Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-10-31

is, father, but-we want to keep them
hidden. We don't get proud of them
until they've been accepted"
'Forty-fve dollars Aunt Grace
kissed her warmly. And the letter
is worth a hundred times more to us
than that. And when we see the
j story"
We'll go thirds on the money
twins" said Connie.
The twins looked eager, but consci
entious. NO. they said, its just a
boost, you know. We can't take the
money
"Oh, you've got to go thirds. You
ought 10 have it all. would have
burned it."
mo, Connie said Carol, Eve know
you aren't worth devotion like ours
but we donate it just the same-it's
gratis"
! "All right" smiled Connie. 81
know what you want anyhow. Come
on, auntie, let's go down town. I'm
afraid that silver silk null will be
sold before we get there"
The twins fell upon her ecstatically
"Oh, Connie, you mustn't. We can't
allow it. Oh, of course if you insist
dearest, only" And they rushed to
find hats and gloves for their generous
sister and devoted aunt.
The second story came back in due
time, but with the boost still strong in
her memory, and with the fifteen dol
lars in the bank, Connie bore it brave
ly and started in travelling once more,
Most of the stories never did find a
permanent lodging place and Connie
carried an old box to the attic for a
repository for her mental fruits that
couldn't make friends away from
home. But she never despaired again.
And the twins. after their own man.
ner calmly took to themselves full
credit Tor the career which they be.
lieved lay not far before her. They
even boosted of the way they had rails.
F., ed her snd told fatuous and exaggerat-
ed stories Of their pride in her. and
their gentle sisterly solicitude for her
from the time of her early babyhoOd.
/ And Connie gave assent to every word.
In her heart she admitted that the
! twins discipline Of her. though ex-
ceedingly drastic at times. had been
splendid literary experience.
| CHAPTER XIV.
A Miliionaire's Son.
IF jim doesn't ask for date for
the concert next week, Lark, let's snub
him good"
| But we both have dates" protested
Lark.
what difference does that make ?
{ We mustn't let him get independent.
He always has asked one of us, and
he needn't think we shall let him of
now.
oh. don't worry" interrupted Con-
ME. "He always asks. You have that
same discussion every time there's
anything going on It's just a waste
of time
Mr.. Starr looked up from his mail.
Soup of boys. and salad of boys
they're beginning to pail on my pal
ate"
VERY classy expression, father APP
proved Carol Maybe you can work
it into sermon"
Completion and boys with Carol,
books and boys with Lark, Connie, II
you begin that nonsense you'll get
spanked. One member of my family
shall rise above it if have to do it
with force
Connie blushed
The twins broke into open derision.
Connie! Oh, yes, Comics above that
nonsense.
Comics the worst in the family,
father. only she's one of these reserv-
ed. supercilious souls who doesn't tell
everything she knows
+" Nonsense Iiwish father could
have heard Lee Hanson last night. 1t
would have been revelation to him.
.Aw, 60 on, Connie, give us kiss y
Connie caught her lips between her
teeth. Her face was scarlet.
Twins"
ITS a fact, father. He kept us
awake 'Aw. go on, Connie, be good
to a fellow
That's what makes US so pale to-
dav-he kept us awake hours"
Carroll"
"Wel, quite little while anyhow"
IL" began Connie defensively.
We'll, we know it. Don't interrupt
when we're telling things. You always
spoil good story by cutting in. 'Aw,
20 on, Connie, go on now!' And Connie
said"
The twins rocked off in paroxysm of
laughter, and Connie flashed a muir
derous look at them.
Prudence says listening is
Sure she does, and she's right
about il, too. But what can body do
when folks plant themselves right be-
meath your window to pull off their
little Romeo concerto. We can't
smother on nights like these. 'Aw,
go on, Connie
Il wanted to drop pillow on his
head but Carol was afraid he'd run
off with the pillow so we just sacri-
feed ourselves and let it proceed
We'll, L"
Give us time, Connie. We're COM
ing to that. And Connie said, I'm 60
ing in now, I'm sleepy.
Il didn't-father. l didn't"