the
wins. The next morning they set off
school with no chance for anything
iut a brief good morning with Con
tte—given in the presence of Pru
dence. Half way down the parsonage
alk Carol said:
Oh, wait a minute, Lark. I left my
iotebook on the table." And Lark
^walked slowly while Carol went rush
back. She found Prudence in the
tchen and whispered:
"Here—here's a note, Prudence.
n't read it until after I've gone to
chool—at 10 o'clock you may read
,t Will you promise?"
Prudence laughed a little, but she
mlsed and laid the note carefully
way to wait the appointed hour for
perusal. As the clock struck ten
iihe went to the mantle and took it
own. This is what Carol had writ
n:
"Oh, Prudence, do please forgive me
id don't punish Connie any more.
S-You can punish me any way you like
^iuad I'll be glad of it. It was all my
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fault. I made her go and get the
apples for me and Tate them. Con
nie didn't eat one of them. She said
stolen apples would not taste very
good. It was all my fault and I'm so
sorry. I was such a coward I didn't
dare tell you last night. Will you for
give me? But you must punish me
as hard as ever you can. But please,
Prudence, won't you punish me some
way without letting Lark know about
it? Please, please, Prudence, don't let
Larkie know. You can tell papa and
Fairy so they will despise me, but
keep it from my twin. If you love me,
Prudence, don't let Larkie know."
As Prudence read this her face grew
very stern. Carol's fault! And she
was ashamed to have her much loved
twin know of her disgrace. At that
moment, Prudence heard somte one
running through the hall and thrust
the note hastily into her dress. It
was Lark and she flung herself wildly
upon Prudence «obbing bitterly.
W a at a
cried really' frightened. "Are you
shek?5'
"Heartsick, that's all," wailed Lark.
"I told the teacher I was sick so I
could come home, but I'm not. Oh,
Prudence, I know you'll despise and
abominate me all the rest of your
life and everybody will, and I deserve
it. For I stole those apples myself.
That is, I made Connie go and gek
them for me. She didn't want to. She
begged not to. But I made her. She
didn't eat one of them—I did it. And
she felt very badly about it. Oh, Pru
dence, you can do anything in the
world to me—I don't care how horrible
it is. I only hope you will. *But, Pru
dence, you won't let Carol know, will
you? Oh, spare me that, Prudence,
please. That's my last request, that
you keep it from Carol."
CHAPTER V.
Prudence was surprised and puzz
led. She drew the note from her
pocket and gave it to Lark. "Carol
gave me that before she went to
school," she explained. "Read it, and
tell what you are driving at. I think
you are both crazy. Or maybe you
are just trying to shield poor Connie.
Lark read Carol's note, and gasped,
and—burst out laughing! The shame,
and bitter weeping, and nervousness,
had rendered her hysterical, and now
she laughed and cried until Prudence
was alarmed again.
In time, however, Lark was able to
explain. "We both did it," she gasp
ed, "the Skull and Crossbones. And
we both told the truth about it. We
made her go and get them for us and
we ate them and she didn't want to
go. I advised Carol not to tell and
she advised me not to. All the vay
to school this morning we kept ad
vising each other not to say a word
about it. But I intended all the "time
to pretend I was sick, so I could come
and confess alone. I wanted to take
the punishment for both of us. so
Carol could get out. I guess that's
what she thought, too. Bless her
little old heart, as if I'd let her be
punished for my fault. And it was
mostly my fault, too, Prue, for I men
tioned the apples first of all."
Prudence laughed—it was really
ludicrous. But when she thought of
loyal little Connie, sobbing all through
the long night, the tears came to her
eyes again. She went quickly to the
telephone and called up the school
building next door to the parsonage.
"May I speak to Constance Starr,
Mr. Imes?" she asked. "It is very im
portant. This is Prudence, her sis
ter." And when Connie came to the
telephone, she cried, "Oh, you blessed
little child, why didn't you telfr me?
Will you forgive me, Connie? I ought
to have made you tell me all about it,
but I was so sorry, I couldn't bear to
talk much about it. The twins have
told me. You're a dear, sweet, good
little darling, that's what you are."
"Oh, Prudence!" That was all Con
nie said, but something in her voice
made Prudence hang up the receiver
quickly, and cry bitterly!
That noon Prudence pronounced
judgment on the sinners, but her eyes
twinkled, for Carol and Lark had
scolded each other roundly for giving
things away!
"Connie should have refused to obey
you,'' she said gently, holding Connie
in her arms. "She knew it was wrong.
But she has been punished more than
enough. But you twins! In the first
place, I right now abolish the Skull
and Crossbones forever and ever. And
you can not play in the barn again for
a month. And you must go over to the
Averys this afternoon and tell them
about it and pay for the apples. And
you must send all of your spending*
money for the next month to' that
woman who is gathering up things for
the bad little children in the Reform
school—that will help you remember
what happens to boys and girls who
get in the habit of taking things on
the spur of the moment!"
The twins accepted all of this gra
ciously except that which referred to
confessing their sin to their neigh
bors. That did hurt! The twins were
so superior and admirable! They
couldn't bear to ruin their reputations.
But Prudence .stood firm in spite of
their weeping and wailing. And that
afternoon two shamefaced sorry girls
crept meekly in at the Averys' door
to make their peace.
"But about the Skull and Cross
bones, it's mostly punishment for me,
Prue," said Connie regretfully, "for
the twins have been in it ever since
we came to Mount Mark and I never
got in at all! And I wanted them to
call me Lady Magdalina Feather
ingale." And Connie sighed.
The Twins Stick Up for the Bible.
Prudence had been calling on a
"sick member." Whenever circum
stances permitted she gladly served
as pastoral assistant for hSr father,
but she always felt that, raising the
family was her one big Job, and noth
ing was allowed to take precedence
of it. As she walked that aftfernoon
down Maple street—seemingly so
called because it was bordered \yith
grand old elms—she felt at peace with
all the world. The very sunshine
beaming down upon her through the
huge skeletons of the leafless elms,
was not more care-free than the
daughter of the parsonage. Parsonage
life had been running smoothly for
as much as ten days past and Pru
dence, in view of that ten days' im
munity, was beginning to feel that the
twins, if not Connie also, were prac
tically reared!
"Mount Mark is a dear old place—
a duck of a place, as the twins would
say—and I'm quite sorry there's a
Ave year limit for Methodist preach
ers. I should truly like to live right
here until I am old and dead."
Then she paused and bowed, and
smiled. She did not recognize the
bright-faced young woman approach
ing, but she remembered just in time
that parsonage people are marked
characters. So she greeted the
stranger cordially.
"You are Miss Starr, aren't you?"
the bright faced woman was saying.
"I am Miss Allen—the principal of the
high school, you know."
"Oh, yes," cried Prudence, thrust
ing forth her hand impulsively, "oh,
yes, I know. I am so glad to meet
you."
(To be continued.)
LITTLE BENNY'S
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BY USE PAPE
Me and Puds Simkins and Sam
Craw8s was going aiawng, and ail of
suddm Puds looked up in the air and
sed, Herray, serkus, serkus. And me
and Sam Crawss looked up, and heer
sum lady was setting on her 2nd story
window sill washing her,'window, set
ting so far out it was a wunder she
dident lose her ballents.
Serkus, serkus, sed me and Sam.
The greatest lady trapeze artist in
the werld, sed Puds.
Herray, yelled me and Sam.
She terns 3 dubble sumblesaults in
the air and catches the trapeze by her
nose, sed Sam.
Herray, yelled me and Puds.
She terns 8 back sumblesaults in the
air and catches the trapeze by her lit
tle toe nale, I sed.
Herray, yelled Puds and Sam.
And the lady jest kepp on setting up
there washing the window,as if she
dident heer enything, and me and Puds
and Sam started to jump erround eetch
uther making fases and yelling and
pertending we was the clowns, wich af-
ter we had did that a wile Sam sed, without going to neer the window, aiul
The grate lady trapeze artist will now then we kepp on going.
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Uncle Wigglly and the Mouse.
"Where are you going this morn
ing?" asked the ice cold lobster of
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old
gentleman rabbit, one day. "You look
as if you "were going out."
"I am going out," replied the rab
bit, as he hopped across the room of
the hollow stump hotel where he was
staying, and looked from the window.
"I am going out to walk up and down
the beach and see if I can find a pretty
shell. Won't you come with' me?"
"No, indeed, thank you," spoke the
lobster, as with a shiver and a shake
he crawled back under his warm
blanket again. "I have not yet gotten
over being kept on the cake of ice.
I will stay here and sleep, if y&u don't
mind."
"Do Just as you please," said Uncle
Wiggily kindly. 'As long as you are
with me you can do as you like. But
I'm going out after breakfast."
So the rabbit gentleman went down
to the dining room and the waiter
bird named William brought him dif
ferent things to eat, such as carrot§
and lettuce and a bit of turnip. Then
Uncle Wiggily washed his paws in the
linger bowl and went out on the beach.
He climbed over the boardwalk, which
runs along the front part of the ocean,
and was soon down on the sand.
"My!" he exclaimed. "This is a
fine day! My rheumatism is much bet
ter. I think I will write to Dr. Pos-
gum an( aB
him if I haven't been
here long enough. I am anxious to
get back to the chicken coop house
and see Charlie and Arabella Chick,
and the Wagtail goat children who
do such funny things."
Well, Uncle Wiggily was thinking
about this and looking out over the
ocean, when, all at once, he heard a
voice calling. Oh, it was such a little,
faint, far away sort of a squeaky voice
and it said:
"Oh, dear! I know I shall never get
to shore! I'll .surely be drowned! I
can't hold on much longer. My tail
is in the water now!"
"My! I wonder who that can be?"
exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "A, tail!
Gracious me sakes alive and the pussy
cat! I hope it isn't the bad alligator
with a hump on his tail. If it is I'd
better run away."
Still, as Uncle Wiggily was very
brave, he didn't want to run until he
saw something to run from. So once
more he looked carefully, over the
waves and he saw something long antf
black being tossed about on the water.
"Ha! I believe it is the bad alli
gator after all!" be exclaimed.
And just then the voice called again.
"Oh, save me! Save nlfe! Please
don't let me drown! This ocean water
is so salty that when it gets in my
eyes it makes me cry and when tears
go up my nose they make me sneeze!
Oh. save me!"
"Well," thought Uncle Wiggily. "I
don't want to see eveii a bad alligator
drown, but what can I do? How can
I save him?"
Then he happened to think that he
had a piece of strong cord in his pock
et. So he quickly took this piece of
string, tied a shell to it and threw it
toward the long, black tiling that was
tossing up and down on the waves.
"Catch hold of the cord and I'll pull
you up on the beach!" cried Uncle
Wiggily. "I'll save you! And then
I'll run away so the alligator can't
eat me," he whispered to himself.
"Oh, thank you ever so much!" sai$
the voice, and it was such soft,
gentle, squeaky sort of a voice that
the rabbit gentleman thought perhaps
maybe it wasn't the alligator after all.
So Uncle Wiggily began to pull in
turn 11 sumblesaults with one hand
and wash a window with the uther.
Herray, yelled me and Pudst The
lady jest keeping on washing the win
dow as if she was still deff.
She will now swing to the top of the
tent and hang there 40 minits by her
eyebrow, I sed.
Herray, yelled Puds and Sam.
Wich Jest then sumthin^came down
on us, being a lot of derty wattir, and
we quick ran out into the street and
looked up, and the lady was still wash
ing the window as if she hadent even
saw us yet. and me and Puds and Sam
pertended we was clowns wunts more,
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on the cord, for whoever was on the
long, black thing had hold of the oth
er end of the string. Closer and clos
er in Uncle Wiggily pulled the black
thing, until, all of a sudden, he saw
that it was a long piece of wood, like
part of a ship, and, clinging to it, was
a poor mouse, with his tail dragging
in the water.
"My goodness!" cried Uncle Wig
gily, surprised like. "Where did you
come from? You are just like Jollie
and Jillie Longtail and Squeaky-Eky,
the cousin mouse."
"I came from a long way off," said
the mouse. "I've been shipwrecked,
but I'm all right now, except that I'm
cold and wet."
"You poor thing!" cried the rabbit
gentleman. "You're cold just like the
lobster was. But I'll build a fire on
the beach and quickly warm you. I'll
soon have you on shore."
"Oh, how kind you are," replied the
mouse. So Uncle Wiggily gave the
cord a long, strong pull, and, the piece
of wood came up on the sand and tht
shipwrecked mouse was eaved.
But he was very cold, so Uncle Wig
gily quickly gathered up some drift
wood and made a fine fire on the
beach! Then the shipwrecked mouse
came close to it and soon he was nice
and warm.
"How did you get shipwrecked?"
asked the rabbit.
"Oh, I was away down in the bottom
part of a big ship, with a lot of my
friends," said the mouse. "There
came a great storm and the ship sank
and I jumped out of a window. Then
I crawled up on a piece of wood and
I've been floating around ever since,
waiting for some one to save fe. And
I haven't eaten in so long that I for
get when it was."
"Walt! Hold on a minute, if you
please!" suddenly exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily. "I have something for you!"
He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a bit of cheese. Itjbad been given
to him at the stump -hotel with, a slice
of apple pie, but the rabbit didn't care
for cheese so he saved it. He ate
the pie, however.
So he stuck this bit of cheese 'ton a
stick and toasted it in front of the fire
and the mouse cried:
"That smells most delicious."
"It will taste more delicious than it
smells," spoke Uncle Wiggily. Then
he gave the toasted cheese to the
mouse who ate It all up and Uncle Wig
gily roasted himself a carrot in the
fire and ate that—ate the carrot, not
the Are, I mean.
And then, all of a sudden, out from
the sea jumped a mermaid, who is a
lady with a tall like a fish, you
know.
"Oh, you Uncle Wiggily!" she cried
laughing and smiling. "I want you!'
She was just going to take the rab
bit dgwn under the water with her for
a jolte, you know, but, as soon as she
saw the mouse, the mermaid gave a
scream and ran away. Mermaids and
other ladies' are afraid of mice, you
remember. So it's a good thing the
mouse was there.
"My! You saved my life!'' cried
Uncle Wiggily, happy like.
"And you saved mine," said the
mouse, waving his tail.
So they were both happy, and shook
paws with each other, and, as the
mouse had no place to sleep, Uncle
Wiggily took it to the hotel with him
anrd now he had a mouse and a lobster
for company.
And, in the next story, if the snow
flake doesn't fall into the sugar bowl
and make the lemonade pitcher turn
a somersault, I'll tell you about Uncle
Wiggily and the stranded clam.
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Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sharp and son
John left Saturday for a visit in Bil
liiigs, Mont., with Mr. Sharp's sister
Mrs. May Hardgrove. Mr. Sharp will
return to his work in about a week but
his wife and son will spend several
weeks in the west.
Mrs. Robert De Camp left for her
home in Sigourney after a week's visit
at the parental D. Allman home.
Mrs. L. H. Wendt returned to 6t
tumwa after a few days' visit at the H.
R. Baker home.
John Slivers returned home Satur
day from an extended visit In Oska
loosa at the home of his daughter Mrs.
VVill Ayre.
Homer Rnth of Ottumwa was in the
citv on business Friday.
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BKATTTT BOOKS speak much of com
plexions and such matter, but little
about the profile. There is, alas! but
little fo be made from an indlftewnt
fe
Profiles tell character, tittle can be
done to change them
one. Profiles tell character like
character they are hard to change.
Plastic surgery can do wonders, of
course. Whoever is afflicted with a
profile that is a deformity, or a dis
figurement, can always go to one of
these men, and be almost made over.
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The Prettiest Profile
Why is the clown laughing?
bank stock subscribers held a meeting
at the Masonic hall Friday evening and
elected the following temporary board
of directors: Geo. W. Warren, Grant
Thomas, J. O. Baldwin, Chas. Shaffer,
Irvin Forrest, W. E. Aubry, Wm. Bray.
Bert Davis acted as chairman of the
mi
Meeting.
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On the steamer returning from
Europe last time, I hrossed with a
plastic surgeon who had been work
ing-in the battlefields. He told how
he and others had built on noses
where they had been shot off, had
made artificial jaws, had made cheek
bones, had sometimes patched and
restored almost entire faces and
had made the soldiers better looking
than before, except for scars on the
skin, for the noses they made were
Greek, and the chins were just tLe
classic proportion.
Such operations are expensive, but
by mo means dangerous to the worn
an who wants a disfigured profile
improved. But for her whose side
face is indifferently bad, there are a
few rules. If her nose is small, she*
should wear her hair back from the
cheeks if her cheeks are hollow, it
should come well over the ears If
her foreheau is high, the hair should
come down over it. If her chin re
cedes, she can take exercises for
etching the n?nk to lengthen the
chin line—exerciscs that also remove
a double chin.
If her mouth has a protruding up
per lip, likely the dentist can remove
the teeth that cause the displacement.
If her eyes are small, long lashes can
be cultivated, which will make the
eye appear more prominent
Questions and Answers
there anything to rent ore the sme'l of
perspiration from th« under crn hww
»nch thiniin come, hut have heard thrv .•»top
perspiratiun and that thcu are harmful,—
Ethel.
Reply—Yes, inanr such contain •whit.s
lead, which clogs thfi p'nrcs holding per
spiration back. This, of course, i:. harm
ful, though n-it to frs'.a! extent. Extreme
cleanliness, talcum powdar and sensible
clothes are better aids to avoid the sweatr
odor, than these.
What eo«I3 I (lo to cure scabs on the
scalp f—If. G.
Reply—Wash the scalp thoroughly, and
rub olive oii into it. If the scabs continue,
consult a hair specialist.
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R. B. Wells of Birmingham was In
the city Friday evening.
Gabe Daniels received word Saturday
afternoon that his daughter Beryl who
is in the hospital at'Ames,. was In a
very critical condition. He and his
daughter Miss Norman left on the'aft
ernoon train for Ames.
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