Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1918-02-06
CHAPTER XIII.
BoostlnQ Connie.

bounced gravely one day, 1--WE changed
my mind. I'm going to be an author"
IAN author" scoffed Carol. "You !!
I thought you were going to get mar
ried and have eleven children"
"Oh. I've plenty of time for them yet,
when I find father for them. Yes
I'm going to be an author"
"Can you write?''
'Of course I can write"
What makes you think you can
write, CONF" inquired Lark, with genu-
Inc interest
Il have already done it,
"Was 1t any good?"
1T was fne.''
Carol and Lark smiled at each other.
"Yes," said Carol, "she has the long,
haired instinct. see 1t now. They al
ways say it is fine. Was it master
piece, CONNER"
well, considering my youth and in
experience, it was" Connie admitted
her eyes sparkling appreciatively
Carols wit was no longer lost upon
her, at any rate.
1llAE IL OuI. LIEU s see IL. I've
never met masterpiece yet-except a
dead one" said Lark.
"No-no," Connie backed up quick
". "You can't see it, and-don't ask
any ~ more about, it. Has father gone
The twins stared at her again.
"What's the matter with you?"
Nothing, but It's my story and you
can't see it. That settles it. Was there
any mail today?'
Afterward the twins talked it over
together.
what made her back down like
that?' Carol wondered. "Just when
we had her going"
"Why, didn't you catch onto that?
She has sent it off to a magazine, of
course, and she doesn't want US to
know about it. saw through it right
away"
Carol looked at her twin with new
interest. Did you ever send 'em OFF,
Lark flushed little. eyes, I did,
and always got 'em back, too-worse
luck. That's why gave it up"
"What did you do with them when
they came back?'
Burned them. They always burn
them. Connie'll get hers back, and
she'll burn it, too," was the laconic
answer.
'You wait until she can't eat meal,
and then you'll know she's got it back.
Many's the time Prudence made me
take medicine, just because I got a
story back. Prudence thought it was
tummyache. The symptoms are q good
bit the same"
So Carol watched, and sure enough,
there came day when the bright light
of hope in Comics eyes gave way to
the sober sadness Of certainty. Her
light had failed. And she couldn't eat
her dinner.
Lark kicked Carols foot under the
table, and the two exchanged amused
glances.
"Connie's not WE'LL" said Lark with a
worried air. "She isn't eating a thing.
You'd better give her dose Of that
tonic, Aunt Grace"
I'm not SICK" the crushed young au-
thor protested. 'Im just not hungry
"You can see for YOURSELF" insisted
Lark. "Look at her. Isn't she sick ?
Many's the long illness Prudence
STAYED off for me by a dose of this
magic tonic. You'd better make her
take it, father. You can see she's
sick.''
you'd better take a little, Connie"
her father decided. "You don't look
very we'll today"
And the aspiring young genius was
obliged to swallow the bitter dose.
After the meal was over, Carol shad-
owed Connie closely. Sure enough, she
headed straight for her own room, and
Carol, close outside heard a crump-
ling of paper. She opened the door
quickly and went in. Connie turned,
startled, guilty red Staining her pale
face. Carol sat down socially on the
side of the bed; politely ignoring Con-
MES feeble attempt to keep the crum-
pied manuscript from her sight. She
engaged her sister in a broad-1ninded
leading it up to the subject Of litera.
ture. But Connie would not be In
weighed into a confession. Then Carol
took a wide leap.
odd you get the story back?"
Connie gazed at her with an awe
that was almost superstitious.
II sure did," she said. ,4.r =.
"Hard luck" said Carol, in a matter
of-fact voice. Lets see It,"
Connie hesitated, but finally passed
It over. .....S ..... .
It'll take 1t to my own room and read
It, II you don't mind" - H.. .
More eagerly than she would have
liked Connie to know, Carol curled her
self upon the bed to read Comics mas
terpiece. It was simple story, but
Connie did have a way Of saying things.