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But Carol was sometimes given to
moods and so, without concern, Pru
dence went to the kitchen to prepare
the evenin gmeal.
"Papa says his feet are not wet,
find that you are a big simpleton, and
-Oh, did you make cinnamon rolls
today, Prue? Oh, goody! Carrie, come
l^bn out! Look—she made cinnamon
rfolls."
Connie, too, hastened out to the
•kitchen in her bare feet and was
•promptly driven back by the watchful
^Prudence.
'I just know you are going to be
lick, Connie—I feel it in my bones.
lEAnd walking out in that cold kitchen
l4n your bare feet! You can just drink
Then Lark and Prudence, working
ogether, and talking much, prepared
supper for the family. When they
:&thered about the table, Prudence
looked critically at. Connie.
Are you beginning to feel sick? Do
ou feel like sneezing, or any thing?
^Connie's awfully naughty, papa. Her
feet were just oozing water, and she
,t there in her wet shoes and stock
gs, just like a stupid child. Aren't
going to eat any supper, Carol?
re you sick? What is the matter?
oes your head still ache?"
"Oh, it doesn't ache exactly, but I
!o not feel hungry. No, I am not sick,
ence, so don't stew about it. I'm
not hungry. The meat is too
y, and the potatoes are lumpy,
think I'll take a cinnamon roll." But
ihe only picked it to pieces idly. Pru
xiuce wateched her with the intense
ftuspiclous gaze of a frightened mother
jrfclrd.
ft-, "There are some canned oysters out
lltere, Carol. If I make you some
Snip, will you eat it?"
This was a great concession, for the
ffeanned. oysters were kept in anticipa
tion of unexpected company. But Car
rol shook her head impatiently. "I am
hungry at all," she said.
I'll open some pineapple, or those
^beautiful pickled peaches Mrs. Adams
•gave us, or—or anything, if you'll
|jU6t eat something, Carrie."
Still Carol shook her head. "I said
wasn't hungry, Prudence." But her
lace was growing very red and her
'*yes were strangely bright. She mov
her hands with unnatural restless
'motions, and frequently lifted her
ibhoulders in a peculiar manner.
"Do your shoulders hurt, Carol?"
.sked her father, who was also watch
ing her anxiously.
"Oh, it feels kind of—well—tight, I
guess, in my chest. But it doesn't
hurt. It hurts a little when I breathe
deep."
It "Is your throat still sore, Carol?"
inquired Lark. "Don't you remember
.saying you couldn't swallow vrhen we
^irere coming home from schoolV"
f* 'It isn't sore now," said Carol. And
4s though Intolerant of further ques
tioning, she left the dining room
Quickly.
"Shall I put flannel on her chest and
throat, father?" asked Prudence ner
vously.
i: "Yes, and if she gets worse we will
call the doctor. It's probably just a
«old, but we must—"
|r "It isilH diphtheria, papa, you know
Ihat," cried Prudence passionately.
g' For there were four reported cases
'"jot that dread disease in Mount Mark.
But the pain in Carol's chest did
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iome more peppermint tea for that, And keep the door shut.
iOw." But Lark flung herself on her knees
"Well, give me a cinnamon roll to beside her twin, and burst into chok
go with it." urged Connie. "Pepper- ing sobs. "I won't go," she cried. "I
int is awfully dry, taken by itself." won't leave Carrie. I will not, Pru-
Lark hooted gaily at this sentiment, dence!"
but joined her sister in pleading for "Oh, it is too hot," moaned Carol.
lnnamon rolls.
"No, wait until supper is ready. You
do not need to help peel the potatoes
ionlght, Carol. Run back where it is
Warm, and you must not read if your
iead aches. You read too much any
6w. I'll help Lark with the potatoes,
i, do not take the paper, Carol—I
you must not read."
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vgroW' worse and she became so fever-. is sick."
ish that she began talking in quick
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broken sentences. to drink," he said to Fairy curtly
"It was too hot!—Don't go away.
Larkie!—Her feet were wet, and It
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kept squshing out.—I guess I'm kind
of sick, Prue.—Don't put that thing
on my head, it is strangling me!—
Oh, I can't get my breath!" And she
flung her hand out sharply as though
to push something away from her
face.
Then Mr. Starr went to t)ie tele
phone and hurriedly called the doctor.
Prudence meanwhile had undressed
Carol and put on her little pink flan
nel nightgown.
'Go out in the kitchen, girls, and
shut the door," she said to her sisters,
who stood close around the precious
twin, so suddenly stricken. "Fairy!"
she cried. "Go at once. It may be
catching. Take the others with you.
"Oh, give me a drink! Give me some
snow, Prudence. Oh, it hurts!" And
she pressed her burning hands against
her chest.
"Lark," said her father, stepping
quickly to her side, "go out to the
kitchen at once. Do you want to make
Carrie worse?" And Lark, cowed and
quivering, rushed into the kitchen and
closed the door.
"I'll carry her upstairs to bed,
Prue," said her father, striving to ren
der his voice natural for the sake of
the suffering oldest daughter, whose
tense white face was frightening.
Together they carried the child up
the stairs. "Put her in our bed," said
Prudence. "I'll—I'll—if it's diph
theria, daddy, she and I will stay up
stairs here and the rest of you must
stay down. You can bring our food
up to the head of the stairs and I'll
come and get it. They can't take Car
ol away from the parsonage."
"We will get a nurse, Prudence.
We couldn't let you run a risk like
that. It would not be right. If I could
take care of her properly myself I—"
"You couldn't, father, and it would
be wicked for you to take such
chances. What would the others do
without you? But it would not make
any difference about me. I'm not im
portant. He can give* me anti-toxin,
and I'm such a healthy girl there will
be no danger. But she must not be
shut alone with a nurse. She would
die!"
And Carol took up the words,
screaming, "I will die! I will die!
Don't leave tne, Prudence. Don't shut
me up alone. Prudence! Prudence!"
Down stairs in the kitchen three
frightened girls clung to one another,
crying bitterly as they heard poor Car
ol's piercing screams.
"It is pneumonia," said the doctor,
after an examination. And he looked
at Prudence critically. "I think we
must have a nurse for $ few days. It
may be a little severe, and you are not
quite strong enough." Then, as Pru
dence remonstrated, "Oh, yes," he
granted, "you shall stay with her, but
if it is very serious a nurse will be of
great service. I will have one come
at once." Then he paused, and listen
ed to the indistinct sobbing that float
ed up from the kitchen. "Can't you
send those girls away for the night—
to some of the neighbors? It will be
much better."
But this the younger girls stubborn
ly refused to do. "If you send me out
of the house when Carol is sick, I will
kill myself," said Lark, in such a
strange voice that the doctor eyed her
sharply.
"Well, if you will all stay down
stairs and keep quiet so as not to an
noy your sister," he consented grudg
ingly. "Th« least sobbing, or confu
sion, or excitoment, may make her
much worse. Fix up a bed on the floor
down here, all of you, and go to sleep.''
"I won't go to bed," said Lark, look
ing up at the doctor with agonized
eyes. "I won't go to bed while Carol
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won't eat a bite of anything until Car
ol is well. I won't sleep, either."
The doctor took her hand in his
and deftly pushed the sleeve above
the elbow.
"You can twist my arm If you like,
but I won't eat, and I won't drink, and
I won't sleep."
The doctor smiled. 8wiftly insert
ing the point of his needle in her arm,
he released her. "I won't hurt you,
but I am pretty sure you will be Bleep
ing in a few minuteB." He turned to
Fairy. "Get her ready for bed at once.
The little one can wait."
An hour later, he came downstairs
again. "Is she sleeping?" he asked of
Fairy in a low voice. "That is good.
You have your work cut out for you,
my girl. The little one here will be
all right, but this twin is in nearly as
bad shape as the one upstairs."
"Oh! Doctor! Larkie, too!"
"Oh, she is not sick. But she is too
intense. She is taking this too hard.
Her system is not well enough devel
oped to stand such a strain very long.
Something would give way—maybe
her brain. She must be watched. She
must eat and sleep. There is school
tomorrow, isn't there?"
"But I am sure Lark will not go,
Doctor. She has nev^r been to school
a day in her life without Carol. I am
sure she will not goV
"Let her stay at home, then. Don't
get her excited. But make her work.
Keep her doing little tasks about the
house and send her on errands. Talk
to her a good deal. Prudence will
have her hands full with the other
twin and you'll have all you can do
with this one. I'm depending on you,
my girl. You mustn't fail me."
That was the beginning of an anx
ious week. For two days Carol was
in delirium most of the time, calling
but. crying, screaming affrightedly.
And Lark crouched at the foot of the
stairs, hand clenched passionately, her
slender form tense and motionless.
It was four in the afternoon, as the
doctor was coming down from the
sick room, that Fairy called him into
the dining room with a suggestive
glance.
"She won't eat," she said. "I have
done everything possible and I had
the nurse try. But she will not eat a
bite. I—I'm sorry, Doctor, but I can't
make her."
"What has she been doing?"
"She's been at the foot of the stairs
all day. She won't do a thing I tell
her. She won't mind the nurse. Fath
er told her to keep away, too, but she
does not pay any atention. When I
speak to her, she does not answer.
When she hears you coming she runs
away and hides, but she goes right
back again."
"Can your father make her eat? If
he commands her?"
"I do not know. I doubt it. But
we can try. Here's some hot soup—
I'll call father."
So Lark was brought into the dining
room and her father came down the
stairs. The doctor whispered an ex
planation to him In the hall.
"Lark," said her father, gently but
very firmly, "you must eat, or you
wili be sick, too. We need all of our
time to look after Carol today. Do
you want to keep us away from her to
attend to you?"
"No, father, of course not. I wish
you would all go right straight back
to Carrie this minute and leave me
alone. I'm all right. But I can't eat
until Carol Is well."
Her father drew a chair to the table
and said, "Sit down and eat that soup
at once, Larkie."
Lark's face quivered but she turned
away. "I can't, father. You don't un
derstand. I can't eat—I really can't.
Carrie's my twin, and—oh, father,
don't you seo how it is?"
He stood for a moment, frowning at
her thoughtfully. Then he left the
room, signing for the doctor to follow.
"I'll send Prudence down," he said.
"She'll manage some way."
'I must stay here until I see her eat
it," said the doctor. "If she won't do
it, she must be kept under morphine
for a few dajs. But it's better not.
Try Prudence, by all means."
So Prudence, white faced, eyes
black circled, came down from the
room wliere she had served her sister
for many weary hours. The doctor
was standing in the center of the
room. Fairy was hovering anxiously
near Lark, rigid at the window.
"Larkie," whispered Prudence, and
with a bitter cry the young girl leaped
into her sister's arms.
Prudence caressed and soothed her
tenderly. "Poor little Larkie," she
murmured, "poor little twinnie! But
Carol is resting pretty well now, Lark.
She's coming through all right. She
was conscious several times today.
"I won't drink anything," said The first time she just loked up at rosy."
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Uncle Wiggily and the Sand Piper.
"Well," said Uncle Wiggily, the rab
bit gentleman, as he met Grandfather
Goosey Gander, the goose gentleman,
on the street one day, "can you think
of anything to do?"
'Anything to do?" exclaimed Grand
pa Goosey. "Why lots, of course. Let's
play a game of Scotch checkers."
"Oh, no, I mean something more ex
citing than that," Uncle Wiggily said.
"Since I came back from the seashore
I seem to want something going on all
the while."
"Then your health must be very
good," the old goose gentleman went
on, quacking with his yellow bill.
"It is. I feel fine," Uncle Wiggily
said.
"Well, then we'll both do some
thing!" Grandpa Goosey cried. "I
have long wanted to go sailing. We
will go for a trip in my red plush
steamboat."
"The very thing!" Uncle Wiggily
agreed, and a few days later oft they
started. "We'll go on a voyage over
the goose-pond ocean, around the
world," the rabbit gentleman said.
Many things happened to the two
old animal friends as they sailed
around the world. They met a lob
ster gentleman and he invited them
to his cave for a peanut party. He
was some relation to the ice-cold lob
ster Uncle Wiggily had met at the sea
shore hotel. And at the lobster gentle
man's peanut party there was a race
to see who could pick up the most pea
nuts, and Grandpa Goosey won, and
that made an elephant gentleman
rather angry as the elephant supposed
he was the champion peanut getter.
But Uncle Wiggily and Grandpa
Goosey didn't mind that and they
went on sailing and sailing, having
many adventures, until, all at once
there came up a storm and suddenly
their ship ran fast on a desert island
and was stuck in the sand.
"Oh, dear, that's too bad!" cried
Uncle Wiggily Badly.
"Yes, it certainly is," agreed Grand
pa Goosey. "Now we can't sail any
more."
"What can we do?" the rabbit
gentleman asked.
"Well, we can wait for the water, or
the tide, to rise higher," answered
Granpa Goosey. "Then our ship may
float. And, while we are waiting for
that, we will have just as good a time
as we can on the desert island. We
can't do anything else while our ship
Is stuck in the sand."
"That's right," Uncle Wiggily saiJ.
So they went to another party in
the lobster gentleman's cave and slept
there all night. In the morning they
awakened. The sun was brightly shin
ing on the desert island.
"Well, what shall we do today?"
asked Grandpa Goosey as he stood
on one leg to shake some sand out
of his ear.
"I think the flrst thing to do," re-
luck, Prue.' Then a little later sh^
said, 'Tell Larkie I'm doing fine and
don't let her worry.' Pretty soon she
spoke again, 'You make Lark be sen
sible, Prue, or she'll be sick, too.' Once
again she started to say something
about you but she was too sick to fin
ish. 'Larkie is such a—' but that was
as far as she could go. She was think
ing of you all the time, Lark. She is
so afraid you'll worry and make your
self sick, too. She would be heart
broken if she was able to see you, and
you were too sick to come to her. You
must keep up your strength for Car
ol's sake. If she is conscious tomor
row we're going to bring you up a
while to see her. She can hardly
stand being away from you, I know.
But you must get out of doors, and
bring some color to your cheeks, first.
It would make her miserable to see
you like this."
Lark was still sobbing, but more
gently now, and she still clung to her
sister.
"Tomorrow, Prudence? Honestly,
may I go up tomorrow? You're not
just fooling me, are you? You wouldn't
do that!"
"Of course I wouldn't. Yes, you
really may, if you'll be good and make
yourself look better. It would be
very bad for Carrie to see you so
white and wan. She would worry.
Have you been eating? You must eat
lots and then take a god run out of
doors toward bedtime so you will
sleep well. It wil! be a good tonic for
Carol to see you bright and fresh and
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plied Uncle Wiggily, "would be to go
down to the shore and see if our ship
is still stuck fast in the mud, or if it
has floated yet."
"I believe you are right," agreed
Grandfather Goosey Gander, polishing
his bill on an oyster shell.
"Because if our ship is floating,"
went on Uncle Wiggily, "we should
keep on with our voyage around the
world. If we stay on this desert
island all the while, folks will say
that we are not sailors at all, but land
lubbers."
"What is a land lubber?" asked
Grandpa Goosey. "Is it something
good to eat like a lolly pop?"
"No, it is a person who does not like
to go sailing," was the answer. "But
don't bother about that now. Let's go
see if the ship is floating."
So after a breakfast of ocean lettuce
and eel grass, which the lobster gave
them on soft sided sea shells for the
plates, the two friends started out. But
alas, and likewise chocolate caramels!
When they reached their ship it was
faster than ever in the sand, quite
high up on the beach.
"We will never be able to sail in
that!" exclaimed Grandfather Goosey
sorrowfully. "Never!"
"No, indeed," agreed Uncle Wiggily.
"It's too bad!"
"Well, vhy don't you dig the sand
away?" suddenly asked a voice behind
them and turning around, they saw a
cocoanut monkey. He was peeling a
pineapple and the stickery parts he
stuck down in the sand, so -no one
would step on them. "Dig out your
ship,' 'the cocoanut monkey went on.
"Get a shovel and poke the sand away
and then it will float."
"But we have no shovel," said Uncle
Wiggily.
"There is one out in my back yard,"
explained the monkey. "The children
had it yesterday to dig in the 'sand
pile. You may take that."
"Children here? On this desert
island?" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily joy
fully. "I should dearly love to see
them. Are Johnnie or Billie Bushytail
Wibblewobble duck children?
the squirrel brothers, here' Or the
"No, I meant my children—monkey
children," explained the curly tailed
animal. "I live in a palm leaf hut,
close by the cocoanut tree. That is
why I am called a cocoanut monkey.
Go there and you will find the sand
pile, and the shovel is in it. Then you
can dig out the ship."
"I'll go," offered Uncle Wiggily, "as
I can hop along faster than you can,
Grandpa Goosey." So away the rabbit
gentleman went after the shovel, and
the goose gentleman stayed on shore
by the ship, to talk to the cocoanut
monkey .and watch him curl his tail,
ready for the next party.
But I must tell you about Uncle
Wiggily. As he was hopping along,
wondering what next would happen on
this queer deserted island, all of a sud
den he felt himself sinking down in
the sand. He went down so quickly
that he could not help himself and he
first thing he knew was that one of hia
hind legs was*down in a hole, and he
could not get it loose, no matter how
hard he pulled.
"Oh, wow!" he cried. "Something
has hold of me!"
The more he pulled the tighter he
was held fast, so that after a bit he
could not move an inch, and of course
coudl not go after the shovel to dig the
ship out of the sand.
"Well, well," exclaimed Uncle Wig
gily, as he looked to see if part of his
tail had been broken off, "I wonder
what I'm going to do? Help! Help!"
he called, but he saw no one coming
to help him.
Then he tried once more to get loose,
and as he was struggling away, wig
gling his front feet and making the
sand fly all about, all of a sudden he
saw a curious creature hopping toward
him and a voice asked:
"Would you like nie to help you?"
"Indeed I would," answered Uncle
Wiggily thankfully. "But what are
you, if you please?"
"I'm a sand piper," was the an
swer.
"And what, pray tell, is a sand
piper?" asked the rabbit gentleman,
most politely.
"Do you know what sand is?" asked
the curious creature, who was some
thing like a bird and a mouse and a
putty blower made into one.
"Of course I know what sand is,"
answered Uncle Wiggily.
"And do you know what a piper is?"
"Yes, a piper is, something that
So many wohxw to*day find it diffi
cult to ris« in the mornings. For
an hour or to, the deadness of sleep
hangs over them it is not until
after breakfast that their brains be-
Getting up the circulation for a
brisk day
gin to act normally, it is not until
late in the morning that they feel
at all animated.
Of course, the blood runs slower
while one sleeps, the brain is quiet,
inactive. But this feeling should be
shaken off as soon as you wake and
rise, and walk about. As I have
plays music tunes," spoke the rabbit
gentleman. "Every one knows that."
"Well, put the two together and you
have a sand piper," said the curious
creature. "I am a sand piper. I have
sand in my shoes and I can pipe a
tune. So that's how it is. Listen, and
when you hear my music you must
dance."
Then the sand piper, whose cwad
was shaped like that of a bird with a
long bill, raised up its feet, one after
the other, and shook some sand out
of its shoes. Then it stuck its bill
straight up in the air and said:
"Now I'.'n going to pipe a tune, and
when I do you must dance, Uncle
Wiggily."
"Oh, don't! No! Stop! Don't pipe!
Don't make me dance, I beg and pray
of you!" cried Uncle Wiggily, sad and
sorrowful like.
"Why not?" asked the sand piper,
curious like.
"Because my leg is caught fast in
this hole," replied the rabbit gentle
man, "and if I dance I might pull on
it and break it—break my leg, I mean.
That would be too bad. Don't play
tunes or pipe! Don't! Please!"
"Very well, I'll not!" agreed the
sand piper. "But if your leg is caught
in a sand hole perhaps I can help you.
I know all about sand. Let me take a
look."
So he went close to Uncle Wiggily
and he,-looked down the hole in which
the old gentleman rabbit's leg was
fast. Then the sand piper exclaimed:
"Oh, I see. A blue-clawed crab dug
that hole to catch you and he's down
at the bottom of it now holding fast
to your foot. But I'll soon fix him.
Wait a minute!"
Then the sand piper put his long,
thin, putty blower bill down in the
hole and he tickled the blue-clawed
crab so that it laughed as if it had
a conniption fit, and then, of course,
the crab had to let go of Uncle Wig
gily's leg and the rabbit was free.
"Now to get the shovel and dig out
the ship!" Uncle Wiggily cried, after
he had thanked the sand piper, who
at once began to play a regular danc
ing tune on his long bill. And Uncle
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Starting The Day
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CoDyright by George Matthew Adama
said before, drinking a small cap ol
black coffee in bed will make you
feel infinitely fresher at onoe. But
this is false stimulation, and should
not be indulged In by everyone.
Students and other brain workers
and artists often need this to
waken them, for their w6rk should
be done soon after rising,' before
the body tires out.
People whose work is manual as
well do not actually need the coffee^
though it is certainly a pleasant
habit to acquire. An exercise that
will refresh you and waken you has
been given reoently in this column.
It was the overhead stretch, as
shown in the picture, and the
stretching exercises on the floor.
These stimulate circulation.
Women argue that their daily
housework Is exercise enough.
Surely—exercise of a certain kind.
But their housework comes after
their breakfast generally, and at
breakfast they jare still feeling
fagged. It takes but a moment to
perform the simple stretching exer
cises, in fact they were designed for
busy women.
Coffee, exercises, a bath and a
brisk rub-down, and you are fit for
the day. You are light-hearted,
easy-minded, cheerful, a splendid
companion for those at the break
fast table.
Questions tad Answer*
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of hair. Will it male* Mr rodt Cant
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your hair. Oonault a b«Mty apartaliat be
fore trying It
I* thero any way of mtargtrng th« oyeet
Mine are Uffht gray ami very mall. Th4
lathe* are blonde and abort.—Bonder.
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opening -about tba eyeball the leaat bK—
but it helpa. Jtub vaseline Int* the eye
brows and laahea to make tbeoa long thla
will make tb* eyea aeem larger.
Wiggily danced oil toward the coco*
nut monkey's house, feeling very hap
py indeed.
And when he got there the cupboard
was—oh, but hold on, if you please!
I didn't mean that. I was thinking of
Mother Hubbard's dog, I guess. What
happened after Uncle Wiggily got to
the monkey's house I'll tell you in the
next story. And, providing the boys
on our street don't hide their roller
skates under my door mat, so that it
goes sliding off to the moving picture
show all by itself, the next adventure
will be about Uncle Wiggily and the
sea weed.
SPACE BILL IS UP.
Washington, D. C., July 18.—The
house took up today a conference re
port on the $322,000,000 postofflce ap
propriation bill, which gives final word
to the interstate commerce commis
sion in the matter of substituting the
space for the weight basis as a meth
od of paying for railway mail trail**
portation.
NEW OIL WELLS.
Washington, D. C., July 18. —Discov
ery of new wells last year increased
the production of crude oil in the gulf
field 57 per cent over 1914, the geolog
ical survey announced today:
Illinois showed a falling off of 13
per cent in 1915 production.
CHILD FALLS TO DEATH.
Chicago, July 18. —While his mother
was hanging the family washing on tho
fire escape, Michael Ciglan, 20 months
old, toddled out behind her and fell
three floors to the sidewalk and was in
stantly killed.
HEN MOTHERS EAGLES.
Sioux City, July lo.—Three young
eagles in the Stone park zoo here are
causing a hen which essayed the role
of fostermother, no end of trouble.
The eagles pay no attention to the
kind hearted old hen which insists on
followinsr them about and offering the
shelter of her wings. The situation la
furnishing no end of amusement foa
park visitors.
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