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CHAPTER XlV—Continued.
“Pick him up and put him on the
sled here, boys,” Mr. Stagg said. “I’ll
carry Hannah’s Car’lyn myself.”
The party, including the excited
Prince, got back to the docks without
losing any time and without further
accident. Still the chapel bell was
ringing and somebody said:
“We’d have been up a stump for
knowing the direction if it hadn’t been
for that bell.”
“Me, too,” muttered Chet Gormley.
"That’s what kep’ me goin’, folks —
the chapel bell. It just seemed to be
callin’ me home.”
Joseph Stagg, carried his niece up
t« Mrs. Gormley’s little house, while
one of the men helped Chet along to
the same destination. The seamstress
met them at the door, wildly excited.
“And w'hat do you think?” she cried.
“They took Mandy Parlow home in
Tim’s hack. She w’as just done up,
they tell me, pullin’ that chapel bell.
Did you ever hear of a silly crit
ter —just because she Cv didn’t find the
sexton I”
“Hum! you and I both seem to be
mistaken about what constitutes silli
ness, Mrs. Gormley,” grumbled the
hardware dealer. “I was for calling
your Chet silly, till I learned he’d
done. And you’d better not call Miss
Mandy silly. The sound of the chapel
bell gave us all our bearings. Both of
’em, Chet and Miss Mandy, did their
best.”
Carolyn May was taken home In
Tim’s hack, too. To her surprise, Tim
was ordered to stop at the Parlow
house and go in to ask how Miss
Amanda was.
By this time the story of her pulling
of the chapel bell rope was all over
Sunrise Cove and the hack driver was
naturally as curious as anybody. So
be willingly went into the Parlow cot
tage, bringing back word that she was
resting comfortably, Doctor Nugent
having just left her.
“An’ she’s one brave gal,” declared
Tim. “Pitcher of George Washington!
pullin’ that bell rope ain’t' no baby’s
job.”
Carolyn May did not altogether un
derstand what Miss Amanda had done,
but she was greatly pleased that
Uncle Joe had so plainly displayed his
Interest in the carpenter’s daughter.
The next morning Carolyn May
seemed to be in good condition. In
deed, she was the only individual vi
tally interested in the adventure who
did not pay for the exposure. Even
Prince had barked his legs being
hauled out on the ice. Uncle Joe had
caught a bad cold in his head and suf
fered from it for some time. Miss
Amanda remained in bed for several
days. But it was poor Chet Gormley
who paid the dearest price for par
ticipation in the exciting incident. Doc
tor Nugent had hard work fighting off
pneumonia.
Mr. Stagg surprised himself by the
interest he took in Chet He closed
his store twice each day to call at
the Widow Gormley’s house.
Mr. Stagg found himself talking with
Chet more than he ever had before.
The boy was lonely and the man found
a spark of interest in his heart for him
that he had never previously discov
ered. He began to probe into his
yo’mg employee’s thoughts, to learn
something of his outlook on life; per
haps, even, he got some inkling of
Chet’s ambition.
That week the ice went entirely
out of the cove. Spring was at hand,
with its muddy roads, blue skies,
sweeter airs, soft rains and a general
revivifying feeling.
Aunty Rose declared that Carolyn
May began at once to “perk up.” Per
haps the cold, long winter had been
hard for the child to bear.
One day the little girl had a more
than ordinarily hard school task to
perform. Everything did not come
easy to Carolyn May, “by any manner
of means,” as Aunty Rose would have
said. Composition writing was her
bane and Miss Minnie had instructed
Carolyn May’s class to bring in a writ
ten exercise the next morning. The
tittle girl wandered over to the church
yard with her slate and pencil —and
Prince, of course —to try to achieve
the composition.
The windows of the minister’s study
overlooked this spot and he was sit
ting at his desk while Caroiyn May
was laboriously writing the words on
her slate (having learned to use a
■late), which she expected later to
copy into her composition book.
The Rev. Afton Driggs watched her
puzzled face and laboring fingers for
some moments before calling out of
bls window to her. Several sheets of
sermon paper lay before him on the
desk and perhaps he was having al
most as hard il time putting on the
paper what he desired to say as Car
•lyn May was having with her writ
ing.
Finally, he came to the window and
■poke to her. “Carolyn May," he said,
“what are you writing?”
“Oh. Mr. Driggs, is that you’’ said
the little girl, getting up quickly and
THE VILAS COUNTY NEWS, EAGLE WIS,
coming nearer. “Did you ever have to
write a composition?”
“Yes, Carolyn May, I have to write
one or two each week.” And he
sighed.
“Oh, yes! So you do!” the little girl
agreed. “You have to write sermons.
And that must be a terribly tedious
thing to do, for they have to be longer
than my composition—a great deal
longer.”
“So it is a composition that is troub
ling you,” the young minister re
marked.
“Yes, sir. I don’t know what to
write —I really don’t. Miss Minnie
says for us not to try any flights of
fancy. I don’t just know what those
are. But she says, write what is in us.
Now, that don’t seem like a composi
tion,” added Carolyn May doubtfully.
“What doesn’t.”
“Why, writing w T hat is In us,” ex
plained the little girl, staring in a
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“Carolyn May,” He Said, “What Are
You Writing?"
puzzled fashion at her slate, on which
she had written several lines. , “You
see, I have written down all the things
that I ’member is in me.”
“For pity’s sake! let me see It,
child,” said the minister, quickly reach
ing down for the slate. When he
brought it to a level with his eyes he
was amazed by the following:
“In me there is’my heart, my liver,
my lungs, my verform pendicks, my
stummick, two ginger cookies, a piece
of pepmint candy and my dinner.”
“For pity’s sake!” Mr. Driggs shut
off this explosion by a sudden cough.
“I guess it isn’t much of a compo
sition Mr. Driggs,” Carolyn May said
frankly. “Rut how can you make your
inwards be pleasant reading?”
The minister was having no little
difficulty in restraining his mirth.
“Go around to the door, Carolyn
May, and ask Mrs. Driggs to let you
in. Perhaps I can help you in this
composition writing.”
“Oh, will you, Mr. Driggs?” cried
the little girl. “That is awful kind of
you.”
The clergyman did not seem to mind
neglecting his task for the pleasure of
helping Carolyn May with hers. He
explained quite clearly just what Miss
Minnie meant by “writing what is in
you.”
“Oh! it’s what you ’fliink about a
thing yourself—not what other folks
think,” cried Caroiyn May. “Why, I
can do that I thought it was some
thing like those physerology lessons.
Then I can write about anything I
want to, can’t I?”
“I think so,” replied the minister.
“I’m awfully obliged to you, Mr.
Driggs,” the little girl said. “I wish
I might do something for you in re
turn.”
“Help me with my sermon, per
haps?” he asked, smiling.
“I would if I could, Mr. Driggs."
Carolyn May wes very earnest.
“Well, now, Carolyn May, how would
you go about writing a sermon if you
had one to write?”
“Oh, Mr. Driggs!” exclaimed the
little girl, cflasping her hands. “I know
just how I’d do it.”
“You do? Tell me how, then, my
dear,” he returned, smiling. “Perhaps
you have an inspiration for writing
sermons that I have never yet found.”
“Why, Mr. Driggs, I’d try to write
every word so’s to make folks that
heard it happier. That’s what I’d do.
I’d make ’em look up and see the sun
shine and the sky—and the moun
tains, 'way off yonder—so they’d see
nothing but bright things and breathe
only good air and hear birds sing—
Oh, dear me, that —that is the way I’d
write a sermon.”
The clergyman’s face had grown
grave as he listened to her, but he
kissed her warmly as he thanked her
and bade her good-by. When she had
gone from the study he read again
tiie text written at tne top of the first
sheet of sermon paper. It was taken
from the book of the prophet Jere
miah.
“ "To write every word so’s to make
folks that heard it happier,’ ” he mur
mured as he crumpled the sheet of pa
per in his hand and dropped it in the
waste-basket.
CHAPTER XV.
The Awakening.
With the opening of spring and the
close of the sledding season, work had
stopped at Adams’ camp. Rather, the
entire plant had been shipped twenty
miles deeper into the forest —mill,
bunkhouse, cook shed and such corru
gated-iron shacks as were worth cart
ing away.
All that was left on the site of the
busy camp w r ere huge heaps of saw
dust, piles of slabs, discarded timbers
and the half-burned bricks into which
had been built the portable boiler and
engine.
And old Judy Mason. She was not
considered worth moving to the new
site of the camp. She was bedridden
with rheumatism. This was the report
Tim, the hackman, had brought in.
The old woman’s husband had gone
with the outfit to the new camp, for he
could not- afford to give up his work.
Judy had not been so bad when the
camp w r as broken up, but when Tim
went over for a load of slabs for
summer firewood, he discovered her
quite helpless in her bunk and almost
starving. The rheumatic attack had
become serious.
Amanda Parlow had at once ridden
over with Doctor Nugent.
“How brave and helpful it is of Miss
Amanda!” Carolyn May med. “Dear
me, when I grow up I hope I can be a
gradjerate nurse like Miss Mandy.”
“I reckon that’s some spell ahead,”
chuckled Mr. Parlow, to whom she
said this when he picked her up for a
drive after taking his daughter to the
camp.
“Mr Parlow,” the girl ventured after
a time, “don’t you think now that Miss
Amanda ought to be happy?”
“Happy!” exclaimed the carpenter,
startled, “What about, child?”
“Why, about everything. You know,
once I asked you about her being hap
py, and—and you didn’t seem fa
v’rable. You said ‘Bah!’”
The old man made no reply for a
minute and Carolyn May had the pa
tience to wait for her suggestion to
“sink in.” Finally he said:
“I dunno but you’re right, Car’lyn
May. Not that it matters much, I
guess, whether a body’s happy or not
in this world,” he added grudgingly.
“Oh, yes, it does, Mr. Parlow! It
matters a great deal, I am sure—to
us and to other people. If we’re not
happy inside of us, how can we be
cheerful outside, and so make other
people happy? And that is what 1
mean about Miss Amanda.”
“What about Mandy?”
“She isn’t happy,” sighed Carolyn
May. “Not really. She’s just as good
as good can be. She is alw’ays doing
for folks and helping. But she can’t
be real happy.”
“Why not?” growled Mr. Parlow, his
face turned away.
“Why—’cause— Well, you know,
Mr. Parlow, she can’t be happy as long
as she and my Uncle Joe are mad at
each other.”
Mr. Parlow uttered another grunt,
but the child went bravely on.
“You know very well that’s so. And
I don’t know what to do about it. It
just seems too awful that they should
hardly speak, and yet be so fond of
each other deep down.”
“How d’you know they’re so fond of
each other—deep down?” Mr. Parlow
demanded.
“I know my Uncle Joe likes Miss
’Mandy, ’cause he always speaks so—
so respectful of her. And I can see
she likes him, in her eyes,” replied th?-
?if, mp'L.
“I Know My Uncle Joe Likes Mist
Amanda.”
observant Caroiyn May. “Oh, yes, Mr.
Parlow, they ought to be happy again,
and we ought to make ’em so.”
“Huh! Who ought to?”
“You and me. We ought to find some
way of doing it Pm sure we can. If
we just think hard about It.”
“Huh I” grunted the carpenter again,
turning Cherry into the dooryard.
“Huh!”
This was not a very encouraging re
sponse Yet he did think of it. The
little girl had started a train of
thought in Mr. Parlow’s mind that he
could not sidevack.
(TO CONTTNUED.)
It doesn’t take much to convince •
a man that he needs a rest
BEGIN DRAFT Of
THE PEACE TREATY
Reports Ordered Made in Form
to Insert in Pact.
DECIDE ON GUILT FOR WAR
It Is Reported That the Responsibil
ity of the Authors of the Great
Conflict Has Been Duly
Determined.
Paris, March 7. —A step toward the
formation of a treaty of peace was
taken by the supreme council when it
adopted the prosopal of the American
delegation to have the various com
missions present to the council their
reports and conclusions in the form
of articles to be inserted in the peace
preliminaries.
The council also discussed the mili
tary, naval and aerial conditions to be
imposed on the enemy.
War Guilt Decided.
The report of the peace conference
commission to determine the responsi
bility of the authors of the war, it is
understood, was completed and will be
presented to an early meeting of the
supreme council. Robert Lansing,
American, secretary of state, is chair
man of the committee.
The work of none of the peace con
ference commissions has been guarded
so closely as that of the commission
on responsibility. The commission’s
report, it is understood, while fixing
moral responsibility, fails to find
legal responsibility because there is no
precedent or no law governing the case
or no court existing to try the ac
cused if legal guilt were found to be
evident.
The peace conference commission
on reparation of damages examined
questions raised by subcommittees con
cerning reparation and the method of
payment ot damages by enemy states.
The second subcommittee of the in
ter-allied commission on ports, water
ways and railways completed its study
of the question of the application of
international regime to ports
Small Nations’ Plea Fails.
The supreme council, after hearing
a statement by Jules Cambon, decided
unanimously to reject the demands of
the minor powers with limited inter
ests for greater representation on the
financial and economic commissions
which are about to be formed.
The minor powers, especially
from South America, followed Brazil
in demanding earlier in the week that
the minor powers have the same num
ber of members in the commissions as
the great powers.
After two days of futile unofficial
conferences, M. Cambon laid the mat
ter before the supreme council. Brazil
was supported by Belgium, while
Greece and Serbia took the opposite
view in the discussions. The supreme
council asked the minor powers to
name their five representatives on the
commissions. The great powers will
have ten representatives.
VICTORY LOAN TO BE LAST
Secretary Glass Undecided Whether
to Issue Long-Term Bonds or
Short-Term Notes.
Washington, March 7. —The Victory
loan will be the last popular loan
drive to be conducted by the govern
ment, Secretary of the Treasury Glass
officially announced. In making this
announcement, the secretary said he
had three courses from which to
choose: First, the issuance of $5,000,-
000.000 in long-term bonds, at 4% per
cent, authorized in previous legisla
tion ; second, the issuance of $7,000,-
000,000 or any part thereof, in five
year notes, the rate of interest to be
fixed by him, and, third, a combina
tion of the two. Although he did not
state which issue he would float, it
is believed he favored the short-term
notes.
I. w. W.’S WRECK U. S. AUTOS
Army Trucks Stored in Ohio Are
Badly Damaged—War Department
Orders Investigation.
Washington. March 7. —Reports of
sabotage by I. W.. W. members at
points in Ohio where army automo
biles and trucks are stored have been
received by war department officials.
An investigation has been ordered.
Some of the acts of sabotage reported
here include the destruction of radi
ators. the breaking of carburetors and
the injury of other portions of the
mr’' jism of trucks and automobiles
DANDRUFF iKES
ML OUT
A small bottle of “Danderine”
keeps hair thick, strong,
beautiful.
Girls! Try this! Doubles beauty
of your hair in a few
moments.
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Within ten minutes after an appll
cation of Danderine you can not find i
single trace of dandruff or falling hal I
and your scalp will not itch, but what
will please you most will be after a few
weeks’ use, when you see new hair, fine
and downy at first —yes —but really
new hair —growing all over the scalp.
A little Danderine immediately dou
bles the beauty of your hair. No dif
ference how dull, faded, brittle and
scraggy, just moisten a cloth with Dan
der! ne and carefully draw it through
your hair, taking one small strand at a
time. The effect is amazing—your hair
wifi be light, fluffy and wavy, and have
an appearance of abundance; an in
comparable lustre, softness and luxu
riance.
Get a small bottle of Knowlton’s
Danderine for a few cetits at any drug
store or toilet counter, and prove that
your hair is as pretty and soft as any
—that it has been neglected or injured
by careless treatment —that’s all—you
surely can have beautiful hair and lots
of it if you will just try a little Dan
deriue.—Adv.
By Comparison.
Mrs. A (house hunting) —Fancy the
agent advertising this as a superior
flat.
Mrs. B —That’s all right; you should
see the others he has, —Boston Eve
ning Transcript.
Cuticura Soap for the Complexion.
Nothing better than Cuticura Soap
daily and Ointment now and then as
needed to make the complexion clear,
scalp clean and hands soft and white.
Add to this the fascinating, fragrant
Cuticura Talcum and you have the
Cuticura Toilet Trio. —Adv.
Unavoidable Sometimes.
Manager—You are, of course, strict
ly sober?
Applicant —Yes, sir, often.
Present prices should provide the
needed stimulus for a back-to-the-farm
movement.
Weekly Health Talks
What Is the Cause of
Backache ?
BY DOCTOR CORNELL
Backache is perhaps the most com
mon ailment from which women suf
fer. Rarely do you find anybody free
from it. Sometimes the cause is ob-,
scure, but Dr. Pierce, of Buffalo, N. Y.,
a high medical authority, says the
cause is very often a form ox catarrh
that settles in the delicate membranes
of the feminine organs. When these
organs are inflamed, the first symp
tom is backache, accompanied byl ear
ing down sensations, weakness, un
healthy discharges, irregularity, pain
ful periods, irritation, headache and
a general run-down condition. Any
woman in this condition is to be pit
ied, Mt pity does not cure. The
trouble calls for Dr. Pierce’s Favorite
Prescription, which is a separate and
distinct medicine for women.
It is made f>l roots and herbs put up
vithout alcohol or opiate of any kind, for
i|)r. Pierce uses nothing else in his pre
-1 cription. Favorite Prescription is a nat
ural remedy for women, for vegetable
growths of which it is made seem to have
tbeen intended by Nature for that very
purpose. Thousands of girls and women,
Ifoung and old, have taken it, and thousands
iave written grateful letters to Dr. Pierce
paying it made them well. In taking
'favorite Prescription, it is reassuring to
now that it goes straight to the cause of
.jr-ie trouble. There is but one way to
Bme sickness, and that is to overcome
use. That is precisely what Favor
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i 10c for trial pkg. of Tablets,
ss Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N. Y.
stipated women, as well as men, are
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