The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1918-08-02

confounded. Carol was In condition
nearly as serious, but grasping the
gravity Of the situation, she rushed
into the breach headlong.
"Yes-yes," she gasped. "She's lit
erary. Oh, she's very literary"
Mr.. Raider smiled "Well. would you
like to try your hand out with me7"
Again Carol sprang to her sisters
relief
"Yes, indeed, she would" she cried.
Eyes, indeed" And then, determined
to impress upon him that the Daily
News was the one to profit chiefly from
the innovation, she added. And it's
lucky day for the Daily News, too.
tell you. There aren't many Larks In
Mount Mark, IN literary way. mean.
and-the Daily News needs some-that
is. think-new blood-anyhow. Lark
will be Just fine"
"All right Come In. Monday morn
Ing at eight, Lark, and I'll set you to
work. 1t won't be anything very I'M
portant. You can write up the church
news, and parties, and goings away.
and things like that It'll be good
training. You can study our papers
between now and then, to catch our
style"
Carol lifted her head little higher.
If Mr.. Raider thought her talented twin
would be confined to the ordinary style
of the Daily News, which Carol consid-
cred atrociously lacking in any style at
all, he would be most gloriously mis-
taken, that's certain!
1t is n significant fact that after Mr..
Raider went back into the sanctum OF
the Daily News, the. twins walked
along for one full block without speak
Ing. Such a thing had never hap
pened before In all the years of their
twinship. - the end of the block,
Carol turn her head restlessly. They
were eigli ks from home. But the
twins coult..'t run on the street, 1t was
so undignifed. She looked longingly
about for buggy bound their way.
Even a grocery cart would have been a
welcome though humbllng conveyance.
Lark" she said. I'm afraid We'll be
late for dinner. And auntie told us
to hurry back. Maybe we'd better run"
Running is a good expression for
emotion, and Lark promptly struck out
at pace that did full credit to her
1.-THE young limbs. Down the street
they raced, little tendrils OF hair flying
about their flushed and shining faces,
faster, faster, breathless, painting. their
giadness fairly overfiowing. And many
people turned to look. wondering what
IN the world possessed the leisurely.
dixziaed parsonage twins.
Aunt Grace sat up In her hammock
70 lock, Fairy ran out to the porch, and
NJ starr laid down his book. Had the
long ard dearly desired war been de-
ciares. at last:
But when the twins reached the
porch. they paused sheepishly. shyiy.
What's the InatterT chorused the
family
demanded earnestly. as though their
lives depended on the answer.
The family stared In concerted
Amusement When before this had the
twins shown anxiety about their late
ness for meals-unless a favorite des-
sert or salad was all consumed in their
absence. And 1t was only half past
fourl
Carol gently showed Connie OF the
cushion upon which she had dropped,
and arranged it tenderly in a chair.
"Slt down and rest. Larkie," she said
In Il soft and loving voice. "Are you
nearly tired to death7'
Lark sank, painting, into the chair.
and gazed about the circle with bril-
liant eyes.
"Get her a drink. can't you. Con-
nieT' said Carol Indignantly. Cant
you see the poor thing is just tired to
death? She ran the whole way home !"
"what In the worldT' began their
father curiouAly.
"Had a sunstroke1' Queried Fairy.
smiling.
You're both crazy" declared Con-
ME, coming back with the water.
you're trying to fool us. I won't ask
any question: You don't catch me
this time"
"why don't you lie down and let
Lark use You for a footstooi, Carolf'
suggested their father, with twinkling
eyes.
II would. II she wanted footstool," :"
said Carol positively. I'D love to do
it. I'd be proud TO do It I'd consider
1t an honor"