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, esdaY MORNING, AUGUST 7, 1918.
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THE MILLEDGEVILLE NEWS.
M n.LEDGEVILLE, GEORGIA,
! Carolyn ;
j of the I
Corners
J
* 2Jy
• RUTH BELMORE
' ENDICOTT
This, of course, did not explain mat
ters to Carolyn May In the least. Nor
did "hot Aunty Rose said to her on
the way home In the hot, stuffy hack
holp the little girl to understand the
: trouble between her uncle and Mr
rurlow. '
| “Better not let Joseph Stagg see you
j 8 !> fr endly " lth Jedhllah Barlow. Let
I sleeping dogs lie,” m.. v _.
served.
INDIGESTION
LOSS OF APPETITE
(Copyright. 1918. by Dodd. Mud * Comp.ny, Inc.)
iCuniinued from foregoing page.)
ap there at The Corners," said the
carpenter.
jtr. Barlow stripped another shav-
| nS from the edge of the board he was
I Reckoned You’d Be Lonesome Up
There at the Corners,” said the Car
penter.
Mrs. Kennedy ob-
And Similar Troubles Helped by Zlron Iron
Tonic, Says Alabamian.
CHAPTER V.
A Tragic Situation.
Such was the introduction of Caro
lyn May to The Corners. It was not
a very exciting life she had entered
into, but the following two or three
weeks were very full.
Aunty Rose Insisted upon her being
properly fitted oit with clothing for
the summer and fall. Carolyn May
had to go to the dressmaker’s house
to be fitted and that Is how she be
came acquainted with Chet Gormley’s
mother.
“I got a bottle of Zlron”, writes
Marshall Rhordes, of Eufaula, Ala.,
“and took it for indigestion, nervous
ness, loss of appetite and similar trou
bles. It helped me very much. My
mother-in-law suffered with the same
troubles, so I gave her a dose or two
of Zlron, and she says It helped her . ., . .. , , , .
greatly. I will always keep a bottle i "" rk ^ d his wny undcr tho P lcket fence
of Zlron in the house and will speak nnd had torn U P two currant bushes
a good word for It whenever I have nnd done 8orue damage In the straw-
Prince hnrf learned not to chase any
thing that wore feathers; Aunty Rose
herself had to admit that he was a
very Intelligent dog and knew what
punishment was for. But how did lie
know that In trying to dig out a mole
he would be doing more harm thun
good?
The mole In question lived under a
piece of rock wall near the garden
fence.
When Uncle Joe came home to din
ner on one particular Saturday he
walked down to the corner of the gar
den fence, nnd there saw the havoc
Brlnce hud wrought. In following the
line of the mole’s last tunnel he had
plumbing. Carolyn May’s eager eyes
followed that curling ribbon and her
lips parted.
Ihe carpenter paused before push-
Inc the plane a second time the length
of the hoard. “Don’t you want a drink
of water, little girl?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, sir—I would. And I know
Prince would like a drink,” she told
him quickly.
“Go right around to the well In the
hack yard," said Mr. Barlow. “Ubu’ll
find a glass there—anil Mandy keeps a
pan on the well curb for the dogs and
eats."
“Thank you, I'll go,” the little girl
said.
She hoped she would see Miss
Amanda Barlow, hut she saw nobody.
She went back to the door of the
carpenter shop nnd found Mr. Barlow
Mill busily at work,
“Seems to me," be said, In his dry
voice, after a little while, "you uren't
much like other little girls."
“Aren't I?” responded Carolyn May
wouderingly,
“No. Most little girls that come
here want shavings to play with,” said
the carpenter, quizzically eying her
over his work.
“oh!" cried Carolyn May, almost
Jumping. "And do you give ’em to
’em?”
" 'Most ulwuys,” admitted Mr. Par-
low.
”<>h! Cun I have some?" she
gasped.
‘ All you want,” said Mr. Parlow.
W hen Tim’s old hack cruwled along
tin 1 road from town with Aunty Bose
sitting inside, enthroned umldst n mul
titude of bundles, Carolyn May was
bedecked with a veritable wig of long,
crisp curls.
‘‘"'ell, child, you certaInly have mnde
a mess of yourself," said the house-
keeper, "Has she been annoying you,
Jedidluh Barlow?”
“Nhe's the only Stngg that ain’t an-
neyed me since ’Iter mother went
away," suld the carpenter gruffly.
Amity Rose looked at him levclly.
*1 wonder," she said. "But, you see,
.'lie isn't wholly a Stagg.”
5
Too Many Flies May
Spoil The Broth
'pP° n 't tolerate flies in your kitchen.
They carry dangerous germs, and
nothing is more embarrassing and
disgusting than to find a fly in the
rood you serve.
Keep your house free from these
Mrs. Cormley was helping the dress
maker and they both made much of
Carolyn May. Aunty Rose allowed her
to go for her fitting alone—of course
with Prince ns a companion—so, with
out doubt, Mrs. Gormley, who loved
a "dish of gossip,” talked more freely
with the little girl than she would have
done In Mrs. Kennedy’s presence.
One afternoon the little girl ap
peared at the .dressmaker’s with
Prince’s collar decorated with short,
curly shavings.
“I take It you’ve stopped at Jed Par-
low’s shop, child," said Mrs. Gormley
with a sigh.
"Yes, ma’am,” returned Carolyn
May. “Do you know, he’s very llb’rnl.”
“ ‘Lib’rnl ?’ repeated Mrs. Gormley.
“I never heard of old Jed Parlow bein’
accused of that before. Did you, Mrs.
Maine?"
Mrs. Mnine was the dressmaker;
and she bit off her words when she
spoke, much ns she bit off her threads.
"No. I never—heard Jed Parlow—
cnlled that—no!" declared Mrs. Maine
emphatically.
"Why, yes,” little Carolyn May said
quite eagerly, “he gives me all the
shavings I want. I—I guess folks
don’t Just understand about Mr. Par-
low,” she added, remembering what
her uncle had first said about the car
penter. "He Is renl llb’rnl.”
“It’s a wonder to me," drawled Mrs.
Gormley, “thnt he has a thing to do
with a certain party, Mrs. Maine, con
siderin’ how his daughter feels toward
that certain party’s relation. What
d’you think?”
“I guess—there's sumpln—to be
said—on both sides o’ that contro
versy,” responded the dressmaker.
"Meanln' that mebbe a certain par
ty’s relative feels Just as cross as
Mandy Parlow?” suggested Mrs. Gorm
ley.
“Yep,” agreed the other woman.
Carolyn May listened, much puzzled.
She wondered Just who "a certain
party” could be.
Mrs. Maine was called away upon
some household task nnd Mrs. Gorm
ley seemed to change the subject of
conversation.
"Don’t your uncle, Mr. Stngg, ever
speak to you about Mandy Parlow?”
she asked the little girl.
Carolyn May had to think about this
before answering. Then she remem
bered.
"Oil, yea,” she said brightly.
“He does? Do tell 1" exclaimed Mrs.
Gormley eagerly. "What does he
say?"
"Why, he snys her name Is Miss
Amanda Parlow."
Mrs. Gormley flushed rather oddly
and glanced at the child with suspi
cion. But little Carolyn May was per
fectly frank hnd Ingenuous.
"Humph 1” ejnculnted Chet’s mother,
"He never snys nothing about bein’ In
love with Mandy, does he? They was
goln’ with each other steady once.”
The little girl looked puzzled.
“'When folks love eneh other they
look* at each other nnd talk to each
other, don't they?” she asked.
••Well—yes—generally,” admitted
Mrs. Gormley.
"Then my Uncle Joe and Miss Aman
da Parlow aren't In love,” announced
Carolyn May with confidence, “for they
don’t even look at each other.”
"They used to. Why, Joseph Stagg
nnd Mandy I'nrlow was sweethearts
years nnd years ago! Long before
your mother left these parts, child.’’
"That was a long time 'fore I was
horned," said the little girl wondoc-
Ingly.
“Oh, yes. Everybody thnt went to
The Corners’ church thought they'd
be married."
"My Uncle Joe and Miss Mandy?"
"Yes,”
"Then, what would hnve become of
Aunty Rose?” queried Carolyn May.
“Oh, Mrs. Kennedy hadn’t gone to
keep house for Mr. Stagg then," re
plied Mrs. Gormley. “He tried sev’ral
the opportunity.”
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went with Evan Peckhnm to a barn
dance at Crockett's, nnd nobody ain’t
ever seen your uncle and Mandy Par-
low speak since, much less ever walk
together.”
One particularly muddy dny Prince
met the returning hardware merchant
at the gnte with vociferous barkings
and a plnln desire to Implant a wel
coming tongue on the man's cheek.
He succeeded in muddying Mr. Stagg’s
suit with his front paws, and almost
cast the angry man full length Into a
mud puddle.
“Drat the beast!" ejaculated Mr.
Stagg. “I’d rather have nn epileptic
fit loose around here thnn him. Now,
look at these clo’es 1 I declare, Car’-
lyn, you've Jest got to tie that mongrel
up—and keep him tied!"
“All the time, Uncle Joe?" whis
pered the little girl.
“Yes, mn'nm, all the time! If T find
him loose again, I'll tie a bag of rocks
to his neck nnd drop him In the deep
est hole In the brook.”
After this awful threat Prince lived
a precarious existence, and his mis
tress wns much worried for him.
Aunty Rose said nothing, but she
saw that both the little girl nnd her
canine friend were very unhappy.
Mrs. Kennedy, however, had watch
ed Mr. Joseph Stngg for years. In
deed, she hnd known him as a boy,
long before she had closed up her own
little cottage around on the other road
nnd come to the Stngg place to save
the hardware merchant from the con
tinued reign of those “trifling crea
tures'* of whom Mrs. Gormley had
spoken.
As a bachelor Joseph Stngg had
been preyed upon by certain female
harpies so prevalent In a country com
munity. Some htul families whom they
partly supported out of Mr. Stngg’s
larder; some were widows who looked
upon the well-to-do merchant us a
marrying proposition.
Aunty Rose Kennedy did not need
the position of Mr. Stagg’s housekeep
er nnd could not he accused of assum
ing It from mercenary motives. Over
her back fence she had seen the havoc
going on In the Stngg homestead after
Hannah Stagg went to the city and
Joseph Stagg’s final female relative
hnd died and left him alone In the big
house.
One day the old Quaker-llke woman
could stand no more. She put on her
sunbonnet, came around by the road
to the front door of the Stngg Ijouse,
which she found open, and walked
through to the rear porch on which the
woman who then held the situation of
housekeeper was wrapping up the best
feather bed nnd pillows In n pair of
the best homespun sheets, preparatory
to their removal.
The neighbors enjoyed what followed.
Aunty Rose came through the ordeal
ns dignified and unruffled us ever; the
retiring Incumbent went away wrnth-
fully, shaking the dust of the premises
from her garments ns a testimony
against “any slch actions.”
When Mr. Stagg came home nt sup
per time he found Aunty Rose at the
helm and already a different air about
the place.
“Goodness me, Aunty Rose," he
said, biting Into her biscuit ravenous
ly, “I was a-golng down to the inlll-
hands’ hotel to board. I couldn’t stand
It no longer. If you’d stay here and
berry patch.
“And the worst of It Is,” grumbled
the hardware dealer, “he never enught
the mole. That mongrel renlly Isn’t
worth a hag of dornlcks to sink him In
the brook. But that's what he’s going
to get this very evening when I come
home. I won’t stand for him a day
longer.”
Carolyn May positively turned pale
as she crouched heslde the now
chalned-up Prince, both arms about
his rough neck. He licked her cheek.
Fortunately, he could not understand
everything that was said to him, there
fore the pronouncement of this terri
ble sentence did not agitate him an
atom.
Carolyn May sat for a long time un
der the tree beside the sleeping dog
and thought how different this life at
The Corners was from that she had
lived with her father and mother In
the city home.
If only thnt big ship, the Dunraven,
had not sailed away with her papa
and her mnmma I
Carolyn May had been very brave on
that occasion. She had gone ashore
with Mrs. Brice and Edna after her
mother’s last clinging embrace and her
father’s husky "Good-by, daughter,"
with scarcely a tear.
Of course she had been brave 1 Mam
ma would return In a few weeks, and
then, after a time, papa would like
wise come back—and oh I so rosy and
stout 1
And. then, In two weeks, came the
fatal news of the sinking of the Dun-
raven and the loss of all but a small
part of her crew and passengers.
Vaguely these facts had become
known to Carolyn May. She never
spoke of them. They did not seem real
to the little girl.
But now, sitting beside the con
demned Prince—her companion and
The Little Girl Felt Bitterly Her Lone*
liness and Grief.
only real comforter during these
weeks of her orphanhood—the little
do for roe, I’d feel like a new man.
"You ought to be made over Into a
*™^.» | a -
before she took hold."
Carolyn May looked at Mrs. Gorm
ley encouragingly. She was very much
Interested In Uncle Joe and Miss
Amnndn Pnrlow's love affair.
"Why didn’t they get married—like
my papa nnd mamma?" she asked.
"Oh, goodness knows!" exrlalmed
Mrs. Gormley. "Some snys ’twas his
fault and some snys ’twus hertv And
mebbee 'twas n third purty’s that I
might mention at that." added Mrs.
niirsituz un her Ups In a very
Gormley. pursing up her Ups
knowing way.
"One dnv," she snld, growing confi
dential, "It was In camp-meeting time
—one dny somebody seen Joe Stugg
drlvln’ out with another girl—Char
lotte Lenny, that wus. She was mar
ried to a man over In Sprlngdule long
ago. Mr. Stagg took Charlotte to
Faith camp meeting. .
“Then. the. very next week, Mandy
girl felt bitterly her loneliness and
grief.
If Uncle Joe did ns he hud threat
ened, what should she do? There
seemed to he no place for her and
Prince to run away to.
"I’m quite sure I don’t want to
live,” thought Carolyn May dismally.
“If pnpn uml mamma nnd Prince nre
all (lend—why! there aren't enough
other folks left In the world to make
It worth while living In, I don't be
lieve. If Prince Isn't going to he alive,
then I don’t want to be alive, either."
By nnd by Prince begun to get very
uneasy. It was long past his dinner
hour, and every time he heard the
screen door shun he jumped up nnd
gnzed eagerly nnd with cocked ears
and wagging tall in that direction.
“You poor thing, you," snBl Cnrolyn
May at lust. “I s’pose you nre hungry.
It Isn’t going to do you a bit of good
to eat; hut you don’t know It. I’ll usk
Aunty Bose If she hus something for
you.”
She got up wearily and went across
the yard. Aunty Rose stood Just In
in it surprised! Nor did sTie think of
pleading with him for the dog’s life.
The lltle girl watched him askance.
Mr. Stagg came directly through the
'•nrd, stopping only at the shed for a
moment. There he secured n strong
potato sack, nnd with It trailing from
his hand went half-way up the knoll
to where there was a heap of stones.
He stooped down nnd began to select
some of these, putting them In the
bag.
This wns too much for Cnrolyn May.
AVIth a fearful look at Uncle Joe’s un
compromising shoulders, she went to
the tree where Prince was chained.
Exchanging the chain for the lenther
leash with which she always led him
about, the little girl guided the mon
grel across the yard and around the
corner of the house.
Her Inst backward glance assured
her that the hurdware dealer had not
observed her. Quickly nnd silently she
led Prince to the front gnte, and they
went out together Into the dusty road.
“I—I know we oughtn't to,” whis
pered Cnrolyn May to her canine
friend, "but I feel I’ve Just got to save
you. Prince. I—I can’t see you
drownd-ed dead like that 1"
She turned the nearest corner nnd
went up the rond towards the little
closed, gable-roofed cottage where
Aunty Rose had lived before she hud
come to be Uncle Joe’s housekeeper.
Carolyn May had already peered
over Into the small yard of the cot
tage and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy
still kept the flower-beds weeded and
the walks neat and the grass plot
trimmed. But the window shutters
were barred and the front door built
up with boards.
Carolyn May went In through the
front gute and sat down on the door
step, while Prince dropped to a com
fortable attitude beside her. The dog
slept. The little girl ruminated.
She would not go back to Uncle
Joe’s—no. indeed! She did not know
Just what she would do when dark
should come, but Prince should not be
sacrificed to her uncle's wrath.
A voice, low, sweet, yet startling,
aroused her.
“What are you doing there, Uttle
girl?"
Both runaways started, but neither
of them .was disturbed by the appear-
ansce of her who had accosted Caro
lyn May.
"Oh, Miss Mandy 1" breathed tho lit
tle girl, and thought that the carpen
ter's daughter had never looked so
pretty.
"Whnt are you doing there?" repeat
ed Miss Parlow.
"Wer—we’ve run away," said Caro
lyn May at last. She could be nothing
but frank; It was her nature.
"Run nway 1" repeated the pretty
woman. "You don’t meun that?”
«Yes. ma’am, I have. And Prince.
From Uncle Joe and Aunty Bose,"
Curolyn May assured her, nodding her
hend with each declaration.
“Oh, my dear, what for?” asked
Miss Amanda.
So Curolyn May told her—and with
tenrs.
Meanwhile the woman came Into the
yard and sat beside the child on the
step. With her arm about the Uttle
girl, Miss Amanda snuggled her up
close, wiping the tears away with her
own hundkerchlef.
“I Just can’t have poor Prince
drownd-ed.” Cnrolyn May sobbed. "I’d
want to be drownd-cd myself, too."
“I Know, deur. But do you renlly
believe your Uncle Joseph would do
such a thing? Would he drowu your
dog?” - — —■—-
“I—I saw him putting the stones la
the bag," sobbed Carolyn May. "And
he snld he would.”
“But he said It when he was angry,
dear. We often say things when we
ure nngry—more’s the pity!—which
we do not mean, and for which we ure
bitterly sorry afterwards. I am sure,
Carolyn May, that your Uncle Joe hus
no Intention of drowning your dog."
"Oh, Miss Amanda 1 Are you pos’-
tlve?”
"Positive! I know Joseph Stngg.
ne was never yet cruel to any dumb
creature. Go ask him yourself, Caro-
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dog won’t dig this hole any bigger, I
reckon. What’s the matter with you,
Car’lyn?”
"Are—are you going to drown’d
Prlncey, Uncle Joe? If—if you do, it
just seems to me, I—I shall die 1”
He looked up at her searchlngly.
"Humph! is that mongrel so all-im
portant to your happiness that you
want to die If he does?” demanded the
man.
"Yes, Uncle Joe."
"Humph!” ejaculated the hardware
dealer again. “I believe you think
more of that dog than you do of me.”
“Yes, Uncle Joe.”
The frank answer hit Mr, Stagg
harder thnn he would have cared to
acknowledge.
"Why?” he queried.
“Because Prince never said a word
to hurt me in his life!" said Carolyn
May, sobbing.
The man wns silenced. He felt In
his Inmost heart that he had been
judged. ,
(To be continued next w^ek.)
"No, no! Never thutl" gasped the gid e the screen door.
hardware dealer.
“If I came here, Joseph Stagg, It
would cost you more money thnn
you’ve been paying these no-account
women.” ,
“I don’t care,” said Mr. Stnpfj reck-
lessly. “Go ahead. Do what you
please. Say what you wunt.
I’m
game. ,
Thereby he hnd put himself Into
She hud reno-
Aunty Rose’s power,
vated the old kitchen nnd some or the
other rooms. If Mr. Stngg at first
trembled for his hank balance, he was
made so comfortable that be had not
the heurt to murmur.
Of course, Cnrolyn Mny let Prince
run at lurge when she was sure L ncle
Joe wns well out of sight of the house,
but she wns very enreful to chain him
up again long before her uucle wus ex
pected to return.
“Don’t you want uny dinner, Car’lyn
Mny?” she asked.
"No, ma’am. I guess Td better not
eat," snld the child.
“Why not?"
" 'Cause my stomach's so trembly.
I Just know I couldn't keep anything
down, even If I could swallow It. But
Prince’ll eat his, please. He—he don’t
know any better."
“Tut, tut!" murmured the woman.
"He’s the most sensible of the two of
you, I declare."
The minutes of thnt afternoon drag
ged by In most doleful procession.
There wus no Idea In the little girl s
mind that Uncle Joe might change his
Intention nnd Prince be saved from the
watery grave promised him. !! lieu
she saw the hardware dealer come In
to tho yard almost an hour earlier
thnn their usuul_supper time she was
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"Miss Amanda,” cried Carolyn Mny,
with clasped hands, "you—you nre Just
lifting uu uwful big lump off my heart I
I’ll run and usk blip right away.”
She raced with the barking Prince
buck to the Stugg premises. Mr. Stagg
had Just finished filling In with the
stones the trench Prince had dug un
der the garden fence.
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