Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1918-05-30

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stop to ask questions, just trot along
and do as you're told"
Carol returned again to her toilet.
"WelI, guess / have time to powder
after all. ! don't suppose Wen need
to take any money, auntie, do your We
won't be able to spend it in the coun-
try"
"I think you'd better take a little.
They might drive to town, or go to a
social, or something"
"Can't do It, Haven't cent"
"Well, guess I can lena you a lit
tie" was the smiling reply. It was a
standing joke in the family that Carol
had been financially hard pressed ever
since she began using powder several
years previous.
"Are you fond of Jim, Carolw Lark
jumped away backward In the CONVEX
sation, asking the question gravely, her
eyes upon her sisters face.
alum! Yes, 1 am" was the light
retort. Didn't Prudence teach US to
love everybody"
"Dont be silly. I mean If he pro-
poses to you. are you going to turn him
down, or not?"
"What would you advise, Lark ?"
Carols brows were painfully knitted.
"He's got FIVE hundred acres of land,
worth at least hundred an acre, and
lot of money in the bank-his mother
didn't say how much, but l imagine
several thousand anyhow. And he has
that nice big house, and an auto, and
oh, everything nice! Think of the
fruit trees, Larkiei And he's good
looking too. And his mother says he
is always good-natured even before
breakfast, and that's very exceptional,
you knowl Very! I don't know that
l could do much better, do you,
auntie? Tn sure I'd look cute In a
sunbonnet and apron, milking the
cows! So, boss, so. there, nowI So,
boss ~
"Why, Carroll"
''But there are objections, too. They
have pigs. l can't bear pigs Pooooey.
poooOey! The filthy little things!
don't kn0w-Jim and the gray suit
and the auto and the cows are very
nice, but when l think of Jim and
overalls and pigs and onions and
freckles / have goose flesh. Here they
come! Where's that other slipper2
Oh. it's clear under the bedl" She
wriggled after 1t, coming out again
GREATNESS. did rub the powder all
OFF," she asked, anxiously.
The low honk of the car sounded
outside, and the twins dumped a mis-
cellaneous assortment of toilet arti-
Giles into the battered suitcase and
the tattered hand bag. Carol grabbed
her hat from Connie, leiSurely strolling
through the hall with it. and sent her
flying after her gloves. "If you can't
find mine, bring your own" she called
after her.
| Aunt Grace and Connie escorted
them triumphantly down the walk to
the waiting car where the young man
in the new sentimental gray suit stood
| beside the open door. His face was
| bOyishly eager, and his eyes were full
of a satisfaction that had sort of
excitement in it, too. Aunt Grace
looked at him and sighed. poor
boy" she thought. 'He is NIGEL Carol
| is mean little thingv'
He smiled at the twins impartially.
"Shall we flip coin to see who l get
| in front?" he asked them, laughing.
| His mother leaned out from the back
seat, and smiled at the girls very cor
daily. Hurry, twinnies," she said,
Eve must start, or we'll be late for
| supper. Come in with me, won't you,
Larkie?"
"What a greasy schemer she is, p"
thought Carol, climbing into her place
without delay.
! Jim placed the battered suitcase and
| the tattered bag beneath the seat and
drew the rug over his mothers knees.
| Then he went to Lark's side, and
} tucked it carefully about her feet.
Its awfully dusty" he said. you
shouldn't have dolled up so. Shall
put your purse in my pocket? Don't
forget you promised to feed the chick
ens-Pm counting on you to do it for
me-"
Then he stepped in beside Carol
laughing into her bright face, and the
good-bys rang back and forth as the
car rolled away beneath the heavy
arch Of oak leaves that rooted in
Maple avenue.
The twins fairly reveled in the glo-
ries of the country through the golden
days that followed, and enjoyed every
minute of every day, and begrudged
the hours they spent in sleep. The
time slipped by like banana skins,
declared Carol GROSSLY, and refused tC
explain her comparison. And the last
day of their visit came. Supper was
over at seven o'clock and Lark said
with something of usefulness in hel
voice, I'm going out to the orchard
for farewell weep all by myself. AND
don't any Of you disturb me-Pm sc
ugly when I cry"
So she set out alone, and Jim, {
little awkwardly, suggested that Caro-
take a turn or so up and down The
| lane with him Mra ForraSt stood al