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CHAPTER VI. (Continued.)
And Fairy screamed with laughter,
told Prudence she must solve her
own problems! And Prudence, unwill
ing to give offense, and preferring
self-sacrifice, endured his company un
til a gay young college lad slipped in
ahead of him. "First come, first
Mrred," was the motto of heartless
Prudence, and so she tripped com
fortably away with "Jimmy," laugh
ing at his silly college stories, and
never thinking to give more than a
parting smile at the solemn face left
After Jimmy came a grocery clerk
rnamed Byron Poe Smith, and after
him somebody else, and somebody else,
and somebody else. And Prudence
^continued to laugh, and thought it
""awfully amusing, Fairy, but I keep
wondering what you and the twins
fare laughing about!"
But it was Fairy herself who brought
real disturbing element into the life
_,Of Prudenoe. One of the lightest-
I minded college men, had been deeply
s- smitten by the charms of dignified
Fairy. He walked with her, and talk
fad with her—this young man was a
great deal of a talker, as so patheti
cally many oollege men are! He plan
ned many little expeditions and en
tertainments for her amusement, and
his own happiness. His name was
IJtagdle Babler.
"Oh, he talks a lot," said Fairy
Molly, "but he certainly shows one a
time, and that's the point, you
owl"
She came'in from college one after
Dooil and rattled off this little tale
to Prudence:
i« "A few of us were on the campus to
!*ay. and we decided to go down the
ereek tomorrow afternoon and take
suppers. There'll be Ellen Stark,
and Georgia Prentiss, and myself. And
the boys will be Tom Angell, and
Frank Morris, and Eugene Babler.
And Professor Ray burn was there
/When we were talking about it, and so
^re asked him to go along, but we
told blm he must take a girl. And he
•aid, 'I wonder if your sister wouldn't
£0? I have only met her once, but
perhaps on your recommendation,
Miss Fairy and he paused with
rarid,
a breath in the air, Inquiringly. So
•Do you mean Prudence, or one
iff\
of the twins?' He smiled very kind
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and said, 'I mean Prudence.' I said
I was sure you would go, and so you'll
have to do it. It's a great honor,
Prue, for all the upper-class girls, and
••an the unmarried women on the
^f^.Fac. are crazy about him. He's so
aloof, you know, and very intelligent.
I swelled with pride at the public
tribute to the parsonage!"
"Professor Rayburn! Of the Fac.!"
gasped Prudence. "Oh, I'm sure he
didn't mean me, Fairy. You must
have misunderstood him. Why, I
wouldn't know what to say to a pro
fessor, you know! What is his line?"
"Bugs!" cried Fairy. "He's the bi
ology man. And this is his first year
here, and he's very brilliant—they
say! I'm no authority on bugs my
self. But anyhow every one just
graves about him and he showed very
plainly that he was anxious to get ac
quainted with you, so you'll have to
go."
"But bugs!" wailed Prudence.
"What do I know about bugs! Will he
expect me to know how to divide
tbem—separate them, you know—'
"I suppose you mean dissect them,
"you poor child," screamed Fairy.
"Divide bugs! If professor could hear
(..you now, Prue, he would be sadly
disillusioned. You must just trot up'
stairs and get one
of
the twins' biol­
ogy books and cram up a little. He
won't expect you
to
be an advanced
buggist. He can give you points him
self. Men do love
to
have girls ap­
peal to their superior knowledge and
be admiring and deferent. Maybe he
will 'divide one' for you if you ask
r.him 'please.'
"I won't do it," declared Prudence.
"I don't like bugs anyhow, and—why,
the very pictures of them in the
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twins' books make me nervous. I
won't do it. You can just tell him
I don't feel qualified to go."
"You've got to go," said Fairy
sternly, "for I said you would, and
he's counting on it. He's going to
phone you thiB afternoon and ask you
himself. You've got to go."
At that instant, the telephone rang.
"There's professor!" cried Fairy.
"You tell him you are just delighted
to go, and that you are so interested
in bugs!"
With a flushed face, Prudence took
down the receiver. "Hello," she said,
"this is the parsonage."
And then, a second later, she said,
"Yes, tbiB is Prudence."
After that she stdod silent for some
little time, with Fairy crouched beside
her, trying to hear.
Then spoke Prudence. "Yes, Fairy
has been telling me. And it's very
kind of you,' indeed, and I know I
would enjoy it. But as I was telling
Fairy, I don't kno^ a thing about
bugs and I don't like them anyhow,
60 I'm afraid you would find me rather
stupid."
Fairy was striving to get a hand
over her sister's lips to stem the
words, but Prudence eluded her.
They were both somewhat astounded
at the great peal of laughter which
came over the telephone.
"Good! That's just what I was hop
ing for! You couldn't have said any
thing that would give me greater
pleasure. Then shall I come around
with Babler, for you and your sister,
about 1 o'clock?—Oh, that is very
kind of you, Miss Starr. Good-by!
Don't cultivate an interest in bugs be
tween now and tomorrow, for my
sake!"
The girls looked at each other
doubtfully when the receiver was once
more on its hook.
"I'm afraid he's laughing at me,"
said Prudence questioningly.
"I should hope so," cried Fairy.
"What in the world did you say that
for? Couldn't you have pretended to
be interested? Professor likes wom
en to be dignified and intellectual and
weep, and—"
"Then why on earth did he ask me
to go?" demanded Prudence. "Any
one could tell to look at me that I'm.
not dignified and Intellectual and
deep, and—"
"And I know he admired you. for
he was so eager when he asked about
you. Think how grand it would be
to speak of 'my sister, Mrs. Professor
Rayburn,' and—"
"Don't be, silly, Fairy. If I was go
ing to marry anybody, which I am
not, I hope you do not think for one
minute that I'd marry a buggist!
Gracious! Goodness! I've a notion not
to go a step! I'll call him up and—"
But Fairy only laughed.
And after all, Prudence looked for
ward to the little outing in the glori
ous October woods with eager antici
pation. It was seldom indeed that
she Indulged in merfy-making away
from the parsonage. Yet she was
fond of gaiety. Long before 1 o'clock
on that eventful day she was ready.
And her face was so bright and her
eyes so starry that placid self-satis
fied Fairy felt a twinge of something
like envy.
"You look like a creature from an
other world, Prue," she said. "If Pro
fessor Rayburn has any sense in his
boneB
he will fall dead in love with
fou—bugs or no bugs!"
"People do' not have sense in their
bones, Fairy, and—and—shall I say
professor, or just plain Mister?"
"Professor, I suppose—every one
calls him professor."
"Then I shall say Mister," said Pru
dence. "It will be so hard to enjoy
myself if I keep remembering that he
teaches bugs! I might as well be at
school. I shall say Mister."
And she did say "Mister," and she
said it so sweetly and looked up into
Professor Rayburn's face so brightly,
and with happiness so evident and so
girlish, that the staid professor felt
a quick unaccountable throbbing down
somewhere beneath his coat. He did
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look eager! There was no doubt of It.
And he looked at Prudence, continu
ously.
"Just like ordinary men, isn't he?"
whispered Fairy to Eugene Babler—
called "Babbie," for shoct ana for hu
miliation—for he enjoyed the reputa
tion of being a "talker" even among
college men!
The three young couples struck off
briskly down the road, creek-ward,
and Prudence followed sedately with
her professor.
"Fairy says it was perfectly dis
gusting of me to tell you I didn't know
anything about bugs," she said com
fortably. "But I thought maybe you
were one of those professors who like
one thing so much they can't be in
terested in anything else. And I want
ed to warn you. But I guess you
aren't that kind, after all?"
"Oh, no, indeed," he assured her
fervently, looking deep Into her blue
eyes. "I like bugs, it Is true. But
really I like other things, one thing
at least, much better."
"Is it a riddle?" she inquired. "Am
I supposed to guess?"
"It isn't a riddle, but you may
guess. Think hard, now! It's a seri
ous matter. Please don't say 'food.'
"If I get below seventy will I be put
down a grade?" she aBked. Then with
intense solemnity, "I guess girls."
They laughed together, youthfully.
"You are right," he said.
And with a sigh of relief, Prudence
answered, "That's the first time I
ever got a hundred in anything in my
life. I was very much accustomed to
eighties when I was in school. I am
very common and unbrilliant." she
assured him. "Fairy says you are
perfectly horribly clever—"
She glanced up when she heard his
exclamation, and laughed at bis rue
ful face. "Oh, that isn't Fairy's ex
pression. She thinks brilliant and
clever people are just adorable. It is
.only I who think them horrible." Even
Prudence could se that this did not
help matters. "I—I do not mean
that," she stammered. "I am sure
you are very nice Indeed, and we are
going to be good friends, aren't we?
But I am sujeh a dunce myself that I
am afraid of real clever people. They
are so superior. And so uninterest
ing, and—oh, I do not mean that
either." Then Prudence laughed at
her predicament. "I may as well give
it up. What I really mean is that
you are so nice and friendly and in
teresting that I can hardly believe you
are so clever. You are the nicest
smart person I ever saw—except my
own family, I mean." She smiled up
at him deliciously. "Does that make
it square?"
"More than square," he said. "You
are too compliipentary. But the only
thing that really counts today is
whether* we are going to be real good
friends, as you suggested. RVe are,
aren't we? The very best ana closest
of friends?"
"Yes," agreed Prudence, dimpling.
"I like men to be my friends—nice
men, I mean. But it isn't always safe.
So. many start out to be good friends
and then want to be silly. So a girl
has to be very careful. But It's per
fectly safe with you, and so we can
be the very best of friends. I won't
need to be watchful for bad symp
toms."
(To be continued.)
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Pop was leening back In the morris
chare smoaking, and ma was looking
at the paper, and she sed, How ridick
iliss, this abserd worship of welth,
look at this pickture of Rockinfeller,
wy, if it wasent for his old money, no
body wood ever of herd of him.
I bleeve your rite, sed pop, and if it
wasent for Lillian Russets bewty or
CaruBOS voice, thare names wood sig
nerfy absolootly nuthing, but jest the
same its ony old human nature to feel
like terning erround to stare after a
man jest because hes got intirely to
mutch money, wy, if I had a million
dollars jest think how mutch more in
sisting I wood be.
Wat nonsents, sed ma, you woodent
be a speck more intristing to me, car
ackter is wat counts with me, not
money, a billion dollars woodent have
eny more infiooents with me than 25
sents.
Speeklng of mixed sums of money
reminds me that I made an extra 50
dollars this week out of a little deal,
sed pop.
O Willyum, reely, sed ma.
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE ROLL
ING CHAIR.
"Oh my! Ouch! Wow! double-ubble
Wow!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as
he awakened in his room in the
stump hotel one morning, down at the
sea shore. "Wow-fow!"
"Oh dear me! What Is the trouble?"
asked the mouse, who "had been saved
from the shipwreck. The ice cold
lobster, you remember was keeping
company with the sorrowful oyster, so
he wasn't there. "What seepns to be
the trouble, Uncle Wlgglly?" asked
the mouse,
There is no seeming about it," an
ewered the old gentleman rabbit. "It
is real trouble all right. I have th#
rheumatism so very bad that I can
hardly move."
"That certainly is trouble," agreed
the mouse. "Perhaps if I rub some
salver on the places where it hurts
that will make you feel better."
"Perhaps," said Uncle Wiggily. "Oh
my! Ouch! Wow!" for just then he
moved on« of his ears too far, and the
pain hurt him very much. You see
he had the rheumatism all over him,
even in his ears.
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And so that is how it was arranged.
So the mouse rubbed some salve on
him, and fhough it did a little good,, flippity-flop
the pain was still there, and the old
gentleman rabbit thought he would
have to send for Dr. Possum.
"How would you like Grandfather
Goosey Gander to come over from his
hotel and keep you company?" asked
the mouse, after Uncle Wiggily had
had his breakfast in hiB room. The
old gentleman goose was also spend
ing a week or so at the sea shore, you
know.
"I believe I would like to see Grand
father Goosey," said Uncle Wiggily,
"though I have the rheumatism so
bad that I'm afraid I can't even move
the checkers about on the board if he
should want to have a game."
"Oh, I can make the moves for you,"
said the mouse kindly, so the messen
ger mudturtle boy telephoned for I
Grandfather Goosey Gander, and soon
the old gentlemah goose, and the old
gentleman rabbit were playing check
ers in Uncle Wlggily's room, with the
kind shipwrecked mouse to make the
moves for him.
"How do you feel now, Uncle Wig
gily?" asked Grandfather Goosey, after
a while.
"Not much better," he replied.
"Ouch! Wow!" That time he had hap
pened to move his other ear too far,
and it pained him very much.
"I tell you what it is," said Grand
father Goosey, "I believe it would do
you good to get out in the sunshine,
on the board walk."
"Oh, it's all right to talk about the
board wdlk," said Uncle Wiggily, "but
I am so crippled with rheumatism to
day that I can't walk even if the
boards' can. What about that eh?"
"I didn't mean for you to walk,"
spoke Grandfather Goosey. "I meant
to get in one of those big wheeled
chairs and have a messenger boy dog
push you along. I'll come with you.
We'll get a double chair and have a
good time together."
"That will be just the thing," said
the mouse, "and then I can walk along,
beside the chair and make the checker
moves for you."
"That's so!" exclaimed Uncle Wig
gily, "we can play checkers, as we
Yep, sed pop.
Wy do you sit back there so uncom
fortably, wy dont you put a pillow
back of your hed, sed ma. And she
brawt a pillow over and put it in back
of pops hed, saying, Is that better,
well, well, tell me about the 50 dol
lars.
If 50 got me this pillow, jest think
of wat a million wood do, sed pop.
Dont be redickiliss, you know that
had nuthing to do with it, have you
got it with you?
Bed
ma.
As a matter of fact the 50 dollars
are what mite be poetically termed .a
figment of the imagination, as a mat
ter of fact, I had a particularly bad
week this week, sed pop.
Well then jest give me back that
pillow for trying to be so smart, sed
ma. And she took the pillow frum in
back of pops hed agen and throo it
down on the 60fer, and pop sed, Ha ha
ha.
Heehee, very clever, arent you, sed
ma. Wich pop dident say weather he
was or not, jest looking as if he thawt
he was and keeping on smoaking and
going Ha ha ha every wunts iff a wile. fish.
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A little later the two old gentlemen
animal friends were all nicely tucked
in a wheeled chair, with blankets and
fur robes around them, to keep them
warm, and the checker board was on
their laps. They playad a game, as
the messenger boy dog wheeled them
along, and the mouse ran along be
side the chair, on Uncle Wlggily's
side to move tHe checkers for him.
Well, in about a minute something
is going to happen. Just wait now.
(Continued from yesterday.)
All at once, as Uncle Wiggily and
Grandfather Goosey Gander were be
ing wheeled along the boardwalk, all of
a sudden out from the ocean popped
the bad sea lion.
"Ah, ha!" he cried. "Now I have
you both! Wow."
Well, for a second or so Uncle Wig
gily and Grandfather Goosey didn't
know what to say or do, but the mes
senger boy dog, who was wheeling the
rolling chair, was very brave. He
knew just what to do. With a loud
bark he sprang at the sea lion, and ha
made believe he was going to bite him.
Then the sea 11cm grabbed the dog,
and started for th& waves with him,
cried tha
Oh, this is terrible!"
mouse. "Terrible!"
"It certainly is!" said Uncle Wig
gily, shivering like.
"Help! Help! Police! Police! Fire!
Fire!" cried Grandfather Goosey Gan
der. But no help came, and no police
came and no fire came, which last is a
good thing, as it might have burned
the board walk.
And then, all at once, the wheeled
chair, in which were Uncle Wiggily
and Grandfather Goosey, began rolling
along, all by itself, for it was on top
'of a little hill and began to slide down.
"Oh, where are we going?" asked
Uncle Wiggily, surprised like.
"Yes, stop us!" cried Grandfather
Goosey. "Please stop us,"
"I will," said .the mouse, but, bless
you, the chair was too heavy for the
mouse alone to stop. Faster and fas
ter it rolled, and then there came a
curve in the board walk, leading right
down to the ocean. Straight toward
the dashing waveB ran the wheeled
chair, with the two old gentlemen
friends In it.
"Quick! Hop out or you'll be drown
ed!" cried the mouse, who was still
running after the rolling chair.
"Jump! Jump! Grandfather Goosey!
called Uncle Wiggily. "Jump!"
"I can't!" answered the old gentle
man goose. "The blankets and fur
robes are so tightly wound around my
legs that I can't jump. Why don't you
jump, Uncle Wiggily?"
"Because my rheumatism hurts me
BO that I can't move! Oh, wow! Sure
ly this is the end of us. Help! Help!"
"Oh! Will no one help poor Uncle
Wiggily and Grandfather Goosey?"
begged the mouse. The rolling chair
was now almost in the water, and it
certainly looked as If it was the last
of Uncle Wiggily, when, all of a sud
den, a brave life saver dog came run
ning along the beach.
"I'll save you!'' the life saver dog
cried, "for I am 'used to doing that
sort of work!"
Then he caught hold of the chair,
just as the little front wheel on it went
into the water and he pulled it back
on the board walk and Uncle Wiggily
and Grandfather Goosey were saved
from going Into the ocean.
"Oh, how thankful we are," said the
two old gentlemen friends when they
had caught their breaths, and saw that
they weren't going to be drowned.
"But what became of the chair push
ing messenger boy dog, who went af
ter the tfod sea lion?" asked Uncle
Wiggily.
"Here he comes now," said the life
saver. "I guess he must have scared
the bad animal away." And so he had
for the messenger chair pushing dog
had gotten loose from the sea Hon and
tickled him under the chin. That made
the lion laugh, and his mouth got full
of salt water, and then he had to let
go of the brave dog messenger boy,
who could now wheel the rolling chair
again. And Uncle Wiggily'B rheuma
tism soon got better, I'm glad to say.
Sometimes excitement is good for
rheumatism.
And, on the next page, in case the
snow man in -our back yard doesn't
come in and sit by the fire to make it
freeze and go out skating, I'll tell you
about Uncle Wiggily and the flying
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WITH THE SHOPS so full of charming
negligees and with prices so mod
erate, there 1s no excuse for a woman
appearing untidy In her moments of
leisure.
Large stores In every city In the
country are selling real hand-em
broidered kimonos at fl.SO and $2.
Fancy a price like that for a hand
done kimono! They are made of cot
ton cripe, very, heavy, in pinks and
rose, lavender and two shades of
blue and embroidered with roses or
wistaria In white cotton. They are
the real Japanese shapes, with the
full, loose sleeve, and they are uni
versally becoming.
A woman could not make a negli
gee for less than that! And any
woman can afford it. Then, there
are gorgeous affairs up Into large
sums of money, which one may affect
if her parse permits it. The bnmette
in the picture looks lovely tn the
deep blue satin mandarin coat which
she wears over a plain circular un
derskirt of satin the same shade.
Her cap Is tarnished gold lace with
a fringe of rose and blue beads. Such
a robe is more expensive, of course—
this outfit cost somewhat above $50
—but then, Chinese and Japanese
cretonnes come as low as thirty-nine
cents a yard in some shops, and are
in wonderful colorings and designs.
From these one could make a man
darin coat, loose and pretty, and
wear under it a satin skirt, also
short and full, in a shade to har
monize with the cretonne. /Three
yards of cretonne would do it, and
two yards of satin—the total cost be
ing ICBS than $5.
A negligee suggestion made In this
column some time back was to use
the Pierette dress both'as negligee
and fancy costume. Two girls wrote
me they had followed this idea and
were quite pleased with it.
Questions
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it alt the time, yet if they eat candy in
stead, they will get tick.—P. A. V.
Reply—The simplest way, my dear
madam, Is to forbid them gently but very
firmly to hivi It. It is A common habit* It
will enlarge their Jaws la time, and there
is danger If tbey accidentally swallow It.
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If a woman is not attractive in
negligee these dayt it I* her own
carelettnett
Tell me what sort of iront to buy to pet
a marcel wave effect in my hair.—
Catherine.
Reply—Regular marcel Irons come, four
prongs, that hold the hair In a wave be
tween them. You can do it with the old Iron
by holding it under the hair and bending
It back against the lock again.
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