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WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 14, 1918.
THE MILLEDGEVILLE NEWS.'
MILLEDGEVILLE,
WjfnoTAe @ners
HfflE ENDIOOTT
SYNOPSI8.
CHAPTER 1—Her father and 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
Bose Kennedy, Is not very enthuslastlo.
CHAPTER II—Aunty Rose rules the
homo with an Iron hand, but Is not un
kind to the child. >
CHAPTER III—Stngg learns from a
letter from a New York lawyer that the
child has been left practically penniless.
Carolyn’s sunny disposition begins to
make an Impression on the stern house
keeper.
CHAPTER IV—Carolyn makes the ac
quaintance of Jedidiah I'arlow, with
whom her uncle has not been on speak
ing terms for years.
CHAPTER V-Sho learns of the es
trangement between her uncle and his
one-time sweetheart, Amanda Parlow,
and the cause of t)ie bitterness between
the two funillles.
CHAPTER VI.
Prince Awakens The Corners.
Cauip-meeting time was over, nnd
the church at The Corners was to open
for Its regular Sunday services,
“Both Satan and the parson have
had a vacation,” said Mr, Sta^g, "and
now they can tackle eacli oilier again
and see whleh’ll get the strangle hold
'fwixt now and revival time,”
“You should not say such things, es
pecially before ' the child, Joseph
Stagg," admonished Aunty Bose.
Carolyn May, however, seemed not
to have heard Uncle Joe's pessimistic
remark; she was too greatly excited
by the prospect of Sunday school. And
the very next week-day school would
begin 1
By this first week In September the
little girl was quite settled In her new
home ut The Corners. I’rince wns*still
a doubtful addition to the family, both
Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose plainly hav
ing misgivings about him. But in re
gard to the littlo girl herself, the
hardware merchant nnd the house
keeper were of one opinion, even
though they did not udmit It to each
pther.
Aunty Rose remained, apparently,
ns austere as ever, while Joseph
Stagg was quite as much Immersed in
business ns formerly. Yet there were
times, when she and the child were
alone, that Mrs. Kennedy unbeut, in a
greater or less degree. And on the
part of Joseph Stagg, he found himself
thinking of sunny-haired, blue-eyed
“Hannah’s Car’lyn” with increasing
frequency.
"Didn't you ever have *nn,v little
girls, Aunty Rose?” Carolyn May ask
ed the housekeeper on one of these In
timate occasions. "Or little boys? 1
mean of your very own.”
"Yes,” said Aunty Rose in n matter-
of-fact tone. "Three. But only t
have them iu my arms for a very littl
while. Hath died soon after coming
to me. There was something quit
wrong with them nil, to the doctors
sail!.”
“Oh, my dear! All three of them?'
sighed Carolyn May.
“Two g!rls nnd a boy. Only one
lived to he three months old. They
ore all burled behind the church yon
der." •
The next morning early Carolyn
May, with Prince, Went over Into tin-
churchyard and found the three little
stones in u row. She know they must
be the right ones, for there was a big
ger stone, with the Inscription, "Frank
Kennedy, beloved spouse of Rose Ken
nedy,” upon it.
The names on the three little stones
were Emeline, Frank, Jr., and Clarissa.
Weeds and .tntl grass had begun to
sprout about the little, lozenge-shaped
stones nnd about the taller one.
While she was thus engaged, a tnll
man In black—looking rather “weedy”
himself, if the truth were told—came
across the graveyard anl stood beside
her. He wore a broad baud of crepe
around Ids bat nnd on Ills arm, and
was very grave and serious-looking.
“Who are you, little girl?” he asked,
his voice beiug quite ngreeuble and
his tone kindly.
"I’m Car’lyn May, If >*6u please,”
she replied, looking up at him frankly.
“Car’lyn Mny Stagg?” he asked.
"You’re Mr. Stagg’s little girl? I’ve
heard of you."
"Cnr’lyn May Cameron,” she correct
ed seriously. "I’m only staying with
Uncle Joe. tie is my guardian, and he
had to take me, Of course, when my
papa and mamma were lost at sea.”
"Indeed?” returned the gentleman.
"Do you know who I am?”
“I—I think,” said Carolyn May,
doubtfully, "that you must be the un
dertaker." —
For a moment the gentleman looked
startled. Then he flushed a little, but
his eyes twinkled.
“The undertaker?” he murmured.
"Do I look like that?”
“Excuse me, sir," said Carolyn Mny.
“I don’t really know you, you know.
Maybe you’re not the undertaker.”
“No, I am not. Though our under
taker, Mr. Suivvlns, Is a very good
man."
"Yes, sir," said the little girl, po
litely.
“I am the pastor here—your pastor,
hope," he suld, putting u kind huud
uuou Jtqr head.
"Oh, I know you now!" said Cnro-
lyn May brightly. “You’re the man
Uncle Joe says Is going to get n stran
gle hold on Satan now that vacation
Is over.”
Rev. Afton Driggs looked rather odd
ngnln. The shocking frankness of the
child came pretty near to flooring
him.
“I—ahem! Your uncle compliments
me," he said drily. “You don’t know
that he Is ready to do his share, do
you?”
“His share?” repeated the puzzled
little girl.
"Toward strangling the Evil One,”
pursued the minister, a wry smile curl
ing the corners of his lips.
"Has he got a share in ^t, too?”
asked Carolyn Mny.
"I think we all should have," snid
the minister, looking down nt her with
returning kindliness in his gluncS*
"Even little girls i'ke you.”
Carolyn May looked at him quite se
riously.
lit el
I U
uuo
“Do you s’pose,” she asked him con
fidentially, "that Satnn Is really
wicked enough to trouble little girls?”
It was a startling bit of new philoso
phy thus suggested, and Mr. Driggs
shook Ills hend in grave doubt. But It
gave him something to think of all that
day; nnd the first sermon preached In
The Corners church that autumn
seemed rather different from most of
those solid, Indigestible discourses that
the -good man wns wont to drone out
to his parishioners.
“Dunno but it Is worth while to give
the pnrson n vacation,” pronounced
Uncle Joe at the dinner table. “Seems
to me his sermon this morning seemed
to hnve a new snap to it. Mebbe he’ll
give old Satan a hard rub this winter,
after all.”
“Joseph Stngg!” snid Aunty Rose
ndmonlshlngly.
“I think he’s a very nice man,” said
Carolyn May suddenly. “And I kep’
awake most of the time—you see, 1
heard poor Prineey howling for me
here, where he wns tied up.”
“Hum 1” ejaculated Mr. Stngg.
“Which kept you awake—the dog or
the minister?”
"Oh, I like Mr. Driggs very much,”
the little girl assured him, “And he’s
In great ’fllctlon, too, I am sure. He—
he wears crepe on his hat nnd sleeve.”
“Hull, so he does,” grunted Mr.
Stagg. “He’s ’most always In mourn
ing for somebody or something.”
"Do you s’pose, Uncle Joe, that he
looks up enough? It does just seem
to me ns though poor Mr. Driggs must
always be looking down Instead of
looking up to see the sunshine and the
blue sky and—and the mountains, like
my pnpn snlil you should.”
Uncle Joe was silent. Aunty Rose
said, very briskly for her:
"And your pnpn was right, Car’lyn
May. lie wns a very sensible man, I
hnve no doubt.”
“Oh, he was quite a wonderful mnn,”
snid the little girl with full assurance.
It was on the following morning that
school opened. The Corners district
school wns n red building, with a
squatty bell tower und two front
doors, standing not fur up the road be
yond the church.
Miss Minnie Lester taught the
school, und nlthough Miss Minnie
looked very sharply through her
glasses at one, Carolyn Mny thought
cihe was going to love the teacher very
much.
Indeed, that wns Curolyn May’s at
titude toward almost everybody whom
she met. She expected to love and* to
be loved. Was it any wonder she made
so many friends? \
There proved, however, at the start,
to be a little difficulty with Miss Min
nie. I’rlncc would not remain at home.
He howled and whined for the first half
of Monday morning's session — ns
Aunty Rose confessed, almost driving
her mad. Then he slipped his collar
and tore away on Carolyn May’s cold
trail.
Into the school marched the dog,
having drawn the staple with which
Ids chain hud been fastened to the
hole of the tree in Mr. Stugg’s buck
yard.
Miss Minnie was both alarmed and
nngry. Some of the little girls shrieked
nnd wept when Prince pranced over
to Carolyn May’s seat.
"If you- do not shut that awful dog
up so tnnt he cannot follow you here,
Carolyn Mny, I shall speak to your un
cle, Mr. Stngg, about It. Ugh, the ugly
beast! Take him away at once!"
So Carolyn May’s schooldays at The
Corners did not begin very happily,
after all. She hail always loved nnd
been loved by every teacher she had
had before. But Miss Minnie
seemed prejudiced against her became
of Prince.
Tin 1 little girl felt badly about this,
but she was of too cheerful a tempera
ment to droop for long under the pres
sure of any trouble. The other chil
dren liked her, and Curolyu May found
plenty of playmates.
\^t was on the last Friday In the
month that something happened which
quite changed Miss Minnie’s attitude
towards “that mongrel." Incidentally,
The Corners, as a coinmuuitv whs ful
ly awakened from Its lethargy, and, us I
It chnnced, like the Sleeping Beauty I
and nlh her retinue, by a Prince.
The school session on Friday after
noons was always shortened.«» This [
day Mr. Brady, one of the school trus-1
tees, came to review the school and, I
before he left, to pay Miss Minnie her
salary for the month.
Carolyn Mny hJld permission from
Aunty Itose- to go calling that after- |
noon. Freda Payne, whom she liked
very much, lived up The road beyond
the schoolhouse, nnd she had invited j
the little city girl to come to see her. |
Of course, Prince hnd to be Included |
in the invitation. Freda fully under
stood that, and Carolyn May Jpok him
on his leash.
They saw Miss Minnie at her desk
when they went past the schoolhouse.
She was correcting written exercises.
Carolyn Mny secretly hoped that her
own wns much better than she feared
It wns.
Not far beyond the schoolhouse
Prince began to growl, and the hairs
stiffened on his neck.
"Whatever Is the mntter with you.
Prince?” demanded Carolyn Mny.
In a moment she saw the cause of
the dog’s continued agitation. A
roughly dressed, bewhlskered man sat
beside the rond eating a lunch out of a
newspaper. He leered at Carolyn May
and said:
“I guess you got a bad dog there,
nin’t ye, little girl?"
"Oh, no! He’s us’nlly very polite,”
answered Carolyn Mny. “You must be
still, Prince! You see,” she explained,
“he doesn’t like folks to wear old
Clothes. If—If you had on your Sun
day suit, I’m quite sure he would not
growl at you.”
"He wouldn’t, hey?” snid the mnn
hoarsely, licking his fingers of the last
crumbs of Ills lunch. "An’ suppose a
feller ain’t got no Sunday suit?”
“Why then, I s’pose Prince wouldn’t
ever let you come Into our yard—if
he wns loose.”
“Don’t lot him loope now, little girl,"
snid the follow, getting up hurriedly
and eyeing the angry dog askance.
"Oh, no, sir. We’re going visiting
up the road. Come away, Prince. I
won’t let him touch you," she assured
the man.
The latter seemed rather doubtful
of her ability to hold the dog long, and
he hobbled away towards the school-
house.
Carolyn -May hnd a very pleasant
call—Freda’s mother even approved of
Prince—and it was nn hour before the
two started for home. In sight of the
school house Prince gave evidence
ngain of excitement.
“I wonder what Is the matter with
you now,” Carolyn May began, when
suddenly she sighted what had evi
dently so disturbed the dog.
A mnn wns crouching under one of
the schoolhouse windows, bobbing up
now nnd then to peer In. It. was the
mnn whom they had previously seen
beside the road.
"Hush, Prince I” whispered little
Carolyn May, holding the dog by the
collnr. » ,
She, too, could see through the open
window. Miss Minnie was still at her
desk. She had finished correcting the
pupils' papers. Now she had her bag
open nnd was counting the money Mr.
Brady, hud given her.
"O-o-oh!" breathed Carolyn May,
(Waging to the eager dog’s collnr.
The man nt the window suddenly
left his position und slipped around to
the door. In a moment he nppenred In
the schoolroom before the startled
teacher.
Miss Minnie screamed. The mnn,
with a rough threat, dnrted forward
to seize her purse.
Just then Curolyn May unsnapped
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after a single attempt to nose one of
the prickly burrs, left them strictly
alone.
“You might just as well try to eat
Aunty Rose’s strawberry needle cush
ion, Prineey," the little girl said
- . wisely. “You’ll have a sorer nose than
This Woman Recommend! Amos Bartlett had when he tried to
file It down with a wood rasp."
j "Hum!” ejaculated Mr. Stagg,
, “whntever possessed that Bartlett
j child to do such a fool trick?"
I "Why, you know his nose Is awfully
big,” snid Carolyn Mny. “And his
mother Is always worried about It. She
must have worried Amos, too, fob one
day last week he went over to Mr.
from any functional pu plow's shop, borrowed a wood rasp
disturbance, as il und trle( j t0 fli e his nose down to a
proper size. And now he has to go
with his nose all greased and shiny
till the new skin grows bnck on It”
“Bless me, what these kids will do 1”
muttered Mr. Stagg.
It was just at that moment that the
little girl nnd the man, becoming renlly
good comrades on this walk, met with
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schoolmistress, wns nearer. He went
up the wnll and scrambled over the
sill with a savage determination that
left no doubt whatever In the tramp’s
mind.
With a yell of terror the fellow
bounded out of the door nnd tore
along the rond hnd through The Cor
ners nt n speed never before equaled
In that locality by a knight of the road.
Prince lost a little time In recovering
his footing and again getting on the
trail of the fleeing tramp. But he was
soon haying the fellow past the black
smith shop and the store.
The Incident cnlled the.entire popu
lation of The Corners, save the bed
ridden. to the windows nnd doors, For
once, the little, somnolent village
awoke.
CHAPTER VII.
she was not to forget for a long, long
time.
Prince suddenly bounded awny,
barking, down a pleasant glade,
through the bottom of which flowed a
brook. Carqlyn May caught n glimpse
of something brown moving down
there nnd she called shrilly to the dog
to feme hack.
"But. that’s somebody, Uncle Joe,”
Carolyn Mny said with nssuranee, as
the dog slowly returned. “Prince
never harks like that unless It’s a per
son. And I saw something move.”
"Somebody taking a walk, like us.
Cotddn’t be a deer,” said Mr. Stftgg.
"Oh,” cried Carolyn May later, "1
pee It agnln. That’s a skirt I see.
Why, it’s a lady!"
Mr. Stngg suddenly grew very stern
looking, as well as silent. All the
beauty of the day and of the glade
they hnd entered seemed lost on him.
He went on stubbornly, yet as though
loath to proceed.
“Why,” murmured Carolyn May, "It’s
Miss Amandu Parlow 1 Thnt’s who It
Is!”
The carpenter’s daughter was sit
ting on a bare brown log by the brot,k.
She was dressed very prettily, all Is
brown.
Carolyn May wnnted awfully to
Rpenk to Miss Amanda. The brown
lady with the pretty roses In her
cheeks sat on a log by the brook, her
face turned from the path Joseph
Stagg and Ills little niece were coming
along. x
And Uncle Joe was quite stubborn.
He stared straight nhend down the
A Sunday Walk.
Renlly If Prince hnd liepn a vain
dog his ego would certainly hnve be
come unduly developed because of this
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But He Was Soon Baying the Fellow
Past the Blacksmith Shop and the
Store.
the lonsh from Prince's collar nnd let
him go.
“Save Miss Minnie, Prineey!" she ,
cried after the charging dog.
Prince did not trouble about the
door. The open window, through
which the tratup hnd spied upon the
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heretofore he had been looked upon as
a good deal of a nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro
lyn Mny and allowed Prince’s delight
ed little mistress to encourage the
"hero” to “shake hands with teacher."
"Now, you see, lie's acquainted with
you, Miss Minnie,”, said Carolyn Mny.
“He's nn awful nice dog. You didn’t
know Just how nice he was before.”
Almost everybody went to church
nnd all the children to Sunday school,
which was held first.
The Rev. Afton Driggs, though seri
ous-minded, was a loving man. He
was fond of children and he nnd his |
childless wife gave much of their nt- j
tent ion to the Sunday school. Mrs.
Driggs taught Carolyn May’s class of
little girls. Mrs. Driggs did her very •
best, too, to get the children to stny
to the preaching service, hut Carolyn 1
May hnd to confess that the pastor’s
discourses were usually hard to under
stand.
“And he is always rending about the
‘Begnts.’ ’’ she complained gently to
Unde Joe ns they went home together
on this particular Sundny, "and I
can’t keep Interested when he does
that. I s’pose the ’Begnts' were very
nice people, but I’m sure they weren't
related to us—they've all got such
funny names.”
“Hum 1” ejaculated Uncle Joe,
smothering a desire to laugh. “Flow
gently, sweet Afton, does select his
passages of Scripture mostly from the
‘valleys of dry bones,’ I allow. You’ve
got It about right there, Carolyn May.”
“Uncle Joe,” snid the little girl, tak
ing her courage In both bunds, “will
you do something for me?” Then, as
he stared down ut her from under his
bushy brows, she udded: "I don't mean
that you aren’t always doing some
thing for me—letting me sleep here at
your house und eat with you und ull
' that. But something special."
“What Is the ‘something special?”’
asked Mr. Stagg cautiously.
; “Something I want you to do to-
: day. You always go off to your, store
nfter dinner und when you come home
: it’s too dark "
! "Too dark for what?"
j "For us to tuke a walk,” snid the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh, Uncle
Joe, you don’t know how dreudful I
miss tuklng Sunday walks with my
i papa! Of course we took ’em in the
j morning, for he had to go to work
on the paper in the afternoon, but we
did just about go everywhere. If you
i would go with me," the little girl
added wistfully, "just this Rfternoon,
seems to tue I wouldn’t feel so—so
empty."
| "Humph!" said Uncle Joe, clearing
hts throat “If It’s going to ‘do you
any particular good, Car’lyn May, I
• suppose I can take n walk with you.”
It was a crisp day—one of those au-
j tmun dnys when the tang of frost re
mains In the air, In spite of all the
efforts of the sun to warm It
: Here and there they stopped to pick
up the glossy brown chestnuts thut
had hurst from their burrs. That Is,
Curoivn Mat- »mi tu-r uude did. Prince.
log get into the focus of Ills vision.
Hanging to Uncle Joe’s hand but
looking, longingly at the silent figure
on the log, Curolyn May was going
down to the stepping stones-by which
they were to cross the brook, vVlien
suddenly Prince came to a halt right
at the upper end of the log and his
body stiffened.
“What Is It, Prince?" whispered his
little mistress. “Come here.”
( But the dog did not move. He even
growled—not at Miss Amanda, of
course, but at something on- the log.
And It was Just then thut Carolyn
Mny wunted to screum—and she could
not!
For there on the log, rnlslng Its flat,
wicked head out of an aperture, was
a snuke, a horrid, silent, writhing
creature, the look of which held the
little girl horror-stricken and speech
less.
Uncle Joe glnnced down impatiently,
to see what made her hold back so.
The child’s feet seemed glued to the
earth. She could not take another
step.
Writhing out of the hole In the log
and coiling, as It did so, Into an atti
tude to strike, the snnke looked to be
dangerous indeed. The fact that It
was only a large blucksnnke and non-
polsonous made no difference at that
moment to the dog or to the little
girl—nor to Joseph Stagg when he
saw It.
It was colled right at Miss Amanda’s
hnck. Sin* did not see It, for she was
quite as Intent upon keeping her face
turned from Mr. Stagg as he had been
determined to ignore her presence.
Curolyn May was shaking nnd help
less. Not so Prince. He repeated his
chullenglng growl nnd then sprang
ut the vibrating head. Miss Amanda
uttered a stifled scream and jumped
up from the log, whirling to see wlint
wns happening behind her.
Joseph Stagg dropped Carolyn May’s
hand anil leaped forward with hit
wulking stick rulsed to strike. But
the mongrel dog was there first. He
wisely cuught the blucksnnke behind
the hend, his strong, Sharp teeth sev
ering Its vertebrae.
i "Good dog!” shouted Mr. Stngg ex
citedly. “Fine dog!”
“Oh, Miss Amanda!” shrieked Caro
lyn May. "I—I thought he wus going
to sting you—I did!’’
She ran to the startled woman nnd
clung to her hand. Prince nosed the
dead snnke. Mr. Stagg looked exceed
ingly foolish. Miss Amanda recovered
her color nnd her voice simultaneously,
“What a brave dog yours Is, little
girl," she said to Curolyn May. "And
I do so despise snakes!” Then she
looked directly ut Mr. Stagg and
bowed gravely. “I thank you," she
snid, but so coldly, so Carolyn Mny
thought, that her voice might have
come "Just off an Iceberg."
"Oh, 1 didn’t do anything—reully I
didn’t," stammered the muu. "It was
the dog.”
Both looked very uncomfortable.
Joseph Stagg began to pick up the
scattered chestnuts from the over-
turned basket. The lady stooped und
whispered to Carolyn Mny:
Leaped Forward With His Walking
Stick to Strike.
'“Come to'see me, my near. 1 want
to know you better.”
Then she kissed Carolyn May nnd
slipped quietly awny from the brook,
disappearing quickly In the under
growth.
Joseph Stngg and the little Kit'
went on across the stepping stones,
while Prince flushed through the
water. Carolyn May wns thinking
about Miss Amnnda Parlpw and she
believed her Uncle Joe was, too.
(Continued on next page.)
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