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CHAPTER XI. (Continued.)
Yes, it Is, that's so. I think I
Wouldquit, if I were you. I was just
thinking how silly it is for me to keep
on writing to some girls I used to
know. Don't eare two cents about
?em. I'm going to cut it out as soon
pa I get home. But you will write to
pie, won't you?"
"Yes, of course." Prudence laughed
Ihyly. "It seems so—well, nice—to
Wink of getting letters from you."
"IH bet there are a lot of nice fel
low* in Mount Mark, aren't there?"
Why, no. I can't think of any real
jjilee ones! Oh, they are all right. I
have lots of friends here, but they are
—I do not know what! They do not
Boom very nice. I wouldn't care if I
jilever saw them again. But they are
|ood to me."
"Yes, I -can grasp that," he said
•rtth-feeling.
Is Des Moines just full of beautiful
girls?"
"I should say not. I never saw a
real beautiful girl in Des Moines in
my life. Or any place else, for that
matter—until I came— You know
irhen you come right down to it, there
ire mighty few girls that look—just
the way you want them to look."
Prudence nodded. "That's the way
irith men, too. Of all the men I have
|een in my life, I never saw one be
fore that looked just the way I wanted
Sim to."
& "Before?" he questioned eagerly,
it "Yes," said Prudence frankly. "You
look Just as I wish you to."
And in the meanwhile, at the par
tonage, Fairy was patiently getting
breakfast. "Prudence went out for
ijn early bicycle ride—so the members
ijrouldn't catch her,'' she explained to
tile family. "And she isn't back yet.
Shell probably stay out until after
ikoon, and then ride by the grooery
tore where the ladies have their Sat
urday sale. That's Prudence, all over.
Oh, father, I did forget your eggs
i^ain, I am afraid they are too hard,
gin, twins, you carry in the oatmeal
we will eat. No use to wait for
dence—it would be like waiting
the next comet."
Indeed, it was nearly noon when a
,11,* one-horse spring wagon drove
to the parsonage yard. Mr. Starr
as in his study with a book, but he
_ard a piercing shiek from Connie
ad-a shrill "Prudence!" from one of
twins- He was downstairs in
ree leaps and rushing wildly out to
little rickety wagon. And there
as Prudence!
"Don't be frightened, father. I've
ust sprained my ankle, and it doesn't
urt hardly any. But the bicycle is
iroken—we'll have to pay for it. You
use my own money in the bank,
oor Mr. Davis had to walk all the
,y to town because there wasn't any
om for him in the wagon with me
fjrlng down like this. Will you carry
in?"
Connie's single bed was hastily
ought downstairs and Prudence de
sited ,upon it. "There's no use to
me' upstairs," she assured them.
won't stay there. I want to be
down here where I can boss the girls."
The doctor came in and bandaged
:he swollen purple ankle. Then they
,d dinner—they tried to remember
to call it luncheon, but never succeed
ed! After that, the whole parsonage
family grouped about the little single
bed in the cheery sitting room.
"Whose coat is this, Prudence?"
asked Connie.
"And where in the world did you get
these towels and silk shirts?" added
Fairy.
Prudence blushed most exquisitely.
"They are Mr. Harmer's," she said,
jr and glanced nervously at her father.
"Whose?" chorused the family. And
it was plain to be seen that Lark was
f, ready to take mental notes with an
eye to future stories.
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THE HMOUS STORY OF A HAPPY FAMILY
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it down and keep still,
I will tell you all about it. But you
must not interrupt me. What time is
f,' It, Fairy?"
"Two o'clock."
"Oh, two. Then I have plenty of
when I got to that
little
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cross-cut through the hickory grove,
about four miles out from town, I
thought I would coast down the long
hill. Do you remember that hill, fath
er? There was no one In sight, and no
animals, except one hoary old mule,
grazing at the bottom. It was irre
sistible, absolutely irresistible. So I
coasted. But you know yourself, fath
er, there is no trusting a mule. They
are the most undependable animals."
Prudence looked thoughtfully down at
the bed for a moment, and added slow
ly, "Still, I have no hard feelings
against the mule. In fact, I kind of
like him.—Well, anyway, just as I got
to the critical place in the hill, that
mule skipped right out in front of me.
It looked as though he did it on pur
pose. I did not have time to get out
of his way, and it never occurred to
Mattie Moore wheel and upset me
KU^e that mule never
budged! Jerry —er Harmer— Mr.
Harmer, you know—said he believed _p
an earthquake could coast downhill
onto that mule without seriously in
conveniencing him. I was hurt a little
and couldn't get up. And so he jump
ed over the fence—No, Connie, not the
mule, of course! Mr. Harmer! He
jumped over the fence and put his
coat on the ground and made a pillow
for me with the shirts and towels in
his bag and carried me over. Then
he wanted to go for ». wagon to bring
me home, but I was too nervous and
scared, so he stayed with me. Then
Mr. Davis came along with his cart,
and Jerry—er—Harmer, you know,
helped put me in, and the cart was so
small they both had to walk."
"Where is he now?" "Is he young?"
"Is he handsome?" "Did he look rich?"
'"Don't be silly, girls. He went to
the hotel, I suppose. Anyhow, he left
us as soon as we reached town. He
said he was in a hurry, and had some
thing to look after. His coat was un
derneath me in the wagon, and he
wouldn't take it out for fear of hurting
my ankle, so the poor soul is probably
wandering around this town in his
shirt sleeves."
Already, in the eyes of the girls,
this Jerry—er—Harmer, had taken un
to himself all the interest of the affair.
"He'll have to come for his coat,"
said Lark. "We're bound to see him."
"Where does he live? What wa^s he
doing in the hickory grove?" inquired
Mr. Starr with a strangely sinking
heart, for her eyes were alight with
new and wonderful radiance,
"He lives in Des Moines. He was
just walking into town and took a
short cut through the grove."
"Walking! From Des Moines?"
Prudence flushed uncomfortably. "I
didn't think of that." she said. "But
I do not see why he ahould not walk if
he likes. He's strong and athletic, and
fond of exercise. I guess he's plenty
able to walk if he wants to. I'm sure
he's no tramp, father, if that is what
you are thinking."
"I am not thinking anything of the
kind, Prudence," he said with dignity.
"But I do think it rather strange that
a young man should set out to walk
from Des Moines to Mount Mark. And
why should he be at it so early in the
morning? Doesn't he require sleep, as
the rest of us do?"
"How should I know? I guess if he
likes to be out in the morning when it
is fresh and sweet, it is all right. I
like the morning myself. He had as
much right out early as I had. His
clothes were nice and he is a Harvard
graduate and his shoes were dusty but
not soiled or worn. Anyhow, he is
coming at 4 o'clock. If you want to
ask if he is a tramp, you can do it."
And Prudence burst into tears.
Dramatic silence in the cheerful sit
ting room! Then Fairy began bustling
about to bathe the face and throat of
"poor little Prudence," and her father
said sympathetically:
"You're all nervous and wrought up,
with the pain and excitement. Pru
dence. I'm glad he is coming so we
can thank him for his kindness. It
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wasn't it? A Harvard- graduatei Yes, I whispered wretchedly, "Oh.. father, he
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they are pretty strong on athletics at
Harvard. You'd better straighten this
room a little and have things looking
nice when he gets here," said Father
Starr, with great diplomacy. And he
was rewarded, and startled, by observ
ing that Prudence brightened wonder
fully at his words.
"Yes, do," she urged eagerly. "Get
some of the roses from the corner
bush, and put them on the table there.
And when you go upstairs, Fairy,
you'd better bring down that little lace
Bpread
in the bottom drawer of our
dresser. It'll look very nice on this
bed.—Work hard, girls, and get every
thing looking fine. Iie'll be here at
four, he said. You twins must wear
your white dresses, and Connie must
put on her blue and wear her blue
bows. Fairy, do you think it would
be all right for you to wear your silk
dress? Of course, the silk is rather
grand for home, but you do look so
beautiful in It. Father, will you put
on your black suit, or are you too
busy? And don't forget to wear the
pearl cuff buttons Aunt Grace sent
you."
He went upstairs to obey with de
spair in his heart. But to the girls,
there was nothing strange in this
exactness on the part of Prudence. Jer
rold Harmer was the hero of the ro
mance and they must unite to do him
honor. He was probably a prince in
disguise. Jerrold Harmer was a per
fectly thriving name. It was really a
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him to get out of mine, and -so jja(jy Prudence was very effective, too.
broke.
hame that America allows no titles,
Lord JerroM
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smind
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so noble and
prudence were married, and
had a famll of four childreil( named
the var
i0US Starrs, before one hour
"I'll begin my book right away,"
Lark was saying. She and Carol were
in the dining room madly polishing
their Sunday shoes—what time they
were not performing the marriage cer
emony of their sister and The Hero.
"Yes, do! But for goodness' sake,
don't run her into a mule! Seems to
me even Prudence could have done
better than that."
"I'll have his automobile break down
in the middle of the road and Pru
dence can run into it. The carbureter
came off and of course the car
Wouldn't
run an inch without it.
"Yes, that's good," said Carol ap
provingly. "It must be a sixty cylin
der, eight horsepower—er—Ford, or
something real big and costly."
"Twins! You won't be ready," warn
ed Prudence, and this dire possibility
sent them flying upstairs in a panic.
While the girls, bubbling over with
excitement, were dressing for the
great event, Mr. Starr went downstairs
to sit with Prudence. Carol called to
him on his way down and he paused
on the stair case, looking up at her.
"Lark and I are going to use some
of Fairy's powder, father," she said.
"We feel that we simply must on an
occasion like this. And for goodness'
sake, don't mention it before Him! It
doesn't happen very often, you know,
but today we simply must. Now, don't
you say anything about falling in the
flour barrel, or turning pale all of a
sudden, whatever else you do. We'd be
so mortified, father."
Mr. Starr was concerned with more
weightier matters and went on down
to Prudence with never so much as a
reproving shake of the head for the
worldly minded young twins.
"Father," began Prudence# her eyes
on the lac« coverlet, "do you think it
would be all right for me to wear that
silk dressing gown of mother's? I
need something over my nightgown,
and my old flannel kimono is so ugly.
You know, mother said I was to have
it, and—I'm twenty now. Do you think
it would be all right? But if you do not
want me to wear it—"
"I do want you to," was the prompt
reply. "Yes, it is quite time you were
wearing it. I'll get it out of the trunk
myself and send Fairy down to help
you." Then as he turned toward the
door he. asked carelessly, "Is he good
looking, Prudence?"
And Prudence, with a crimson face,
answered quickly, "Oh, I really didn't
notice, father."
He went on upstairs then and pres
ently Fairy came down with the dainty
silk gown trimmed with fine soft lace.
"I brought my lavender ribbon for
your hair, Prudence. It will match
the gown so nicely. Oh, you do look
so sweet, dearest. I pity Jerrold Harm'
er, I can tell you that. Now I must
hurry and finish my own dressing."
But with her foot on the bottom
stair, she paused. Her sister was call
ing after her. "Send father down
here, quick, Fairy."
Father ran down quickly, and Pru
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WTUMWA COURIER, THURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1916
The Courier's Magazine and Home Page
HELP
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
MARSHMALLOWS.
They were Alice Wibblewobble's
marshmallow candies to begin with.
I'll tell you that much at the start
of the story, so you wont be asking
questions. Yes, Alice Wlbblewobble,
the nice duck girl, who was staying
near the same place at the seashore
where "Uncle Wiggily, the rabbit gen
tleman, hal his hollow stump bunga
low—Alice had a whole round, tin,
ten-cent box full of the marshmallows.
Of course her sister Lulu had some,
too. and so did her brother Jimmie.
The way that it happened was this:
Uncle Wiggily, with the three Wlb
blewobble children, had gone for a
stroll on the boardwalk, one day when,
in a store where there were souvenir
postcards for sale, Alice saw the
marshmallow candy.
"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" she began,
and then she stopped.
"Well, what is it?" asked the old
gentleman rabbit kindly, as he brush
ed a fly off his whiskers by wiggling
his left ear. "What is it?"
"Oh. I forgot," explained the little
duck girl. "Mamma said I wasn't to
ask you for any."
"Any what?" asked Uncle Wiggily,
curious like.
"Candy," spoke Alice, shyly like.
"I'm not to ask you for any marsh
mallow candies. Mamma said I wasn't
to. But the man here has some, and
of course, If YOU want to buy any,
I can't stop you. And I guess Lulu
and Jimmie won't stop you, either:
Will you?" asked Alice.
No, indeed!" exclaimed Jimmie
quickly. Lulu said the same thing.
"Well, well!-' laughed Uncle Wig'
gily. "I guess I will buy some marsh
mallows, since you have mentioned it.
Let's have three boxes," he said to the
postcard man.
"But I didn't ask you for them
did I?" Alice inquired. "Mamma will
be sure to want to know."
"No, you didn't exactly ask me,"
and Uncle Wiggily laughed again, so
hard that his glasses fell off, and would
have broken, only Jummie caught
them in his yellow bill.
"Don't you want some marshmal
lows for yourself?" ask the boy duck,
when he saw that Uncle Wiggily had
only bought three boxes.
"No," replied the rabbit gentleman.
"I don't care much for them, and, be
sides, I expect I'll have to help you
roast yours."
"On the beach this evening," replied
Uncle Wiggily. "We'll make a little
flre of driftwood, and roast the soft
candies over the hot embers. It will
be great fun."
Well, a little later It was evening,
and Uncle Wiggily, and the Wlbble
wobble ducks, went down on the sands
to roast the candies. The rabbit gentle
man built the fire, and made some
pointed sticks.
The duck children stuck the marsh
mallows on the points of the stick,
and held them over the hot embers.
Uncle Wiggily showed them how.
Then they began roasting. The
candies, I mean, not the duck children.
"Oh, hear! My candy's on flre! It's
blazing!" suddenly cried*Lulu.
"Blow ij out, and don't hold it so
closely to the hot embers," advised
Uncle Wiggily.
Oh, gracious sakes alive and some
horse radish!" cried Jimmie, "my
marshmallow slipped off the stick, and
fell into the flre."
'Fasten on another, and be more
careful next time," said the rabbit
gentleman.
"Oh, mine's roasted! Now I'm go
ing to eat it!" exclaimed Alice. And
really her marshmallow was cooked
a lovely brown, and It was all swelled
—he is good looking. I—I did notice it.
I didn't really mean to lie to you."
"There, now, Prudence," he said,
kissing he*- tenderly, "you mustn't get
excited again. I'm afraid you are too
nervous to have callers. You must lie
very quietly until he comes. That was
no lie, child. You are so upset you do
not know what you are saying today.
Be quiet now. Prudence—it's nearly
time for him to come."
"You are a dear good father," she
cried, kissing his hands pasionately,
"but it was a die. I did know
what I was saying. I did it on pur
pose."
And Mr. Starr's heart was heavy for
he knew that his fears were realized.
(To be continued.)
AimTTST a. iflf* A*
Children's Evening Story
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up like a little baloon. "Ouch, it's
hot!" she cried as she burned her
tongue on it.
"Wait until it cools," said Uncle
Wiggily.
Well, after that they all got along
very well, and they roasted many
marshmallows and ate them.
"I'm going to save some fQr tomor
row night," said Jimmie and his sister
Lulu said the same thing. But Alice
remarked:
"Oh, I think I've had enough. Here,
Uncle Wiggily, take what are left in
my box and give them to the poor lit
tle mousie girl, and the other animal
children that you brought down from
the hot city to stay at the seashore
for fresh air."
"I will," said Uncle Wiggily, "and
I'll roaBt the candies for them." Then
Lulu and Jimmie also felt sorry for
the poor little animal children, and
they gave up what were"left of their
candies, only there weren't very
many in their tin boxes.
But I give Alice credit for thinking
of it first and also for getting Uncle
Wiggily to buy the candies so that's
why I called them her marshmallows
you see.
Well, pretty soon it got time for. the
Wibblewobble children to go to bed,
and Uncle Wiggily wished them good
night. Then, taking the marshmallows
he hopped on to his own bungalow, in
tending to have a candy roast for his
other little friends.
"Oh, goodie!" cried the mousie girl,
when Uncle Wiggily told her and the
others to come out and sit around the
flre with their pointed sticks, ready for
some fun.
"Goodie-good and also some mo
lasses cookies!" said the poor little
kittle cat girl.
Well, soon they were roasting marsh
mallows, that is all but the little
mousie girl's baby sister, and Uncle
Wiggily baked hers for her over the
hot embers, because she was too small
to hold the sharp stick. He had given
her two candies and was just cooking
the third candy, which was getting a
lovely brown, when, all at once, out
from the ocean sprang a big, bad sea
rat.
"Ah, ha!" he cried, chattering his
teeth as if he were cold. "At last I
have that rabbit! I've been waiting to
catch him for a long time. Now I'll
take him away with me."
Wasn't he impolite though? And to
think that he was a distant relation to
the mousie girl! Oh, some things are
terrible.
"You leave Uncle Wiggily alone!"
the mousie girl said bravely.
"I will not!" replied the sea rat,
most impolitely, and he sprang for the
rabbit gentleman. At this the mousie
girl and all the others ran away to
look for a boardwalk policeman.
"Now I have you!" cried the sea rat
as he crept close to the rabbit.
"Oh, please don't hurt me!" begged
Uncle Wiggily.
"Yes, I will!" growled the rat, and he
was just going to take the rabbit
gentleman aWay down under the ocean
waves, when, all at once, Uncle Wig
gily happened to think of the hot
marshmallow he had on the end of the
sharp* stick. It was one he was roast
ing for the baby mousie.
"Here! Eat this instead of me!" he
said to the sea rat.
With that the rabbit gentleman
thrust the i-edhot candy right into the
open mouth of the bad creature.
"Oh, wow! Oh, trolley cars! Oh,
ice cream cones! Oh, souvenir pos
tals!" cried the bad sea rat, for his
mouth was very hot—as hot as vinegar
and pepper and mustard all mixed to
gether. "Oh, woe is me!" he cried,
down in the ocean to cool off his
and then he gave one jump and landed
tongue, and so he didn't get Uncle
Wiggily that night, nor ever after
ward, in fact, though he tried very
hard.
Then-the mousie girl and the other
animal children came back, and all the
marshmallow candies were roasted
and eaten, except the one that had
burned the sea rat, and then every
body went to bed, and so must you.
But in the next story, in case the
hammock doesn't break down with
the fat boy and punch a hole in the
ground for the grass to go to sleep
in, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily
and Jimmie's. kite.
TO HUNT DEFECTIVES.
Chicago, Aug. 1.—Subnormal mind
conditions are to be the subject of a
survey which opened today under the
direction of the Rockefeller institute.
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FORBES
Chiropody
EXPERT MASSEURS claim that massage
will cure most of the evils of the day,
by toning the muscles and helping cir
culation. Osteopaths say that their
science is best, since it treats bones
and nerves. Doctors work from the di
gestion out, In that they give certain
drugs that act through the stomach
on the blood.
And each is right. But for such
small but bothersome troubles as
swollen and tired feet, corns, and
so on, just plain rubbing Is about the
best of cures. Of course, you cannot
rub off an aggravated com, which is
unfortunate, but you can prevent
future corns from coming by rubbing
the feet vigorously each night after
your bath.
For the housewife who ends her
work with aching feet and ankles,
and the girl whose duties keep her
standing during the day till her feet
are -fiery hot, the same advice. ap
plies. A hot foot bath to relax the
muscles and draw fresh blood into
them, a bath with a handful of salt,
preferably, and a rubbing with a
towel and then with the hands, will
take all the ache and pain away.
While the feet are fresh from their
bath, and their rubbing, clip the toe
nails almost straight across with
your manicure scissors—the big toe
nail may be too thick and require
heavier ones—run the nail file under
the toes to get out the lint that col
lects from the stockings and clip oft
all pieces of callous skin, before It
gets hard enough to form the nu
cleus for a corn.
If your large toe nail does not
grow under the skin a bit on the
sides, it is because too much lint has
gotten in, and "spoiled" the nail.
Take wisps of cotton, dip them into
peroxide to make them antiseptic,
and run them under the nail. In a
few weeks, remove them and the nail
will heal of itself.
Questions sad Answers
Would you tuqpest taking a wart off
the face at hornet I notice tome cor
respondents have been ashing for help
with v:arts.—XrMe J). V.
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Reply—A wart on the f*c« bad better
be removed by a professional, and done
by electricity. One reasonN is, that the
akin on the faoe Is more sensitive tban
the hands, and there no reason why on*
should risk even so sllcbt a scar as eould
come from a wart, when the prloe to re-,
•move it is so small.
Care for your toes a* faithfully at
for your handt
Do you think dimples an attraction, ant
OGM they be, made through any treatmenti
—A. Reader.
Reply—I think them darling and lov
able, but they belong only to tbe favored
few, whom Dame Nature bas cbosen foi
them. If you were made without them, it
is because you look best without them, se
do not imagine your style needs them
even If they could be produced.
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