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CHAPTER V. (Continued.)
Miss Allen was a young woman of
prenty-six, with clear kind eyes and
strong sweet mouth. She had about
jier that charm of manner which can
Italy be described as winsome woman
liness. Prudence gazed at her with
Open and honest admiration. Such a
jroung woman to be the principal of
high school in a city the size of
fount Mark! She must be tremen
lisly clever. But Prudence did not
lirigh. We can't all be clever, you
Hmow. There must be some of us to
dmire the rest of us!
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The two walked along together,
hatting sociably on subjects that
leant nothing to either of them. Prea
atly Miss Allen stopped, and with a
ictful wave of ber hand, said light-
"This Is where I am rooming. Are
In very great hurry this after
i? I should like to talk to you
boat the twins. Will you come In?"
Th« spirits of Prudence fell earth
%ard with a clatter! The twins! What
ever had they been doing now?
She followed Miss Allen Into the
rase and up the stairs with the Joy
[«lite quenched in her heart. She did
iot notice the dainty room into which
Ikhe was conducted. She ignored the
Offered chair, and with a dismal face
iurned toward Miss Allen.
"Oh, please. What have they been
rfngf Is It very awful?"
Miss Allen laughed gaily. "Oh, sit
ijtowa and don't look so distressed. It's
inothing at all. They haven't been do
ling anything. I Just want to discuss
Ihenf on general principles, you know,
it's my duty to confer with the par
its and guardians of my scholars."
iEOtneneely relieved, Prudence sank
lown in the chair and rocked comfort
ably to and fro a few times. General
principles—ah, blessed words!
•«I suppose you know that Carol is
lite the Idol of the high school al
Iwady. She is the adored one of the
ifelace. You see, she is not mixed up
any scholastic rivalry. Lark is one
the very best in her class and there
is Intense rivalry between a few of the'
freshmen. But Carol is out of all that
frnfl every one is free to worship at her
Shrine. She makes no pretensions to
tand first."
-a *Ts she very stupid?" Prudence was
disappointed. She did so want both of
|ier twins to shine.
"Stupid! Not a bit of it. She is a
frery good scholar, much better than
the average. Our first pupils, includ
ing Lark, average around ninety-six
j|nd 'seven. Then there are others
Ranging between ninety and ninety
four. Carol is one of them. The fairly
Jgood ones are over eighty-five and the
.fairly bad ones are over seventy-live,
mnA the hopeless ones are below that.
uThls is a rough way of showing how
they stand. Lark is a very line schol
kr, really the best in the class. She
not only makes good grades, she
grasps the underlying significance of
her studies. Very few freshmen, even
among the best, do that. She 1b quite
Exceptional. We hope to make some
thing very big and fine of Larkie."
Prudenoe'B eyes shone with mother
ly pride. She nodded, striving to make
her voice natural and matter of fact
jm she answered, "Yes, she is bright."
"She certainly is! Carol Is quite
different, but she is so sweet spirited
,and'vivacious and—unsnobbish, if you
know what that means—that every
one in high school, and even the gram
mar grade children, idolize ber. She
Is very witty, but her wit Is always in
nocent and kind. She never hurt's
Anyone's feelings. And she Is never
•impertinent. The professors are as
crasy about' her as the scholars—for
give the slang. Did the twins ever
tell you what happened the first day
of school?"
"No—tell me." Prudence was clear
ly very anxious.
"I shall never forget It. The fresh
men were sent Into the recitation
room to confer with Professor Duke
About text books, etc. Carol was one
•M the first in the line as they came
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out. She sat down in her seat in the
first aisle with one foot out at the
side. One of the boys tripped over It.
'Carol,' said Miss Adams gently, *you
forgot yourself, didn't you?' And Car
ol's eyes twinkled as she said, 'Oh, no,
Miss Adams, if I had I'd still be in the
recitation room.' Miss Adams
laughed but Prudence's eyes were
agonized.
"How hateful of her!"
"Don't the twins tell you little
things that happen at school—like
that, for instance?"
"Never! I supposed they were per
fectly all right."
"Well, here's another. Twice a
week we have talks on First Aid to
the Injured. Professor Duke conducts
them. One day he tusked Ciarol what
she would do if she had a very severe
cold and Carol said, 'I'd soak my feet
in hot water-and go to bed. My sister
makes me.' Miss Allen laughed
again, but Prudence was speechless.
"Sometimes we have talks on nor
mal work, practical informal discus
sions. Many of our students will be
country school teachers, you know.
Miss Adams conducts these normal
hours. One day she asked Carol what
she would do if she applied for a
school and was asked by the directors
to write a thesis on student discipline,
that they might Judge of her ability
by it. Carol said, 'I'd get Lark to write
it for me.'
Even Prudence laughed a little at
this, but she said,
l'Why
don't you
scold her?"
"We talked it all over shortly after
she entered school. Miss Adams did
not understand Carol at first and
thought she was a little impertinent.
But Professor Duke and I stood firm
against even mentioning it to her. She
is perfectly good natured about it. You
know, of course, Miss Starr, that we
really try to make individuals of our
students. So many, many hundreds
are turned out of the public schools
all cut on one pattern. We do not like
it. We fight against it. Carol is dif
ferent from others by nature and we're
going to keep her different if possible.
If we crush her individuality, she will
come out Just Jike thousands of oth
ers—all one pattern! Miss Adams is
as fond of Carol now as any one of us.
You understand that we could not let
impudence or impertinence pass un
reproved, but Carol is never guilty
of that. She is always respectful and
courteous. But she is spontaneous
and quick witted and we are glad of it.
Do you know what the students call
Professor Duke?"
"Professor Duck," said Prudence
humbly. "But they mean it for a com
pliment. They really admire and Hke
him very much. I hope he does not
know what they call him.''
"He does! One day he was talking
about the nobility system in England.
He explained the difference between
dukes, and earls, and lords, etc., and
told them who Is to be. addressed as
Your Majesty, Your Highness, Your
Grace and so on. Then he said, 'Now
Carol, if I was the king's eldest son,
what would you call me?' And Carol
said, 'I'd still call you a Duck, Pro
fessor—it wouldn't make any dlffei*
ence to me.'
Prudence could only sigh.
"One other time he was illustrating
phenomena. He explained the idea
anti tried to get one of the boys to
mention the word—phenomenon, yoXi
know. The boy couldn't think of it.
Professor gave three or four illustra
tions and still the boy couldn't re
member It. "Oh, come now,' profes
sor said, finally, 'something unusual,
something very much out of the ordi
nary! Suppose you should see a black
bird running a race down the street
with a sparrow, what would you call
it?' The boy couldn't imagine, and
professor said, 'What would you call
that, Carol?' Carol said, 'A bad
dream.'
Prudence smiled wearily.
"Sometimes we have discussions of
moral points. We take turns about
conducting them and try to stimulate
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their interest In anch things. We
want to make them think, every one
for himself. One day Professor Duke
said, 'Suppose a boy in this town has
a grudge against yon—unjust and un
fair. You have tried one thing after
another to change his attitude. But
he continues to annoy and inconveni
ence and even hurt you, on every occa
sion. Remember that you have tried
every ordinary way of winning his
good will. Now what are you going
to do as a' last resort?' Carol said, 'I'll
tell papa on him.' Miss Allen laugh
ed again, heartily. 'It does have a
disturbing effect on the class, I ad
mit, and often spoils a good point, but
Professor Duke calls on Oarol every
time he sees her eyes twinkle! He
does it on purpose. And Miss Adams
is nearly as bad as he. One day she
said, 'Suppose you have unintention
ally done something to greatly irritate
and inconvenience a prominent man in
town. He knows you did it, and he Is
very angry. He is a man of sharp
temper and disagreeable manners.
You know that he will be extremely
unpleasant and insulting if you go ta
him with explanations and apologies.
What are you going to do?' 'I think
I'll just keep out of his way for a few
weeks.' said Carol soberly."
"I hope she doesn't talk like that to
you, Miss Allen."
Instantly Miss Allen was grave.
"No, she does not, I am so sorry."
Leaning forward suddenly, Bhe said,
"Miss Starr, why do the twins dislike
me?".
"Dislike you!" echoed Prudence.
"Why, they do not dislike you! What
in the world makes you think—"
"Oh, yes indeed they do—both of
them. Now, why? People generally
like me. I have always been popular
with my students. This is my second
year here. Last year the whole high
school stood by me as one man. This
year, the freshmen started as usual.
After one week, the twins changed. I
knew it instantly. Then other fresh
men changed. Now the whole class
comes as near snubbing me as they
dare. Do you mean to say they have
never told you about it?"
"Indeed they have not. And I am
sure you are mistaken. They do like
you. They like everybody."
"Christian tolerance, perhaps,"
smiled Miss Allen ruefully. "But I
want them to like me personally and
intimately. I can help the twins. I
can do them good, I know I can. But
they won't let me. They keep me at
arm's length. They are both dear, and
I love them. But they freeze me to
death! Why?"
"I can't believe It!"
"But It is true. Don't they talk of
their professors ^t home at all?"
"Oh, often."
"What do they say of us?"
"Why, they say Miss Adams is a
perfectly sweet old lamb—they do not,
mean to be disrespectful. And they
say Professor Duke is the, dearest
duck! They almost swear by 'Profes
sor D.uck'!"
"And what do they say of me?"
Prudence hesitated, thinking hard.
"Come now, what do they say? We
must get to the bottom of this."
"WJiy, they have said that you are
very pretty, and most unbelievably
smart."
"Oh! Quite a difference between
sweet old lamb, and the dearest duck,
and being very pretty and smart! Do
you see it?"
(To be continued.)
How to Cure Colds.
Avoid exposure and drafts. Eat right.
Take Dr. King's New Discovery. It
kills and destroys the cold germs. All
druggists.
LITTLE BENNY'S
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BY LEE PAPE
THE PARK AVE. NEWS.
The weather. More or less.
Big Ixplosion. There was a big
bang last Thersday and all the fellog
ran erround the corner thinking may
be it was sumboddy shooting sumbody
elts, and it was a man with a punksure
in one of his back wheels.
Wy is a bottle of red ink like the
brake on a huckster waggin? On ac
count of the stopper. Joak.
Spoarts. A new kid moved in the
corner house last week, looking as if
he mite be a good one to get on the
baseball teem, on account of his
lawng legs and diffrent things, but
wen Captain Reddy Merfy went er
round to ask him he saw him up in
OTTUMWA COURIER, SATURDAY, JULY 1, 1916
The Courier's Magazine and Home Page
Children's
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CLAM.
When Uncle Wiggily came into the
hollow stump hotel, with the ship
wrecked mouse that he had saved, the
ice cold lobBter who was reading a
newspaper In a parlor rocking chair
saw the rabbit gentleman and called
out:
"Whom have you there?"
"A poor mouse, that I saved from the
ocean," replied Uncle Wiggily. "He is
going to stay with us for awhile."
"Ha!" exclaimed -the lobster, "does
he snore?"
"No, I am sorry to say I do not
snore," replied the mouse, wiggling his
long tail. "But if you want me to learn
I think—"
"No! No! For mercy sakes don't, I
beg of you!" cried the lobster. "I am
so glad you don't snore. I can't sleep
in the room with a person who snores. I
Do you walk in your sleep?"
"I never have," replied the mouse,'
"but if you want me perhaps I can."
"I wouldn't have you do it for six
worlds," said the lobster, excited like
"But do you talk in your sleep?"
"I never have."
"Then pray, don't begin. I think we'
shall get along nicely together ity y.ou
do not snore, walk or talk in your
sleep."
"I hope so, I'm sure," jeplied Uncle
Wiggily, politely.
So that is how the mouse came to
live at the hotel. He had a warm
blanket, in the corner of the room op
posite from where the lobster slept,
and Uncle Wiggily had his own bed,
for lie had rheumatism, you know.
One morning, when the sun was
shining on the ocean waves, making
them sparkle like silver the rabbit
gentleman took his crutch and started
"Don't you want to come along?" he
asked the mouse and the lobster.^ "I
am going for a walk on the beach."
"I would like to," said the mouse.
"And I believe I would, also," spoke
the lobster.
The mouse tied his tail in a knot or
two, so that it would not drag on the
sands and get full of pebbles, and the
lobster started off backwards, for i«
was easier for him to go that way, and
pull hiB heavy claws after him, than
it was to go frontwards and push them.
"All ready, now!" exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily, and away they went. But it
was not as easy as you would think.
Oh, my, no and some salt water taffy
besides!
For, asthe lobster was always walk
ing backwards, he could not very well
see where he was going, and he was
all the while bumping into different
things. Onee he bumpe$ into the
boardwalk and the next time into a
post, and opce he went right up
against a big stone, but he didn hurt
it very much.
Then, too, the mouBe had trouble.
The knot in his tail kept catching in
sticks and stones, and on nails in the
boardwalk, and then he would have
to stop and unfasten it.
"My! This will never do!" exclaimed
Uncle Wiggily, with a Jolly laugh. "We
•will never get anywhere at this rate.
I think I know what to do. Untie the
knot in your tall, Mr. Mouse."
"If I do, my tail will drag in the sand
and get all full of stickers," replied
the mouse.
"No, I think I can fix it. Mr. Lob
ster, you take hold of the mou'Bie's tail
in your claw and—"
"But please don't pinch me!" cried
the mouse, worried like.
"I wouldn't pinch you for the world,
exclaimed the lobster.
"No, he will hold your tail very
gently," went on Uncle Wiggily, "and
you can walk frontwards. You can
then see where you are going, and you
can lead the lobster, so that he wont'
bump into things. At the same time
your tail will be held up out of the
sand and you won't have to tie It in a
the 2nd story window darning stock
ings, and came rite back and reported
"unfavorebly.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT
THAT!
Pome by Skinny Martin.
The bee is a wild inseck,
And the fly is a inseck tame,
And the thousand legger can have 40
sprained ankles
And get there jest the same!
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knot that will always catch on things."
"Good!" cried the mouse.
"Pine!" exclaimed the lobster, and
so they did as Uncle Wiggily told
them to. Then they got along very
well, indeed, the mouse leading the
lobster .who had hold of the mousie's
tail, and it was not long before they
were quite a distance from the hollow
stump hotel, walking on the sand near
the ocean waves.
All of a sudden, just as they turned
around a corner by a big stone, the
three friends heard a voice, crying:
"OJh, I'll never get back! I'll never
get back! Oh, what shall I do? Oh, if
only I had Uncle Wiggily here!"
"Hark!" cried the mouse. "Did you
hear that?"
"Indeed, I did." replied the rabbit
gentleman, twinkling his nose.
"Whoever it is, he wants you,"
spoke the lobster in a cold and shiv
ery voice. "Maybe it is the bad alli
gator, or the bad bear, or some of
those other animals of whom you have
told me."
'I' guess we'd better be going
back," 'said the rabbit gentleman. So
they turned around and just then the
voice called again:
"Oh, will no one save me?"
"Some one wants to be saved," said
the mouse, making his whiskers
shake.
"Then I'm going to save them!"
cried Uncle Wiggily. "I' must be
brave."
So, though th4 mouse and the lob
ster tried to hold him back. Uncle
Wiggily went forward, and there, on
the sand, he saw a poor, stranded
clam—stranded you know means
stuck. Y$p, there was the clam, high
up on the sand, stuck fast
"Oh, ^hat is the matter?" asked
Uncle Wiggily and when the' house
and lobster saw that there was noth
ing of which to be afraid, they came
up also.
"Oh,", answered the clam, "I swam
too near the shore, not minding my
mamma, as I ought to have done. A
wave washed me up here and now the
tide has gone down leaving me high
and dry on the sand, and I can't get
back into the ocean where I belong.
I'm fraid some one may come along
and eat me, for I can't move by my
self, you know. I have to be in wat
er."
"Oh, we'll help you," said Uncle
Wiggily, so with his crutch he tried
to roll the clam back into the ocean,
but the clam was so hard and slippery
that the crutch slipped out from under
his shell every time. That plan didn't
wrok, so the mouse let the clam take
hold of Its tail, and then Mr. Mouse
tried to pufl the/ clam back Into the
water. But the mouse wasn't strong
enough, even though the clam didn't
pinch his tall hard at all.
"Oh, I'll never get back into the
ocean!" cried the clam.
"Yes, you will," said the lobster sud
denly. "If you can't get into the
ocean, I'll bring the ocean to you."
Then, with his strong claws the lob
ster dug along channel, or little ditch,
in the sand, right down to the edge
of the waves.
Then the water ran up that' ditch
until it came to where the clam was
stranded and the clam was soon afloat
and all right after that, and no one
could catch him.
"Thank you all, ever so much, and
Uncle Wiggily most especially," said
the clam, as he settled down in his
ocean bed to go to sleep. For if you
hadn't brought the lobster to me I'd
still be stranded."
Then the clam went to sleep and
the three friends walked along the
beach, very happy that they had help
ed some one. And In the next story, in
case the doll's front tooth doesn't fall
out and bite a hole in the orange so
that it squeals like a little pig, I'll tell
you about Uncle Wiggily and the
twinkling starfish.
the, sercus perrade was going by, and
he was allowed to go home, and wen
the rest of us got out he was standing
outside waiting to tell us about the
perrade. It Is tbawt that the next time
there is a perrade dooring skool hours,
everybody will get sick together.
Sisslety Notes. Miss Mary Watkins
and Miss Lilly Levy went for a short
but enjoyable ride on the back step
of Mr. Dydigs huckster waggin until
thare mothers saw them and made
them dismount.
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growth of new hair?"
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brush keeps the lustre in false hair
This is still an important ques
tion with women, though not as
Important as it was some years ago.
The exaggerated styles thfh m,ade
false hair almost a necessity to all
women, except those few endowed
with textra thick tresses.
There is nothing wrong in the
wearing of false hair, so long, as
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hair any good, bmt It will not hurt
it, so long as the false switch
doesn't heat the scalp.
Of course, It natare wanted you
to have a yard or so of hair, she
would likely hav* allowed your
present stock to grow that long,
but if the scalp Is not healthy
enough to support so much, then it
is better to pile only the real and
small amount on top of It.
Pads and such things, of course,
are harmful—and, quite as bad, out
of date. The present coiffure keep3
the hair closely to the head, with
out any addition in the way of
false locks, except to make a thick
knot at the back of the head, or to
add a cluster of curls In some artis
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have the switch or puffs made from
your own combings. Then you will
be sure that the luatre, quality and
color are the same as the growing
locks. Besides, this way' costs less
than half what a switch of real hair
would oost.
And keep the switch scrupulously
clean. You cannot wash It as much
as you can your own hair, for tlidre
is no supply of oil for this. Keep
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a drop or two of line oil to the
brush to keep up the lustre of the
switch.
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