Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1918-03-01
CHAPTER Vill-Continued.


air. I want to talk to you about be
ing II preacher, you know. l think IT
is the most wonderful thing in the
world, / certainly do Her eyes were
upon his face now seriously. 81 didn't
say much, / was surprised, and | was
ashamed, too, professor, for ] never
could do II in the world Never! 1t
always makes me feel cheap and exas-
perated when | see how much nicer
other folks are than /. But | do think
II IL wonderful. Really sometimes |
have thought you ought TO be preach
or, because you're so nice. So many
preachers aren't, and that's the kind
we need"
The professor put his other hand
over Carols, which was restlessly fin
gering the crease i'm his sleeve. He
did not speak. Her girlish, impulsive
words touched him,v very deeply.
~ wouldn't want the girls TO know
1t, they'd think II was so funny, but"
She paused uncertainty, and looked
questioningly into his face. maybe
you won't understand what mean,
but sometimes I'd like to be good my
self. Awfully good, mean" She
smiled whimsicaly. "Wouldn't Connie
scream II she heard that? Now you
won't give me eway, will you? But
mean 1t. j don't think of it very
often, but sometimes, why. Professor,
honestly. l wouldn't care If were as
good as Prudence" She paused dra-
matically, and the professor pressed
the slender hand more closely in his.
"Oh, l don't worry about It. / sup
pose one hasn't any business to expect
good complexion and just natural
goodness, both ut once, but" She
smiled again. give thousand dollars"
she added dreamily. give thousand
dollars What shall / call you now 4?
P'fesser is not appropriate any more,
is it?"
"Call me David, won't you, Carol
Or Dave"
Carol gasped. ooh, mercy! What
would Prudence say2" She giggled
merrily. "Oh, mercyl" She was silent
moment then. 'Ill have to be con
tented with plain Mr. Duke, suppose,
until you get u. ID. Duckle ID. d."
she added laughingly. But in an in
staRt she was sober again. 81 do love
our job. If I were man I'd be a
minister myself. Wouldn't be a
peach?"
He laughed, too, recovering his eQua-
nlmity as her customary buoyant
brightness returned to her.
you are" he said, and Carol an
swered:
'Thanks," very dryly. ave must go
back now" she added presently. And
they turned at once, walking slowly
back toward the parsonage.
"Can't you write to me little often
er, Carol? l hate to be n bother, hut
my uncle never writes letters, and
like to know how my friends here are
getting along, marriages, and deaths,
and just plain gossip. I'll like 1t very
much If you can. | do enjoy good
correspondence with"
"Do you?" she asked swcerly. Glow
you have changed! When | was n
freshman remember you told me you
received nothing but business letters,
because you didn't want to take time
to write letters, and"
did II" For a second he seemed II
little confused. "Well, I'm not crazy
about writing letters, as such. But I'll
lie so glad to get yours that | know I'll
eFen enjoy answering them"
Inside the parsonage gate they stood
moment among the rose bushes
once again she offered her hand, and
he took 1t gravely, looking with sober
ntentness into her face, little pale
in The moonlight. He noted again the
royal little head with its grown-up
crown of hair, and the slender figure
with its grown-up length of skirt.
Then he put his arms around her,
and kissed her warmly upon the child
ish, uneNpectlng lips.
A swift red flooded her face, and re-
ceding ms swiftly, LETT her pale, Her
lips quivercd little, ana she caught
her hands together. Then sturdily,
and only slightly tremulous, she looked
into his eyes and laughed. The profcs-
Sor was in nowis2 deceived by her at-
tempt AT ight-heartedness remember
ing as he did the quick quiverng lips
beneath his, and the unconscious yield
ing of the supple body In his arms.
Vie condemned himself mentally in no
Uncertain terms for having yielded to
ne temptation of her young loyeiness.
Carol still laughed, determined by her
nerriment to set the seal of insgnih-
canoe upon the act.
Come and walk a little farther
Carol" he said I'm low voice. 81 want
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