The Huttig news., 1917-01-13

They are coning!' they trooped to Miss Alic"'s window with speed that would have done credit to the parson- age girls themselves.
 First came the minister, whop they knew very well by this time, and con- sidered quite respectable. He wag lively, as was to be expected of a Methodist minister, and told jokes, and laughed at them! Now, comical rector-oh, very different natter It wasn't done. that's all At any rate. here came the Methodist minister, laughing, and on one side of him tripped small, earnest-looking maid en, clasping his hand, and gazing alter nately up into his face and down at the stylish cement sidewalk beneath her feet. On the other side was Fairy. The Misses Avery knew the girls by name already-baving talked much i with Prudence.
 Such Fairy!" gasped Miss Milli- cent. and the others echoed the gasp but wordlessly.
 For Fairy was very nearly as tall as her father, built upon generous lines, rather commanding in appear nnce, little splendid-looking. Even from their windows they could discern something distinctly Junolike Ill this sixteen-year-old girl, with the easy, elastic stride that matched her fa- ther's, and the graceful head, well car rled. A young goddess-named Fairyi
 Behind them, laughing and chatter Ing, like three children, as they were came the twins with Prudence, each with an arm around her waist. And Prudence was very little taller than hey. When they reached the fence hat bordered the parsonage, the scene Tor moment resembled miniature .iot. The smaller girls jumped and exclaimed, and clasped their hands. Fairy leaned over the fence, and stared intently at this, their parsonage home. Then the serious little girl scrambled under the fence, followed loosely by the lithe-limbed twins. \ pause, very short one-and then Pru- fence, too, was wriggling beneath the 'enee.
 Hold the wire up for me, papa v .ried Fairy. I'm too fat" And a sec )nd later she was running gracefully across the lawn toward the parsonage. The Methodist minister laughed boy shly, and placing his hands on the 'ence post, he vaulted lightly over. md reached the house with his daugh- CTS. Then the Misses Avery, schoal- eachers and elderly, looked at one an- )ther
 Did you ever?" gasped the oldest Miss Avery, and the others slowly ihOok their heads.
 Now, think! Did you ever see rec or jumping three-wire fence, and .unning full speed across his front ard in pursuit of q flying family? It nay possibly have occurred-we have lever seen it. Neither had the three Misses Avery. Nor did they ever ex- )ect to. And if they had seen 1t. it $ quite likely they would have joined
 he backsliders at that Instant.
 But without wasting much time on his gruesome thought, they hurried 0 window commanding the best view If the parsonage, and raised 1t. Then iNf IiuStCi GU bCllHu tiiC Cul tuluS, dElu watched and listened. There was plenty to hear! From the parsonage windows came the sound of scamper- ng feet and banging doOrs Once there vas the unmistakable chatter of chair. overturned. With 1t all there was a constant chorus of "Oh, look !" "Oh! 0h!" "Oh, how sweet '" "Oh. papa l'' oh, Prudence '" Look. Larkie, lock 1t this .'
 Then the eldest Miss Avery closed he window overlooking the parsonage md confronted her sisters.
 "We must just make the best of It." she said quietly.
 But next door the gray old parson- lge was full to overdowlng with satis> action and happiness and love. Every. )ne has experienced the ecstatic, creepy sensation of sleeping in brand-new lome. The parsonage girls reveled in he memory of that first night for many, lays. Tt may be haunted for all we 1now," cried Carol dellciously. Just mink, Connie. there may be seven ghosts camped on the head of your bed,i AalliIlR-
 "Carol ,''
 When the family gathered for wor-' ship on that first Sabbath morning., MT. Starr said. as he turned the leaves, If his weil-worn Bible, T think it would be well for you to help with thsi morning worship now. When I finish, reading tha chapter, Connie, you will; make the first prayer. Just pray for whatever you wish as you do at night; for yourself. I will follow you" Comics eyes were wide with respon-i sibility during the reading of the chap-' ter, but when she began to speak herr voice did not falter. Connie had nine; years of good Methodist experience back of her!
 '.Our Father, who art in heaven. we DOW ourselves before thy footstod in humility and reverence. Thou art our God, our Creator, our Savior. Bless us this day, and cause thy face to shinel upon us. Blot out our trsBsgresSions,