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THE NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
of the
By ETHEL HUESTON
(Bobbs Merrill, Copyright, 1916)
Prudence and Fairy enter-
tain the good ladies of
the congregation and the
result is rather disas-
trous for Prudence.
Mr. Starr, a widower Method-
ist minister, has been assigned
to the congregation at Mount
Mark, Iowa. He and his daugh-
ter Prudence—she is nineteen
and the eldest of five girls-
have come on ahead to get the
new parsonage ready for the
younger members of the family.
The whole town, especially the
Methodist element, is very curi-
ous about the strangers, and in-
dividually members of the
church call at the parsonage and
"pump" the girls for all they're
worth. But the Starrs soon ad-
just themselves to their new
surroundings—and after much
preparation, Prudence and Fairy
are going to entertain the La-
dies' Aid society. Some of the
members are arriving now.
CHAPTER III—Continued.
"Not on your life," suid Carol
promptly and emphatically; "he's worse
than Prudence. Like as not he'd give
uie a good thrashing into the bargain.
No—I'm strong for Prudence when it
comes to punishment—in preference
to father, I mean. I can't seem to be
fond of any kind of punishment from
inybody."
For a while Carol was much de-
pressed, but by nature she was a buoy-
ant soul, and her spirits were presently
Roaring again.
In the meantime, the Ladies of the
Aid society continued to arrive. Pru-
dence and Fairy, freshly gowned and
Binlllng-faced, received them with cor-
diality and many merry words. It was
not difficult for them; they had been
reared In the hospitable atmosphere of
Methodist parsonages, where, if you
buve but two dishes of oatmeal, the
lutslder is welcome to one. That Is
Carol's description of pursonage life.
But Prudence was concerned to ob-
lerve that a big easy chair placed well
lack In a secluded corner, seemed to
t>e giving dissatisfaction. It was Mrs.
Adams who sat there first She
iquirmed quite a little, and seemed to
He gripping the arms of the chair with
unnecessary fervor. Presently she
itammered an excuse, and, rising, went
Into the other room. After that, Mrs.
Miller, then Mrs. Jack, Mrs. Norey,
ind Mrs. Beed, In turn, sat there—and
lid not stay. Prudence was quite ago-
nized. Had the awful twins filled it
with needles for the reception of the
poor Ladies? At first opportunity s4jv
lurried Into the secluded corner, intent
apon trying the-chair for herself. She
fat down anxiously. Then she gasped
ind clutched frantically at the arm of
the chair. For she discovered at once
|o her dismay that the chair was bot-
tomless, and that only by hanging on
for her life could she keep from drop-
ping through.
Up rose Prudence, conscientiously
pulling after her the thin cushion
which had concealed the chair's short-
coming. "Look, Fairy!" she cried.
■*Did you take the bottom out of this
?hair? It must have been horribly un-
comfortable for those who have sat
there! However did it happen?"
Fuiry was frankly amazed, and a
little inclined to he amused.
"Ask the twins," she said tersely;
"I know nothing about it."
At that moment, the luckless Carol
went running through the hall. Pru-
dence knew it was she, without seeing,
because she had n peculiar skipping
run that was quite characteristic and
oninlstukable.
"Carol!" she called.
And Carol paused.
"Carol!" more Imperatively.
Then Carol slowly opened the door—
she was a parsonage girl and rose to
the occasion. She smiled winsomely—
Carol was nearly ulways winsome.
"How do you do?" she said brightly.
"Isn't It a lovely day? Did you call
ine, Prudenqe?"
"Yes. Do you know where the bot-
tom of thut chulr has gone?"
"Why no, Prudence—gracious! That
chair!—why, I didn't know you were
going to bring that chair in here.
Why—oh, I am so sorry! Why in the
world didn't you tell us beforehand?"
Some of the Ladles smiled. Others
lifted their brows and shoulders in a
mildly suggestive way, thut Prudence,
after nineteen years in the parsonage,
had learned to know and dread.
"And where is the chair-bottom
now?" she inquired. "And why did
you take it?"
"Why, we wanted to make—"
"You and Lark?"
"Well, yes—but it was really all ray
fault, you know. We wanted to make
a seat up high in the peach tree, and
the bottom off the chair was just flna
It's a perfectly adorable seat," bright-
anlng, but sobering again as she real-
ized the gravity of the occasion. "And
we put the cushion in the chair so that
it wouldn't be noticed. We never use
thut choir, you know. I'm so sorry
about it."
Carol was reully quite crushed, but
true to her parsonage training, she
struggled valiantly und presently
brought forth u crumpled and sickly
smile.
But Prudence smiled at her kindly.
"That wasn't very naughty, Carol," she
said frankly. "It's true that we sel-
dom use that chair. And we ought to
have looked." She glanced reproach-
fully at Fairy. "It is strange that in
dusting It, Fairy—but never mind. You
may go now, Carol. It Is all right."
Then she apologized gently to the
Ladies, und the conversation went on,
but Prudence was uncomfortably con-
scious of keen and quizzical eyes
turned her way. Evidently they
thought she was too lenient.
"Well, It wasn't very naughty," she
thought wretchedly. "How can I pre-
tend it was terribly bad, when I feel
In my heart that it wasn't!"
The meeting progressed, and the
business was presently disposed of.
So far, things were not too seriously
bad, und Prudence sighed in greut re-
lief. Then the Ludies took out their
sewing, und begun Industriously work-
ing at many articles, designed for the
clothing of a lot of young Methodists
confined in an orphans' home in Chi-
cago. And they talked together pleas-
antly and gayly. And Prudence and
Fairy felt that the cloud was lifted.
But soon it settled again, dark and
lowering. Prudence heard Lark run-
ning through the hall and her soul mis-
gave her. Why was Lark going up-
stuirs? To be sure, her mission might
be innocent, but Prudence dured not
run the risk. Fortunutely she was sit-
ting near the door.
"Lark!" she called softly. Lark
stopped abruptly, und something fell
to the floor.
"Lark!"
The Ladies smiled, and Miss Carr,
laughing lightly, said, "She is an atten-
tive creature, isn't she?"
Prudence would gladly have flown
out into the hall to settle this matter,
but she realized that she was on exhi-
P 111 IIHII
"Isn't That a Handsome Venus?"
bltlon. Ilad she done so, the Ladles
would have set her down forever after
us thoroughly incompetent—she could
not go! But Lurk must come to her.
"Lurk!" This was Prudence's most
awful voice, and Lark was bound to
heed.
"Oh, Prue," she said plaintively, "I'll
be there In a minute. Can't you wait
just five minutes? Let me run up-
stairs first, won't you? Then I'll come
gludly! Won't thut do?"
Her voice wns hopeful. But Pru-
dence replied with dungerous culm *
"Come ut once, Lurk."
"All right, then," und ndded threut-
eningly, "but you'll wish I hadn't."
Then Lark opened the door—a woe-
ful figure! In one hand she carried an
empty shoe box. And her face was
streaked with good rich Iowa mud.
Her clothes were plastered with it. One
shoe was caked from the sole to the
very top button, and a great gush in
her stocking revealed a generous por-
tion of round, white leg.
Poor Prudence! At that moment she
would have exchanged the whole par-
sonage, bathroom, electric lights and
all, for u tiny log cubln in the heurt
of a greut forest, where she und Lurk
might be alone together.
And Fuiry laughed. Prudence looked
at her with tears in her eyes, and then
turnetf to the wretched girl.
"What have you been doing, Lark?"
The heartbreak expressed in the face
of Lark would have made the angels
weep. Beneath the smudges of mud
on her cheeks she was pallid, and, try
as she would, she could not keep her
ciiln from trembling ominously. Her
voice, when she was able to speak, was
barely recognizable.
"We—we—we are making—mud
images, Prudence. It—It was awfully
inessy, I know, but—they say—It Is
such a good—and useful thing to do.
We—we didn't expect—the—the Lu-
dies to see us."
"Mud images 1" gasped Prudence,
and even Fairy stared incredulously, i ttskedTfhe "could enter! He followed
Where in the world did you get hold j j,or jnt() tjie jlousCi auj gjje dropped
wearily into a chair.
%. • « m
s;
Her Saving
Habit
By (Catherine Howe
(Copyright, 1917, by W. Q. Chapman.)
"Yes, come in, Tom. I'd like to sit
down and rest a minute."
The bright-eyed girl in the doorway,
cupped, uproned und broom in hand,
smiled Invitingly to the young man on
the other side of the gute, who had
of an idea like that?'
"It—it wus In that—that Mother's
Home Friend paper you take, Pru-
dence." Prudence blushed guiltily. "It
was modeling Ln clay, but—we haven't
any clay, and—the mud is very nice,
but—oh, I know I look Just—horrible.
I—I—Connie pushed me in the—puddle
—for fun." Another appealing glance
into her sister's face, and Lark plunged
on, bent on smoothing matters if she
could. "Curol Is—Is Just flue ut it,
really. She—she's making a Venus de
Milo, and It's good. But we can't re-
member whether her arm Is off at the
elbow or below the shoulder—" An
enormous gulp, and by furious blinking
Lark managed to crowd back the tears
j "It isn't so much the work," she
i went on, "but if I attempt to do a
I little clearing out of corners and
! throwing away rubbish, then mother
! and I get on a war footing at once,
| und there's greut activity on the firing
line. I declure, she saves up all kinds
i of truck, till we might as well start
a Junk shop, and done with it."
I Mrs. Bliss drifted into the room ln
j time to hear the latter remark, and re-
garded her duughter in good-nutured
I protest. Noddlug to Tom Holmes, she
. said:
I "I notice, Florry, you're pretty glad
some times to go to that Junk for
that would slip to the edge of her j you need.'
lushes. "I—I'm very sorry, Prudence." ! „ ies' but whv saT® ,h,lt wooden la"
"Very well, Lark, you may go. I do : d1?.; don 1 USe 1 ',n <™ >\nrs \ ,
_ . .. ... Ti. . "Well, suppose I don t, when I do
not really object to your model ng In . l4, ' .
t • * «... t V i want It It's there. It Isn't so much
mud, I am sure. I am sorry you look ... *.
Mmm v„.. 1* „ I saving the money, as it is the time It
takes to dress and go out to buy some
little thing you need, and have to de-
lay what you're doing till you have
so disreputable. You must change
your shoes and stockings at once, and
then you can go on with your model- |
ing. But there must be no more push-
ing and chasing. I'll see Connie about
that tonight. Now go." And Lark was
swift to avail herself of the permission.
Followed a quiet hour, and then the
Ladles put aside their sewing and
walked about the room, chatting in
little groups. With a significant glance
to Fairy, Prudence walked calmly to
the double doors between the dining
room and the sitting room. The eyes |
of the Ladies followed her with Inter- j
est, and even enthusiasm. They were |
hungry. Prudence slowly opened wide
the doors, and—stood amazed! The j
Ludies clustered about her, and stood
amazed also. The dining room was
there, and the table! But the appear-
ance of the place was vastly different!
The snowy cloth was draped artis-
tically over a picture on the wall, the
lowest edges well above the floor. The
plates and trays, napkin-covered, were
safely stowed away on the floor In dis-
tant corners. The kitchen scrub buck-
et had been brought in and turned up-
side down, to afford a fitting resting
place for the borrowed punch bowl,
full to overflowing with fragrant lem-
onade.
And at the table were three dirty,
disheveled little figures, bending seri-
ously over piles of mud. A not-unrec-
ognizable Venus de Milo occupied the
center of the table. Connie was pains-
takingly at work on some animal, a
dog perhaps, or possibly an elephant.
And—
The three young modelers looked up
In exclamatory consternation as the
doors opened.
"Oh, are you ready?" cried Carol, j
"How time has flown ! We had no idea j
you'd be ready so soon. Oh, we are
sorry, Prudence. We intended to haye j
everything fixed properly for you again.
We needed a flat place for our model- I
ing. It's a shame, thut's what it Is. !
Isn't that u handsome Venus? I did
that!—If you'll just shut the door one i
minute, Prudence, we'll huve every- j
thing exactly as you left It. And we're \
as sorry as we can be. You can have 1
my Venus for a centerpiece, If you
like."
Prudence silently closed the doors, !
and the Ladles, laughing significantly, '
it. I noticed you were tickled to death
to find that cord, those little tassels,
and that brocade for your dress, and
that was more than eleven years old."
"Yes, I was," admitted Florry. "It
gave just the touch I wanted, and I
couldn't have bought It in this little
town."
"So you see, you'll have to hand It
to your mother, after all," said Tom,
who, for obvious reasons, thought it
tactful to keep on the right side of
Mrs. Bliss. "I wish," he went on, "you
not now, at least till you get a rait**.
We must wait a little."
"Yes," he answered In a disappoint-
ed tone. "I know I'm only a clerk in
a law office, but I'll be in that firm yet.
And while we're waiting you may get
tired, and take the fellow that has the
house all ready."
"Tom!" she cried reproachfully,
"that isn't worthy of you!"
"Oh, well, 1 know Brooke has—H
"Brooke!" she broke In. "Why, he
only Just comes here ln a friendly
way."
"Yes, but he has money; he has lots
of things I haven't—to give you. Your
mother likes him, and—"
"And what I like doesn't count!" she
laughed teasingly. "But that Spell-
man cottage Is really a nice little place.
I guess IV. better start in praying that
you rind that deed."
Tom went away downhearted. Her
bantering tone hurt hliu, lie was not
at all sure that Brooke's visits were
only Just in "a friendly way."
It was within a few days of the auc-
tion sale when Florry met him walk-
ing disconsolately home from work.
"You don't look as though you had
gathered in that reward," she laughed.
"Your suspicions are well ground-
ed," he retorted. "I haven't."
"Come home, and have dinner with
us." she urged, "there will be other
houses, even after the Spellman place
is sold."
"But not other Florrys," he said.
"I should hope not. Come along,
and forget It 1"
Tom didn't need urging, and went.
Oh, what a dinner it was! Though it
was plain and simple, it was well
copked, and Torn, used to a boarding
house table, thought it a banquet of
the gods, especially every time he
looked at Florry opposite him. Then
came the homemade Jam.
"Florry, dear! Why didn't you open
it before you brought It on?" said her
mother.
Florry did not explain that Tom had
got her slightly "rattled," and proceed-
ed to remove the stout paper cover.
It was tightly tied down, and Tom of-
fered his assistance with a pocket-
knife. He removed the paper and be-
gan reading the writing on the other
side. Suddenly he gasped and cried
out:
"Where's the rest of this puper?"
"On the other Jars, I suppose," said
Mrs. Bliss. "Why?"
"It's the Hazzard deed!" he cried.
Such an opening of jam pots never
was seen, and such a piecing together
of bits, some of the paper being found
intnet, and not yet cut into.
"Mother, where did you get it?"
asked Florry.
"One day a load of waste paper was
going by, and some of It blew over In
the yard. I thought that was such
nice, tough, strong paper It would bo
Just the thing for Jellies and Jams.
It's been up on the shelf for a good
while."
"It must have got brushed off into
the waste basket," said Tom.
Tom bought the Spellman place, and
It's being got ready for Florry and
her mother. Tom doesn't know wheth-
er It was Mrs. Bliss' saving habit or
Florry's prayers, but he wants It un-
| derstood his mother-in-law is to run a
Junk shop if she wants to.
Remodeled Frocks for School Wear.
Thrift and patriotism walk hand In | nulty and changing an old drew Into a
1 hand these days when we must all new one.
; economize ln the use of things that are j Forerunners of fall styles are *U
| scarce and needed by the government. I n'"(l>' here ""(1 simplicity m the order
Now is the time to make use of a„ "f the day In them. Skirt, are narrow-
, . . . er; most of them luing Htralghf ami am
I left-over woolen garments, instead of , . . . . .
. . . i laid ln side or narrow box plnlta.
buying new ones, and It Is something . Groupg of tm,kH on gatht>red rtlrta? „
worse than poor taste to throw away ■ a border above the hem and pocket* at
woolen dresses that are good, but out j the sides continue favorites In m|anes
of date. They are to be remodeled or I woolen dresses. Plain, qnlet (-Mora
made over for the schoolchildren or and rather large checks In two rokm,
given to someone who can use them. J are shown in suits and In frocks. Hefts
For wool Is needed by the army and of the material are wide ami looae and
drew away.
"Don't you think, my dear." began
Mrs. Prentiss too sweetly, "that they
are a little more than you can manage?
Don't you really think an older woman
Is needed?"
"I do not think so," cried Fairy, be-
fore her sister could speak, "no older
woman could be kinder, or sweeter, or
more patient and helpful than Prue."
"Undoubtedly true! But something
more is needed, I am afraid! It ap-
pears that girls are a little more dis-
orderly than in my own young days!
Perhaps I do not Judge advisedly, but
it seems to me they are u little—un-
manageable."
Don't you think that Mr. Starr
would save Prudence much
worry and responsibility if he
gave a little less time to his per-
sonal duties and a little more to
helping her manage the young-
sters?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Out of the Calculation.
"Do you think there are people up
in Mars?"
"What difference does it make?" re-
joined Senator Sorghum. "Even If
there are they are too distant to vote
or even drag us into diplomatic con-
troversy."
Grasping Opportunity.
"Jane, there is a friend of mine
who is very anxious to know If you
will marry him."
"Tell him of course I wilL Who !•
ho?"
"Where's the Rest of This Paper?"
might find in your collection that Har-
vard deed we're having so much exclte-
nent over. Talk about clearing out
corners, I don't believe there's been u
hulf-lnch of space ln our office that
hasn't been ransacked for that missing
paper."
"I didn't suppose lawyers ever lost
anything—but cases," said Florry.
"What Is it?"
"Why, haven't you seen the big re-
ward In the newspapers? It's gone up
now from five hundred to fifteen hun-
dred. The deed is an old one, but it
involves the ownership of all that
ground where the big Miles manufac-
turing plant stands. You see, my of-
fice, Myers and Jenks, has had all the
Hazard papers In charge for years, and
they can't account for the disappear-
ance of that deed. If It was stolen,
and we think it must huve been, we
enn't see the motive. Well, It's a mys-
tery. But I just wish I could collar
that fifteen hundred. Suppose you
look among your keepsakes, Mrs. Bliss.
You might find it!"
The little woman shook her head
doubtfully. "I'm ufraid not," she
. sighed.
| "No," put in Horry. "That isn't the
kind of thing mother saves. It's not
likely to be anything worth fifteen
hundred dollars. Besides, I don't think
i she was ever inside Myers and Jenks'
I office, so she couldn't be accused of
j stealing it."
Tom Holmes laughed heartily at the
| Idea of the gentle-faced little woman
j ln the role of a robber, and declared
1 he couldn't Imagine It even on the
j screen. After she left the room, he
Raid, seriously: "Florry, do yoy know
what I'd do with that money if I got
that reward?"
Florry hadn't the remotest idea.
"I'd buy that Spellman house. It's
going to be sold at auction next week,
and it will go cheap. If It was fixed
up a bit, it would make a beautiful lit-
tle house. I want it for you, Floury,"
he whispered, drawing her to him.
"Maybe then you would think we
could afford to get married"
"Yes, Tin. I suppose we could; but
that must be considered before every-
thing else.
The plain one-piece frock, or the sep-
arate skirt, with silk blouse, made for
school girls about due to engage the
attention of mothers everywhere. This
way opportunity lies for making use
of all the substantial woolen dresses
that have outlasted the styles, but not
their usefulness. There Is a great
satisfaction ln exercising one's lnge-
the latest novelty, shown on s blaa
gaberdine frock, is studded wtlh Jel
caloehous Joined with long Jet beads
or bugles. Chain stitching reappears
in the effects of machine ntltrMng and
embroidery, sometimes In pelfcolor
and, especially on frocks In eontraaUrtg
colors. Collars, ruffs and Win of
black satin on dark woolen frorka ar
in plaid woolens, as shown In llie pic-
ture, help out In remaking dremea.
When the Feet Are Tired.
Those who are obliged to stand
while at work during the day will find
that the heavy, fatigued feeling ln the
feet will be relieved by bathing tha
feet night and morning with spirits of
camphor, after first having washed the
feet with cold water and soap. Dur-
ing the hot weather the feet will not
tire and "feel like lead" If one's stock-
ings and shoes be changed every day.
The entire weight of the body rests
upon the feet, and the feet become
grooved, feel sore and ache unless they
are cared for and provision made to
change the pressure. This can bo ac-
complished by merely changing the
stockings and shoes, if one has no op-
portunity to wash the feet during the
daytime.
If the feet are moist and Inclined to
sweat, talcum powder or chalk dusted
Into the soles of the stockings will give
much comfort while one is obliged to
be on his feet.
Origin of Potato Bugs.
Potatoes blazed the way to the bugs,
which have proven our great and de-
structive pests. Potato bugs were
Colorado beetles and lived contentedly
on the sand bars of the plateau land
In that part of the country.
bars, from a botanical standpoint. ar« j or pajamas, or sheets and pllloweases,
distantly related to potatoes and when or something else, she Is out of the
civilization brought the potatoes to running in society. She may be knit-
the Colorado regions the bugs trans- ting sox or eye bandages or scarfs or
ferred their attention and affection to Hweaters, Instead of sewing, but she
the tenderer and Jucler vines. Then j must be doing something—her putrlot-
the bugs quite rapidly followed the po- ism must have an outward and visible
tato zones toward the east, appearing sign of some sort or she will find her-
ln Iowa in Civil war times, crossing self lonesome—all her sister women
the Mississippi about 1864 and reach- re making themselves useful,
ing New York and the New England 1 sl8ter Sue sallies forth with a bag
states ln tin* '70's. In the early years ,HOine kind, ln which she carries her
of Its eustward migration the potato i knltti„g and sewing, and many other
bug was considered as being deadly things. The bag, orlglually designed
poison, but a nearer acquaintance with for u sweater bag, has been pressed
the pest dispelled this impression. |Ilt0 service for many other purposes,
' and, now that a movement is afoot for
Parrot Has a Strange Pal. ,-arrylng home one's small parcels, ac-
A quaint scene in Kensington gar- , cumulated on the shopping tour, the
dens, London, is a brilliant green, long- NW(?ater bag Is the almost constant
tailed, rosy-billed bird that amazes vis- companion of the up-to-date women of
ltors by its swift, strong flights over today It ls pretty to Htart w,thf
the elm tops screaming harshly as ruther easy to make, of more or less
it goes. This ls a wild parrot once ric|j an(j always wholly attractl ve ma-
a tame one. It has already weathered terla,; lt jH a thing of beauty and a Joy
several winters ln the gardens, and j fQT ^e juration of the war at least.
will fly down and take peanuts placed
A
"Sweater" Bags for Many Uses.
"Sister Sue is sewing shirts for sal-1 It is lined with light bine nieen—
The j dlers," for, if she isn't sewing shirts | blue being Its dominant color note. A
casing ls machine sewed In along
top leaving a narrow standing rmMe.
and a small brass rod Is rn >a tlfe*
casing on both sides of the l* g_ nar-
row old gold braid la sewed along
the rod at the foot of the raflk Vian
dies are made by covering araaft rape
with old gold satin and sewing okt
gold braid over them. The lug tt
caught up at each side of the (.evroet
with small gold tassels.
But the prettiest touch of all lira hi
the satin-covered little npplea la rose,
old gold and sapphire bloc ponrd at
each side of the top on leaver aa*!** of
old gold braid, Gold cord and a bit of
frayed-out gold braid for tbe eye. far-
ther enrich these decorative i«mrl eK.
The bag Is 18% Inches wide wh*
finished and about 14 inchen A. jx ut
is beautiful when <h>ve!oped In Mar*
satin and may be made a &**!•
smaller.
on the fencing. It has no mate of Its
kind, but has formed a remarkable
friendship with a wood pigeon, with
whom it ls often seen in eompgjiy, and
the quaintly sorted pair fly off togeth-
er at dusk and sleep side by side la
the same asst.
The sweater bug mny be made of
cretonne, satin, silk, sateen, wide rib-
bons, Japanese silks, or any material
which Is decorative. A very pretty
bag is pictured here,
Capes in Two Part*.
The summer wraps whk* arr rmm-
sldered very smart are divided fa**?
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 75, Ed. 1 Monday, August 20, 1917, newspaper, August 20, 1917; Norman, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc113534/m1/3/: accessed March 29, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.