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MILLEDOEVILLE. GEORGIA.
THE MILLEDOEVILLE. NEWS.
WEDNESDAY MORNING. AVGUST 7, 19lg .
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'UTH BELMOPE ENDICOTT
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DODD. MEAD and COMPANY
CHAPTER I—Her father find mother
reported lost when the Dunraven was
destroyed by a submarine, Carolyn May
goes to live with her bachelor uncle, Jo
seph Stags, at The Corners. The recep
tion of herself and her mongrel cur by
her uncle and his housekeeper. Aunty
Rose Kennedy. Is not very enthusiastic.
CHAPTER II—Aunty Rose rules the
home with an Iron hand, but Is not un
kind to the child.
CHAPTER III.
“Well—She’ll Be a Nuisance."
Mr. Joseph Stagg, going down to his
Store, past the home und carpenter
chop of Jedidiah I’arlow, at which he
did not even look, finally cume to his
destination in a very brown study. So
disturbed had he been by the arrival
«f his little niece thnt he forgot to
(question and cross-question young
(Ghetwood Gormley regarding the pos
sible customers thnt had been in the
store during his absence.
“And I tell you what I think, moth
er,” Chet said, with his mouth full, at
supper that evening. “I think her
<coming’s going to bring about changes,
les, ma’am 1”
Mrs. Gormley was a faded little
■woman—n widow—who went out sew
ing for better-to-do people in Sunrise
Cove. She naturally thought her boy
'Chetwood a great deal smarter than
■other people thought him.
“You know, mother," he said, on
■this evening of the arrival of Carolyn
(May, “I never have seen any great
ichance to rise, workin' for Mr. Joseph
i Stagg.”
“But he pays you, Chet," his mother
•aid anxiously.
“Yep. I know. Don't be afraid Til
Heave him till I see something better,”
|he reassured her. "But I might be
Iderkln' for him till the cows come
home and never see more'n six or
•sight dollars a week. Bnt now It’s
•pt to be different”
“How different Chet!" she asked,
frazzled.
“Yon know Mr. Stagg’s ns hard as
palls—as bard as the goods he sells,”
declared the gawky boy. "Mind you,
lie don’t do nothin' mean. That ain’t
lilt way. But he don’t team to have
a inffeTof Interest in uuytiuug but his
shop. Now, it seems to mo, this little
niece is bound to wake him up. He
culls her ‘Hannah’s Cnr’lyn.’ ’’
“Hannah Stngg wus his only sister,”
said Mrs. Gormley softly. “I remem
ber her.”
“And she’s just died, or something,
and left tills little girl,” Chet contin
ued. “Mr. Stagg’s hound to think of
something now besides business. And
rnebbe he’ll need me more. And I’ll
get a chance to show him I’m worth
something to him. So, by and by, he’ll
put me forward in the business,” said
the boy, his homely face glowing.
“Who knows? Mebbe it’ll be Stagg &
Gormley over the door one of these
dnys. Stranger things have hap
pened.”
l’erhnps even Chetwood’s assurance
would have been quenched had he Just
then known the thoughts in the hard
ware merchant’s mind. Mr. Stagg sat
in his buck office poring over the let
ter written by his brother-in-law’s law
yer friend, a part of which read:
From the above recital of facts you will
plainly see, being a man of business your
self, that Mr. Cameron’s financial affairs
were in a much worse condition when he
went away than he himself dreamed of.
I immediately looked up the Stone-
bridge Building and Loan association. It
Is even more moribund than the papers
state. The fifteen hundred dollars Mr.
Cameron put into It from time to time
might just as well have been dropped Into
the sea.
You know he had only his salary on
I only long familiarity with the walk
enabled him to reach the back porch
noiselessly. Then it was that some
thing scrambled up in the dark and
the roar of a dog’s barking made Jo
seph Stagg leap back in fright.
“Drat that mongrel 1” he ejaculated,
remembering Prince.
The kitchen door opened, revealing
Aunty Rose’s ample figure. Prince
whined sheepishly nnd dropped his ab
breviated tail, going to lie down again
at tlie extreme end of his leash and
blinking his eyes at Mr. Stagg.
“The critter’s ns savnge as a bear I”
1 grumbled the hardware merchant.
“He Is n good watchdog; you must
allow thnt. Joseph Stagg,” Aunty Rose
said calmly.
The hardware dealer gasped again.
It would lie hard to say which had
6tartled him the most—the dog or
Aunty Rose’s manner.
A
CHAPTER IV.
Aunty Rose Unbends.
There never was a lovelier place for
a little girl—to say nothing of a dog—
to play in than the yard about the
Stagg homestead; and this Carolyn
May confided to Aunty Rose one fore
noon after her arrival at The Cor
ners.
Behind the house the yard sloped
down to a broad, calmly flowing
brook. Here the goose und duck pens
were fenced off, for Aunty Rose would
not allow the web-footed fowl to wan
der at large, as did the other poultry.
It was difficult for Prince to leurn
that none of those feathered folk were
to be molested.
There was n wide-branching onk
tree on a knoll overlooking the brook.
Around Its trunk Uncle Joe had built
a seat. Carolyn May found this a
grand place to sit and dream, while
Prince lay at her feet.
When they saw Aunty Rose in her
sunbonnet going toward the fenced-in
garden they both jumped up and
bounded down the slope after her. It
was just here at the corner of the
gnrden fenee that Carolyn May had
her first adventure.
Prince, of course, disturbed the ee-
MOTHERS
TO BE
In
tried to hide his affliction by conversa
tion. So he talked steadily through
the meal.
But somewhere—about at the pie
course. It was—he stopped and looked
around curiously.
“Bless me 1” he exclaimed, "where’s
Hannah's Cnr’lyn?”
j “Taking n nap,” said Aunty Rose
; composedly.
i “Hum I can’t the child get up to her
Mitchell. Ind.—“ Lydia E. Pinkham’s victuals?” demanded Mr. Stngg. “You You should help them at their work
Vegetable Compound helped ine so much begiu serving that young one sepa- Lei one who knows tell vo i,
was looking forward ! rately a “ d , y ° u ’ U make yourself work - Mrs. |S. ,L. Ttrry,
tc the coming of my I
little one that I am I “Never trouble about that which
Should Read Mrs. Monyhan’s
Letter Published by i
Her Permission.
ALL TIRED OUT.
Hundreds More~7^~iviill e dgevill e
The Samt Plight.
Tired all the time;
Weary and worn out night and dav-
Hack aches j head aches,
Your kidneys are probably weaken-
(A
vPliSb
recommending it to [ doesn’t concern you, Joseph Stngg,”
other expectant i responded his housekeeper rather
mothers. Before turtly. “The Lord has placed the care
taking it, some days | 0 f Hannah’s Car’lyn on you and me
I suffered with neu- | an ,j j*jj ,i 0 m y s j laru nnd do it proper.”
ralma so badly that , . , , .
I thought I could Mr. Stagg shook his head and lost
■ interest in his wedge of berry pie.
the Morning Beacon. They were rather .
decent to him. when they saw his health j renlty of the poultry. The bens went
' shrieking one way, the guinea fowl
lifted up their voices in angry chat
ter, the turkey hens scurried to cover,
but the turkey cock, General Boli
var, a big, white Holland fowl, was
not to have his dignity disturbed and
his courage Impugned by any four-
footed creature with waggish ears and
the stump of a tall.
Therefore General Bolivar charged
with outspread wings and quivering
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breaking down, to offer him the chance of
going to the Mediterranean as correspond
ent. He was to furnish articles on "The
Debris of a World War”—stories of the
peaceful sections of Europe which have to
care for the human wrecks from the bat
tlefields.
It rather cramped Mr. Cameron's Im
mediate resources for your sister to go
with him, and he drew ahead on his ex
pense and salary account. I know that
Mrs. Cameron feared to allow him to go
alone across the ocean. He was really in
bad way; but she proposed to come
back Immediately on the Dunraven It he
improved on the voyage across.
Their means really did not allow of
their taking the child; the steamship com
pany would not hear of a halt-fare for
her. Bhe Is a nice little girl, and my wife
would have been clad to keep her longer,
hut in the end she would have to go to
you, as, I understand, there are no other
relatives.
Of course the flat Is here, and the fur
niture. If you do not care to come on to
attend to the matter yourself, I will do
the best I can to dispose of either or both.
Mr. Cameron had paid a year's rent In
advance—rather an unwise thing, I
thought—and the term has still ten
months to run. He did It so that his wife,
on her return from abroad, might have
no worry on her mind. Perhaps the flat
might be sublet, furnished, to advantage.
You might state your pleasure regarding
this.
You will see. by the copy of your broth
er-in-law's will that I enclose, that you
have been left in full and sole possession
and guardianship of his property and af
fairs, Including Carolyn May.
And If somebody bad shipped him
a crocodile from the Nile Joseph Stagg
would hove felt little more at a loss
ns to what disposal to make of the
creature than he felt now regarding
his little niece.
“Well—she’ll be a nuisance; an aw
ful nuisance,” was his final comment,
with a mountainous sigh.
Thus far. Aunty Rose Kennedy’s at
titude towards the little stranger had
been the single pleasant disappoint
ment Mr. Stagg had experienced.
Aunty Rose was an autocrat. Joseph
Stngg had never been so comfortable
in his life as since Mrs. Kennedy had
taken up the management of his home.
But he stood in great awe of her.
He put the lawyer's letter In the
safe. For once he was unable to re
spond to a written communication
promptly. Although he wore thnt
band of crepe on Ills arm he could not
actually realize the fact that his sister
Hannah was dead.
Any time these fifteen yenrs he
might have run down to New York to
see her. First she had worked in
the newspaper oflice as a stenogra
pher. Then she hnd married John
Lewis Cameron and they had gone im
mediately to housekeeping.
Cameron was a busy mun; he held
a “desk Job” on the paper. Vacations
had been hard to get. And before long
Hannah had written about her baby—
“Hannah’s Car'lyn."
After the little one's arrival there
seemed less chance thnn before for
the city family to get up to Sunrise
Cove. But at any time he might huve
gone to them. If Joseph Stagg had
shut up his store for a week’and gone
to New York, It would not havfl
brought the world to an end.
Nor was It because he was stingy I
that he had not done this. No, he was
no miser. But he was fairly burled ;
In his business. And there was no I
“look up” in that dim little office In
the back of the hardware store. ;
On this evening he closed the store I
later than usual and set out for The'
Corners slowly. To tell the truth, Mx.
StHgg rather shrank from arriving!
home. The strungeness of having a
child In the house disturbed his tran
quillity.
not live, but after
taking three bottles
of Lydia E. P i n Il
ham's V e ge table
Compound I was en
tirely relieved of
neuralgia, 1 had
gained in strength
and was able to go
around and do all
my housework. My baby when seven
months old weighed 19 pounds and I feel
better than I have for a long time. I
never had any medicine do me so
much good.”—Mrs. Pearl Monyham,
Mitchell, Ind.
Good health during maternity is a
most important factor to both mother
and child, and many letters have been
received by the Lydia E. Pinkham
Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass., telling of
health restoredduringthis trying period
by the use of Lydia E. Pinkham s Vege
table Compound.
“There are institutions—” he began
weakly; but Aunty Rose said quickly:
“Joseph Stngg! I know you for what
you are—other people don’t. If the
neighbors heard you say that they’d
think you were a heathen. Your own
sister’s child 1”
“Now, you send Tim, the hackman,
up after me this afternoon. I’ve got
to go shopping. The child hasn't a
thing to wear but that fancy little
hlack frock, and she’ll ruin that play
ing around. She’s got to have frocks
nnd shoes nnd another hnt—all sorts
of things. Seems a shame to dress a
child like her in black—It’s punish
ment. Makes her affliction double, I
do sny.”
“Well, I suppose we’ve got to flat
ter Custom or Custom will weep,”
growled Mr. Stagg. “But where the
money’s coming from—’’
“Didn’t Cur'lyn’s pa leave her none?"
asked Aunty Rose promptly.
"Well—not what you’d call a for
tune,” admitted Mr. Stagg slowly.
“Thanks be you’ve got plenty, then.
And if you haven't I have,” said the
| woman In a tone that quite closed the
ilkinson St
MUledgeville, says: “I suffered with
my back a lot and often it was it great
effort for me to get through with m\
housework. 1 felt tired and worm
out alter the least exertion. At fimt
l didn’t know what was the matter
with me until my kidneys showed
signs of weakness. I could see little,
hlack specks before my eyes and when
I got dizzy, everything would turn
black before me. One of my relatives
had used Doan's Kidney Pills with
benefit anl I was led to try them. They
relieved me at once and 1 have been
entirely free from kidney trouble for
quite some time.”
Price COc, at all dealers. Don't
simply ask for a kidney remedy-get
Doan’s Kidney Pills—the same that
Mrs. Terry had. Foster-Milburn Co..
Mfgrs., Buffalo, N. Y.—Adv. 41
Team ills lesson. - tie inust learn that
liberty is not license. Bring him here,
Car'lyn May.”
She led the way to an open coop of
laths In the middle of the back yard.
This was a hutch in which she put
broody hens when she wished to break
WP [ h t r „ de f, ln L„ S , h ® _° p „ en ! d ! question'd: finances!
“Which shows me just where I get
. ... , „ , . .. 1 off at," muttered Joseph Stagg as he
The dog looked pleadingly at his | started down the wa!k for the store.
rla mlctraao' fn/ia fhnn Infn *hn ntAin.
“I knew that young one would be a
little mistress’ face, then into the wem
an’s stern countenance. Seeing no
reprieve In either, with drooping tall
he ^lunk Into the cage.
With one hand clutching her frock
over her heurt, Carolyn May’s big blue
eyes overflowed.
“It’s Just as if he was arrested," she
said. “Poor Prince l Has he got to
stay there always, Aunty Rose?"
"He’ll stay till he learns his lesson,”
said Mrs. Kennedy grimly, and went
on Into the garden.
Carolyn May sat down close to the
side of the cage, thrust one hand be
tween the slats and held one of the
dog’s front paws. She had hoped to
go into the garden to help Aunty Rose
pick peas, but she could not bear to
leave Prince alone.
nuisance.”
Carolyn May, who was qnite used to
taking a nap on the days that she did
not go to school, woke up, as bright
as a newly minted dollar, very soon
after her Uncle Joe left for the store.
“I’m awfully sorry I missed him,”
she confided to Aunty Rose when she
danced into the kitchen. “You see,
I want to get acquainted with Uncle
Joe Just as fast as possible. And he’s
at home so little I guess that It's going
to be hard to do ft"
“Oh, is that so? And Is It going to
be hard to get acquainted with me?”
asked the housekeeper curiously.
"Oh, no!" cried Carolyn May, snug
gling up to the good woman and pat-
_ . ting her plump bare arm. “Why, I’m
By and by Mrs. Kennedy came up | getting 'qualnted with you fast. Aunty
from the garden, her pan heaped with ^ 1 You heard me sav my prayers
pods. She looked neither In the dl-,
rectlon of the prisoner nor at his little I
mistress. I
Prince whined and lay down. He |
bad begun to realize now that this was
no play at all, but punishment. Ho
blinked his eyes at Carolyn May and
looked as sorry as ever a dog with
cropped ears and an abbreviated tall
could look.
The peas and potatoes were cook
ing for dinner when Aunty Rose ap
peared again. There was the little
girl, all of a dewy sleep, lying on the
grass by the prison pen. Aunty Rose
would have released Prince, but,
though he wagged his stump of a tall
at her and yawned and blinked, she
had still her doubts regarding a mon
grel’s good nature.
She could not allow the child to
and when you laid me down on the
couch just now you kissed me.”
Aunty Rose actually blushed. "There,
there, child!” she exclaimed. “You’re
too noticing. Eat your dinner, that
I’ve saved warm for you.”
“Isn’t Prince to have any dinner,
Aunty Rose?" asked the little girl.
“You mny let him out, If you wish,
nfter you have had your dinner. You
can feed him under the tree.”
Carolyn Mny was very much excited
about an hour later when a rusty
closed hnck draw up to the front gate
of the Stngg place and stopped.
An old man with u square-cut chin
whisker and clothing and hat ns rusty
as the hnck Itself held the reins over
the bony back of the horse that drew
the ancient equipage.
"I say, young’un, ain’t you out o’ yer
bailiwick?” queried Tim, the hackman,
sleep there, however; so, stooping,
picked up Cnrolyn May nnd carried
He Charged the Little Girl Instead Of I her comfortably Into the house, lnylng I at the uttle « lrl ln th « Stagg
the Roistering Dog. I hei* down on the sitting-room couch to •' ard-
fan. His eyesight was not good, how-| have her nn P out — as she supposed, ‘ nrolyn Mny 8,00(1 “P Quickly and
ever. He charged the little girl in- 1 without awakening her.
stead of the roistering dog. , Au nty Rose came away softly and
Carolyn May frankly screamed. Had clos<>(1 door nnd while she finished
the angry turkey reached the little S e,tin S t,lnner she trled t0 nlnke n0
girl he would have beaten her down nolse which would awaken the child.
Mr. Stagg enme home at noon, quite
ns full of business as usual. To tell
tlie truth, Mr. Stagg always felt bash-!
ful In Aunty Rose’s presence; and he 1
and perhaps seriously Injured her.
He missed her the first time, but
turned to charge again. Prince barked
loudly, circling around the bristling
turkey cock, undecided Just how to get
Into tlie battle. But Aunty Rose knew
no fear of anything wearing feathers.
“Sent, you brute I" she cried, and
made a grab for the turkey, gripping
him with her left hand behind Ills
head, bearing his long neck downward.
In her other hand she seized a piece
of lath and with It chastised tlie big
turkey across tlie buunchcs with
vigor.
“Oh, don’t spank him any more,
Aunty Rose!” gasped Carolyn May ut
last. “He must be sorry.”
With a final stroke Aunty Rose al
lowed the big fowl to go—and he ran
away fust enough.
“Your dog, child, does not know
his manners. If he Is going to stay
here with you he must learn that fowl
ure not to be chased nor startled."
“Oh, Aunty Rose!" begged the little
girl, “don't punish Prince! Not—not
that way. Please don't I Why, he’s
never been spanked in his life! He
wouldn’t know what It meant. Dear
jtanry Rose—"
“I shall not beat him, Car’lyn May," 1
Interrupted Aunty Rose* “But he must 1
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tried to look over her shoulder and
down her back. It was hard to get
all those buttons buttoned straight.
“I don’t know,” she said, perturbed.
"Does it Show?”
“Huh?” grunted Tim. "Does what
show?"
“What you said," said Carolyn Mny
accusingly. “I don’t believe It does.”
"Hey!” chuckled the hack driver
suddenly. “I meant, do you 'low Mrs.
Kennedy knows you’re playing in her
front yard?"
"Aunty Rose? Why, of course 1”
Carolyn May declared. “Don't you
know I live here?”
“Live here? Get out!” exclaimed
the surprised hackman.
“Yes, sir. And l’rince too. With my
Uncle Joe nnd Aunty Rose.”
“Pitcher of George Washington!"
ejaculated Tim. “You don’t mean Joe
Stagg’s tnken a young-’un to board?”
“He’s my guardian,” said the little
girl primly.
Aunty Rose appeared. She wore a
close bonnet, trimmed very plainly,
and curried a parasol of drab silk.
Aunty Rose climbed Into the erenky
old vehicle.
"Are you going to he gone long?”
asked Cnrolyn May itolltely.
“Not more than two hours, child,"
said the housekeeper. "Nobody will
bother you here—”
"Not while that dog’s with her. I
reckon.” put In Tim, the hackman.
“May I come down the road to meet
you, Aunty Rose?” asked the little
girl. "I know the way to Uncle Joe's
store."
“I don’t know any reason why you
CMn t come to meet me,” replied Mrs.
Kennedy. “Anyway, you can come
“long the road as far as the first
house. You know that one?”
“Yes, ina'am. Mr. Parlow's,” said
Carolyn May.
Carolyn May went buck Into the
Vard and sat on the front-porch steps
^ nnd Prince, yawning unhupplly^curled
-O
(Town at her feet.' There did not
seein to be much to do at this place.
She hnd time now, hud Carolyn May,
to compare The Corners with (he busy
Harlem streets with which she bad
been familiar all her life.
"Goodness me!" thought Carolyn
May, startled Ur her own imagination,
“suppose ull the folks In all these
houses uround here were dead!"
They might have been for ull the
human noises she heard.
“Goodness me!” she said again, nnd
this time she jumped up, startling
Prince Iron; his nap. “Maybe there
Is a spell cast over ull this place,” slie
went on. “Let’s go nnd sets If we can
find somebody that’s alive."
They went out of the yard together
und took the dusty road toward tlie
town.
They soon enme in sight of the Par-
low house and enrpenter shop.
“We cun’t go beyond that,” said
Carolyn Mny. “Aunty Rose told us
not to. And Uncle Joe says the car
penter-man Isn’t a pleasant man.”
She looked wistfully at the prem
ises. The cottage seemed quite as
much under the "spell” as had been
those dwellings at The Corners. But
from the shop came the sound of a
plane shrieking over a long board.
"Oh, Prlncey I" gasped Carolyn May.
“I b’lieve he’s making long, curly
shavings I”
If there was one thing Carolyn May
adored It was curls.
Suddenly Mr. Jedidiah Pnrlow looked
up and saw the wistful, dust-streaked
face under tlie black hat brim and
above the black frock. He stared at
her for fully a minute, poising the
plane over his work. Then he put It
down and came to the door of the
shop.
"You’re Hannah Stngg’s Uttle girl,
nren’t you?” he usked.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and sighed.
Dear me, he knew who she was right
away! There would not be any chance
of her getting u suit of long curls.
“You’ve eoiue here to live, have
you?” suld Mr. Parlow slowly.
“Yes, sir. You see, my papa and
mnnima were lost ut sea—with the
Dunraven. It wus a mistake, I guess,”
sighed the little girl, “for they weren’t
fighting anybody. But the Dunraven
got In the way of some ships that were
fighting, in u place called the Medi
terranean ocean, nnd the Dunraven
was sunk, und only a few folks were
saved from it. My papa and mamma
weren’t saved.”
"Bo?” said the carpenter, pushing
his big spectacles up to his forehead.
“I read about it. Too hnd—too mighty
bud! I remember Hannah Slagg,” he
added, winking Ids eyes, Carolyn May
thought, a good deal as Prince did.
“You look like her.”
“Do I?” Cnrolyn Mny returned,
drawing nearer. “I’m glad I do. Ami
I’m glad I sleep in what used to be
her bed, too. It doesn't seem so lone
some.”
"So? I reckoned you'd be lonesome
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Ol’ Squlro ’Tatar ’low he s«in'
be mighty nigh king er de roos
’mong garden sass folks. Vie ulis
kin eat him us a ’tater boiled, bukeo.
fried, stewed, cooked wkl cheese eu
dey gettin’ so dey muko 1m Inter
flour; so's we kin "substl-tute’ b>">
fo’ wheut flour. He's de "suh-tltu-
tenest" of all de vittles, he sez.
De udder gurden suss folk9 laa
lnguns, tomatues, cabbage en turnips
en squash don't need to git Pe* v *r'
’cause dey’s goln’ to be room In 0"
pot fo’ de whole tribe. Ev y lu ’
one on 'em can lie'p save wheat <
meat fer de boys dat'a doin' do ngni-
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