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The Project Gutenberg eBook, Prudence of the Parsonage, by Ethel Hueston, Illustrated by Arthur William Brown
Title: Prudence of the Parsonage
Author: Ethel Hueston
Release Date: May 18, 2006 [eBook #18413]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE***
E-text prepared by Al Haines
[Frontispiece: "What did you put in this soup, Prudence?"]
PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE
BY
ETHEL HUESTON
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT 1915
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
TO MY MOTHER
WHO DEVOTED HER LIFE TO REARING
A WHOLE PARSONAGE-FULL OF ROLLICKING
YOUNG METHODISTS
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | |
| I | INTRODUCING HER |
| II | THE REST OF THE FAMILY |
| III | THE LADIES' AID |
| IV | A SECRET SOCIETY |
| V | THE TWINS STICK UP FOR THE BIBLE |
| VI | AN ADMIRER |
| VII | LESSONS IN ETIQUETTE |
| VIII | THE FIRST DARK SHADOW OF WINTER |
| IX | PRACTISING ECONOMY |
| X | A BURGLAR'S VISIT |
| XI | ROMANCE COMES |
| XII | ROUSED FROM HER SLUMBER |
| XIII | SHE ORDERS HER LIFE |
| XIV | SHE COMES TO GRIEF |
| XV | FATE TAKES CHARGE |
ILLUSTRATIONS
"What did you put in this soup, Prudence?" . . . . . . Frontispiece
"If you'll shut the door one minute,
we'll have everything exactly as you left it."
"Yes, and have refreshments for just you two?"
"She predicted I'm to fall in love with you."
PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCING HER
None but the residents consider Mount Mark, Iowa, much of a town, and those who are honest among them admit, although reluctantly, that Mount Mark can boast of far more patriotism than good judgment! But the very most patriotic of them all has no word of praise for the ugly little red C., B. & Q. railway station. If pretty is as pretty does, as we have been told so unpleasantly often, then the station is handsome enough, but as an ornament to the commonwealth it is a dismal failure,—low, smoky and dust-grimed. In winter its bleakness and bareness add to the chill of the rigorous Iowa temperature, and in summer the sap oozing through the boards is disagreeably suggestive of perspiration. The waiting-room itself is "cleaned" every day, and yet the same dust lies in the corners where it has lain for lo, these many years. And as for the cobwebs, their chief distinction lies in their ripe old age. If there were only seven spiders in the ark, after the subsiding of the waters, at least a majority of them must have found their way to Mount Mark station in South-eastern Iowa.
Mount Mark is anything but proud of the little station. It openly scoffs at it, and sniffs contemptuously at the ticket agent who bears