Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1918-01-18

could not have been more completely
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 me?"
Again Carol sprang to her sisters
| relief.
eyes, 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 a
lucky day for the Daily News too, I
| tell you. There aren't many Larks in
Mount Mark, in literary way, mean,
and-the Daily News needs some--that
is I 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 g6ings 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 a 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 thing had never hap
pened before in all the years Of their
twinship. At the end of the block,
Carol turned her head restlesSly They
were eight blocks from home. But the
twins couldn't run on the street it was
so undlgnified She looked longingly
about for a buggy bound their way.
Even a grocery cart would have been
welcome though humbling 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 good expression for
emotion, and Lark promptly struck out
at Il 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
gladness fairly overlooking. And many
people turned to look, wondering what
in the world possessed the leisurely,
! dignitied parsonage twins.
Aunt Grace sat up in her hammock
| TO look, Fairy ran out TO the porch, and
Mr.. Starr laid down his book. Had the
| long and dearly desired war been de-
clared at last?
But when the twins reached the
porch, they paused sheepishly, shyly.
whats the matter?' chorused the
family.
"Are-are we late for dinnerW Carol
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 favorte deS-
sert or salad was all consumed in their
absence. And it was only half past
! four!
Carol gently showed Connie off the
cushion upon which she had dropped,
and arranged it tenderly in chair.
"Sit down and rest, Larkie," she said
in soft and loving voice. "Are you
nearly tired to death?"
Lark sank, painting into the chair,
and gazed about the circle with bril-
liant eyes.
"Get her drink, can't you, Con-
nie?" said Carol Indignantly. Cant
you see the poor thing Is just tired to
death? She ran the whole way home p
"What in the world?" began their
father curiously.
Had sunStroke" queried Fairy,
smiling.
you're both crazy" declared Con-
ME, coming back with the water.
you're trying to fool us. 1 won't ask
any questions. You don't catch me
this time"
"Why don't you lie down and let
Lark use you for footstool, Carol?"
suggested their father, with twinkling
eyes.
II would, If she wanted a footstool,"
said Carol positively. "Td love to do
1t. I'd be proud to do it I'd consider
1t an honor"