Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1918-03-28

to the always hard-preSSed twins, she
could not have been more completely
COMPOUNDED. Carol was in a condition
nearly as serious, but grasping the
gravity of the situation, she rushed
| into the breach headlong.
"Yes-yes," she gasped. "She's lit
erary. Oh, she's very literary"
Mr.. Raider smiled. "Well, would you
like to try your hand out with me?"
| Again Carol sprang to her sisters
relief.
"Yes, indeed, she would" she cried.
"Yes, indeed" And then, determined
to impress upon him that the Daily
News was the one to profit chiefly from
the innovation, she added, "And it's a
lucky day for the Daily News, too, l
/ tell you. There aren't many Larks in
Mount Mark, in a literary way, I mean,
and-the Daily News needs some-that
is, l think-new blood-anyhow, Lark
will be just fine"
"All right Come in, Monday morn
ing at eight, Lark, and I'll set you to
work It won't be anything very i'm
portant You can write up the church
news, and parties, and goings away,
and things like that. It'll be good
training. You can study our papers
between now and then, to catch our
STYLE"
Carol lifted her head little higher.
! If Mr.. Raider thought her talented twin
would be confined to the ordinary style
- nh, ~ mol ci n
cred atrociously lacking in any style at
all, he would be most gloriously mis-
taken, that's certain!
It IS a significant 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 a thing had never hap
pened before in all the years of their
twinship. At the end of the block,
Carol turned her head restfessly. They
were eight blocks from home. But the
4 twins couldn't run on the street, it was
so undignified. She looked longingly
about for a buggy bound their way.
Even a grocery cart would have been a
welcome though humbling conveyance.
lark" she SAID "I'm afraid We'll be
late for dinner And auntie told us
to hurry back. Maybe we'd better run. y
Running is q good expression for
emotion, and Lark promptly struck out
at a 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 overlooking. And many
people turned to look, wondering what
in the world possessed the leisurely
dignified 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?
But when the twins reached the
porch, they paused sheepishly, shyly.
whats the matter?" 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
ness for meals-unless favorite des
sert or salad was all consumed in their
absence. And it was only half past
fouri
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 sale
in soft and loving voice. "Are you
nearly tired to death?"
Lark sank, painting, into the chair
and gazed about the circle with bril-
liant eyes.
sect her drink, can't you, Con
nie?" said Carol Indignantly. "Can'
you see the poor thing is just tired tt
death? She ran the whole way home =
what in the world?" began thei
, father curiously.
| "Had a sunstroke?" queried Fairy
smiling.
you're both crazy" declared Con
ME, coming back with the water
you're trying to fool us. won't asl
any questions. You don't catch m,
this time"
, "Why don't you lie down and lie
Lark use you for footstool, CarolT
t suggested their father, with twinklini
} eyes.
II would, If she wanted footstool,
said Carol positively. I'D love to d,
: it. I'd be proud to do it. I'd conside
J it an honor"