The Huttig news., 1917-02-10
CHAPTER K.
Father Starr Reads the sians.

And ill the meanwhile, at the par sonage, Fairy was patiently getting breakfast. Prudence went out for wouldn't catch her. she explained to the family. And she isn't back yet. She'll probably stay out until after noon, and then ride right by the gro cery store where the Ladies have their Saturday sale. That's Prudence, all over. Oh, father, I did forget your eggs again, 1 am afraid they are too hard. Here, twins, you carry in the oatmeal, and we will eat. No use to wait for Prudence it would be like waiting for the next comet"
 Indeed, it was nearly noon when a small. one-horse spring wagon drove into the parsonage y9rd. Mir. Starr Was in his study with book, but he heard a piercing shriek from Connie, and a shrill Prudence :" from one of the twins. He was downstairs in three leaps, and rushing wildly out to the little rickety wagon. And there was Prudence
 Don't be frightened, father. I've just sprained my ankle, and 1t doesn't hurt hardly any But the bicycle is broken, and we'll have to pay for it. You can use my own money in the bank. Poor Mr. Davis had to walk all the way to town, because there wasn't any room for him in the wagon with me lying down like this. Will you carry me in?'
 Comics single bed was hastily brought downstairs, and Prudence de- posted upon it. '"There's no use to put me upstairs" she assured them. '1 won't stay there. l want to be down here where 1 can boss the girls"
 The doctor came in, and bandaged the swollen purple ankle. Then they had dinner-they tried to remember to call it luncheon. but never succeed ed After that, the whole parsonage family grouped about the little single bed in the eaeery sitting ro0i1.
 "Whose coat is this, Prudence?" asked Connie.
 And where in the world cid you get these towels and silk shirts?" add ed Fairy.
 Prudence blushed most exquisitely. "They are Mr. Farmers" she said, and glanced nervously at her father.
 "Whose?" chorused the family.
 "If you will sit down and keep still. I will tell you all about it. But you must not interrupt me. What time is it, Fairy?"
 '"rwo o'clock"
 "Oh. two. Then I have plenty of time' and in her own frank way, she told the story.
 "Then Mr. Davis came along with his cart" she concluded. "aad Jerry er-Harrler, you know, helped put me in, and tie cart was so small they both had to walk"
 "Where is he now?' "Is he young?" "Is he Landsome?" Did he look rich?"
 Don't be silly, girls. Ha went to the hotel I suppose. Anyhow, he left us as soon as we reached town. He said he was in a hurry, and had some thing to look after. His coat was un- derneath me iii the wagon, and he
  ing my ankle, so the poor soul is proh- ably wandering around this town in his shirt sleeves"
 Already, ia the eyes of the girls. this Jerry ry-er-Harmer had taken unto himself all the interest of the affair.
 Hell have to come for his coat" said Lark. Were bound to see him.
 "Where does he live? What was he doing in the hickory grove?" inquired Mr Starr with q strangely sinking heart. fer her eyes were alight with new and wonderful radiance.
 He lives in Des Moines. He was just walking into town. and took short cut through the grove"
 "Walkingl From Des Moines2"