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Show I PRUDENCE SAYS SO II By ETHEL HUESTON Aorof A iWI "PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE" Copyright Bobbs-MerriD Co. 1 ' CHAPTER XV Continued. 16 The first of April hi the Mount Murk pnrsonnge was a time of t r I til find tribulation, frequently to the extent ex-tent of weeping and gnashing of teeth. The twins were no respecters of persons, per-sons, and feeling that the first of April rendered all things justifiable to all men, they nuule life as burdeusome to their father as to Connie, and Fairy and Prudence lived In a state of perpetual per-petual anguish until the twins fell asleep nt night well satisfied but worn out with the day's activities. The twins were bordering closely to the first stage ef grown-up womanhood, but ou the first of April they swore they would always be young 1 The tricks were more dignified, more carefully planned and scientifically executed than in the days of their rollicking girlhood-but they were all the more heartbreaking on that account. The wfek before the first was spent by Connfe In a vain effort to ferret out their plans In order that foreknowledge fore-knowledge might suggest a sufficient safeguard. The twins, however, were too clever to permit this, and their Moody scBemes were wrapped In mystery mys-tery and tniried in secrecy. On the thirty-first cf March Connie labored like a pluivfcer would If working by the job. S!ie painstakingly hid from sight all I'or cherished possessions. The twins were in the barn, presumably presum-ably deep In plots. Aunt Grace was at the Ladits' Aid. So when Fairy came in. about four In the afternoon, there was o21y Prudence to note the vengeful glitter In her fine, clear eyes. And Prudence was so Intent upon feather-stitching the hems of pink-cheeked pink-cheeked dish towels that she did not observe it. "Where's papa?" Fairy asked. "Upstairs." "Where are the twins?" "In the barn, getting ready for THE DAY." Fairy smiled delightedly and skipped eagerly up ths stairs. She was closeted clos-eted with hel father for some time, and came out bf his room at last with a small coin carefully concealed In the corner of her handkerchief. She did not remove her hat, but set briskly out toward town again. Prudence, startled out of her feather-stitching, followed her to the door. "Why, Fairy," sha called. "Are you Mng out again?" Fairy threw up her hands. "So it seems. An errand for papa." She lifted her brows and pursed up her lips, and the wicked Joy In her face pierced the mantle of Prudence's absorption ab-sorption again. "What's up?" she questioned curiously, curi-ously, following her sister down the steps. Fairy looked about hurrltly, and 'lien whispered a few words of explanation. ex-planation. Prudence's look changed to one of unnaturally spiteful glee. "Good ! Fine ! Serves 'em right I ; frra'd better hurry." "Tell Aunt Grace, will you? But 't let Connie in until morning. She'd give it away." At suppertlme Fairy returned, and lie twins, their eyes bright with the unholy light of mischief, never looked " her. They sometimes looked heavenward heav-enward with a sublime contentment 'hat drove Connie nearly frantic. Occasionally Oc-casionally they uttered cryptic words about the morrow and the older mem-' mem-' rs of the family smiled pleasantly, J't Connie shuddered. She remem-tj"rcd remem-tj"rcd so many April Fool's days. The family usually clung together " occasions of this kind, feeling ere was safety and sympathy in nwnbers as so many cowards have e't for lo these many years. And thus ' happened that they were all in the d!nlng room when their father ap-'"fi-ed at the door. He had his hands "wind him suggestively. ., "Twins," he said, without preamble, what do you want more than any-Uiing any-Uiing else?" 'Silk stockings," vas the prompt I BnI unanimous answer. jte laughed. "Good guess, wasn't ta- ADli to,ssed lnt0 their eager hands '0 slender boxes, nicely wrapped. ' pothers gathered about them with jiln? eyes as the twins tremulously fe 03 the wrappings. A- Phoole's Pure Silk Thread u.se Guaranteed !" This they rend . "" the box neat golden lettering. 'was enough for the twins. With 9 of perfect bliss they flung themes them-es upon their father, kissing him "Murously wherever their lips might iOUrbi A"0h, Papa!"" "Oh, you darling I" j t theQ. when they had some sort of Z ,"1 of tne!r Joy. Lark said sol-"papa, sol-"papa, It is a gift from henv- "Of course ,Ve Kjve - 1ho ,.,.,,(1iti papa," Carol amended quickly, "but the thought was heaven-prompted." Fairy choked suddenly, and her fit of coughing Interfered with the twins' gratitude to an all-suggesting Providence Provi-dence 1 Carol twisted her box nervously. "You know, papa, it may seem very childish, and silly to you, but nctu-silly nctu-silly we have well, prayed for silk stockings. We didn't honestly expect to get them, though not until we saved up enough money enough to get them ourselves. Heaven Is kinder to us than we " "You can't understand such things, papa," said Lark. "Maybe you don't know exactly how how they feel. When we go to Betty Hill's we wear her silk stockings and lie on the bed and she won't let us walk in them, for fear we may wear holes. Every girl In our class has at lenst one pair Betty has three, but one pair's holey, and we felt so awfully poor!" The smiles on the family faces were rather stereotyped by this time, but the exulting twins did not notice. Lark looked nt Carol fondly. Carol sighed at Lark blissfully. Then, with one accord, ac-cord, they lifted the covers from the boxes and drew out the shimmering hose. Yes shimmering but they shook them out for inspection! Their faces paled a little. "They they are very " began Carol courageously. Then she stopped. The hose were a fine tissue-paper imitation of silk stockings! The "April Fool, little twins," on the toes wns not necessary for their enlightenment. enlighten-ment. They looked at their father with sad but unresentful reproach in their swiftly shadowed eyes. "It it's a good joke," stammered Carol, moistening her dry lips with her tongue. "It's one on us," blurted Lark promptly. "Ha, ha, ha," laughed Carol, slowly, dryly, very dully. "Yes ha, ha, ha," echoed Lark, placing plac-ing the bitter fruit carefully back in Its box. Her fingers actually trembled. "It's a swell joke, all right," Carol said ; "we see that well enough we're not stupid, you know. But we did want silk stockings so awfully bad. But it's funny, ha, ha, ha !" "A gift from heaven I" muttered Lark, with clenched teeth. "Well, you got us that time." "Come on, Lark, we must put them sacredly away silk stockings, you know, are mighty scarce In' a parson-age parson-age " "Yes, ha, ha, ha," and the crushed and broken twins left the room, with dignity in spite of the blow. The family did not enjoy the Joke on the twins. Mr. Starr looked at the others with all a man's cenfused Incomprehension of a woman's notions I He spread out his hands nn orthodox, ministerial gesture ! "Now, will someone kindly tell me Vhat there Is in silk stockings to " Ho shook his head helplessly. "Silk sUwkings ! A gift from heaven !" He smiled, unmerrily. "The poor little kldfi !" Then he left the- room. Aint Grace openly wiped her eyes, smiliLg at herself as she did so. Fairy opened and closed her lips several times. Then she spoke. "Say, Prue, friock me down and sit on me, will you"? Whatever made me think of such a stupid trick as that?" "Why, bless their little hearts," whispered Prudence, sniffing. "Didn't they look Sorry? But they were so determined to be game." "Prudence, give me my eight cents," demanded Connie. "I want it right away." "What do you want it for?" "I'm going down to Morrow's and get some enndy. I never saw a meaner trick In my life! I'm surprised at papa. The . twins only play jokes for fun." And Connie stalked grimly out of the parsonage and off toward town. A more abashed and downcast pair of twins probably never lived. They sat thoughtfully in their room, "A. Phoole's Silk Thread Hose" carefully hidden from their hurt eyes. "It was a good joke," Lark said, now and then. "Yes, very," assented Carol. "But silk stockings, Larkie!" And Lark squirmed wretchedly. "A gift from heaven," she mourned. "How they must be laughing!" But they did not laugh. Connie came back and shared her candy. They thanked her courteously and Invited her to sit down. 'They they all ate candy and grieved together silently. si-lently. They did not speak of the morning's disaster, but the twins understood un-derstood and appreciated the tender sympathy of her attitude, and although I hey said nothing, they looked at her very kindly and Connie was well content. con-tent. The morning passed drearily. The twins had lost all relish for their well-planned well-planned tricks, and the others, downstairs, down-stairs, found the usually wild and hilarious hi-larious day almost unbearably poky. Prudence's voice was gentle - as she called them down to dinner, and the twins, determined not to show the white feather, went down at once and took their places. They bore their trouble bravely, but their eyes had the surprised and stricken look, and their faces were nearly old. Mr. Starr cut the blessing short, and the dinner was enten In silence. The twins tried to start the conversation. They talked of the weather with passionate devotion. They discussed their studies with an almost unbelievable enthusiasm. They even referred, with stiff smiles, to "papa's good Joke," and then laughed their dreary "ha, ha, ha," until their father wanted to fall upon his knees and beg forgiveness. Connie, still solicitous, helped them wash the dishes. The others disappeared. disap-peared. Fairy got her hat and went out without a word. Their father followed fol-lowed scarcely a block behind her. Aunt Grace sought all over the house for Prudence, and finally found her in the attic, comforting herself with a view of the lovely linens which filled her Hope Box. "I'm going for a walk," announced Aunt Grace briefly. "All right," assented Prudence. "If I'm not here when you get back, don't worry. I'm going for a walk myself." Their work done Irreproachably, the twins and Connie went to the haymow and lay on the hay, still silent. The twins, buoyant though they were, could not so quickly recover from a shock like this. So intent were they upon the shadows among the cobwebs that they heard no sound from below until their father's head appeared at the top of the ladder. "Come up," they invited hospitably but seriously. He did so at once, and stood before them, his face rather flushed, his manner man-ner a little constrained, but looking rather satisfied with himself on the whole. "Twins," he said, "I didn't know you were so crazy about silk stockings. We Just thought It would be a good Joke but It was a little too good. It was a boomerang. I don't know when I've -felt so contemptible. So I went down and got you some real silk stockings a dollar and a half a pair and I'm glad to clear my conscience so easily." The twins blushed. "It it was a good Joke, papa," Carol assured him shyly. "It was a dandy. But all the girls at school have silk stockings for best, and we've been wanting them forever. And honestly, father, I don't know when I've had such a such a spell of indigestion as when I saw those stockings were April Fool." "Indigestion," scoffed Connie, restored re-stored to normal by her father's handsome hand-some amends. "Yes, Indigestion," declared Lark. "You know, papa, that funny, hollow, hungry feeling when you get a shock. That's nervous indigestion we read it in a medicine ad. They've got pills for It. But it was a good Joke. We saw that right at the start." "And we didn't expect anything like this. It is very generous of you, papa. Very !" But he noticed that they made no move to unwrap the box. It still lay between them on the hay, where he had tossed it. Evidently their confidence confi-dence in him had been severely shattered. He sat down and unwrapped it himself. him-self. "They are guaranteed," he explained, ex-plained, passing out the little pink slips gravely, "so when they wear holes vou get another pair for nothing." noth-ing." The twins' faces had brightened wonderfully. "I will never play that kind of a trick again, twins, so you needn't be suspicious of me. And say I Whenever you want anything so badly it makes you feel like that, come and talk it over. We'll manage some way. Of course, we're always a little hard up, but we can generally scrape up something extra from somewhere. And we will. You mustn't feel like that about things. Just tell me about it. Girls are sokind of funny, you know." The twins and Connie rushed to the house to try the "feel" of the first, adored silk stockings. They donned them, admired them, petted Connie, Idolized their father, and then removing remov-ing them, tied them carefully in clean white tissue paper and deposited them in the safest corner of the bottom drawer of their dresser. Then they lay back on the bed, thinking happily of the next class party! Silk stockings stock-ings ! All ! "Can't you Just imagine how we'll look in our new white dresses, Lnrk, and our pntent ienther pumps with silk stockings! I really feel there Is nothing sets off a good complexion as well as real silk stockings !" They were interrupted in this delightful de-lightful occupation by the entrance of Fairy. The twins had quickly realized that the suggestion for their humiliating humilia-ting had come from her, and their hearts were sore, but being good losers los-ers at least, as good losers as real live folks can be they wouldn't have admitted for the world. "Come on in, Fairy," said Lark cordially. cor-dially. "Aren't we lazy today?" "Twins," said Fairy, self-conscious for the first time in the twins' knowledge knowl-edge of her, "I suppose you know It was I who suggested that idiotic little stocking stunt. It was awfully hateful of me, and so I bought you real silk stockings with my own spending money, mon-ey, and here they are, and you needn't thank me, for I never could be fond of myself again until I squared things with you." The twins had to admit that it was really splendid of Fairy, and they thanked her with unfeigned zeal. "But papa already got us a pair, and so you can take these back and get your money again. It was Just as sweet of you, Fairy, and we thank you, and it was perfectly dear and darling, dar-ling, but we have papa's now, and " "Good for papa !" Fairy cried, and burst out laughing at the joke that proved so expensive for the perpetrators. perpetra-tors. "But you shall have my burnt offering, too. It serves us both right, but especially me, for it was my idea." And Fairy went away feeling very gratified and generous. Only girls who have wanted silk stockings for a "whole lifetime" can realize the blissful state of the parsonage par-sonage twins. They lay on the bed plnnning the most impossible but magnificent mag-nificent things they would do to show their gratitude, and when Aunt Grace stopped at their door they leaped up to overwhelm her with caresses Just because of their gladness. She waved them away with a laugh. "April Fool, twins," she said, with a voice so soft that it took all the sting from the words. "I brought you some real silk stockings for a change." And she tossed them a package and started out of the room to escape their thanks. But she stopped In surprise when the girls burst into merry laughter. "Oh, you silk stockings !" Carol cried. "Three pnirs ! You darling, sweet old auntie ! You would come up here to tease us. would you? But papa gave us a pair, and Fairy gave us a pair, and " "They did ! Why, the silly things !" And the gentle woman looked as seriously seri-ously vexed as she ever did look she had so wanted to give them the first silk-stocking experience herself. "Oh,, here you are," cried Prudence, stepping quickly in, and speaking very brightly to counterbalance the gloom she had expected to encounter. She started back in some dismay when she saw the twins rolling and rocking with laughter, and Aunt Grace leaning against the dresser for support, with Connie on the floor, quite speechless. "Good for you, twins that's the way to take hard knocks," she said. "It wasn't a very nice trick, though of course papa didn't understand how you felt about silk stockings. It wasn't his fault. But Fairy and I ought to be ashamed, and we are. I went out and got you some reul, genuine silk ones myself, so you needn't pray for them any more." Prudence was shocked, a little hurt, at the outburst that follow-ed her words. "Well, such a family !" Aunt Grace exclaimed. And then Carol pulled her bodily down beside her on the bed and for a time they were nil incapable of explanation. "What Is the joke?" Prudence asked, again and again, smiling but still feeling a little pique. She had count" ed on gladdening their sorry little hearts I "Stockings, stockings Oh, such al family !" shrieked Carol. "There's no playing Jokes on the twins," said Aunt Grace weakly. "It takes the whole family to square up. It's too expensive." Then Lark explained, and Prudence sat down and joined the merriment, which waxed so noisy that Mr. Starr from the library and Fairy from the kitchen, ran in to investigate. "April Fool, April Fool," cried Carol.' "We never played a trick like this, Larkie this is our masterpiece." (TO BE CONTINUED.) |