The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1918-05-10
CHAPTER vIIl-centinusd.

CHAPTER vIil-centinusd
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'Oh-whatevef will Matte Moore
ray to met It's borrowed. Oh. I see
now. that it was just foolish pride that
made me unwilling to ride during de-
usual"
He looked at her curiously. This was
Nssyond his comprehension. She ex-
claimed and then was silent a while.
"Tairyu have to get breakfast, and
she always gets fathers eggs too
hard" Silence again. maybe papa1l
worry. But then, they know by this
dime that something always does hap
pen to me. SO they'll be prepared"
She turned gravely to the young
man beside her. He was looking down
at her. too. And a. their eyes met,
and chung for an instant, a slow, dark
color rose In his face. Prudence felt q
curious breathlessness-cause BY her
hurting ankle. undoubtedly.
MY name 10 Prudence Start am
the Methodist minister's oldest daugh-
ter"
"And my name IL Jerrold Harmer."
de was looking away into the hickory
H9ve now. my home IL In Des
M6fnes."
"Oh. Des Molnes Is quite \ city,
isn't lit I've heard quite q lot about
II. You might tell me about Des
Hoines. Il 1t very nice7 Are there
lots of rich people there7 OF course,
do not really care any more about
itch people than the others, but 1t al
ways makes a city seem grand to have
lot Of rich citizens. 1 think. Don't
your
SO he told her about Des Moines.
and Prudence lay with her eyes half
closed, listening, and wondering why
there was more music In his voice than
In most voices. Her ankle did not
hurt very badly. She did not mind 1t
at all. In fact, she never gave 1t
thought. From beneath her lids, she
kept her eyes fastened on Jerrold
Harmer's long brown hands, clasped
loosely about his knees. And when
= ever she could, she looked up into his
face And always there was that Gu
riOus catching in her breath, and she
looked away again quickly, feeling
that to look too long was dangerous.
II have talked my share now" he
was saying, tell me all about your
Sslf, and the parsonage, and your fam
lily. And who is Fairy? And do you
attend the college at Mount Mark7
You look like a college girl"
'Oh, I am not" said Prudence, re-
A. kho nd, cio fny, Tho
drst time In her life. Il am too stupid
10 be q college girl. left high school
I'VE years ago and have been keeping
house for my father and sisters since
then. 1 am twenty years old. How
old are your
II am twenty-seven," and he smiled.
"Jerrold Harmer," she said slowly
and very unsteady. ut is such nice
name. Do your friends call you
Jsrryr'
"The boys at school called me Rol-
aia. and sometimes Hammie. But my
mother always called me Jerry. She
tsu't living now, either. You call me
Jerry. will your"
''Yes, I will. but 1t won't be proper.
But that never makes any difference
to me, except when 1t might shock
DE members. You want me to call
you Jerry, don't your
~Yes, 1 do. And when we are better
acquainted. will you let me call you
Prudencer"
.Can me that now. l can't be too
particular, you see, when I am lying
on your coat and pillowed with your
belongings. You might get cross. and
take them away from me. Did you
60 to colleseT
Eyes, to Harvard, but / was not
much of a student. Then I knocked
around a while. looking at the world,
and two years ago went home to
Dss Noines. I have been there ever
since except for little runs once In
WHILE"
Prudence sighed. my sister Fairy
n going to college now. She's very
clever-oh, very. You'll like her, am
sure-much better than you do me, OF
course" Prudence was strangely
downcast.
II am sure I won't" said Jerrold
.Harmer, with unnecessary vehemence..
II don't care thing for college girls.
I like home girls" Jerrold tipped
over abruptly, and lay on the grass,
his face on his arms turned toward
her face. They were quiet for a while,
but their glances were clinging.
did you play football at college7
Heu are 70 tall. Fairy's tall. too.