Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-10-31
PrudenceSaysSo
PETEY DINK
BIZ Ethel Huest0n,
Author of Prudence of the Parsonage
The BobbsMerrill Co.. Publishers, Indianapolis.
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cHApTER XIV. (Continued.)

Observation-Disclosures
CHAPTER XIV. (Continued)
"An author" unused Carol. do you
think she'll ever make it,"
"Well, honestly, I shouldn't be sur
E.ised II she did. Comics smart, and
never gives up. Then she has a
of saying things that-well, 1t
s. l really believe she'll make 1t,
vine doesn't get of on suffrage or
other queer thing before she gets
have to keep an eye on her.
Carol.
u wait until she can't eat a
and then you'll know she's got it
Many's the time Prudence
. me take medicine, just because
story back. Prudence thought
IS tummy ache. The symptoms
good bit the same"
Carol watched, and sure enough,
came a day when the bright
of hope in Comics eyes gave
. the sober sadness of certainty
.sht had failed. And she couldn't
" dinner.
X kicked Carols foot under the
and the two exchanged amused
"a IS.
e .,nnie's not WELL said Lark with
a Worried air. "She isn't eating
thing. You'd better give her dose
81 THAT tonic, Aunt Grace. Prudence
sans the first sign of decay is the time
for tonic. Give her a DOSE
Lark solemnly rose and fetched the
hottie. Aunt Grace looked at Connie
sN,iringly. Comics face was GER
EsEiy pale, and her eyes were weary.
EA she was not eating her dinner.
ETPm not sick" the crushed young
-kthor protested. I'm just not
hungry. You trot that bottle back to
The cupboard, Lark, and don't get
gay" -,
"You can see for yourself" insisted
Lark. Look at her. Isn't she SICK!
Wany's the long illness Prudence
STAYED on for me by dose of this
mario tonic. You'd better make her
fake 1t, father You can see she's
sick." The lust of sweeping family
revenge showed in Lark's clear eyes.
"Youd better take little, Connie,
her father decided. you don't look
very well today"
~But.' father" pleaded Connie.
~A dose In time saves a doctor BILL,
uuoted Carol sententiously. prudence
Rays so"
And the aspiring young genius was
obliged to swallow the bitter dose.
Then, with the air OF one who mas
rendered boon to mankind, Lark re-
turned to her chair.
After the meal was over, Carol
shadowed Connie closely. Sure
enough. she headed straight for her
bvn room, and Carol, close outside,
heard a crumpling Of paper. She
DeAned the door quickly and went In
6nnie turned, startled. guilty red
nainins her pale face. Carol sat down
pociably on the side Of the bed, po
Htelv ignoring Comics feeble at
tempt to keep the crumpled manu-.
scrint from her sight. She engaged
her sister in broad minded and
sweeping conversation, adroitly lead
Ing 1t up to the subject of literature
But Connie would not be lnvelgled
into a confession. Then Carol took
wide leap.
did you get the story back?'
Connie gazed at her with an awe
that was almost superstitious. Then,
In relief at having the confidence fore
u Ron her, tears frightened her
ewes. but being Connie, she winked
them stubbornly back
h."I sure did, she said.
Hard luck said Carol, in matter
of-fact voice Lets see it,
Connie hesitated. but finally passed
Il over.
"IIl take it to my own room and
read it if you don't mind. What are
you going to do with it now?''
e"Burn it.
LET me have it, won't you? I'll hide
\ and keep it for souvenir"
will you keep it hidden? You won't
hiss it around for the family to laugh
|, will your.
Carol gazed at her reproachfully.
rose from the bed in wounded dignity
ind moved away with the story in her
hand. Connie followed her to the
ioor and said humbly:
Excuse me- Carol. | know you
wouldn't do such thing But per-
son does feel so ashamed of story
when il comes back
That's all right was the kind an
swer. 81 know Just how it is | have /
he same feeling when l get pimple i
n my face I'll keep it dark
More eagerly than she would have |
ked Connie to know. she curled her |
elf upon the bed to read Comics
masterpiece. 1t was simple story,