The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-04-05
CHAPTER viil-Continued.

IL
"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 Ounce l was-as
usual"
He looked at her curiously. This was
beyond his comprehension. She ex-
piained and then was silent while.
"Fairy'll have to get breakfast, and
she always gets fathers eggs too
hard" Silence again. maybe papa'll
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 clung for an instant, a slow, dark
color rose In his face. Prudence felt n
curious breathlessness-caused by her
hurting ankle, undoubtedly.
"My name is Prudence Starr-I 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
Molnes."
"Oh. Des Moines is quite city,
isn't it? I've heard quite lot about
it. You might tell me about Des
Moines. Is 1t very nice? Are there
lots of rich people there? OF course,
do not really care any more about
al. 9TH h,,t ..I
ways makes a city seem grand to have
lot of rich citizens, l think. Don't
you"
So he told her about Des Moires,
and Prudence lay with her eyes half
closed, listening, and wondering why
there was more music In 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 1t n
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 lool; 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 college girl"
"Oh, l am not" said Prudence, re-
luctant to make the admission for the
first time in her life. 81 am too stupid
to be a college girl. l left high school
five years ago and have been keeping
house for my father and sisters since
then. l am twenty years old. How
old are your"
IL am twenty-seven." and he smiled
"Jerrold Harmer," she said slowly
and very musically. 'It is such nice
name. Do your friends call yo,
JerryT"
"The boys at school called me Rol
die, and sometimes Hammie. But m!
mother always called me Jerry. Sh'
isn't living now. either. You call IN,
Jerry, will your"
ayes, will, but 1t won't be proper
But that never makes any difference
to me, except when 1t might shOcl
the members. You want me to cal
you Jerry, don't your
"Yes, do. And when we are bette
acquainted. will you let me call yo'
lPrudenceT
"Call me that now. l can't be to-
particular, you see, when l am lyini
on your coat and pillowed with you
belongings. You might get cross, ant
take them away from me. Did yol
60 to college?"
Eyes, TO Harvard, but I was no
much of student. Then I knocke,
around a while, looking at the world
and two years ago I went home t
Des Moines. l have been there eve
since except for little runs once In
WHILE"
Prudence sighed. "My sister Fair
is going to college now. She's yer
clever-on, very. You'll like her, an
sure-much better than you do me, O
course" Prudence was strangel
.downcast.
~ am sure I won't" said Jerrol
Harmer. with unnecessary yehemenct
81 don't care thing for college girls
] like home girls" Jerrold fiippe
over abruptly. and lay on the grasi
his face on his arms turned towar
her face. They were quiet for while
but their glances were clinging.
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