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MILLED0EV1LLB, GEORGIA.
THE MILLEDGEVILLE, NEWS.
j Carolyn |
of the \
Corners !
tBu
RUTH BELMORE
ENDICOTT
(Corrrilbt. 1911. br DoU. Mm4 * Caapur. lie.)
(Continued from foregoing page.)
•Uncle Joe," ah* aald, “w5nld thM
I,,,! old snake have stung Miss
Anandn?”
“Hull? No; I reckon not,” admitted
Mr Stngg absent-mindedly. “Black-
snakes don’t bite. A big one like that
can squeeze some."
“But you were scared of It—like me
and Prince. And for Miss Amanda,”
mid Carolyn May very much in ear
nest.
“I guess 'most everybody is scared
by the sight of n snake, Car’lyn May."
“But you were scared fdr Miss
Amnndn’s snke—Just the snme as I
ms" repeated the little girl decidedly.
“Well?" he growled, looking away,
trnulded by her Insistence.
“Then you don’t hnte her, do you?"
the child pursued. “I'm glad of that,
Tnclc Joe, for I like her very much.
I think she’s a beautiful lady."
To this Uncle Joe said nothing.
“I guess," thought Carolyn May
wisely, “that when two folks love each
other and get angry the love’s there
lust the snme. Getting mnd doesn’t
III It; It only mnkes ’em feel worse.
"Poor Unci* Joe! Poor Miss Aninn-
Mnyhe If they'd Just try to look
and look for brighter things they’d
■t over being mad and be happy
pin."
When Uncle .Toe nnd Carolyn May
turned from this ndventurous walk
. Stngg went henvlly Into his own
im. closed the door nnd even locked
He wi nt over to the old-fnshloned
'iihiut burenu that stood against the
I 1 between the two windows and
K«1 before It for some moments In
attitude of deep reflection. Finally,
drew his bunch of keys from his
■ket nnd opened one of the two
11 drawers In the heavy piece of
imlture—the only locked drawer
re wns. He drew forth a tintype
;ure. faded now, but clear enough
show him the features of the two
Ivhlunls printed on the sensitised
kte.
Bis own eyes looked out of the pho-
[raph proudly. They were much
linger eyes than they were now.
pd the girl beside him in the plc-
Sweet ns a wild rose, Mandy
flow's lovely, calm countenance
liaised all the beauty nnd dignity
^matured womanhood had achieved,
piundy! Mandy!" he murmured
and over again. “Oh, Mandy!
J? Why?"
■ M'! the tintype for n long, long
In his linnd, gazing on It with
Of
fogethsrT Well, I n es* sotr -
Mr. Parlow, don’t you think ' , J** * a8e * Tliere bad been no money
that would be Just be-a-you-tl*f ul r 1 * op needs. Uncle
cried the little girl with a lingering
S".nT n ‘ he raoRt '"'P^ant
I "I don’t know ns anybody's per-
tlc lar anxious to see that daughter of
£‘ ne *“ d . Jo « 8*«W friendly again.
■ flood would come of it.’*
I Carolyn May looked at him sorrow-
fu , y ; P Q rlow had quite dlsnp-
pointed her. It was plain to be seen
thnt he was not the right one to ad
vise with about the matter. The little
girl sighed.
‘T really did s’pose you’d want to
see Miss Amanda happy, Mr. Purlow ’’
she whispered.
“Happy? Bah!" snarled file old
man. setting vigorously to work again
He acted as if he wished to say no
more and let the little girl depurt
without another word.
Carolyn May reully could not under-
stnmj It—at least she could not im
mediately.
That Mr. Parlow might have a self
ish reason for desiring to keep his
daughter nnd Joseph Stagg apart did
not enter the little girl's mind.
After that Sunday walk, however,
Carolyn Mny was never so much
afraid of her uncle as before. Why,
he lind even called Prince “good dogl"
Truly Mr. Joseph Stagg was- being
transformed—If slowly.
He could not deny to himself that,
to a certain extent, he was enjoying
the presence of his little nleqe at The
Corners. If he only could decide Just
w hut to do with the personal property
of his sister Hiinnnh and her husband
down in the New York apartment.
Never in his life had he been so long
deciding a question.
He Iiail really loved Hannah. He
knew It now, did Joseph Stagg,- every
time he looked at the lovely little
child who had come to live with him
at The Corners. Why! Just so had
Ilunnuli looked when she wns a little
thing. The same deep, violet eyes and
sunny hair and laughing lips—
Mr. Stagg sometimes actually found
a reflection of the cheerful figure of
“Ilaunah's Cnriyn” coming between
him und the big ledger over which he
spent so many of his waking hours.
Once he looked up from the ledger—
It wns on a Saturday morning—and
really did see the bright figure of the
little girl standing before him. It
was no drenin or fancy, for old Jimmy,
the ent, suddenly shot to the topmost
shelf, squalling with wild nbundon.
Prince was nosing along at Curolyn
May's side.
"Bless me!" croaked Mr. Stagg.
"That dog of yours, “Car’lyn May, will
give Jimmy a conniption tit yet. What
d’you want down here?”
Carolyn May told him. A man had
come to the house to buy a cow and
Aunty Rose h(jd sent the little girl
down to tell Mr. Stagg to come home
und "drive his own bargain.”
“Well, well,” said Mr. Stngg, lock
ing the ledger In the safe, "Iil hustle
right out and tend to It. ■ Don’t see
why the man couldn't hnve watted till
noontime. Hey, you, Chet! Lookout
for the store. Don't have any fooling.
And—” »
“Oh, uncle I may I stay, too? Me
and Prince?” cried Curolyn May.
"Weil be good."
"Pshaw! Yes, If you want to," re
sponded Mr. Stngg, hurrying away.
"My! your uncle’s changin' more
and more, ain’t he?” remurked Chet,
the optimistic. “He does sometimes
WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 14, 19187
Joe was Just keeping her estt
charity I
"And Prince, too," thought the little
girl, with a lump In her throat "He
hasn't got any more home than a rab
bit 1 And Uncle Joe don’t really like
dogs—not even now.
"Oh, dear me!" pursued Carolyn
Mny. "It's awful hard to be an or
phan. But to be a poor orphan—Just
u charity one—is a whole lot worse, I
guess. I wonder If 1 ought to stay
with Uncle Joe nnd Aunty Rose and
make them so much trouble?"
The thought bit deep into the little
girl's very Impressionable mind. She
wished to be alone und to think over
this really trnglc thing thnt faced
her—the ugly fact that she was a
"charity child.”
"And you're a chnrlty dog, Prince
Cameron," she said aloud, looking
down at the mongrel who walked se
dately beside her along the country
roud.
The little girl bad loitered along the
road until It wns now dlnnet* time
Indeed, Aunty Rose would have had
the meal on the table twenty mlnutei
earlier. Mr. Stngg hnd evidently re
mained at The Corners ,o sell the cow
nnd eat dinner too—thus "killing two
birds v.-lth one stone."
And here Carolyn Mny and Prince
were nt Mr. Pniiow’s carpenter shop,
Just ns the old man was taking off his
apron preparatory to going In to hie
dTtiner. When Miss Amanda was awny
nursing, the carpenter ate at a neigh
bor’s table.
Now Miss Amanda appenred on the
side porch.
“Wheru are you going, little girl?”
she asked, smiling.
"Home to Aunty Rose,” said Cnrolyn
May bravely. “But I guess I’m late
for dinner.”
“Don’t you want to come ln v nnd ent
with us, Carolyn May? Your own din
ner will he cold.”
"Oh. may I?" cried the little girl.
Somehow she did not feel that she
could face Uncle Joe Just now with
this new' thought that Chet Gonnley’s
words had put into her heart. Then
she hesitated, with her hand on the
gate iuteh.
“Will there be some scraps for
Prince?" she asked. “Or bones?”
“I believe I can find something for
Prince," Miss Amanda replied. “I owe
him more than one good dinner, I
guess, for killing that snake. Como In
nud we will see.”
Cnrolyn Mny thought that Miss
Amanda, In her house dress and ruffled
apron, with sleeves turned hack above
her dimpled, brown elbnw-s, wns pret
tier than ever. Her cheerful observa
tions quite enlivened Carolyn May
again.
“I think you are lovely, Miss Amnn-
da," she said as she helped wipe the
Hint saw the vnnlshcd years
than the portraits themselves. I almost laugh, Cariyu. I never see the
*J- V h p hid the picture awny again, j beut of It!"
and locked the drawer with a
and with slow steps left the
int
CHAPTER VIII.
| het Cormley Telia Some Newa.
l'liis when sin* came In sight of
■Parlow place on Mondny nfter-
T. slio nnd Prince, thnt Carolyn
iMlmnght her of the very best
In tin- world with whom to acl-
[ upon tin* momentous question
1 so troubled her.
I’** more interested in the
of Miss Aninndu thun Mr.
himself?
j 1 ' ii,' u-irl lmd been going to call
I," '"'unlit. Aunty Rose hnd
t m, "ht nnd Miss Amanda had
1 her “specially.”
I 'he tli.iMaht of taking the old
rf' 1 ;"* her confidence und nd-
I ' ll him delayed that visit. Mr.
''iisy on some piece of
but ho tiqddcd briskly to
I “ dr! when „| le (-moo t 0 the
I “hop and looked In.
v, ‘ r -v busy, Mr. Parlow?"
two "" 1 “ ft ‘ T ” " ntchful mln '
| hiiiM.s he. Onr’lyn May,” laid
r n,er ln his dry voice.
i 1 kln ,[ sten to ye—and I kin
that
Mint
nice; Did you hear
' Happened yesterday?"
queried, eying her qulsal-
“ a y<hing ever happen oa
fc dl ,'' on ,hl8 Sunday,"
V'";* 1 ' 1 "Didn’t you hear
■ s nn
lthl.r ""'uu—snake?"
s > 'Hie Cnrolyn May e»
"*<i Btop y w,t *» ■uch
orklng
that he stopped wi
he J r ,llR Krum *d
, fn<1 - "Well I"
ns Uij , "| l ' lt t,IBt WM «■*
\ how „ 'I' 0 '™ Mny ’
almost brought I
i^'tv:;;;";,,;^ Amanda
*a v"'I,^ u,n D«*d. "What'e
■’ he rasped oat
r ""'y and Joe 8tan
"Oh, Is he?” cried the little child.
Is he looking up more? Do you think
he Is, Chet?"
“I positively do,” Chet assured her.
"And he hasn't always got his nose
ln that old ledger?"
“Well—I wouldn't say that he neg
lected business, no, ma'am," said the
boy honestly. "You see, wo men lmve
got to think of business mostly. But
lie sure Is thlnkln' of some other things
too—yn-as, Indoedy 1”
“What things, Chet?" Cnrolyn Mny
asked anxiously, hoping that Uncle
Joe hail shown some recovered inter
est In Miss Atunudu and that Chet had j dishes after the carpenter hnil gone
noticed it. 8 I hack to the shop. "I shall always love
“'Why—well— Now, you see, there’s ! you. I guess that anybody who ever
that house you used to live In. You dhl love you would keep right on doing
know uhout that?"
"What about It, Chet?" tile little
girl asked rather timidly.
“Well, Mr. Stngg ain't never done
nothin’ about It. lib ain't sold It, nor
sold the furniture, nor nothin'. You
know, Cnriyn Mny, your folks didn’t
leave you no money."
“Oh! Didn't they?" cried Cnrolyn
May, greatly startled.
"No. You see, I heard nil about It.
Mr. Vickers, the lawyer, came In here
one day nnd your uncle rend a letter
to him out loud. 1 couldn’t help hut
hear. The letter wns from another
lawyer and 'twas all about you unil
your concerns. 1 heard it all,” said
the quite Innocent Chet.
“And Mr. Vickers says; ‘So the child
hasn't anything of her own, Joe?”'
Chet went on. "And your uncle says:
•Not n dollar, Yept what I might sell
that furniture for.’ And he hasn’t
sold It yet, I know. He Jast can’t
make up his mind to sell them things
thnt was your mother's, Cnriyn Slay,"
added the boy, with a deeper insight
into Mr. Stagg’s character than one
might have given him credit for pos
sessing.
But Carolyn Mny hnd heard some
news thnt made her suddenly quiet
and she was glad a customer came Into
store Just theU to dru\^ Chet Gorin-
ley’s attention.
The child had never thought before
■bout how the good things of life cume
to her—her food, clothes and lodging.
But now Chet Gormley’s chattering
had given her_a new view of the facts
so till they died!
hell) it!"
They just couldn’t
suddenly and she stood up.
"I’m ’most sure he’d never atop lav
ing a person If he'd once begun to
love ’em,” said Carolyn May, with a
high opinion of the faithfulness of
Uncle Joe's character."
“Do you want to know If your Uncle
Joe loves you?” she asked Carolyn
May at last. "Do you?"
"Oh, I dol" cried the little girl.
"Then ask him." advised Miss
Amnrnln. “That's the only way to do
with Joe Stagg, If you want* to get
at the truth. Out with it, square, and
ask him."
”1 will do It,” Carolyn May said se
riously.
After the child had gone the woman
went hack Into .the lltHe cottage and
her countenance did not wear the fare
well smile that Carolyn May bad
looked hack to see.
Gripping nt her heart was the old
pain she lmd suffered years before and
the conflict that had seared her mind
so long ago was roused again,
“Oh, Joel Ob, Joel How cotiM
you?" she moaned, rocking besMflt ta
and fro. "How could goaf
That very night the first snow flurry
of the season drove ngulnst the west
window panes of the big kitchen at the
Stngg homestead. It was at supper
time.
“I deelure for’t,” said Mr. Stagg, “I
guess winter's onto us, Aunty Rose.”
This snow did not amount to much;
It was little more than a hour frost, as
Mr. Stagg suld. Tills .might be, how
ever, the lust chance for a Sunday
walk ln the woods for some time ntu!
Curolyn Muy did not propose to miss
it.
Oa this day she earnestly desired
to get him off by himself, for hot
heart was filled with n great purpose
She felt that they must come to uu
understanding.
On lids particular occnslon Unrlc
Joe sat down upon the log by tin
brook where Miss Amanda had onct
sat. Carolyn Slay stood before him
“Am I Just a charity orphan?* Didn't
my papa leave any money a-tnll foi
me? Did you take me Just out o!
chnrlty?"
“Bless me 1” gasped the hardware
dealer. .
“I—I wish you’d answer me, Unclt
Joe,” weut on Carolyn May with n
brnve effort to keep from crying.
Joseph Stngg was too blunt a per
son to sec his wuy to dodging the
question.
"Hum! Well, I'll tell you^Cariyn
May. There Isn’t much left, und tlmt’s
a fuc-t. It Isn’t your father's fault. lie
thought there wns plenty. But a busi
ness he Invested ln got Into had hands
nnd the little nest egg he'd laid up for
his family wns lost."
"Then—then I am Just chnrlty. "And
so’s Prince,” whispered Carolyn Muy,
“I—I s’poso we could go to l lie poor-
house, Trlnce nnd me; hut they mnyn't
like dogs there. You’re reul nice to
me, Uncle Joe; hut Prince nnd me—
we really are a nuisance to you.”
The man stared at her for u moment
In silence, but the flush thnt dyed his
cheeks was a flush of shame.
“Don't you like It any more here
with Aunty Rose and—and me?" he
demanded.
"Oh, yes 1 Only—only. Uncle Joe, I
don't want to stay, If we're « nulsnnee.
Prince nnd me. I don’t want to stay, If
you don't love me."
Joseph Stagg had become quite ex
cited.
“Bless me!’’ he finally cried once
more. “How do you know I don’t love
you, Carolyn Muy?" *
“Why—why— But, Uncle .Toe! how
do I know you do love me?” demanded
the little girl. “You never told me so!"
The startled man sank upon the log
again.
"Well, maybe that’s so," he mur
mured, “I s’pose-lt Isn’t my way to he
very—very—softllke. But listen here,
Cnr’lyn May."
“Yes, sir.”
“I ain’t likely to tell you very fre
quently how much I—I tlituk of you.
Ahem! But you'd better stop worrying
about such things us money and the
like. What I’ve got comes pretty near
belonging to you. Anyway, unless I
have to go to the poorhouse myself, I
reckon you needn't worry about golug,”
lind lie coughed again dryly.
"As far as loving you— Well, nt
admit, under cross-cxuminntion, that I
love you.”
Dear Uncle Joe!" she sighed ec»-
WILLIAM J. HARRIS
"Indeed?" said the woman, laughing, tatically. “I don’t mind If I am charity.
"And how about you, Chicken Little?
Aren't you universally beloved too?”
•*Oh, I don’t expect so, Miss Aman
da,” said the child. “I wish I was."
"Why aren’t you?”
"I—I— Well, I guess it's just be
muse I'm not," Carolyn May said des
perately, "You see, after all, Miss
Amanda, I’m only a charity child ”
“Oh, my child 1” exclaimed Miss
Amanda. “Who tohl you that?"
"X—I just heard about it," confessed
the little visitor.
"Not from Aunty Rose Kennedy?"
“Oh, no, ma’am.”
“Did that— Did your uncle tell you
sucji u thing?"
“Oh, no! He’s Just ns good as he
can be. But of course he doesn’t like
children. You know he doesn't. And
he Just ’bomlnutes dogs!
“So, you see," added the child, "I am
charity. I’m not like other girls Hint’s
got papas und inninmus. 'Course I
knowed thnt before, hut It didn’t
seem—seem so hard ns It does now,”
she confessed with a sob.
“My dear! my dear!” cried Miss
Amnnilu. dropping on her knees beside
the little girl, “don’t talk so! I know
your uncle must love you." | you ]ove nle it jukes a H the sting
“Oh, Miss Mandy!” gasped Carolyn ((Ut And j* u he | p t0 make you happy,
May, "don't you s’pose he loves other too j.,
folks, too? You know—folks he'd be- :— _
gun to love ever so long ago?”
The woman’s smooth cheeks burned
•If You Love Mo It Takoe All the Sting
Out"
r '&S
Candidate for the
r United States Senate 3
v\7t-
The Man of the Hour, and Why
William J. Harris was born ln Co
dartown, Polk county, Georgia, Feb
ruary 3, 1SU8. He was educated ln
tho common schools of Polk county
and tho University df Georgia, teach
ing school during the summer to pro
vide means for his college training.
In 1895, he married Miss Julia Whee
ler, duughter of Gen. Joseph Wheeler,
the disUnguishcd Southern cavalry
leader. Mr. Harris has three brothers
now serving In tho UnlteJ States
Army, Gen. P. C. Harris, MaJ. Seals
Harris and Capt. Huuter Harris. Many
young men have been beneficiaries
of Mr. Harris' aid In obtaining an edu
cation to equip them for life’s work.
Political Service.
As Chairman of the Polk County
Democratic Executive Committee, ne
succeeded ln establishing the "white
primary," in 1892.
As private secretary to Senator A.
8. Clay, a-’.l under the training of this
distinguished Georgian, Mr. Harris be
gan, dn early life, to look after the
interests ln Washington of Georgians
from every section.
In 1912 Mr. Harris managed Presi
dent Wilson's first campnlgn ln Geor
gia; was elected chairman of the
State Democratic Executive Commit
tee, and played prominent part in roll
ing up the largest majority Gcorgln
ever gave ^ candidate for President.
Legislative Service.
Mr. Harris represented the 38th dis
trict ln the state senate in 1911-12, and
there worked and voted for every
measure that would help the farmers
and benefit the taxpayers of the state.
Borne of these Include;
(1) Mr. Harris introduced and aid
ed in the passage of the bill abolish
ing the unlimited fees of oil inspec
tors, and fixing their maximum salary
at I1U0 pel month. This law lias
«»-’i'd the state thousands of dollars.
In 1917 alone, It saved the sthte net,
|lS2,b?8
(2) Mr Harris Introduced and posa
rd the bill requiring lobbyists to reg
ister, thereby eliminating the grafting,
professional lobbyist, and protecting
legislation.
13) Mr. Harris advocated the sepa
rate leasing of the W. & A. Railroad
from the oth* r state property in Chat
tanooga, a policy since adopted by the
"Lease Commission."
(4) Personally. Mr. Harris has al
ways been a consistent prohibitionist,
nnd has a’v. ays supported all measures
looking to freeing the state from the
liquor traffic.
National Service.
A:* director of the United States Cen
sus, to which he was appointed by
President Wilson, officials today say
thnt Mr. Harris was the most efficient
director since the bureau was estab
lished Tho chief "criticism” against
his administration, made by Judge
'Hughes. Republican nominee for Presi
dent, was that he appointed so many
Georgia Democrats t« positions in the
department.
President Wilson appointed Mr. Har
ris acting secretary of commerce, in
the nbsence of Secretary Rod field, and
cordially approved his services and ef
ficiency as a temporary member of the
cabinet.
Under Republican rule the Wall
street gamblers were permitted to keep
down the price of 'otton J>y Including
ln the census estimate the number of
bales of linters cotton. Mr. Harris had
the linters estimate separated from
the regular cotton reports, which re
duced the estimates and tended to
raise the price of cotton. During Re
publican rule, It was freely charged
that there were "leaks" in cotton estl-
mfites of tho census bureau. Not onc«
since the administration of Mr. Harrla
has there been tho slightest suspicion
of a "leak" in the census reports.
In the census bureau, Mr. Harrla
changed the "ngo limit,” fixed by the
Republicans, ho that Confederate Vet-
eranti could be given the same oppor
tunities as Union Veterans; and many,
old Confederate Soldiers are now hold
ing good places ln the department. It
was In keeping with his devotion to
the old soldiers. His father was a
brave Confederate Veteran, and hla
father-in-law was the gallant "Hlttlo
Joe" Wheeler.
Promoted by the President.
Due to Mr. Harris’ efficient adminis
tration of tho census burenu, President
Wilson promoted him by appointing
him a member of the federal trado
board. Recognizing his ability, his
colleagues, two years later, elected him
chairman of tho board. Resigning to
enter his campaign for United State*
senato? as tile loyal supporter of Pres
ident Wilson ln winning the war, n>
against the present Junior senator from
Georgia, Mr. Harris carried with him
the love, esteem, confidence and best
wishes of his colleagues, the depart
ment heads and the President v/ho had
further expressed his confidence ln Mr.
Harris by the following additional ap
pointments:
(1) Appointed by the President aa
member of the price fixing committee
of the war Industries board, to fix
prices for army supplies. When New
England manufacturers endeavored to
fix the price of cotton, Mr. Harris op
posed them most vigorously. He also
brought chnrges against the “bagging
trust" which is now facing trial.
(2) The President named thd sec
retary of agriculture, Mr. Hoover and
Mr. Harris a committee of three to.In
vestigate the advisability of the gov
ernment taking over tho meat pueking
houses. The President’s confidence
was further expressed when Mr. Har
ris resigned, by th" request thnt he
name his own successor, and Mr. Har
ris named Hon. Victor Murdoch.
The Confidence of Mr. Wilson.
Further Indicative of the confidence
of President Wilson in Mr. Harris, ia
the following conclusion of the Presi
dent's letter accepting his resignation
from the federal trade commission to
run for the United States senute:
“May I not say how warmly I have
appreciated the way in which you hnve
l>erformed tho difficult nnd often deli
cate duties assigned to you in the
trado commission? I am sure that
1 am expressing the general feeling
when 1 express my regret at your
withdrawal.
"Cordially nnd p'neeroly yours.
"WOODROW WILSON.
"Hon. William J. Harris,
"Federal Trade Commission.” ^
Mr. Harris’ Qualifications.
Mr. Harris Is In close toueli with
conditions nt the national capitol. His
relations with the administration are
intimate. He has the confidence and
esteem of the President anA depart
ment heads. Through these relations
he Is in better position to represent
Georgia In the United States sennte—
her people, her commercial, financial
and agricultural Interests and to rea
der effective aid and service to Geor
gia soldier and sailor boys, fighting
for Americanism and Democracy,—
than probably any other Georgian now
in tho public eye. Mr. Harris’ eleo
tlon will nu-nn that the good name
of Georgia will be redeemed from the
charge of disloyalty and "kalscrlsru’*
with which It has been stained by tha
misrepresentation of the recent past.
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