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What kind oi a smell?"
We don't care what kind, but It
ust be perfectly sickening. Like
mething rotten, or dead, if you have
Something that will stay smelly
several hours—but it mustn't be
angerous, of course."
What do you want it for?"
We want it to put in a room to
ive it a horrible smell for an hour
so." Lark winked at him solemn
"It's a joke,'' she further eluci
ted.
'I see." His eyes twinkled. "I
ink I can fix you up." A moment
er he handed her a small bottle.
'Just sprinkle this over the carpet.
won't do any harm and it smells
ike thunder. It costs a quarter."
Carol frowned. "I suppose we'll
,ve to take it," she said, "but it's
iretty expensive. I hate to have
Pruggists get such a lot of money.*1
He laughed aloud. "I hate to have
get a good licking tomorrow, too
•but you'll get it just the same, or
miss my guess."
When the twins arrived home, Fairy
Iipras Just cutting the candy she had
V&nade. "It's delicious," she said to
dence. "Here's a nice dishful for
and tne girls. Pitch in, twins,
ind help yourselves. It's very nice."
The twins waved her haughtily
cway. "No, thank you," they said.
couldn't eat that candy with rel
ih. Wle are unworthy."
"All right," Prudence put in quick-!
as Fairy only laughed. "I'll put
In the cupboard and Fairy and I
tfcill eat it tomorrow. It's perfectly
ne—simply delicious."
But the twins were not to be tempt-1
Before they went upstairs Lark
quired sarcastically:
"I suppose, Fairy, you'll don your
st blue silk in honor of this event?"
"Oh, no," was the ready answer,
'11 just wear my little green mus-
It's old, but very nice and com
fortable—just right for an evening at
||fcome."
"Yes," scoffed Carol, "and of course
are remembering that every one
!**y« it is the most becoming dress
g^rou have."
"Oh, yes," laughed Fairy, "I'm re
||feembering that, all right."
Then the twins went upstairs, but
to their own room at once. In
^fstead they slipped noiselessly into the
Upfront bedroom and a little later Carol
M|came out into the hall and stood lis
tening at the head of the stairs, as
'though on guard.
'Be sure and leave quite a few
ititches in, Lark," she whispered
once. "We want it to hang together
MJ'"Until Babbie gets here."
That was all.
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Presently Lark
own door closed
^emerged and their
behind them.
"It's a gqod thing father has to go
gjgto the trustees' meeting tonight, isn't
j? it?" asked Carol. And Lark agreed,
absently. She was thinking of the
^oysters.
As soon as they finished supper
Lark said, "Don't you think we'd bet
li-ter go right to bed. Prue? We don't
frwant to taint the atmosphere of the
parsonage. Of course. Fairy will
want to wash the dishes herself to
make sure they are clean and shin-
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CHAPTER VII. (Continued.)
"A
pint of oysters," said Lark brief-
When he brought them to her, she
imelled them suspiciously. Then Car
1 smelled.
Are these rotten oysters?" she de-|keeping
landed hopefully.
"No,'' he answered, laughing. "Cer
nly not."
"Have you got any rotten ones?"
"No, we don't keep that kind." He
as still laughing.
The twins sighed and hurried next
oor to the grocer's.
'9ms:'- 'A nickel's worth of pepper—the
itrongest you have."
-rjWf This was quickly settled—and the
tt'SSft-ave-faced twins betook themselves
the corner drug store.
'We—we want something with a
rfectly awful smell," Lark explained
berly.
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"Oh, no," disclaimed Fairy, still
(good naturedly. "I can give an extra
[rub to the ones we want to use—that
is enough. I do appreciate the
thought, though, thanks very much."
So the twins plunged in, carefully
Connie beside them. "She
has such a full-to-overflowing look,"
snid Carol. "If we don't keep hold of
her she'll let something bubble over."
Connie had a dismal propensity for
giving things away—the twins had
often suffered from it. Tonight, they
:were determined to forestall such a
calamity.
Then they all three went to bed.
To be sure it was ridiculously early,
but they were all determined.
"We feel weak under this unusual
strain. Our nerves can't stand the
tension. We really must retire to rest.
Maybe a good night's sleep will re
store us to normal," Lark explained
gravely.
"Fairy only laughed. "Good!" she
cried. "Do go to bed. The only time
I rm sure of you is when you are in
your beds. Io you mind If I tie you
in, to make assurance doubly sure?"
But the twins and Connie had dis
iappeared.
I "You keep your eyes open. Fairy,"
Prudence whispered melodramatically.
."Those girls do not look right. Some
thing is hanging over our heads."
And she added anxiously, "Oh, I'll be
so disappointed if things go badly.
This is the first time we've ever lived
up to etiquette, and I feel it is really
a crisis."
Fairy was a little late getting up
stairs to dress, but she took time to
drop into her sisters' room. They
were all in bed, breathing heavily.
She walked from one to another, and
stood above them majestically.
"Asleep!" she cried. "Ah, Fortune
is kind. They are asleep. How I love
these darling little twinnies—in their
sleep!"
An audible sniff from beneath the
covers and Fairy, smiling mischievous
ly, went into the front room to pre
pare for her caller.
The bell rang as she was dressing.
Prudence went to the door, preter
naturally ceremonious, and ushered
Mr. Babler into the front room. She
turned on the electric switch as she
opened the door. She was too much
impressed with the solemnity of the
occasion to take much note of her
surroundings, and she did not observe
that the young man sniffed in a pe
culiar manner as he entered the room.
"I'll call Fairy," she said demurely.
"Tell her she needn't primp for
me," he answered laughing. "I know
just how she looks already."
But Prudence was too heavily bur
dened to laugh. She smiled hospit
ably and closed the door upon him.
Fairy was tripping down the stairs,
very tall, very handsome, very gay.
She pinched her sister's arm as she
passed and the front door swung be
hind. But she did not greet her
friend. She stood erect by the door,
her head tilted on one side, sniffing,
sniffing.
"What in the world?" she wonder
ed. Then she blushed. Perhaps it
was something he had used on his
hair! Or perhaps he had been having
his suit cleaned! "Oh, I guess it's
nothing, after all," she stammered.
But Eugene Babler was strangely
quiet. He looked about the room in
a peculiar questioning way.
"Shall I raise a window?" he sug
gested finally. "It's rather—er—hot
in here."
"Yes, do," she urged. "Raise all of
them. It's—do you—do you notice a
—a funny smell in here? Or am I
imagining it? It—it almost makes
me sick!"
"Yes, there is a smell," he said, in
evident relief. "I thought maybe you'd
been cleaning the carpet with some
thing. It's ghastly. Can't we go
somewhere else?"
"Come on." She opened the door
into the sitting room. "We're com
ing out here if you do not mind,
Prue." And Fairy explained the dif
ficulty.
"Why, that's very strange," said
Prudence knitting her brows. "I was
in there right after supper and I didn't
notice anything. What does it smell
like?"
"It's a new smell to one," laughed
Fairy, "but something about it is
strangely suggestive of our angel
twins."
Prudence went to investigate and
Fairy shoved a big chair near the
table, waving her hand toward it
lightly with a smile at Babbie. Then
she sank into a low rocker and leaned
one arm on the table. She wrinkled
her forehead thoughtfully.
"That smell," she began. "I am
very suspicious about it. It was not
at all natural—"
"Excuse me, Fairy," he said, ill at
ease for the first time in her knowl
edge of him. "Did you know your
sleeve was coming out?"
Fairy gasped and raised her arm.
"Both arms, apparently," he con
tinued, smiling, but his face was
flushed.
"Excuse me just a minute, will
you?" Fairy was unruffled. She
sought her sister. "Look here, Prue—
what do you make of this? I'm coming
to pieces! I'm hanging by a single
thread, as it were."
Her sleeves were undoubtedly ready
to drop off at a second's notice! Pru
dence was shocked. She grew posi
tively white in the face.
"Oh, Fairy," she wailed. "We are
disgraced."
"Not a bit of it," said Fairy coolly.
"I remember now that Lark was look
ing for the scissors before supper.
Aren't those twins unique? This is al-1
most bordering on talent, isn't it?
Don't lok so distressed, Prue. Eti-1
quette itself must be subservient to
twins, it seems. Don't forget t6 bring
in the stew at quarter past nine and
have it as good as posible—ple&se,
dear."
"I will," vowed Prudence, "I'll—I'll
use cream. Oh, those horrible twins!"
"Go in and entertain Babbie till I
come down, won't you?" And Fairy
ran lightly up the stairs, humming a
snatch of song.
But Prudence did a por job of en
tertaining Babbie during her sister's
absence. She felt really dizzy! Such
a way to introduce Eitquette into the
parsonage life. She was glad to make
her ascape from the room when Fairy
returned, a graceful figure in the fine
blue silk! She went back to the din
ing room and painstakingly arranged
the big tray for th6 designated mo
ment of its entrance—according to
etiquette. Fairy and Babbie in the
next room talked incessantly, laugh
ing often and long, and Prudence,
hearing, smiled in sympathy. She her
self thought it would be altogether
stupid to be shut up in a rom alone
with "just a man" for a whole even
ing—but etiquette required it. Fairy
knew about such things, of course.
A litle after nine, she called out
dismally, "Fairy!" And Fairy, fearing
disaster, came running out.
"What now? What—"
"I forget what you told me to say,"
whispered Prudence wretchedly,
"what was it? The soup iB ready and
piping hot—but what is it you want
me to say?"
Fairy screamed with laughter. "You
goose!" she cried. "Say anything you
like. I was just giving you a tip, that
was all. It doesn't make any differ
ence what you say."
"Oh, I am determined to do my part
just right," vowed Prudence fervently,
"according to etiquette and all, What
was it you said?"
Fairy stifled her laughter with dif
ficulty and said in a low voice,
"Wouldn't you like a little nice, hot,
oyster stew?" Prudence repeated it
after her breathlessly.
So Fairy returned once more, and
soon after Prudence tapped on 'the
door. Then she opened it and thrust
her curly head inside. "Wouldn't you
like a little nice, hot, oyster stew?"
she chirped methodically. And Fairy
said, 'Oh, yes, indeed, Prudence—this
is so nice of you."
(To be continued.)
ALBIA.
Frank Stevens who has been visiting
relatives here will return to his home
in Chicago this week, stopping enroute
for a short visit in Ottumwa.
Webb Smith who had the thumb on
his right hand severely mashed last
Saturday is getting along nicely.
A consignment of twenty-four Pull
man sleeping: cars-passed through Albia
via the Wabash r.nd M. & St. L. from
Brownsville. Texas to Minneapolis,
Minn., from which point they will be
used for the transportation of troops to
the Mexican border.
Licenses were issued on Monday by
the clerk of the district court here for
the marriage of Clarence -Rowley, agej
21, el Albia* to Miss Margaret Smith,
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CRAB.
"Don't you ever get tired of walking
along the beach?" asked the ship
wrecked mouse of Uncle Wiggily Long
ears one morning, as the old gentleman
rabbit was getting ready to start out
from the seaside hollow stump hote',
for an other walk after breakfast.
"No, I always like to watch the
waves," said Uncle Wiggily, "and, be
sides, something new always seems to
happen to me. Even though the bad
sea lion does bother me, I still think
of the fun I had with the sea urchins,
and then, later, the flat flounder gave
me a nice sled ride. I am going to walk
along there again, and perhaps he will
flip-flop out of the ocean once more,
and give me another ride. Don't you
want to come with me?"
"Thank you, no," answered the
mouse. "I have a very hard gnawing
lesson to practise this morning. I
have to gnaw a hole through a hard,
knotty piece of wood."
So Uncle Wiggily walked off by him
self and soon he had hopped over the
boardwalk, where all the rolling chairs
were being wheeled along with animal
people in them, and then the rabbit
gentleman found himself down on the
sands.
He walked along by the sea think
ing of many things, and how he would
soon be home to see Neddie and Beckie
Stubtail, the bears, or some of his oth
er animal children friends and he was
feeling a bit lonesome, not to have
Grandfather Goosey Gander there to
play checkers with, when, all of a sud
den, he heard a sad voice crying:
"Oh, it's broken! Now I can't make
music any more. Oh, what shall I do?"
"Now I had better be careful,"
thought Uncle Wiggily. "This may be
only a trick to catch me. It may be
the bad s^a lion, or the mermaid, pre
tending to be a poor clam or an oyster.
I must be careful, very careful."
So he looked all around and then he
heard the voice again, saying:
"Oh, dear, I just wish Uncle Wiggily
would come along, for, though I don't
know him, I'm sure he'd help me."
"Ha! That's it. They all want Uncle
Wiggily," exclaimed the old gentleman
rabbit blinking his ears and making his
nose twinkle. "Well, they shan't catch
me this time."
He was just going to run away when
he saw a poor fiddler crab sitting on
the sand, looking very sad and lonely,
and as he knew the fiddler crab would
not hurt him, Uncle Wiggily went
right up to the sorrowful creature and
&sk6d
"What is the matter? Why are you
so sad, Mr. Crab?"
"Because I am the fiddler crab," was
the answer. "I was to fiddle at a fish
ball party the sea urchins are to have
tonight, but my fiddle is broken and I
can't play. Oh, it's terrible, most ter
rible! Can't you help me? I have heard
about how kind you are to every one."
age 19, of Albia, and to Ellis Lawson, 21
of Buxton and Miss Helen Johnson, 18,
of Lovilia.
During the month of June the clerk
of the district court issued twenty-four
marriage licenses, while for the same
month last year he issued only fourteen
matrimonial permtis.
J. E. Mock left here Monday for an
indefinite stay at Excelsior Springs,
Mo. Mr. Mack will take treatments for
the benefit of his health.
John F. Hynes of Des Moines was a
recent Albia visitor.
PACKWOOD.
The Merrimac ball team met the
Packwood Tigers here Sunday. The
score was 10 to 9 in favor of Pack
wood.
Mrs. O. B. Myers was at Ottumwa on
Friday to visit her friend Mrs. J. I.
Warren who is a patient in the Ottum
wa hospital.
Mrs. Martha Searle returned to her
home at Ottumwa Tuesday after a visit
at the home of her brother C. W.
Moorman.
Mrs. E. K. Baker of Des Moines and
cousin Mrs. Elizabeth Laughlin and
son of Brookville were here Monday.
Mr. and Mrs. S. E. Wright and Air.
and Mrs. Robert Estridge of Farson
were guests Sunday of Mr. and Mrs. C.
P. Gobble.
Mrs. J. A. Moorman left Wednesday
to attend a reunion of her parents at
Arbela, Mo.
The Tigers will play the Linby ball)
team Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Gus Johnson df Way
land visited the
S. H.
Sunday.
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"I will help you if I can," spoke
Uncle Wiggily. "Let me see your fid
dle."
The crab showed it tor the rabbit
gentleman. It was made from a hol
I low shell, with a long piece of wood
foi^a handle, and for strings there
were strands of sea weed stretched
tight, and for a bow the fiddler crab
had a piece of sawedged sea grass,
made stiff -with salt But the fiddle was
broken in several places and the sea
weed strings were broken, too, for the
sea cow had accidentally stepped on it.
"But I think I can fix it," said Uncle
Wiggily. "I have to mend so many
toys for Charlie and Arabella Chick
and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail and
Sammie and Susie Littletail, that I am
quite good at that sort of work. 1
I think I can mend your fiddle."
And, surely enough, Uncle Wiggily
did fix it, and in a little while the
fiddler crab could play on his fiddle and
he made some nice music.
"Oh, I can't thank you enough," said
the crab to the rabbit. "Now I can
play at the sea urchin's party tonight,"
and with that he started up the beach
on his long legs, to buy himself a new
necktie for the party.
Well, Uncle Wiggily was feeling glad
and happy that he was able to do the
fiddler crab a favor, and he was won
dering what would happen next, when,
all of a sudden, out from behind a rocjc
jumped the pretty mermaid lady. She
was combing her long hair with the
backbone of a fish, that looked exactly
like a comb and she smiled and cried
out:
"Ah, ha, now I have you, Uncle Wig
gily. But please donlt be frightened.
I am not going to hurt you. I am just
going to take you away with me, down
under the ocean where I live. I want
you to amuse my children, while I take
singing lessons."
"But I don't want to go," said Uncle
Wiggily. "I like it better upon land,
and, besides, I have to go back home,
soon."
"No, you must come with me," said
the mermaid lady kindly, but firmly, "i
can't let you go," and with that she
suddenly reached out and grasped
Uncle Wiggily by his ears. He strug
gled to get loose but he couldn't.
"Oh, please let me go!" he begged.
"No, I am sorry to say I can't," an
swered the mermaid. "I will do you no
harm as the sea lion would, but still
I must have you for my children, just
the same."
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Well, she held tightly to him, and
she was just going to dive down under
the ocean with him, and Uncle Wiggily
was sure he would be drowned, when
all of sudden, a voice called:
"Here. Mrs. Mermaid, you must let
Uncle Wiggily go!" and there stood
the fiddler crab, with his violin that
the rabbit gentleman had mended.
"Oh, no, I'll not let Uncle Wiggily
go," the sea lady said firmly. "I must
keep him."
"Then I must make you let him go!"
exclaimed the fiddler crab with a
laugh. With that he began to play a
song on his fiddle, and as soon as the
mermaid lady heard the song she had
to sing it whether she wanted to or not.
And, when she sang, she had to move
her hands up and down to beat time,
and of course she then had to let go of
Uncle Wiggily's ears.
"Now's your chance! Hop away!
Hop away!" cried the crab, fiddling
faster and faster. And you can well be
lieve that Uncle Wiggily did hop away
for though the mermaid lady did not
mean to be unkind, still Uncle Wiggily
didn't want to go under the ocean with
her.
"Thank you, fiddler crab," the rab
bit called, as he hopped over the board
walk, and hurried on to his hotel. "You
did me a great favor."
"You did me one, too, so now we
are even," replied the crab and then
the mermaid stopped singing and said
to the,crab:
"Well, if I can't have Uncle Wiggily
will you come and play for my chil
dren?"
"I will," said the crab kindly and
then he and the mermaid jumped into
the ocean and swam away, and Uncle
Wiggily felt better when he saw the
sea lady disappear.
So that's all now, If you please, as
I am sleepy, but, in case the dog in the
house back of us doesn't bark and
wake up the pussy cat, so that it
scratches a hole in the rubber ball and
lets all the water run out, I'll tell you
next about Uncle Wiggily and the aea
lion.
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The womaw who is sibkiito the
surest way to beauty will choose
the method of correct exercise.
Creams are all right, as far as they
go, tonics are well enough in lome
cases, but light living and proper
axercising are the only ways to ac.
quire, and keep, real beauty.
The beauty-seeker, then, should
find some system of exercises that
agrees with her and stick to these.
A Beauty Exercise
This will give strength to internal organs, while rcdnctng
Some women find that a weekly
Turkish bath will keep them from
getting fat, will give them wonder
ful complexions, and regulate their
digestions. Others find that
Then there are women who have
not the leisure for such systems.
These will find certain exercises to
be practised in their bedrooms, ex
ercises that need not take more
than fifteen minutes including
their ,bath.
Whatever system you adopt, in
clude th' one exercise—a general
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health builder. Lie flat on the
floor, the toes under a chiffonier or
some heavy piece of furniture.
Raise the body to a sitting posture,
lower it again, and repeat several
times, keep the hands on the hips.
Inhale as you go back, exhale as
you come up. When in practice, re
peat this exercise twelve times.
It strengthens all the museles
down the back and the limbs, and
poor hips and abdomen
gym­
nasiums afford them the best way
of exercising. Some women make a
habit of walking a certain distance,
others take up anything from gar
dening to golf, and use it for beauty
and health.
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Questions and Answers
To Myrtle: I bars no record of th* flrat
letter you a*jr you wrot« me. Attar bains
answerafl, of courie, all correspondaaea is
burned. Perhaps you did not enclaaa a
atamped, addressad envelope. Lattars
whloh do not contain envelope# are an
iveud In this column, but as the spaoa la
iman sometimes they wait qulta a bit
before appearing. Will you write again,
repeating your request, and ba sure abaut
addreaaing and stamping tba envelope?
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tonic, it makea tba hair oily, but a fre
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