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MILLEDGEVILLE, GEORGIA.
CHAPTER I.
The Ray of Sunlight
Just as the rays of the afterroon
sun hesitated to enter the open door
of Joseph Stugg’s hardware store In
Sunrise Cove and lingered on the sill,
so the little girl in the black frock
and lmt, with twin braids of sunshiny
hair on her shoulders, hovered at the
entrance of the dim and dusty place.
She carried a satchel in one hand,
while the fingers of the other were
hooked into the rivet-studded collar of
a mottled, homely mongrel dog.
“Oh, dear me, Prince!” sighed the
little girl, “this must, be the place.
We’ll just have to go in. Of course I
know he must be a nice man; but he’s
such a stranger.”
Her feet faltered over the door sill
arid paced slowly down the shop be
tween long counters. She saw no clerk.
At the back of the shop was a small
office closed in with grimy windows.
The uncertain visitor and her canine
companion saw the shadowy figure of
a man inside the office, sitting on a
high stool and bent above a big ledger.
The dog, however, scented something
else.
In the half darkness of the shop he
and his little mistress came unexpect
edly upon what Prince considered his
arch-enemy. There rose up on the end
of the counter nearest the open office
door n hig, black tomcat whose arched
back, swollen tall and yellow eyes
blazed defiance.
“Ps-s-st—ye-ow 1"
The rising yowl ^roke tho silence of
the shop like n trumpet call. The little
girl dropped her bag and seized the
dog’s collar with both hands.
“PriSce!” she cried, "don’t you sponk
tc that cat—don’t you dare speak
to it 1”
“Bless me!” croaked a voice from
the office.
The tomcat uttered n second “ps-s-st
—ye-ow!” and shot up a ladder to the
top shelf.
“Bless me!’’ repeated Joseph Stngg,
taking off his eyeglasses and leaving
them in the ledger to mark his place.
"What have you brought that dog in
here for?” .
He Came to tho office door.
“I—I didn’t have any place to leave
him," was the hesitating reply.
“Hum! Hid your mother send you
for something?”
“No-o, sir,” sighed the little visitor.
At that moment a more during ray
of sunlight found its way through the
transom over the store door and lit up
tlie dusky place. It fell upon the
slight, higck-frockc'l figure and lor an
instant touched the pretty head as
with an aureole.
"Bless me, child V exclaimed Hr.
Stagg. “Who are you?”
The flowerlike face of the lit tic girl
quivered, the blue eyes spilled big
drops over her chocks. She approached
Mr. Stagg, stooping and squinting In
the office doorway, and placed a timid
hand upon the broad lmud of black
crepe lie wore on his coatsleeve.
“You’re not Hannah's Car’lyn?”
questioned the hardwire dealer huskily,
“I’m Car’lyn May Cameron,” she
confessed. “You're ray Uncle Joe. I’m
very glad to see you, Uncle Joe, and—
urn! 1 hope—you’re glad to see me—
and Prince," site finished rather ful-
tcringly,
“Bless me!" murmured the man
Stagg again. "Bless me, child! how
did you get here from New York?”
“On tlio cars, uncle. You see, Mr.
Price thought I’d hotter come. He says
you are my guardian—it’s in papa's
will and would have been so in mam
ma’s will, If she'd made one. Mr.
Price put me on the train and the con
ductor took cure of me.
"Who is Mr. Price?" the storekeeper
risked.
"He’s a lawyer. He’s written you
a long letter about It. It’s In my bag.
Didn’t you get the telegram he sent
yon last evening, Uncle Joe? A ‘night
letter,’ he called it."
“Never got It,” replied Mr. Stagg
shortly.
“Well, you see, when papa and mam
ma had to go away so suddenly they
left me with the Prices. I go to school
with Edna Price and she slept with me
at night In our fiat—after the Dunra-
ven sailed.”
“But—what did this lawyer send
you up here for?” asked Mr. Stagg.
Tho question was a poser anil Caro
lyn May stammered: “I—I— Don’t
guardians always take their little girls
home and look out for them?”
“Hum—I don’t know.” The hard
ware merchant mused grimly. “I—-I
guess we’d better go up to The Corners
and see what Aunty Rose has to say
about it. You understand, I couldn’t
really keep you if she says ‘No!"’
“Oh, Uncle Joe, couldn’t you?”
“No,” he declared, wagging his head
decidedly. "And what she’ll say to
that dog—”
“Oh!" Carolyn May cried again, nnd
put both arms suddenly about the neck
of lier canine friend. “Prince Is just
the best dog, Uricie Joe.”
Mr. Stagg shook his head doubtfully.
Then ho went into the office and shut
the big ledger into the safe. After
locking tho safe door, he slipped the
key iuto his trousers pocket and
glanced around the store.
'“I'd like to know where that use
less Oormley boy is now,” muttered
Mr. Stagg.
“CJiet! Iley! you Chet I”
To Carolyn May’s amazement and to
the utter mystification of Prince, a sec
tion of tho floor under their feet began
to rise.
"Oh, mercy me!” squealed the little
girl, and she hopped off the trapdoor;
but. tho dog uttered a quick, threaten
ing growl and put hlw-muzzle to the
widening aperture.
“Hey! call off that dog!” begged a
muffled voice from under tho trapdoor.
"He’ll eat me up, Mr. Stagg.”
“I.ie down, Prince!" commanded
Carolyn Mqy hastily. “It’s only a boy.
You know you like boys, Prince,” she
urged.
"Come on up out o’ that cellar, Chet.
I’m going up to The Corners with my
little niece—Hannah’s Car’lyn. This
is Chetwood Oormley. If he ever stops
growln’ longitudinally mebbe he’ll he
a man some day and not u giant. You
stay right here and tend store while
I’m gone, Chet.”
Carolyn May could not help feeling
some surprise nt the finally revealed
proportions of Chetwood Gormley. He
was lathlike and gawky, with very
prominent upper front teeth, which
gave a sort of bow-window appearance
to his wide mouth. But there was a
good-humored twinkle in the over
grown boy’s shallow eyes; and, if un
couth, he was kind.
again.
Nothing so startling as this had en
tered Sunrise Cove's chief “hardware
emporium” for many and many a year,.
Hannah Stagg, the hardware mer
chant’s only sister, had gone nwa.v
from home quite fifteen years p.'i vi-
ously, Mr. Stagg had never seen Han
nah again; but this slight, blue-eyed,
sunny-haired girl was a replica of Ids
sister, and in some dusty corner "Of Mr.
Stagg's heart there dwelt a very faith
ful memory of Hannah.
Nothing had served to estrange the
brother savt time and distance.
"Hannah's Car’lyn,” muttered Mr.
“I’m proud to know ye, Car’lyn,” he
said. He stepped quickly out of the
way of Prince when the latter started
j tor the front of the store.
Once out of the shop In the sunlit
! street, tho little girl breathed a sigh
1 of relief. Mr. Stagg, peering down at
I her sharply, asked :
I ,“What’s tho matter?”
"I—I— Your shop is awful dark,
. Uncle Joe,” she confessed. “I can't
1 seem to look up in there."
| "‘Look up?’" repeated the hard-
[ ware dealer, puzzled.
I “Yes, sir. My papa says never to get
j in any place where you can't loo!: up
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ter ahead,” said Carolyn May softly.
"He says that’s what makes life worth
living.”
"Oh. he does, does he?” grunted Mr.
Stngg.
He noticed the heavy bag In her
hand and took tt from her. Instantly
her released fingers stole Into his free
hand. Mr. Stagg looked down at the
little hand in his palm, somewhat
startled nnd not a little dismayed.
The main street of SunrDe Cove on
this warm afternoon was nut thronged
with shoppers. Not many people no
ticed the tall, shnmbllng, round-shoul
dered man In rusty black, with the pe
tite figure of the child and the mon-
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ness was the keynote of all about tho
place.
“Is this where you live, Uncle Joe?”
asked Carolyn May breathlessly. “Oh,
what n beautiful big place! It seems
awful big for me to live In 1”
Mr. Stagg had halted at the gate
nnd now looked'down upon Carolyn
May with perplexed brow. "Well,
we’ve got to see about that first,” lie
muttered. “There’s Aunty Rose—”
A voice calling, “Chuck! Chuck!
Chuck-a-chuck 1” came from behind
the old house. A few white-feathered
fowls that had been In sight scurried
wildly away In answer to the sum
mons.
Mr. Stagg, still looking nt the little
girl, set down the bag and reached
for the dog’s leash. The loop of the
latter he passed around the gatepost.
“I tell you what it Is, Car’lynsMay.
You’d better meet, Aunty Rose first
alone. I’ve my fears about tills mon
grel.”
“Oh, Uncle Joe!” quivered his niece.
"Yon go ahead and get acquainted
with her,”, urged Mr. Stagg. “She
don’t like dogs. They chase her
chickens and run over her flower beds.
Aunty Rose Is peculiar, I might say.”
“Oh, Uncle Joe!” repeated the little
girl faintly.
“You’ve got to make her like you, if
you want to live here,” the hardwnre
dealer concluded firmly.
He gave Carolyn May a little shove
up the path and then stood back and
mopped bis brow with Ills handker
chief. Prince striiineil at the leash
and whined, wishing to follow his little
mistress.
Mr. Stagg suld: “You’d better keep
mighty quiet, dog. If you want your
home address to toe The Corners, sing
small 1”
Carolyn May^did not hear this, but
disappeared after the fowls around
the corner of the wide, -vine-draped
porch.x The pleasant back yard was
full of sunshine. On the gravel path
beyond the old well, with Its long
sweep and bucket, half a hundred
chickens, some guineas and a flock of
turkeys scuffled for grain which was
being thrown to them from an open
pan.
That pan was held trr the plump
hand of a very dignified-looking worn-
(Continued on r.ext page.)
“Oh! Who Is Tllfet Lady, Uncle Joe?
rol dog passing that way, though a
few Idle shopkeepers looked after the
trio In surprise. Bat when Mr. Stngg
and his companions turned into the
pleasantly shaded street that led out
of town towards The Corners—where
was th(> Stagg homestead—Carolyn
May noticed her uncle become sud-
lenly flustered. She saw the blood
flood Into Ills face und neck, uml sbe
felt bis band loosen ns though to re-
lease her own. The little girl looked
ahead curiously at the woman who was
approaching. \
She was not a young woman—that
is, not what the child would call young.
Carolyn May thought she was very
nice looking—lull and robust. Her
brown eyes flashed an Inquiring glance
upon Carolyn May, hut she did not
look at Mr. Stngg, nor did Mr. Stag?
look at her. ^
“Oh 1 who Is that lady. Uncle Joe?"
asked the little girl when they were
out of earshot.
“Hum!” Her uncle’s throat seemed
to need clearing. "That—that Is Man-
dy Parlow—Miss Amnnda l’arlow,” he
corrected himself with dignity.-
The flush did not soon fade out of
bis face as they went on In silence.
It> - as half 11 mile from Main street
to The Corners. There was tall tim
ber all about Sunrise Cove, which was
built nlong the shore of a deep inlet
cutting in from the great lake, whose
blue waters sparkled as fur as one
might see towards the south and west.
Uncle Joe assured Carolyn May when
she asked him, that from the highest
hill In sight one could see only the
lake and the forest—clothed hills and
valleys.
“There’s lumber camps all about.
Mebbe they’ll Interest you. - Lots of
building going on all the time, too.”
He told her, ns they went nlong, of
the long trains of cars and of the
strings of burges going out of the Cove,
all laden with timber and sawed
boards, mlllstuffs, ties and telegraph
poles.
They came to the last house In the
row of dwellings on this street, on the
very edge of the town. Carolyn May
saw that attached to the house was a
smaller building, facing the roadway,
with a wide-open door, through which
she.glimpsed benches nnd sawed lum
ber, while to her nostrils was wafted
a most delicious smell of shavings.
“Oh, there’s a carpenter shop!” ex
claimed Carolyn May. “And is that
the carpenter, Uncle Joe?”
A tall old man, lean-faced and close
ly shaven, with a hawk’s-bealt nose
straddled by a huge pair of silver-
bowed spectacles, came out of tiie
shop nt that moment, a jackknife in
his hand. He saw Air. Stagg and,
turning sharply on his heel, went in
doors again.
"Who is he, Uncle .Toe?" repented ! f/fio Says He Now Feels Fins, Since Taking
the little girl. “And, If I asked him,
do you s’pose he’d give me some of
those nice, long, curly shavings?”
“That’s Jed Parlow—and he wouldn’t
give you any shavings; especially
after having seen you with me,” said
the hardware merchant brusquely.
Tho pretty lady whose nnme was
I’arlow and the queer-looking old car
penter, whose nnme was likewise Par-
low, would neither look at Uncle Joe!
Even such a little girl ns Carolyn May
could see that her uncle and the Pur-
lows were not' friendly.
| By and by they came in sight of The
' Corners—a place where another road
j crossed this, one at right angles.
I In one corner was a white church
j with a square lower and green blinds.
In another of the four corners was set
’ a big store, with a covered porch all
across the front, on which were sliel-
j tered certain agricultural tools.
! There was no sound of life at Tho
Corners save a rhythmic “clank, clank,
clank" from the blacksmith shop on
{ the third corner.
{ On the fourth corner of the cross-
1 r, :ds Mood the Stagg homestead—a
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