Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-07-20
PRUDENCE
OF THE PARSONAGE
PETEY DINK
THE FAMOUS STORY OF A HAPPY FAN
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81 But Carol was sometimes given to
moods and so, without concern, Pru'
Il dence went to the kitchen to prepare
the evenin gmeal.
Papa says his feet are not wet,
4 and that you are big simpleton, and
oh, did you make cinnamon rolls
today, Prue? Oh, goody! Carrie, come
ON out! Look-she made cinnamon
rolls"
Connie, too, fastened out to the
II kitchen in her bare feet and was
n promptly driven back by the watchful
II Prudence.
rs Il just know you are going to be
q sick, Connie feel 1t in my bones.
b And walking out in that cold kitchen
N In your bare feet! You can just drink
n some more peppermint tea for that,
NOV" ....-.....
well, give me a cinnamon roll to
4 70 with it, urged Connie. Pepper
mint Is awfully dry, taken by itself"
Lark hooted gaily at this sentiment
q but Joined her sister in pleading for
& cinnamon rolls.
mo, wait until supper is ready. You
DO not need to help peel the potatoes
B tonight, Carol. Run back where 1t is
warm, and you must not read If your
head aches You read too much any
\ how. I'll help Lark with the potatoes.
No, do not take the paper, CAROL
said you must not read"
d Then Lark and Prudence, working
n together, and talking much, prepared
The supper for the family. When they
gathered about the table. Prudence
/ looked critically at Connie.
Are you beginning to feel sick? Do
n you feel like sneezing, or any thing?
a Comics awfully naughty, papa. Her
f feet were just oozing water, and she
+ sat there in her wet shoes and stock
Sings, just like a stupid child. Aren't
you going to eat any supper, Carol?
4 Are you sick? What is the matter?
Does your head still ache?"
fsss "Oh, 1t doesn't ache exactly, but I
do not feel hungry. No, am not sick,
4 Prudence, so don't stew about it. I'm
Just not hungry. The meat is too
Il greasy, and the potatoes are lumpy.
hi think I'll take a cinnamon roll" But
she only picked it to pieces idly. Pru-
duce watched her with the intense
4 Duspicious gaze of a frightened mother
bird. .'.''
There are some canned oysters out
Mere, Carol. If I make you some
coup, will you eat it,"
This was great concession, for the
Iscanned oysters were kept in anticipa-
I#tion Of unexpected company. But Car
sol shook her head impatiently. II am
/ not hungry at ALL" she said
'1'll open some pineapple, or those
/ beautiful picked peaches Mrs. Adams
gave us, or-or anything, if you'll
/ Just eat something, Carrie"
Still Carol shook her head 81 said
IsI wasn't hungry, Prudence" But her
face was growing very red and her
led her hands with unnatural restless
Emotions, and frequently lifted her
Shoulders in peculiar manner.
DO your shoulders hurt, Carol?"
asked her father, who was also watch
Eing her anxiously.
oh, 1t feels kind of-well-tight, I
guess, in my chest. But it doesn't
hurt. It hurts little when breathe
Sdeep."
SIS your throat still sore, Carol?"
inquired Lark. Don't you remember
saying you couldn't swallow Shen we
were coming home from SCHOOL,
1T isn't sore now" said Carol And
Is though intolerant of further ques-
stioning, she left the dining room
quickly.
Shall put flannel on her chest and
throat, father?' asked Prudence ner
vously.
Eyes, and If she gets worse we will
call the doctor. It's probably just a
cold, but we must"
1T isn't diphtheria, papa, you know
that" cried Prudence passionately.
For there were four reported cases
sof that dread disease in Mount Mark.
But the pain in Carols chest did
grow worse and she became so fever.
ish that she began talking in quick
broken sentences.
1T was too hot!-Don't go away.
1Arkie!-Her feet were wet, and It