The Huttig news., 1917-01-13

should not do quite so we'll when their days came
 But in less than moment the min- ister-father began his prayer. When he said Amen" Prudence was on her
 ct and halfway upstairs before the others were fairly risen. Fairy stood gazing intently out of the window for a moment, and then went out to the barn to see if the horse was through eating. Mir Starr walked gravely and soberly out the front door, and around the house. He ran into Fairy coming out the kitchen door, and they glanced quickly at each other.
 Hurry, papa" she whispered; you can't hold in much longer Neither can IT"
 And together, choking with laugh ter, they hurried into the barn and gave full vent to their feelings.
 So it was that the twins and Connie were alone for while.
 You did a pretty good job, Connie" said Carol approvingly.
 "Yes, 1 think I did myself" was the | to put in, Keep us as the apple of thy eye, hold us in the hollow of thy hand and I forgot 1t until I had said Amen l had notion to put in postscript, but l believe that isn't done."
 Never mind," said Carol, 'I'll use that in mine, tomorrow"
 It cannot be said that this form of family worship was great success. The twins were invariably stereotyped, cut and dried. They thanked the Lord for the beautiful morning, for kind friends, for health. and family, and par sonage. Connie always prayed in sen tences extracted from the prayers of others she had often heard, and every time with nearly disastrous effect.
 But later on the morning worship went better. The prayers of the chill dren changed-became more personal, less ffowery. They remembered that when they knelt they were at the feet of God, and speaking direct to him.
 The family had been in the new par sonage only three weeks, when a vis- itng minister called on them. It was about ten minutes before the lunch con hour at the time of his arrival. Mr. Starr was in the country, visiting. so the girls received him alone. It was an unfortunate day for the Stars. Fairy had been at college all morning, and Prudence had been rummaging in the attic, getting it ready for rainy day and winter playroom for the younger girls. She was dusty and tired.
 The luncheon hour arrived, and the girls came in from school, eager to be up and away again. Still the grave young minister sat discoursing upon serious topics with the fidgety Pru- dence-and in spite of dust and per spiration, she was good to look upon. 1. Rev. Mir. Morgan realized that, and could not tear himself away. Finally Prudence sighed.
 Do you like sweet corn, Mir. Mor- gan?"
 This was entirely out of the line of their conversation, and for a moment he faltered. Sweet corn?" he repeated.
 4Cs, lOdSIiIS SdiS, yOu huoW- cooked on the cob"
 Then he smiled. "Oh, yes, indeed. Very much," he said
 Well" she began her explanation rather drearily, T was busy this morn- ing and did not prepare much lunch con. We are very fonC of sweet corn, and cooked an enormous painful. But that's all we have for luncheon--sweet corn and butter. We haven't even bread, because I am going to bake this afternoon, and We never eat it with sweet corn, anyhow. Now, if you care to eat sweet corn and butter, and canned peaches. we'd just love to have you stay for luncheon with us"
 Rev. Mir. Morgan was charmed. and said so. So Prudence rushed to the kitchen. opened the peaches in hurry, and fished out clean napkin for their guest. Then they gathered about the table, five girls and the visiting min- ister. It was really curious sight, that table. In the center stood tall vase of goldenrod. On either side of the vase was q great platter piled high with sweet corn, on the cob Around the table were six plates, with the nec- essary silverware, and glass of wa ter for each. There was also small dish of peaches at each place, and an individual plate of butter. That was all-except the napkins. But Prudence made no apologies. She was daugh- ter of the parsonage! She showed Rev. Mir. Morgan to his place as graciously and sweetly as though she were usher- ing him in to twenty-seven-course banquet.
 twill you return thanks, MT. Mor- gan?' she said.
 And the girls bowed their heads. Rev. Mir. Morgan cleared his throat, and began: "Our Father we thank thee for this table,"
 There was more of the blessing, but the parsonage girls heard not one ad- ditional phrase-except Connie. who followed him conscientiously through every word Carol burst into merry laughter close upon his rcverent