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Sunday—without mentioning names,
Sif course. She's very much gratified
Qltt we are so much interested In
$bch things. She thinks we're jure to
deaconesses, at the very least. But
iroi said she* wouldn't be a deacon
*he was going to be a Red Cross
turM and go to war. That stumped
Jra. Sears for a while, and then she
fppid' we could be Red Cross Deacon
iilM nurses."
1 won't," said Carol, "because the
ItiMconess uniforms aren't as stylish
the Red Cross nurses'. I think I'll
9k pretty fine in a white uniform
Jth a stiff little cap and a red cross
Eiijfli my arm. Red crosses make a very
retty decoration, don't you think
Key do, Lark?"
i, "What else did Miss Allen say at
Prudence demanded, leading
Nhe twins back to the subject
|"Wdl, one day she said—you know
||1m gives uplifting little moral talks
t^fltfte often, Prue. Sometimes she
us stories with inspiring points.
he's really a moral person, I be-
fti"And I'm honestly sorry she's a her
tic," said Carol, "for I do want to be
ieudly enough with her to ask if
ke uses anything on her complexion
to keep it so rose-leafy. If she does,
i^ll have some of it if it takes all my
|nsxt year's clothes!"
|?i': Lark laughed. Arose leaf com
rjtoxlon will be a poor substitute for
"Oh, tor goodness' sake, twins,
Mine back to Miss Allen. I am going
fight to her house this minute to
]Mk er about it, and explain—"
"She's the one to do the explaining
ifimn to me," said Carol belligerent
ly. "We've got to stick up for the
Mble, rue— It's our business.".
"And I don't think you should tell
jtor—It may hurt her feellngB," urged
Lark.
"Have heretics feelings?" queried
jl. "I suppose it's a feeling of—*"
"Carol! Will you quit talking for a
^jjtlirate! This is a serious matter. If
she believes all that nonsense, she's
j-no proper teacher and—and she'll
have to be put out of the high school.
if she doesn't believe it, she's a
martyr! I'm going to find out about it
St once. Do you want to come with
'1 should say not," said the twins
promptly.
1 "I (think you're very foolish to go at
an," added Lark.
"I wouldn't go for a dollar," de^j
vj elared Carol. "It'd be very interest
tag to see how a heretic- feels, but I
don't care to know how ordinary
Christians feel when they fall into
their hands. I'm not aching to see
Miss Allen tonight."
So Prudence set forth conscien
tiously in the darkness. A brave and
heroic thing for Prudence to do for
she was a cowardly creature at heart.
Miss Allen beard her voice in the
l( lower hall and came running down
4 stairs to meet her. "Come up," she
cried eagerly, "come on up."
And before Prudence was fairly in
•f'side the door, she demanded, "What
is it? Did you find out? Is it my
fault?"
Then Prudence blushed and stam
•fmered, "Why—it sounds—silly but—
they think you are a—heretic."
Miss Allen gasped. Then she laugh
ed. Then she walked to her dressing
(able and picked up a long hatpin.
4*Will you kindly jab this into me?"
^•he said. "I'm having a nightmare."
Pniaence explained in detail. At
first Miss Allen laughed, it must be
confessed. Then she grew very sober,
"ft really my fault," she said, "for
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CHAPTER V. (Continued.)
you know Mrs. Sean is our
fftonday school teacher, and she's al
J-way* hot on the trail of the higher
Exilities and heretics. She explained
lain about the—the nefarious system to
||i one Sunday. She says the higher
"ties try to explain away the bible
calling it allegory. So we were
&ady for Miss Allen there. And
^whenever anything came up at school,
ife would ask Mrs. Sean about it on
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PETEY WAS ASTONISHED TO HEAR IT
I should have remembered that young
people read a ton of meaning into a
pound of words. Of course, I am not
guilty, Miss Starr. Professor Duke
and Miss Adams can swear to that.
They call me Goody-goody. They say
I am an old fashioned apostle and
they accuse me of wanting to burn
them both at the stake! Now, sit down
and let me explain."
Prudence sat down. She was glad,
so glad, that this sweet faced, bright
eyed woman w«g an "ordinary Chris
tian" and not a "priest and a Levlte!"
"About the allegory business, it Is
very simple. Wihat I said was this—
The bible is full of allegory.' I did
not say, 'The bible is an allegory.' I
said the bible is full of allegory, and
so It is. The parables, for instance—
what are they? Do you see the dif
ference? But It is really more serious
about poor little Hattie Simpson. As
the twins told you, her parents are
atheists. Her father Is a load voiced,
bragging, boastful, coarse hearted fel
low. Hattie herself does not -know
what her parents believe, and what
they do not. She simply follows
blindly after them. She thinks she Is
an eyesore in Mount Mark because
of it. She, resents It bitterly, but she
feels the only decent thing for her to
do is to stand by her folks. Let me
tell you about our conversation. I
tried to make friends with her. for I
truly pity her. She has no friends, she
slinks about as though constantly
ashamed of herself. She trusts no
one, herself least of all. I tried to
draw her out and with partial success.
She told me how she feels about it
all. I said, Hattie, won't you let some
one—some minister, who knows how
—tell you about Christianity and ex
plain to you what Christians really
believe?" 'No,' she said passionately,
'I'll stand by my folks.' Then I saw
she was not ready yet. I said, 'Well,
perhaps it is just as well for the pres
ent, for you are too young now to
take any definite stand for yourself.
It is true,' I told her, 'that many
church members are not Christians,
and are bad immoral people—as your
father says. They are not Christians.
And it is true that many outside of
the church are good moral people—
but they are not Christians, either.'
And then I said, 'Don't worry your
head just now about whether people
are Catholics er Jews or Christians,
or what they are. Just try to love
everybody, and try to grow up to be
such a sweet, kind, loving woman that
you will be a blessing, to the world.
And what is more,' I said, 'do not
puzzle your head now about why
some believe the bible, and some do
not. Just wait. When you are older,
you shall go into things for yourself
and make your own decision.'
Prudence nodded. "I think you
were very sweet about it," she said.
"I wanted to win her confidence in
the hope that some time, a little later,
I myself may show her what Christ
is to us and why we love the bible.
But I did fight shy of the real point,
for fear I might anger her and put a
barrier between us. I just tried to
win her confidence and her love, to
pave the way for what I may be able
to do later on. Do you see? I have
had several talks with her, but she Is
not ready. She is just a child, 'stub
bornly determined to stand with her
folks, right or wrong. I am trying
now to cultivate the ground. I say
nothing to make her dislike or dis
trust me. I did not think of her tell
ing it to others—and telling it wrong!
Surely no one but the twins could
have read so much into it!"
"Well," and Prudence smiled, "you
know we are parsonage people! We
have to stick up for the bible, as Car
ol says."
"Oh, and about the bible reading,"
said Miss Allen suddenly, "I have
nothing to do with that. As you know,
there are Jews and Qptholics and
Christian Scientists andrevery branch
of Potestant represented in ojir little
school. The Jews and Christian Sci
entists are in a minority. The Jews
have always objected to bible read­
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fluential. With a Catholic teacher,
the Catholics were quite willing to
have it. With a Protestant teacher,
the Protestants were strong. for it.
But there was always friction—one
side objecting—so the school board
ruled it out entirely. I did not explain
this to the students. I did not want
our young people to know of th'e petty
bickering and scrapping going on
among tine elders in town. So I sim
ply said that hereafter we would dis
pense with the bible reading. But it
was the direct order of the board. I
argued against it, so did Professor
Duke, so did Miss Adams. But as it
happens, we are all three Presbyter*
lans! It did no good."
Then as Prudence rose to go home,
she asked eagerly, "Do you think the
twins will like me now?"
"I don't see how in the world they
can help It," declared Prudence, smil
ing "indeed, they admitted they were
only too anxious to lo?e you, but
couldn't honestly do so because they
had to stick up for the Bible! I am
so glad and relieved! This is the flret
time I have gone heresy hunting, and
1 was quite bowed down with the
weight of it. And if ever I can heflp
with poor little Hattie, will ,you let
me know? I must have the twins in
vite her to spend some Saturday with
us. That's the way I make the girls
like people—by being with them a
great, great deal."
Just before she said good night.
Prudence murmured hopefully, "I am
sorry it happened, but it will be a
good lesson for the twins. I am sure
that after this, they will be less ready
to listen to gossip, and more ready to
give one the benefit of a doubt It's
a great responsibility, this raising a
family. Miss Allen—and especially
twins!/'
CHAPTER VI.
An Admirer.
It must be remembered that Pru
dence did not live in a sheltered and
exclusive city home, where girls are
rigidly withheld from all unchaper
oned Intercourse with young men and
old. We know how things are man
aged in the "best homes" of the big
cities—glils are sheltered from inno
cent open things, and, too often, in
dulge in really serious amusements
on the quiet. But this was the middle
west, where girls are to be trusted.
Not all girls, of course, but as a mat
ter of fact, the girls who need watch
ing, Beldom get enough of it to keep
them out of mischief. Out in Iowa,
girls and boys are allowed to like each
other, and revel in each other's com
pany. And it is good for both.
Prudence was not a sentimental
girl. Perhaps this was partly due to
the fact that at the age when most
girls are head-full of boy, Prudence
was hands-full of younger sisters!
And when hands are full to overflow
ing, there is small likelihood of heads
being full of nonsense. Prudence
liked boys as she liked girli—that was
the end of it. Romance was to her a
closed book, and she felt no inclination
to peep between the covers. Soul
stirring had not come to her yet.
But Prudence was attractive. She
had that indescribable charm that car
ries a deep appeal to the eyes, and
lips, and the heart of men. Happily
Prudence herself did not realize this.
The first young man of Mount Mark
to yield to the charms of Prudence
was a serious-minded lawyer, nearly
ten years her senior. This was Just
the type of man to become enrap
tured with Prudence. He gazed across
at her solemnly during the church
service. He waited patiently after the
benediction until she finished her
Methodist' practise of hand-shaking,
and then walked joyously home with
her. He said little, but he gazed in
frank enchantment at the small wom
anly girl Reside him.
"He's n-' half bad, Fairy," Pru
dence we'-i confide to her sister
when they -v^re snug in their bed.
"He's not
half had
at all. But at heart,
he doesn't approve of me. He doesn't
know that himself, and I certainly
can't believe it is my duty to tell him.
But I am convinced that it is true. For
instance, he thinks every one, especial
ly women, should have a mission in
life, a serious, earnest mission. I told
him I didn't believe anything of the
kind—I think we are just supposed to
live along from day to day and do
what we can, and be happy, and not
say mean things about one another.
But he said he considered that I was
fulfilling the noblest mission a woman
could have. Now what do you reckon
he meant by that. Fairy? I've been
puzzling my brain over it for days
and days. Anybody can tell I am not
the sort of girl to have a mission!
Maybe he just said it to encourage
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OTTUMWA COURIER. THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1916
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UNCLE WIGGILT AND THE
OYSTER
It was a bright, beautiful day at
the seashore, where Uncle Wlgglly
Longears, the old gentleman rabbit,
had gone to get over the epizootic,
and, naturally, he thought he would
go for another long walk along the
beach, as he was in the habit, of
doing.
"Arent you afraid the bad sea Hon.
or a mermaid may chase after yon?"
asked the messenger boy mudturtle in
the hollow stump hotel, where Uncle
Wlgglly was staying.
"Oh, not at all, thank you," replied
the rabbit gentleman. "It is daylight
now, and there are policemen out on
the boardwalk. And, besides, there
are a great many animal people
around in those big baby-carriage
chalre, with wheels on, and they
would not let the sea Hon hurt me."
"But how can a rolling-chair stop
the sea lion from biting you?" asked
the mudturtle messenger, as he put a
letter on a silver plate, to take up to
an old lady rat who had her breakfast
in her room. "I don't understand
that, Uncle Wiggily."
bar-pole rheumatism crutch that Nurse
Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat lady,
"Oh! I didn't mean that that roll
ing-chair would roll over the sea lion,
and scare him if he bothered me," re
plied the rabbit gentleman. "What I
meant was that the animal people
riding on the boardwalk in the chairs
would get after him.
"There is one old goat gentleman
with very long horns, who rides
around in a big chair. "He is some
relation to Billie and Nannie Wagtail,
the goat children," Uncle Wlgglly
said, "and I'm sure if the sea lion
came after me while I was walking
along the beach, that this big goat
gentleman would tickle him with his
horns. Oh, I am perfectly safe in the
day time, thank you!"
"Yes, I suppose you are," replied
the mudturtle messenger. "But why
don't you try a ride in one of those
rolling chairs yourself?"
"I will, some day," said Uncle Wig
gily, and then he went out for his
walk. He asked the ice cold lobster
if he didn't want to come along, but
the lobster said he would rather stay
wrapped up in the warm blankets.
"Then you come," invited Uncle
Wiggily to the mouse that had been
shipwrecked, and whom he had saved.
"You comti with me."
"No, I have to gnaw a little hole in
the floor today," said the mouse. "I
can't come."
"My goodness me, sakes alive, and
a bushel of sawdust!' exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily. "Why are you going to
gnaw a hole In the floor, pray tell?"
"For practice," replied the mouse.
"Practice?" repeated Uncle Wig
gily. looking to see if any sand was
sticking to his red-whtte-and-hlue-bar-
me—he's a very encouraging sort of
man. He's very nice—oh, very nice,
indeed! But isn't it a nuisance to
have him tagging along home with
me, when I might be having a good
time with you and the twins, or
father? Can a girl tell a man she
prefers to go home with her family,
without hurting his feelings? Is there
any way to turn a person down with
out letting him know it? He's so nice
I wouldn't hurt his feelings for any
thing, but—it's such a bother! I'm
too young for beaus, and since I'm
never going to get married it's just a
waste of time."
(To be continued.)
IOWA'S HAY WILL
FEED ARMY HORSES
Des Moines, July 4.—The big hay
crop in Iowa has brought the buyer
for the allied armies of Europe to
Iowa to purchase hay. Some of it is
to be shipped to Russia. Nothing will
delay the shipments excepting inabil
ity to get wire of the proper size and
quality with' which to bale the hay.
The steel mills are too busy making
other things to produce this styl? of
wire. This was obtained -from the
best authority, including the buyer.
TO BUILD BRIDGE.
Clarinda. July 4.—A three-span con
crete double track bridge is to be con
structed over the West Nodaway river
near the Clarinda fair grounds at an
early date, to cost $25,000, says Mr.
Lawson, member of the board of super
visors of Page county.
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Well, he hadn't gone very far, and
he was thinking how much better he
felt, to be down at the seashore, and
he was looking at the waves wash
ing up on the beach, when, all of a
sudden, he beard a sorrowful voice
sighing and crying.",
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" cried the sor
rowful voice. "How miserable and un
happy I am!"
"My! I wonder who that oan bef
exclaimed Uncle Wlgglly. He looked
all around, but he couldnt see any one,
and then he heard the voice again.
This time it said:
"Dear Oh! How perfectly unhappy I
am!"
"There must be some one here!"
said Uncle Wiggily. "I wonder If it
can be that bad ^ea lion, burled under
the sand? I had better be careful,"
and he said this -last out loud.
"Oh, you don't need to be careful!"
said the voice again. "I am too miser
able to hurt any one, least of all you,
Uncle Wiggily, for I have heard about
you, and I like you very much."
"But who are you and wherp are
you?" asked the rabbit gentleman. "I
cant see you!"
"I am the sorrowful oyster," was the
answer, "and I am sitting on this
bunch of seaweed behind you."
Then Uncle Wiggily looked, and he
saw the oyster, and the poor thing was
very sorrowful. It had its shell open,
and was crying salt water tears.
"Why are you so sorrowful?" asked
Uncle Wiggily.
"Because I have no one to keep me
company!" was the answer. "You see,
I am an oyster with a pearl in my
shell, and, as none of my other friends
the common oysters, have any pearls
in them, they think I am proud and
stuck up, and they won't have anything
to do with me. But I am not proud at
all, and the only place I am stuck up
iswon this bunch of sea weed. I stay
here to keep out of the sand."
"And have you really a pearl in you?
asked Uncle Wiggily.
"Yes," said the sorrowful oyster, "I
have," and he showed the pearl to the
rabbit gentleman. It was a round
white stone, such as ladies wear in
their rings, like a diamond only It did
not Bparkle.
"Well, it is too bad to be sorrowful,"
said Uncle Wiggily, "but I think Lean
help you. I have an idea—•"
And Just then, as truly as I'm telling
you, a bad pincher crab popped up
from behind a stone, and tried to bite
Uncle Wiggily. But the sorrowful
oyster saw the crab, and in the twinkl
ing of a'Btar the oyster closed its shell
on the crab's nose and bit 1$ so that
the crawly animal was .glad to run
away, and not bother Uncle Wiggily
any more.
"Thank you very much," said the
gentleman rabbit to the oyster. "You
are very kind to me. You saved me
from being pinched."
"Pray do not mention it," replied the
oyster. "I am glad I could help some
one. You don't think me proud do
you?"
"No, indeed," replied the rabbit
gentleman, "and I was going to say
that I have a friend, the ice cold lob
ster. I will tell fim how sorrowful
and lonesome you are, and I'm sure he
will come and keep you company anil
talk to you."
"Oh! If he only would!" cried the
oyster, clapping his shell for Joy.
And the lobster did come, as soon
as Uncle Wiggily hurried to the hol
low stump hotel and told about the
poor lonesome oyster. The lobster
stayed with the sorrowful oyster for
many days, and soon the oyster was all
over being sorrowful so you see Uncle
Wlgglly did a good kind act, and this
teaches us that oysters are good for
something else than being put in soup.
And now, if the little boy sliding
down hill, doesn't knock off the old
gentleman's tall silk hat and scare the
grocery man's horse so that it steps in
the egg basket, I'll tell you next about
Uncle Wiggily and the rolling chair.
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stalk. "Why practice that sort of
thing?"
"Well, you see,' went on the mouse,
"it wULsooh be summer, and then I
will have to do lots of gnawing. You
know children have to practice their
muslo leasons, so they will be good
players, and so I have to praotkse my
gnawing lesson, so I will keep on be
ing a good gnawer. That is why I
cant come with you."
"I see," answered Uncle Wlgglly, so
he went for his walk alone.
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knows
that more than half her appeal lies
In her eyes. And she knows that eye
glasses detract from her physical ap
pearance, besides being much of a
trouble and worry.
Never rub the eyes—it harms the
vision
Singers, actresses, lecturers cannot
wear them—the necessary make-up
is In the way, of course, and the
Klare of footlights on the glass hides
the eyes entirely from those In the
audience.
The beautiful woman must not
have weak or near-sighted eyes, nor
eyes that squint up in strong light,
eyes that avoid looking directly into
the faces of others—people with wean
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sight have this tendency nor
blurred and sleepy eyes. Her sight
must be clear and sure, her eyes
wide and intelligent. How else can
those she speaks with guess the
charm of mind behind her eyes?
So she must take the best of care of
them. First of all, she must never
rub them. Rubbing the eyes tends
to flatten the eyeball, and vision de
pends upon the roundness of this eye
ball. When one ages, the sensitive
eyebalf flattens of itself, the lines of
vision do not focus as they should,
the eyes acquire a strained ex
pression.
One should wash the eyes as well
as the face. It is a sood habit to use
an eyechp each mornins. washing t'
eye clear from 'Sleep, and the dust
that might collect about the ed£-3
of the eye. The water should bo
pure, of~ course, as the water you
drink. A little boracic acid in it—
your druggist will tell you how much,
is excellent.
Thj'eye should be rested freqtient
ly too. Stop In your work every
ho cr so, Just for a moment, and
close the eyes tipht. Even put the
fingers lightly against them, enough
so the warmth can penetrate and
refresh them.
Questions and Answers
Your Beauty Chatt have alvfay* 4hter
ted me becauee they teach minify rather
than cotmetice and drugs. Note I am a
tchooI teacher, but the work makes me
nervous. I would Uke to be a beauty
•peciaUst—con you put me in the terry of
learning about it, how to find a position
and so onf—A. Teacher.
Reply—To be a successful beauty doctor,
you should take a course It. the act once
from aome well-known institute. Or, get
a position Is a well-known ftrm in aome
large city, and learn while you work.
Your pay will be poor, howe-ver. You
mutt learn shampooing, tbe values of mani
curing, pedicuring, artutlc' hair dressing,
massage, how to handle electric massage
machines, and many other things. Oaee jrou
have done io—yon are probably already
familiar with physiology—you should be
successful. .There Is a lot to lean, but
if you can establish ynurseM la a pretty
room somewhere in a fashionable quarter,
make yourself so attractive your custom
ers will have faith in what, you do tot
them—you will certainly make money. If
you wish more detailed information write
me privately.
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