Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-10-13
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|gs CHAPTER VIII. (Continued)
AH right. Come in, Monday morn
B lng at eight, Lark, and Ill set you to
work It won't be anything very I'M
S5poftant. You can write up the church
b news. and parties, and goings away.
and things like that. It'll be good
You can study our papers
81 hetween now and then, to catch our
I$style.'
Carol lifted her head little higher.
MI Mr.. Raider thought her talented
would be confined to the ordi-
N nary style of the Daily News, which
Carol considered atrociously lacking
IN any style at all, he would be most
aloriously mistaken, that's certain!
II is q significant fact that after Mr..
@Raider went back into the sanctum OF
h the Daily News, the twins walked
&alons for one full block without speak
Such a thing had never hap
a Senod before in all the years of their
tWinstfp. At the end of the block.
Carol turned her head restlessly.
THEY were eight blocks from home:
&Dut the twins couldn't run on the
|#0treet, 1t was SO .undignif1ed. She
E3ooked longingly about for a buggy
hound their way. Even grocery
1art would have been welcome
1hough humbling conveyance.
EATk's starry eyes were lifted to the
2ki6B and her rapt face was glowing.
[ECarol looked behind her, looked.ahead.
fhan she thought again of the eight
1loeks -,
a ark" she said, I'm afraid We'll
b " late for dinner. And Auntie told
~ 10 hurry back. Maybe we'd better
Runhing is good expression for
1otion. and Lark promptly struck
3sSutT II ! pace that did full credit to
~ 1.-THE young limbs. Down the
Sfreat they raced, little tendrils OF
Eair nyinE about their flushed and
sKinfns faces, faster, faster, breathless,
1ntinr. their gladness fairly over
- ovinT. And many people turned to
ook. wondering what In the world
aessed the leisurely, dignifed par
sEonage twins.
|5 Tha last block was traversed at a
$aalIy alarming rate. The passion Tor
Spsfeilinr things" had seized them both,
CFSnd they whirled around the corner
3nd across the lawn at q rate that
|sErousht Connie out into the yard to
RT1eaf them. with childish, whats
!S6e matter? What happened? Did
k0omething bite your"
Aunt Grace sat up IN her hammock
NJ. YSnk Fairy ran out to the porch
mn M Starr laid down his book. Had
1.-THE long and dearly desired war peen
Aeclared at last!
Hut when the twins reached the
o1eeh they paused sheepisnly, sny,y.
ill sVVhaAss the matter?" chorused the
Y family.
..Are-are We late for dinner?" Car.
Fol demanded earnestly. as though
y their lives depended on the answer.
The family stared In concerted
d Amaxement. When before this had
Xfhe twins shown anxiety about their
! 1ateness for meals-unless a favorlte
3 assert or salad was all consumed in
their absence. And 1t was only hall
& past four!
Carol gently showed Connie OF the
&scushion upon which she had dropped,
md arranged 1t tenderly in chair.
'.sit down and rest, Larkie," she
raid in . soft and loving voice. Are
4 you nearly tired to death?"
Lark sank, painting, into the chair,
4 md gazed about the circle with bril-
liant eyes.
.Yset her q drink, can't you, Con-
$;Hie?" said Carok Indignantly. Cant
Sou see the poor thing is just tired
I'D death? She ran the whole way
4 Aome!''
Still the family stared. The twins
deyotion to each other was never fall
cling. but this effectiveness on the part
81 Carol was extremely odd. Now she
4 sat down on the step beside her Sis
i Ter. and sazed up into the flushed face
With adoring, but somewhat patroniz-
Ssn9. pride. After all, she had had a
sSshole lot to do with training Larkie!
Il ssWhat in the world?' began their
father curiOusly.
Had sunstroke?' queried Fairy,
milling.
You're both crazy" declared Con.
y ME. coming back with the water.
You're trying to fool us. won't
ask any questions You don't catch
me this time"
"Why don't you lie down and let
Lark use you for footstool, Carol?'
suggested their father with twinkling
yes.
81 would il she wanted a footstool."
aid Carol positively. I'D love to do
t. I'd be proud to do it. I'D consider
II an honor"