The Taney County republican. (Forsyth, Mo.) 1895-1992, 1918-02-21
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Slhly come up to us, and So"
The others broke her sentence with
their laughter
Talk about me and my complex.
ion" GNsped Carol, wiping her eyes.
I'm nothing to Connie and her fam
lily pride, Where will We live now. ia.
ther?"
wen rent house--any house we
like"
"Rentl Mercy. father, doesn't the
conference furnish the elders with
houses? We can never afford to pay
rent, Neverw
"Oh, we have salary of twenty five
hundred year now" he said with ap.
parent compacenCc, but careful t.
watch closely for the effect of this
statement. 1t gratifed him, too, much
as he had expected The girls stood
stock-still and gazed at him, and then,
with a violent struggle for sclf-com.
posure Carol asked;
"Did you get any of 1t in advance?
| need some new SLIPPERS
SO the packing was finished, suit.
able house was fOund-modern, with
reasonable rent--on Maple avenue
where the oaks were most magnificent.
and the parsonage family became just
ordinary folks" parsonage house
hold no longer.
Mr.. Starrs new position necessltated
long and frequent absences from home,
and that was drawback to the family
cOmradeship. But the girls pride in
his advancement was so colossal, and
their determination to live up to the
dignity of the eldership was so deep.
seated, that affairs ran on quite Sc.
renely in the new home.
One day this beautiful serenity was
broken in upon in a most unpleasant
way. Carol looked up from "De Senec-
tute" ana flung out her arms In an all
relieving yawn. Then she looked at her
aunt, asleep on the couch. She looked
nt Lark, who was aimlessly drawing
feathers on the skeletons Of birds in
her biology text. She looked at Con-
ME, sitting upright In her chair Il small
book close TO her face, alert, absorbed
oblivious to the world. Connie was
wide awake, and Carol resented It.
"What are you reading, COn?" She
asked reproachfully.
Connie looked up, startled and coli
bred little. "Oh--poetry," she STAN.
nered.
Carol was surprised, Poetry" she
echoed. POETRY What kind of
DoetryT
Connie answered evasIvely. at is
by an old Oriental writer, I don't sun
nose you've ever read 1t, Khayyam iS
his name.'
"Some name" said Carol suspicious
s. "What's the poemi' Her eyes had |
narrowed and dGrkCncd. BY this time
Carol had firmly convinced herself that |
she was bringing Connie up--a belief |
which afforded lively amusement to
,elf-conducting Connie.
"Why, it's The Rubalyat.' It's"
"'The Rubaiyat"" Carol frowned. |
lark looked up from the skeletons |
With sudden interest. "The Rubai.
.at| BY Khayyam? Isn't that the old |
elbow who didn't believe IN God, and |
lcavcn, and such thIngs--you know
what mean--the man who didn't be.
leve anything, and wrote about It? |
let me see It. I've never read 1t my
elf, but I've heard about IT," Carol |
urned the pages with critical dlsap-
,roving eyes.
II don't believe It, yOu know" Con.
ie said coolly. I'm only reading 1t,
low can | know whether it's trash or
Ot, unless | read 1t? H.
Ministers daughters are supposed |
0 keep their fingers clear Of the burn
lg ends of matches" said Carol neat.
Y. 1--WE can't handle them without |
citing scOrched, or blaCkened, at least.
Prudence says So"
Prudence" said Connie gravely, rs
dear sweet thing, but she's awfully |
ld-fashiOned, Carol; you know that"
Carol and Lark were speechless.
hey would as soon have dreamed Of
uestioning the catechlsm as Pru.
ence's perfection.
"She's narrow. She's n darling, Of
curse, but she isn't up.tO.date. I want
D know what folks are talking about.
don't believe this poem. I'm Chris.
an. But want 10 know what other
Dlks think about me and what he.
eve, That's all. Prudence Is fine,
ut know a good deal more about
ONE things than Prudence wlli know
hen she's a thousand years old"
The twins still sat silent.
"Of course, some folks wouldn't ap.
rove Of parsonage girls reading things
ke This. But l approve Of It. | want
D know why | disagree with this
Oetry, and I can't until | know where
e disagree. It's beautiful, Carol,
nally. It's kind of sad. II makes me
ant to cry. It's"
1--WE a big notion to tell papa on
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