Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1918-05-28
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! easily. Now | may not be the nices1
girl in the world. but no one can deny
that l am clever
Father swallowed helplessly. Then
he rallied. BY the way, Connie, won't
you come down to Burlington with me
for couple of days? l have a lot OF
work to do there, and we can have a
nice little honeymoon all by ourselves
What do you say?'
oh, thank you, father, that is lows
ly, Let's go on the noon train, shall
| we? can be ready
All right, just fine He flashed a
triumphant glance at Aunt Grace and
she dimpled her approval.
Now don't tell any one we are
going, father cautioned him. J
want to surprise Kirke Connor He is
going to Burlington on that train him.
self. and it will be such joke on him
to find US there ready to be enter.
tanned. He is to be there several days,
so he can amuse me while you arc
busy. Isn't 1t lovely? He really needs
a little boosting now. and 1t is our
duty, and-will you press my suit,
Auntie. l must fly or I won't be
ready
Aunt Grace looked reproachfully al
father, and father looked despairingly
at Aunt Grace. But we had splen-
did time in Burlington, the three of
us, for father never did one second 5
work all the time, he was so deathly
afraid to leave me alone with Kirke.
CHAPTER VI
The Heavy Yoke.
isn't 1t lots Of fun to be alive, Car
oil? So many thrilling and interesting
and happy things come up every day
Il love to dig in and work hard, \and
how love to drop my work at five
thirty and run home and doll up, and
play, and flirt-just nice, harmless
flirtipg-and sing. and talk-really, 1t
is darling little old world, isn't it?
ooh, and by the way, Carol, when
you want a divorce just write me
about it, Mr. Nesbitt and specialize
thing myself and save you lots OF
furnish your motive.
Lovingly as always,
Connie"
The burden of ministering rested
very lightly on Carols slender shout
ders. The endless procession of mis-
sionary meetings, aid societies, guilds
and boards, afforded her childish de-
light and did not sap her enthusiasm
to the slightest degree. She vent out
OF her little manse each new day.
laughing, and returned, YEARLY per-
haps, but still laughing. She sang
light-heartedly with the youth of tho
church, because she was young and
happy with them She sympathized
passionately with the old and sorry
ones, because the richness of her own
content. and the blessed perfection Of
her own life, made her heart tender.
Into her new life she had carried
three matchless assets for minister's
wife-a supreme confidence in the ex-
altation of the ministry, a boundless
alteration for her husband, and ma
tural liking for people that made peo-
pie naturally like her Thus equipped,
she faced the years Of aids and mis-
sions with profound serenity.
She was sorry they hadn't more
time for the honeymoon business, she
and David. Honeymooning was such
tremendously good fun. But they
were so almost unbelieyably busy all
the time. On Monday David was
downtown all day, attending minister's
meeting and Presbytery in the morn
ing, and looking up new books in the
afternoon. Carol always joined him
for lunch and they counted that noon
time hour little oasis In a week of
work. In the evening there were dea-
cons meetings. or trustees meetings.
or the mems bible class. On Tues
day evening they had bible study
class. On Wednesday evening was
prayer meeting Thursday night they,
with several of their devoted workers,
walked mile and half across coun-
try to Happy Hollow where they con.
Quoted mad little mission meetings.
Friday night Carol met with the young
women's club, and on Saturday night
was mission study class.
Carol used to sigh over the impossi.
bility of having beau night. She
said that she had often heard that hus-
bands couldn't be sweethearts, but
she ed never believed it before. Pin.
ned down to facts, however, she ad-
mitted she preferred the husband.
Mornings Carol was busy with
homework, talking to herself without
intermission as she worked. And Dav.
i'd spent long hours in his study, por.
ing over enormous books that Carol
insisted made her head ache from the
outside and would probably give her
infantile paralysis If she dared to peep
between the covers. Afternoons were
the aid societies, missionary. societies,
and all the rest of them, and then the
endless calls. calls on the sick, calls
on the healthy, calls on the pillars,
calls on the backs1iders, calls on the
very sad, calls on the very happy
every varying phase of life in church
community merits call from the min.
lister and his wife.
The heavy yoke-the yoke of dead
routine-dogs the footsteps OF every
minister. and even more. of every min.
listers wife But Carol thought Of the
folks thai. fitted into the cogs Of the
routine TO drive it round and round
the teachers, the doctors wives, the
free-thinkers, the mothers, the profess
sional women, the cynics, the pillars
of the church-and thinking Of the
folks, she forgot the routine. And so
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