Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-07-25
PRUDENCE
OF THE PARSONAGE
THE FAMOUS STORY OF A HAPPY FAMILY
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(CHAPTER TX. (Continued.)
PETEY DINK
THE FAMOUS STORY OF A HAPPY Ez
BY EHe/Azesko,,17
CoryR,oHr 1915 By THz Bosss. Mu,z1L Co.

(CHAPTER TX. (Continued.)
well, get this stuff out Of the way
i and let's set the table. Somehow
can't bear to touch it any more. Poor
Y little Connie! If she had cried about
b III. j wouldn't have cared so much. But
she looked so-heartsick, didn't she
4 Fairy
Connie certainly was heartslck
n More than that, she was little dis
y gusted. She felt herself aroused to
take action. Things had gone too far!
\ co to church in her fathers coat she
A could not! But they hadn't the money
u if Comics father had been at home
4 perhaps they might have reasoned 1t
& mt together. But he had left town
that morning and would not be home
until Saturday evening-too late &c
Ket coat in time for Sunday, ana Fru
B dence had said that Connie must DC
coated by Sunday! She walked sturo
n Nv down the street toward the city
ironically so called. Her race was
4 stony, her hands were clenched. nut
finally she frightened. Her iagshs
! steps quickened. She skipped along
4 unite cheerfully. She turned west
& ward as she reached the corner OF the
y square and walked along that business
4 street with shining eyes. In front OF
1 the First National bank she paused
n int after a few seconds she passed oy'
& On the opposite corner was announcer
; hank. When she reached it she walk
IL "A in without pausing and the mas
q aiye door swung behind her. Stand'
] linz on tiptoe she confronted the cash.
B Ter with a grave face.
..Is Mr.. Harold in?" she asked po-
aSIitaly. Mr.. Harold was the president
q nf the bank! It was little unusual.
4 eyes. he. is in" said the cashier
I Aonbtf,llly. "but he is very busy
.sWill you tell him that Constance
Starr wishes to speak to him, private
NV, and that it is very important:
ssS The cashier smiled. 1.-THE Methodist
1ninisters little girl, isn't it? Yes, l
y will tell him" w..
Mr.. Harold looked up impatiently
.sat the interruption. w
s HIts the Methodist minister's little
y daughter, and she says it is important
y Tor her to speak to you privately"
ooh! Probably message from her
I father. Bring her in"
Mr. Harold was one Of the trustees
Sof the Methodist church and promin-
cent among them. His keen eyes were
intent upon Connie as she walked in,
but she did not falter.
How do you do, Mr.. Harold?' she
B said, and shook hands with him IN
/ the good old Methodist way.
His eyes twinkled, but he spoke
d briskly. ''Did your father send you
l on an errand?''
mo, father is out Of town. l came
{ on business-personal business, Mr..
4 Harold It is my own affair"
"Oh, Il see," and he smiled at the
Ss earnest little face. well, what can
ySI do for you, Miss Constance?"
& II want to borrw five dollars from
ysthe bank, Mr.. Harold
..You-did Prudence send you?"
''Oh, no, it Is my own affair as
told you. came on my own account.
EsI thought Of stopping at the other
bank as passed, but then l remem,
Ebered that parsonage people must al
ways do business with their own mem
sbers il possible, And of course,
would rather come to you than to a
perfect stranger"
Thank you-thank you very much
Five dollars you say you want?''
Il suppose had better tell you all
about it. You see, I need winter
coat, very badly. Oh, very badly, in
deed! The girls were ashamed Of me
last Sunday, lookee so cold outside
Il though l was dressed plenty warm
enough inside. I've been looking for
ward to new coat, Mr.. Harold. I've
never had one yet There was always
TBomething to cut down for me, from
prudence, Fairy, or the twins. Bu
this time there wasn't anything tc
hand down, and SO just naturally
Counted on new one" Connie paus
Il "a and looked embarrassed.
"Yes?" His voice was encouraging
"Well, I'll tell you the rest, but
hope you won't say anything about it.
flor I'd feel pretty cheap if l thought
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