Warren sheaf., 1917-12-26


training. You Gun study our papers
between now and then, to catch our
style.''
Carol lifted her head a little higher.
II Mr.. Raider thought her talented twin
would be confined to the ordinary style
of the Daily News, which Carol consid.
cred atrociously lacking ii. any style at
all, he would be most gloriously mis-
taken, that's certain!
It is a asignificnnt fact that after Mr.
Raider went back into the sanctum of
the Daily News, the twins walked
along for one full block without speak.
ing. Such thing had never han
pened before In all the years Of Their
twinship, At the end Of the block
Carol turned her head restlessly. They
were eight blocks from home. But til.
twins couldn't run on the street, It was
so undignified. She looked longingll
about for buggy bound their way
Even a grocery cart would have been g
welcome though humbling conveyance.
Lark, !" she said, ''I'm afraid we'll be.
late for dinner. And auntie tolG US
to hurry back. Maybe we'd better run Y
Running Is good expression FOL
emotion, ard Lark promptly struck out
at pace that did full credit to her
1.-THE young limbs. Down the street
they raced, little tendrils Of hair flying
about their flushed and shining faces,
faster, faster, breathless, painting, their
gladness fairly overflowing. And many
people turned to look, wondering what
In the world possessed the leisurely
dignif1ed parsonage twins.
Aunt Grace sat up In her hammock
to look, Fairy ran out to the porch, and
Mr.. Starr laid down his book. Had the
long and dearly desired war been de.
clared at last? ..5.
But when the twins reached the
porch, they paused sheepishly, shyly.
What's the matter1 chorused the
family.
'.Are-are we late for dinner?" Carol
demanded earnestly, as though their
lives depended on the answer.
The family stared in concerted
amusement. When before this had the
twins shown anxiety about their late
ness for meals-unless favOrite des-
.sert or salad was all consumed in their
absence. And It was only half past
souri :s
Carol gently showed Connie off the.
cushion upon which she had dropped
and arranged it tenderly in a chair.
"Sit down and rest, Larkie," she said
in soft and loving voice. "Are you
nearly tired to death? p
Lark sank, painting, into the chair,
and gazed about the circle with brill
liant eyes.
Get her a drink, can't you, Con-
nie?" said Carol indignantly. "Can't
you see the poor thing is just tired to
death? She ran the whole way home!"
''What in the world?' began their.
father curiously.
Had sunstroke?" queried Fairy,
smiling.
you're both crazy" declared Con-
ME, coming back with the water.
you're trying to fool us. won't ask
any questions. You don't catch me
this time." Il
"Why don't you lie down and let
Lark use you for footstool, Carol7''
suggested their father, with twinkling
eyes.
II would, If she wanted a footstool,''
said Carol positively. I'D love to do
1t. I'd be proud to do 1t. I'd consider
It an honor
Lark blushed and lowered her eyes
modestly.
"What happenedr' urged their IA
ther, still more curiously.
"Did she get you out Of a. scraper
Knocked Fairy.
.Tell 1t, Lark" Carols voice was 90
intense that 1t impressed even skep-
tical Connie and derisive Fairy.
Lark raised the glowing eyes once
more, leaned forward and said thrill
ingly:
its the literary career
The silence that followed this bold
announcement was sufficiently dra-
matte to satisfy even Carol, and she
patted Lark's knee approvingly.
''yNell, go on" urged Connie, at last,
when the twins continued silent.
'oThat's all" 81 ..s.s
"She's going to run the Daily News"
"Oh, I'll only be cub reporter; I
guess that's what you call them.
"Reporter nothing, c0ntradtcted
Carol. There's nothing literary about
that. You must take the whole paper
In hand, and color it up bit. And for
goodness sake, polish up. Mr.. Raiders
editorials. could write editorials like
his myself =
Fairy solemnly rose and crossed the
porch, and with hand on Lark's
shoulder gave her solemn shake.
Nov, Lark Starr, you begin at the be-
ginning and tell u.s. Do you think we're
all wooden Indians? We can't wait un-
til you make newspaper out of the
Daily News We want to know. Talk s
Thus. adjured, Lark did talk, and the
little story with many striking embel.
lishments from Carol was given into
the hearing Of the family.
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