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GALVESTON TRIBUNE: TUESDAY, JANUARY 30, 1917.
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OUR RETURNING TROOPS.
(Copyright, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company.)
She smiled hospi-
But serve a micro-
“Oh, I adore it.
I want to ex-
scope with it, please.
SANCTUM-SIFTINGS
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ly with a smile at Babbie.
CHAPTER VII.
“Oh, there is !” she
declared Carol with
The
ficer will overlook.
should
Prospective vessel owners
“Ah, fortune
“Asleep!” she cried.
How I
Whoever and whatever was respon-
sible for the clash between Mexicans
tably, 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
Fairy was awake,
scoffed.
“Yes, there is,”
love these darling little twinnies—in
their sleep!”
An audible sniff from beneath the
covers, and Fairy, smiling, mischievous-
us.
be
New York Office, 171 Madison Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Prudence went to investigate, and;
Fairy shoved a big chair near the;
table, waving her hand toward it light-;
In summing up the reasons for un-
employment in Belgium, Germany ap-
9
encouraged to investigate Texas ship-
building facilities with the view of
buying it Made-in-Texas. Besides,
“Marie Louise” is a deep-water debut-
ante wotrh while and worth enthusias-
tic publicity.
ty, went into the front room to prepare
for her caller.
; The Bell rang as she was dressing.
Prudence went to the door, preternat-
urally ceremonious, and ushered Mr.
Babler into the front room. She did
not observe that the young man sniffed
in as peculiar 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-
To enter a man's office and copy his
letters is unlawful, a New York court
has decided. The contents of letters,
it appears, are just as much private
property as the letters themselves.
memories for many months.
“The offense was against Fairy,”
said Prudence, with a solemnity she
did not feel, “and the reparation must
be done to her. For three weeks you
must do all of her bedroom work, and
run every errand she requires. More-
over, you must keep her shoes well
cleaned and nicely polished, and must
do every bit of her darning!”
The twins would have preferred
whipping a thousand times. They felt
they had got a whipping’s worth of
pleasure out of their mischief! But a
punishment like this sat heavily upon
their proud young shoulders, and from
that time on they held Fairy practi-
cally immune from their pranks.
Prudence did not bother her head
about etiquette after that experience.
“I’m strong for comfort,” she declared,
“and since the two cannot live together
in one family, I say we do without eti-
quette.”
And Fairy nodded in agreement,
smiling good-naturedly.
--a
CHAPTER VI.
y Carrier or Mail, Postage Prepaid, Per
ek, 10c; Per Month, 45c; Per Year, $5.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
Which reminds
kinseed perch.
this Babbling young prince? Not so!' . , ,,
Let Fairy go aftr the oysters!” ' " en5 0 aud
(ge
“Well, we’ll serve oyster stew then.
Now, will you twins run downtown
for the oysters?” asked Prudence
briskly.
“Who?. Us?” demanded Lark, indig-
nantly and ungrammatically. “Do you
think we can carry home oysters for,
sank into a low rocker, and leaned;
one arm on the table. She wrinkled'
her forehead thoughtfully. .
From the growing number of train
wrecks, munitions disasters and other
accidents, it is made very clear that
the European life insurance companies
are not having much easy picking these
days.
* "To"te sure I like him. Lie’s great
fun. He’s always joking and never
has a' sensible thought, and hates
study. The only reason he came here
Instead of going to a big college in
the East is because his father is a
(To Be Continued.)
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It’s all right to have taking ways,
but it is just as well to,also have a
few bringing back ones.
To be absolutely happy a woman
must have as much confidence in her1
husband as she has in her dressmaker.
and Americans on the Arizona border, j trustee »
it is becoming increasingly apparent
Then shel why. The punishment inflicted upon
them by Prudence rankled in their
A Burglar’s Visit. \
“Prue !"
A small hand gripped Prudence’s
shoulder, and again came a hoarsely
whispered:
“Prue!”
Prudence sat up in bed with a1
bounce.
“What in the world?” she began,-
gazing out into the room, half-lighted
by the moonshine, and seeing Carol and
Lark shivering beside her bed. 1
“Sh! Sh ! Hush !” whispered Lark.
“There’s a burglar in our room!”
Bv this time, even sound-sleerins
pears to have overlooked several es-
sential facts which the Belgian en-
voy to America has kindly undertaken
to point out. It is not believed, how-
ever, that Berlin will feel much srat
itude for the service.
“Cases of men being frozen to death
are plentiful,” excerpt from a Vienna
, dispatch anent the effect of intense
could upon military operations. This
seems appalling until we recollect that
cases of death by freezing are of need-
lessly frequent occurrence each and
every winter in some of our most pros-
perous Northern cities.
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is kind. They are asleep.
The Mexicans haven’t had the moral
courage to make permanent their ban
on bullfighting, a fact which, perhaps,
will give many Americans a superior
sort of feeling. At that, fewer human
beings are slain each year by bull-
fighting than there are in American
automobile racing.
HIGH AND "HIGH" SHOES.
San Antonio Light.
Recently a delivery boy ' called at
one of the New York hotels with a
package of shoes for a lady who had
purchased them, and was a guest at
the hotel. The bill for that one pair
of shoes was $63.50, which it will be
generally admitted is “some ’ price for
one pair of shoes. They were deco-
rated with rhinestone buttons, and had
other fjxings that made them worth
the money that was asked for them.
Low as this price may seem to the
socially ambitious woman who is
anxious to cut some figure with fine
footwear, there is encouragement to be
found, as $63.50 is by no means the
limit of what may be paid in New
York, and presumably elsewhere, for
shoes. , -
For example, they have some little
black evening slippers that will stand
you in, or put you out—as you choose
to regard it—$75. These are not ornate,
but they have rhinestone heels that
twinkle and shine.
For everyday wear in the streets,
presumably with a short skirt, there
are shoes than can be secured for $45.
It is said that the vamps of these are
“purple blue metallic” kid and that the
tops are of light green embroidered
with red flowers. Whatever color is
“purple blue metallic” kid, cannot
even be guessed at. Those whose
curiosity is uncontrollable can pay $45
and obtain the information.
like a little nice, hot oyster stewl"
she chirped methodically. And Fairy
said, “Oh, yes, indeed, Prudence—this
is so nice of you.”
The three gathered sociably about
the table. Babbie was first to taste
the steaming stew. He gasped, and
gulped, and swallowed some water
with more haste than grace. Then he
toyed idly with spoon and wafer until
Prudence tasted also. Prudence did
not gasp. She did not cry out. She
looked up at her sister with wide eyes
—a world of pathos in the glance.
But Fairy did not notice.
“Now,. please do not ask me to talk
until I have finished my soup,” she
wassaying brightly!
Then she tasted it! She dropped
Within the next few clays the Ameri-
can punitive expedition, which was
sent into Mexico to capture, if possi-
ble, Bandi Villa, will have returned
to this side of .the border. According
to reports emanating from Washington
it is stated that mo de^nite disposition
of the soldiers composing the expedi-
tion has yet been decided upon, other
than that many of the units will be used
to relieve members of the., national
guard now doing patrol duty along the
border. It is believed that some sort
of substantial recognition should be
given the soldiers for their splendid
conduct under the trying conditions
to which they have been subjected
during their occupancy of Mexican
territory, and no more fitting endorse-
ment of their behavior could be given
than to send a good proportion of
them to some congenial camp where
they could be made, in a measure, to
forget the hardships and climatic ex-
tremes to which they have been sub-
jecte while in the Sonora desert.
It is safe to venture the assertion
that the several thousand soldiers,
who spent some time in Galveston be-
fore being hurried to the Mexican
, border, would be more than pleased
to pay this section a second visit.'There
could be no more suitable selection'of
a place for recuperating than right
here where surf bathing and cordial
relations, between citizens and sol-
diery, made the former visit of the
troops a pleasant remembrance. If
left to a vote of the men there is lit-
tle doubt that most of them would sig-
nify a desire to return here, and the
nation owes it to then! to give them
a few months where their surroundings
will tend to offset the effects of the
strenuous experiences through which
they have gone.
Galveston is so situated that the men
would be immediately available in the
. event further complications arose, and
probably no other place within a thou-
sand miles of the border can offer
equal facilities and attractions. There
was nothing in the history of the time
spent here by the men before being
• ordered to the Mexican border that
would militate against their coming
to this place for several months and
relieving them by others at the end
of that time, it would enable the war
department to give the entire expedi-
tionary force a treat which there can
be no doubt they would fully appre-
ciate.
The health Tecord made by the men
when last here would indicate that no
other camp site will offer anything
better in this direction, the nearness
of the city to the camp ground will af-
ford the men every opportunity for en-
tertainment and the supplying of any
want, not looked after bx the com-
missary • department; then, soi long
as matters in Mexico are unsettled, it
were a wise provision to have a few
thousand soldiers here with transports
at hand for carrying the men quick-
ly to where they may be needed. It is
not anticipated that the men will be
called upon to take ship for foreign
service, but this is one of the possi-
bilities which no astute military' of-
SUBSCRIPTION RATES wE.
But Prudence asked, “Where did you
get this money, Connie?”
“I borrowed it—from the bank,” Con-
nie replied with proper gravity. “I
have two years to pay it back. Mr.
Harold says they are proud to have my
trade.”
Prudence was silent for several long
Seconds. Then she inquired in a low
voice, “Did you tell him why you want-
ed it?”
“Yes, I explained the whole situa-
tion.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he knew just how I felt,
because he knew he couldn’t go to
church in his wife’s coat.—No, I said
that myself, but he agreed with me. He
'did not say very much, but he looked
sympathetic. He said he anticipated
great pleasure in seeing me in my new
coat at church next Sunday.”
“Go on with your luncheon, twins,”
said Prudence sternly. “You’ll be late
to school. We’ll see about going down .
town when you get home tonight, Con-
nie. Now, eat your luncheon, and
don’t talk about coats any more.”
When Connie had gone back to
school, Prudence went straight to Mr.
Harold’s bank. Flushed and embar-
rassed, she explained the situation
frankly. “My sympathies are all with
Connie,” she said candidly. “But I am
afraid father would,not like it. We are
dead set against borrowing. After—■
our mother was taken, we were crowd-
ed pretty close for money. So we had
to go in debt. It took us two years to
get it, paid. Father and Fairy and I
talked it over then, and decided we
would starve rather than borrow again.-
Even the twins understood it, but Con-
nie was too little. She doesn’t know
how heartbreaking it is to keep hand-
ing over every cent. for debt, when one
is just yearning for other things. I do
wish she might have the coat, but I‘m
afraid father would not like it. She
gave me the five dollars for safekeep-
ing, and I have brought it back.”
Mr. Harold shook his head. “No,
Connie must have her coat. This will
be a good lesson for her. It will teach
her the bitterness of living under debt !
Besides, Prudence, I think in my heart
that she is right this time. This is a
case where borrowing is justified. Get
her the coat, and I’ll square the ac-
count with your father.” Then he!
added, “And I’ll look after this salary
business after this. I’ll arrange with
the trustees that I am to pay your fa-
ther his full salary the first of every
month, and that the church receipts are
to be turned in to me. And if they
do not pay up, my lawyer can do a lit-
tle investigating! Little Connie earned
that five dollars, for she taught one
trustee a sorry lesson. And he will
have to pass it on to the others in self-
defense! Now, run along and get the
coat, and if five dollars isn’t enough
you can have as much mor as you
need. Your father will get his salary
afer this, my dear, if we have to mort-
gage the parsonage!”
some heat. .“We heard him, plain as
day. He stepped into the closet, didn’t
he, Lark?”
“He certainly did,” agreed Lark, y
“Did you see him?”
“No, we heard him. Carol heard
him first, and she spoke, and nudged
me. Then I heard him, too. He was
at our dresser, but he shot across the
room'and into the closet. He closed
the door after him. He’s there now.”
“You’ve been dreaming,” said Fairy,
lying down again.
“We don’t generally dream the same
thing at the same minute,” said Carol
stormily. “I tell you he’s in there.”
“And you two great big girls came
off and left poor little Connie in there
alone with a burglar, did you? Well,
you are nice ones, I must say.”
And Prudence leaped out of bed and
started for the door, followed by Fairy,
with the twins creeping fearfully along
in the rear.
“She was asleep,” muttered Carol.
“We didn’t want to scare her,” added
Lark. % i
Prudence was careful to turn the
switch by the door, so that the room
was in full light before she entered.
The closet doorjwas wide open. Con-
nie was soundly sleeping. There was
no one else in the room.
. “You see?” said Prudence sternly.
“I’ll bet he took our ruby rings,” de-
clared Lark, and the twins and Fairy
ran to the dresser to look.
But a sickening realization had come
home to Prudence. In the lower hall,
under the staircase, was a small dark
closet which they called the dungeon.
The dungeon door was big and solid,
and was equipped with a heavy catch-
lock. In this dungeon, Prudence kept
the family silverware, and all the
. money she had on hand, as it could
there be safely locked away. But more
often than not, Prudence forgot to lock
it. ,
her spoon with a great clatter, and
jumped up from the table. “Mercy!”
she shrieked. “It is poisoned!”
Babbie leaned back in his chair and
laughed until his eyes were wet. Pru-
dence’s eyes were wet, too, but not
from laughter! What would etiquette
think of her, after this?
“What did you do to this soup, Pru-
dence?” demanded Fairy.
“I made it—nothing else,” faltered
poor Prudence, quite crushed by this
blow. And oysters forty cents a pint!
“It’s pepper, I think,” gasped Bab-
bie. “My insides bear startling •testi-
mony to the presence of pepper.”
And he roared again, while Prudence
began a critical examination of the
oysters. She found them literally
stuffed with pepper; there was no
doubt of it. The twins had done dead-
ly work!
“Revenge, ye gods, how sweet,”
chanted Fairy. “The twins are get-
ting even with a vengeance—the same
twins you said were adorable, Babbie.”
It must be said for. Fairy that her
good nature could stand almost any-
thing. Even this did not seriously
disturb her. “Do you suppose you can
find us some milk, Prue? And crack-
ers! I’m so fond of crackers and
milk, aren’t you, Babbie?”
But it is not. for military reasons
that the men should be given a pe-
Nod of recreation where environment
will add so much in making that time
agreeable arid rejuvenating; if half
that has been written about the ex-
perience of the men, while in Mexico
is true, they deserve the rest, and the
government should recognize its obli-
gation to them. Should the soldiers be
sent here within the next month or
. six weeks, they will find the climate
most delightful and the surf bathing
not at all unpleasant, even in the. early
spring months. Send the soldier boys
here, and let them have a good time.
The service will be made all the better
by a recognition of this sort by the
war department.
- the machine.
“Here comes Connie!” Prudence
hastily swept a pile of scraps out of
sight, and turned to greet her little
sister with a cheery smile.
“Come on in, Connie,” she cried,
with a brightness she did not feel.
“Fairy and I are making you a new
coat. Isn’t it pretty? And so warm!
See the nice velvet collar and cuffs.
We want to fit it on you right away,
dear.”
Connie picked up a piece of the
goods and examined it intently.
“Don’t you want some fudge, Con-
nie?” exclaimed Fairy, shoving the
dish toward her hurriedly.
Connie took a piece from the plate,
and thrust it between her teeth. Her
eyes were still fastened upon the brown
furry cloth.
“Where did you get this stuff?” she
inquired, as soon as she was able to
speak.
“Out of the trunk in the garret, Con-
nie. Don’t you want some more fudge?
I put a lot of nuts in, especially on
your account.”
“It's good,” said Connie, taking an-
other piece. She examined the cloth
very closely. “Say, Prudence, isn’t this
that old brown coat of father’s?”
Fairy shoved her chair back from the
machine, and ran to the window.
“Look, Prue,” she cried. “Isn’t that
Mrs. Adams coming this way? I won-
der—”
“No, it isn’t,” answered Connie
gravely. “It’s just Miss Avery getting
home from school.—Isn’t it, Prudence?
Father’s coat, I mean?”
“Yes, Connie, it is,” said Prudence,
very, very gently. “But no one here
has seen it, and it is such nice cloth—
just exactly what girls are wearing
now.”
“But I wanted a new coat!” Connie
did not cry. She stood looking at Pru-
dence with her wide hurt eyes.
“Oh, Connie, I’m just as sorry as
you are,” cried' Prudence, with starting
tears. “I know just how you feel about
it dearest! But the people didn’t pay;
father up last month. Maybe after
Christmas we can get you a coat. They;
pay up better then.”
“I think I'd rather wear my summer
coat until then,” said Connie soberly.
“Oh, but you can’t, dearest. It is too
cold. Won’t you be a good girl now,
and not mke sister feel badly about
it? It really is becoming to you, and it
is nice and warm. Take some more
fudge, dear, and run out-of-doors a
while. You'll feel better about it pres-
ently, I’m sure.”
Connie stood solemnly beside the
table, her eyes still fastened on the
coat, cut down from her father’s. “Can
I go and-take a walk?” she asked
finally. ,
“May I, you mean,” suggested Fairy.
“Yes, may I? Maybe I can reconcile
myself to it.”
“Yes, go and take a walk," urged
Prudence promptly, eager to get the
small sober face beyond her range of
vision.
“If I am not back when the twins
get home, go right on and eat without
me. I’ll come back when I get things
straightened out in iny/mind."
When Connie was quite beyond hear-
ing, Prudence dropped her head on the
table and went. “Oh, Fairy, if the mem.
vers just knew how such things hurt,
maybe they’d pay up a little better.
How-do they expect parsonage people
to keep up appearances when they,
haven't any money?”’
“Oh, now, Prue, you’re worse than
Connie! There’s no use to cry about
it. Parsonage people have to find hap-
piness in spite of financial misery.
Money isn’t the first thing with folks
' like us.” , _
“Poor little Connie! If she had
cried about it, I wouldn’t have cared so
much. But she looked so—heartsick,
didn’t she, Fairy?’"
Connie certainly was heartsick. More
than that, she was a little disgusted.
She felt herself apoused to take action.
Things had gone too far! Go to church
I in her father’s coat she could not! She
I walked sturdily down the street toward
the “city”—ironically so called. Her
, face was stony, her hands were
| clenched. But finally she brightened.
Her lagging steps quickened. She
skipped along quite. cheerfully. She
turned westward as she reached the,
corner of the square, and walked along;
that business street with shining eyes.
In front of the First National bank she
paused, but after a few seconds she
passed by. On the opposite corner was
another bank. When she reached it,
she walked in without pausing, and the
massive door swung behind her.
The four older girls were at the
table when Connie came home. She
exhaled quiet satisfaction from every
pore. Prudence glanced at her once,
and then looked away again. “She has
reconciled herself,” she thought. Din-
ner was half over before Constance
burst her bomb.
“Are you going to be busy Ahis after-
noon, Prudence?” she asked quietly.
“We are going to sew a little,” said
Prudence. “Why?”
“I wanted you to go downtown with
me after school.”
-“Well, perhaps I can do that. Fairy-
will be able to finish the coat alone.”
“You needn’t finish the coat—I can’t
wear father’s coat to church, Pru-
dence. It’s a—it’s a—physical impos-
sibility.”
The twins laughed, Fairy smiled, but
Prudence gazed at “the baby” with
tender pity.
“I’m so sorry, dearest, but we haven’t
the money to buy one now.”
“Will five dollars be enough?” in-
quired Connie, and she placed a crisp
new bill beside her plate. The twins
gasped! They gazed at Connie with
new respect. They were just wishing
they could handle five-dollar bills so
recklessly.
“Will you loan me twenty dollars un-
til after Christmas. Connie?” queried
Times change and so do opinions. 4
Less than a century ago the power of
England alone kept the Turk in Eu-
rope. Today England is doing her best
to get the Turk, out of Europe. A
century hence, if it be expedient for
her to do so, England may be defend-
ing the Turk just as bitterly as she is
reviling him today.
amine it for microbes befone I taste.”
But Prudence did better than that.
She made some delicious cocoa, and
’opened a can of pear preserves, donat-
ed to the parsonage by the amiable
Mrs. Adams. The twins were very
fond of pear preserves, and had been
looking forward to eating these on
their approaching birthday. They,
were doomed to disappointment! The
three had a merry little feast, after
all, and their laughter rang out so
often and so unrestrainedly that the
twins shook in their beds with rage
and disappointment.
It speaks well for the courage of
Babbie, and the attractions of Fairy,
that he came to the parsonage again
and again. In time he became the
best of friends with the twins them-
selves, but he always called them “the
adorables," and they never asked him
christening ceremonial, Beaumont.
Present, only the proud possessors and
a few friends, • “due to inclement
weather.” “Marie Louise” 'is 175 feet
long, 36 feet 8 inches wide. She will
have three masts, will' be schooner
rigged, and will have’'a carrying ca-
pacity of 600,000 feet of Texas lumber.
Beaumont, though a blue norther pre-
vail, should express more pride in the
output of its shipbuilding yard. Here
was occasion for a great gathering of
hustling citizens, some rollicky. music
by the municipal band, if Beaumont
happens) to have one, and a few
speeches by landlubbers, the builders
and the owners of the vessel in ques-
tion.
The launching of a ship of the “Marie
Louise” type is just as important as
the laying of a cornerstone, which
event generally is declared a several
hour holiday for hustlers and city
builders. Beaumont cannot afford to
build ships and then launch them with
the indifference of dropping a well-
baited pin hook in a creek ful of pump-
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Henry Lane Wilson has quit the
League to Enforce Peace, because the
“leaguers are trying to divert the
-league from-its originial purpose, and-
adopt as a program the plan for a
world alliance as put forward by Presi-
dent Wilson.” In other words Henry
L. thought the league a fine thing
until President Wilson vitalized it.
THE ONLY SoLUTION.
Houston Post.
Practically every American citizen
who has “done his bit” on the border
returns to his home convinced that
universal training is the only solution
of the defense problem. In a republic,
it is right and just that no man should
be called upon for more sacrifice than
is demanded of every other man, 'and
service like that upon the Mexican
border at this time is nothing short
of sacrifice of the most costly kind.
Maj. A. H. Williams of the Colorado
national guard says: “Every boy when
he finishes school should have from
one to three years of military train-
ing. He would be a better man for it
besides giving, to the country service
that is needed. Let them all have their
turn at the service, the rich and the
poor man’s son side by side. It will
make them both more democratic, give
them necessary physical training and
discipline and give the country its
needed military reserve.”
“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 grm.
. “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
almost bordering on talent, isn’t it?
Don’t look so distressed, Prue. Eti-
quette itself must be subservient to
twins, it seems. Don’t forget to bring
in the ste- at a quarter past nine, and
have it as good as possible—please,
dear.”
“I will,” vowed Prudence, “I’ll—I'll
us 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 poor job of en-
tertaining Babbie during her sister’s
absence. She felt really dizzy! Such
a way to introduce Etiquette into the
parsonage life. She was glad to make
her escape from the room when Fairy
’ returned, a graceful figure in fine blue
silk!
A little after nine she called out
dismally, “Fairy!” And Fairy, fearing
fresh disaster, came running out
"What now? What—”
“I forget what you told me to say,”
whispered Prudence wretchedly,
“what was it? The soup is 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. It doesn’t make any difference
what you say.”
“Oh, I am determined to do my part
just right,” vowed Prudence fervent-
ly, “according to etiquette , and all.
What was it you said?”
Fairy stifled her laughter with diffi-
culty, and said in a low voice,
“Wouldn’t you like a 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
DTUDENCE
OF THE DADSONGE
n, —
Practicing Economy.
It was a dull day early in Decem-
ber. Prudence and Fairy were sew-
ing in the bay window of the sitting
room.
“We must be sure to have all the
scraps out of the way before Connie
gets home,” said Prudence, carefully
fitting together pieces of a dark, warm,
furry material. “It has been so long
since father ware this coat, I am sure
she will not recognize it.”
“But she will ask where we got it,
and what shall we say?”
“We must tell lifer it is goods we have
had in the house for a long time. That
is true. And I made this fudge on pur-
pose to distract her attention. Poor
child!” she added very sympatheti-
cally. “Her heart is just set on a brand-
new coat. I know she will be bitterly
disappointed. If the members would
just pay up we could get her one. No-
vember and December are such bad
months for parsonage people. Every-
one is getting ready for Christmas now,
and forgets that parsonage people need.
Christmas money, too.”
Fairy took a pin from her mouth. “I
have honestly been ashamed of Connie
the last few Sundays. It was so cold,
and she wore only that little,thin sum-
mer jacket. She must have been half
frozen.”
“Oh, I had her dressed warmly un-
derneath, very warmly indeed,” de-
clared Prudence. “But no,matter how
warm you are underneath, you look
cold if you aren’t visibly prepared for
winter weather. I kept hoping enough
money would come in to buy her a
coat for once in her life.”
“She has been looking forward to
one long enough,” put in Fairy. “This
will be a bitter blow to her. And yet
it is not such a bad-looking coat, after
- all.” And she quickly. ran up a seam
that there is no love lost on either
side of the frontier. The episode will
do much to relieve the minds of East-
erners concerning' the fancied security
of conditions along the line.
THE "MARIE LOUISE.”
Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
“Marie Louise” is her name.
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think I can fix you up.” A moment
later he handed her a small bottle.
“Just sprinkle this over the carpet.
It won’t do any harm, and it smells
like thunder. It costs a quarter.”
Carol frowned. “I suppose we’ll
have to take it,” she said, “but it's
pretty expensive. I hate to have drug-
gists get such a lot of money.”
He laughed aloud. “I hate to have
you get a good licking tomorrow, too—
but you’ll get it just the same, or I
miss my guess.”
When the twins arrived home Fairy
was just cutting the candy she had
made. “It’s delicious,” she said to
Prudence. “Here’s a nice dishful for
you and the girls. Pitch in twins, and
help yourselves. It’s very nice.”
The twins waved her haughtily
away. “No, thank you,” they said.
“We couldn’t eat that candy with rel-
ish. We are unworthy.”
, Then they went upstairs, but not to
their own room at once. Instead they
slipped noiselessly into the front bed-
room, and a little later Carol came out
into the hall and stood listening at the
head of the stairs, as though on guard.
“Be sure and leave quite a few
stitches in, Lark,” she whispered once.
"We want it to hang together until
Babbie gets here.”
That was all. Presently Lark
emerged, and their own door closed
behind them.
“It’s a good thing father has to go
to the trustees’ meeting tonight, isn’t
it?” asked Carol. And.Lark agreed,
absently. She was thinking of the oy-
sters.
As soon as they finished supper Lark
said, “Don’t you think we’d better go
right to bed, Prue? We don’t Want
to taint the atmosphere 'of the par-
sonage. Of course Fairy will want to
wash the dishes herself to make sure
they are clean and shining.” ~
“Oh, no,” disclaimed Fairy, 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
keeping Connie beside them. Connie
had a dismal propensity for discov-
eries—the twins had often suffered
from it.
Then they all three went to bed. To
be sure it was ridiculously early, but
they were all determined.
"You keep your eyes open, Fairy,”
Prudence whispered melodramatically.
“Those girls do not look right.” And'
she added anxiously. “Oh, I'll be so;
disappointed if things go badly.”
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 j
stood above them majestically.
“Oh, yes, twinnies, I think you’ll go,
all right. Run along, and be quick.”
For a few seconds the twins gazed
at each other studiously. Neither
spoke. Without a word, they went
upstairs to prepare for their' errand.
They whispered softly going through
the upper hall.
“Twins! You must hurry!” This
was Prudence at the bottom of the
stairs. And the twins set off quite hur-
riedly. Their first call was at the
meat market.
“A pint of oysters,”/ said Lark
briefly.
When he brought them to her, she
smelled them suspiciously. Then Carol
smelled. A
“Have you got any rotten ones?”
she demanded.
“No,” he answered, laughing. “We
don’t keep that kind.”
The twins sighed and hurried next
door to the grocer’s.
“A nickel’s worth of pepper——the
strongest you have.”
This was quickly settled—and the
grave-faced twins betook themselves
to the corner drug store.
“We—we want something with a
perfectly awful smell,” Lark explained
soberly.
“What kind of a smell?"
“We don’t care what kind, but it
must be like something rotten or dead,
if you have it.”
“What do you want it for?”
“We want to put it in a room to
give it a horrible smell for an hour
or so.” . Lark Winked at him solemnly.
“It’s a joke,” she further elucidated.
“I see.” His eyes twinkled. “I
passed, and the front room door
swung behind. But she did pot greet
her friend. She stood erect by the
door, her head tilted on one side,
sniffing, sniffing.
— “What in the world?” she wondered.
Eugene Babler was strangely quiet.
He looked about the room in a pe-
culiar, 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 imag-
ining 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
something. It’s ghastly. Can’t we go
somewhere else?”
“Come on.” She opened the door
into the sitting room. “We’re coming)
out here if you do not mind, Prue.”;
And Fairy explained the difficulty.
“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 me,” laughed
Fairy, “but something about it is
strangely suggestive of our angel
twins.” , ;
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