Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1917-05-15
CHAPTER VlII-Continued.

"Oh-whatever will Matte Moore
say to me? It's borrowed. Oh, / see
now, that 1t was just foolish pride that
made me unwilling to ride during de-
cent hours. What a Ounce l was-as
usual"
He looked at her curiously. This was
beyond his comprehension. She ex-
planned and then was silent a while.
"Fairy'l have to get breakfast, and
she always gets fathers eggs too
hard" Silence again. maybe papam
worry. But then, they know by this
time that something always does hap
pen to me, so they'll be prepared"
She turned gravely to the young
man beside her. He was looking down
at her, too. And as their eyes met
and chung for an instant, slow, dark
color rose In his face. Prudence felt
curious breathlessness-cau by her
hurting ankle, undoubtedly.
my name is Prudence Start am
the Methodist minister's oldest daugh-
ter"
"And my name is Jerrold Harmer."
He WAS looking away into the hickory
grove now. my home is In Des
Moines."
"Oh, Des Molnes is quite a city,
isn't it? I've heard quite a lot about
1t. You might tell me about Des
Moines. Is it very nicer Are there
lots of rich people there? OF course,
1 do not really care any more about
rich people than the Others but it al
ways makes a city seem grand to have
a lot of rich citizens, think. Don't
your"
So he told her about Des Moines,
and Prudence lay with her eyes half
closed, listening, and wondering why
there was more music Ia his voice than
In most voices. Her ankle did not
hurt very badly. She did not mind it
at all. In fact, she never gave it a
thought. From beneath her lids, she
kept her eyes fastened on Jerrold
Harmer's long brown hands, clasped
loosely about his knees. And when
ever she could. she looked up into his
face. And always there was that Gu
rious catching in her breath, and she
looked away again quickly, feeling
that to look TOO long was dangerous.
81 have talked my share now" he
was saying, tell me all about your
self, and the parsonage, and your fam
lily. And who is Fairy? And do you
attend the college at Mount Mark &?
You look like a college girl"
"Oh, am not" sa!dTrudence, re-
uctant to make the admission for the
first time in her life. 81 am too stupid
to be college girl. l left high school
five years ago and have been keeping
house for my father and sisters since
then. am twenty years old. How
old are you?'
al am twenty-sevcn." and he smiled.
"Jerrold Harmer" she said slowly
and very musicaliy 1T is such a nice
name. DO yoGr friends call you
Jerry?"
"The boys ut school called me Rol-
die, and sometimes Hammie. But my
mother always called ME Jerry. She
isn't living now, either. You call me
Jerry, will your
"Yes. l Will, but it WON'T be proper.
But that never makes any difference
to me. except when K might shock
/ the members. You want ne to call
you Jerry, dou't your
"Yes, do. And when we are better
acquainted, will you let me call you
PrudenceY
Call me that nov. 1 can't be too
| particular. you see, when l am lying
on your coat and piliowed with your
belongings. You might get cross, and
take them away from me. Did you
go to coilege?"
"Yes, TO Harvard, but l was not
| much of student. Then l knocked
around q while, looking at the world,
and two years ago I went home to
Des Moiaes. 1 have been there ever
since except for little runs once in a
while"
Prudence sighed. my sister Fairy
is going 10 college now. She's very
cleyer-oh, very. You'll like her, 1 am
sure--much better than you dc me, of
course" Prudence was strangely
downcast.
II am sure 1 won't" said Jerrold
Harmer, with unnecessary vehemence.
II don't care a thing for college girls.
1 like home girls" JerrOld tipped
over abruptly, and lay on the grass,
his face on his arms turned toward
her face. They were quiet for a while,
but their glances were clinging.
'Did you play football at college
} You are so tall. Fairy's tall. too,