Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1918-03-08
CHAPTER xI.
SOWING Seeds.

"Have you seen Mrs. Harbert lately,
Carol?"
"Yes. she's better, father. was
there few minutes yesterday"
Yesterday You were there Tues
day, weren't your"
Carol looked uncomfortable. "well,
yes was, just for second"
"She tells me you've been running I'm
nearly every day since she took sick"
Carol bent sharply inqulring eyes
upon her father. "What else did she
tell your"
"She said you were an angel"
"Y-yes-she seems somehow to
think do 1t for Kindness"
"And don't your?
"Why, no. father, of course I don't.
It's only two blocks out Of my way and
! It's such fun to pop In on sick folks
and show them how disgustingly strong
and well am"
"Wher, did you get the money for
that basket of frull?"
81 borrowed 1t from Aunt Grace"
Carols face was crimson with NORTH
cation. "But It'll be sweet time be-
fore Mrs. Harbert gets anything else
from me. She promised she wouldn't
tell"
did any of the others know about
the frult?"
ALPHABETICALLY"
"But she thinks 1t was from the
whole family. She thanked me for It."
IL made her think that" Carol
explained. 81 want her to think we're
the incest parsonage bunch they've
ever had In Mount Mark. Besides, 1t
really Mas from the family. Aunt
Grace loaned me the money and TIL
have to borrow II from you to pay her.
And Lark did my busting so l could
go on the errand. though she did not
know what IL was. And I-er-acci-
dentally took one of Comics ribbons
to tie 1t with. Isn't that family gift?"
"Mr. Scott tells me you are the
prime mover In the Junior League
now" he continued.
"Well, goodness knows our Junior
League needs mover OF some sort"
"And Mrs. Davies says you are n
whole mercy and help department all
by yourself"
"What can't understand" said
Carol mournfully. as why folks don't
keep their mouths shut. / know that
sounds very inelegant. but 1t expresses
my idea perfectly. Can't have good
time In my own way without the whole
church peddling me from door to
doorw
The twinkle In her fathers eyes
deepened. "What do you call 1t, Carol,
sowing seeds Of kindness'?"
~ should say not" came the en-
phntic retort. IL call 1t sowing seeds
Of fun. It's a circus to go around and
clont over folks when they are sick
or sorry, Or"
"But they tell me you don't gloat.
Mrs. Marlng says you cried with
Jeanle half day when her dog died"
"Oh, that's my way of gloating," said
get away without further interroga-
ton.
1t was strange thing that of all the
parsonage girls, Carol, light-hearted,
whimsical, mischievous Carol, was the
one most dear to the hearts OF her ia
theirs people. Not the gentle Pru-
dence. nor charming Fairy, not clever
Lark nor conscientious Connie, could
rival the naughty twin" in Mount
Marks affections. And in spite of her
odd curt speeches, and hE openly
Wanted vanity, Mount Mark insisted
she was "good." Certainly she was
willing! sect Carol Stnrr-Shell do
It," was the commonest phrase In
Mount Marks vocabulary. Whatever
was wanted. whatever the sacrifice In
volved. Carol stood ready to fill the
bill. Not for klndness-oh, dear no
Carol stanchly disclaimed any such
nlceness as that. She did II for fun.
pure and simple. She said she liked
to show off. She insisted that she liked
to feel that she was the pivot on which
little old Mount Mark turned. But
, this was only when she was found out.
AS far as she could she kept her little
seeds of fun" carefully up her sleeve.
and II was only when the indlscreet
alteration OF her friends brought the
budding plants TO light, that she laugh
ingly declared at was circus to so
and gloat over folks"
Once In the early dusk OF summer
evening, she discovered old Ben Pc
tiers, half intoxicated. slumbering
, noisily on pile Of sacks In n corner
of the parsonage barn. Carol was
sorry, but not at all frightened. The
poor. kindly, weak, old man was as
familiar to her as any figure In Mount