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Carolyn of the Comers
BY RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT
OoprdsM. MS. »7 Do««,Head * Company. Ino.
PRINCE BECOMES A HERO OF ANOTHER ADVENTURE WHICH
INCREASES HIS POPULARITY.
Synopsis. —Her father and mother reported lost at sea when the
Dunraven, on which they had sailed for Europe, was sunk, Carolyn
May Cameron—Hanna's Car'lyn—is sent from New York to her bach
elor uncle, Joseph Stagg, at the Corners. The reception given her by
her uncle is not very enthusiastic. Carolyn is also chilled by the stern
demeanor of Aunty Rose, Uncle Joe's housekeeper. Stagg Is dismayed
when he learns from a lawyer friend of his brother-in-law that Carolyn
has been left practically penniless and consigned to his care as guardian.
Carolyn learns of the estrangement between her uncle and his one-time
sweetheart, Amanda Parlow, and the cause of the bitterness between
the two families.
her, and the boon companion of the lonesome girl, is in disfavor with
Uncle Joe, who threatens to dispose of him, but Prince becomes a hero
and wins the approval of the Corners by routing a tramp In the act of
robbing the schoolteacher.
Prince, the mongrel dog that Carolyn brought with
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.
Really If Prince had been a vain
dog his ego would certainly have be
come unduly developed because of this
Incident. The Corners, as a commu
nity, voted him an acquisition, whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon ns
a good deal of a nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro
lyn May and allowed Prince's delight
ed little mistress to encourage the
"hero" to "shake hands with teacher."
"Now, you see, he's acquainted with
you, Miss Minnie," said Carolyn May.
"lie's an awful nice dog. You didn't
know just how nice be was before."
Almost everybody went to church
and all theChildren to Sunday school,
which was held first.
The Rev. Afton Drlggs, though seri
ous-minded, was a loving man. He
was fond of children and he and his
childless wife gave much of their at
tention to the Sunday school. Mrs.
Drlggs taught Carolyn May's class <>f
little girls. Mrs. Drlggs did her very
best, too, to get the children to stay
to the preaching service, but Carolyn
May had to confess that the pastor's
discourses were usually hard to under
stand.
"And he 1s always reading about the
'Begats.' '' she complained gently to
Uncle Joe as they went home together
on this particular Sunday, "and I
can't keep Interested when he does
that. I s'poso the 'Begats' were very
nice people, but I'm sure they weren't
related to us—they've all got such
funny names."
"Hum !
smothering a desire to laugh,
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," said the little girl, tak
ing her courage In both hands, "will
you do something for me?" Then, as
he stared down at her from under his
bushy brows, she added : "I don't mean
that you aren't always doing some
thing for me—letting me sleep here at
your bouse and eat with you and all
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
after dinner and when you come home
It's too dark."
"Too dark for what?"
"For us to take a walk," said the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh, Uncle
Joe, you don't know how dreadful I
miss taking Sunday walks with my
pupa ! Of course we took 'em In the
-• morning, for he had to go to work
on the paper In the afternoon, but we
did Just about go everywhere. If you
would go with me," the little girl
added wistfully, "just this afternoon,
seems to me I wouldn't feel so—so
empty."
"Humph !" said Uncle Joe, clearing
his throat. "If It's going to do you
any particular good, Car'lyn May, I
suppose I can take a walk with you."
It was a crisp day—one of those au
tumn days when the tang of frost re
mains in the air, in spite of all the
efforts of the sun to warya It
Here and there they stopped to pick
up the glossy brown chestnuts that
had burst from their burrs. That Is,
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince,
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, Prlncey," the little girl said
wisely. "You'll have a sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when he tried to
I file It down with a wood rasp."
ejaculated Mr. Stagg.
"whatever possessed that Bartlett
child to do such a fool trick?"
"Why, you know his nose Is awfully
big," said Carolyn May. "And his
mother is always worried about It. She
must have worried Amos, too, for one
day last week he went over .to Mr.
Parlow's shop, borrowed a wood rasp
and tried to file 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 back on 1L"
"Bless me, what these kids will do !"
muttered Mr. Stagg.
It was just at that moment that the
ejaculated Uncle Joe,
Flow
"Hum Î 1
little girl and the man, becoming really
good comrades on this walk, met with
an adventure. At least to Carolyn
May It was a real adventure and one
she was not to forget for a long, long
time.
Prince suddenly bounded away,
barking, down u pleasant glade,
through the bottom of which flowed a
brook. Carolyn May caught a glimpse
of something brown moving down
there and she culled shrilly to the dog
to come buck.
"But that's somebody, Uncle Joe,"
Carolyn May said with assurance, as
the dog slowly returned,
never bark Ml Ike that unless It's a per
son. And 1 saw something move,"
"Somebody taking a walk, like us.
Couldn't be a deer," said Mr. Stagg.
"Ob," cried Carolyn May later, "I
see It again. That's a skirt I see.
Why, It's a lady !"
Mr. "Stagg suddenly grew very stern
looking, as well as silent. All the
beauty of the day and of the glade
they had entered seemed lost on him.
He went on stubbornly, yet as though
loath to proceed.
"Why,'*murmured Carolyn May, "ft's
Miss Amanda Parlow ! That's who it
'Prince
is!'
The carpenter's daughter was sit
ting on a bare brown log by the brook.
She was dressed very prettily, all In
brown.
Carolyn May wanted awfully to
speak to Miss Amanda. The brown
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Stick to Strike.
lady with the pretty roses In her
cheeks sat on a log by the brook, her
face turned from the path Joseph
Stagg and his little niece were coming
And Uncle Joe was quite stubborn.
He stared straight ahead down the
path without letting the figure on the
log get Into the focus of his vision.
Hanging to Uncle Joe's hand but
looking longingly at the silent figure
ou the log, Carolyn May was going
down to the stepping stones by which
they were to cross the brook, when
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 Jog.
And It was Just then that Carolyn
May wanted to scream—and sjie could
not !
For there on the log, raising its flat,
wicked head out of an aperture,
a snake, a horrid, silent, writhing
creature, the look of which held the
little girl horror-stricken and speech
less.
was
Uncle Joe glanced down impatiently,
to see what made her hold back
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 snake looked to be
dangerous indeed. The fact that It
was only a large blacksnake and
poisonous made no difference at that
moment to the dog or to the little
so.
non
girl—nor to Joseph Stagg when he
saw It.
It was coiled right at Miss Amanda's
back. She 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.
Carolyn May was shaking and help
less. Not so Prince. He repeated his
challenging growl and then sprang
at the vibrating head. Miss Amanda
uttered a stifled scream and jumped
from the log, whirling to see what
was happening behind her.
Joseph Stagg dropped Carolyn May's
hand and leaped forward with his
walking stick raised to strike,
the mongrel dog was there first. He
wisely caught the blacksnake behind I
the head, his strong, sharp teeth sev- j
erlng its vertebrae.
"Good dog !" shouted Mr. Stagg ex- |
cltedly. "Fine dog!"
"Oh, Miss Amanda !" shrieked Caro- j
lyn May, "I—I thought he was going
to sting you—I did !"
She ran to the startled woman and |
clung to her hand. Prince hosed the
dead snake. Mr. Stagg looked exceed- !
Ingly foolish. 'Miss Amanda recovered
her color and her voice simultaneously.
up
But
What a brave dog yours Is, little j
And
Then she !
girl," she said to Carolyn May.
I do so despise snakes !"
looked directly at Mr. Stagg and
I thank you," she
bowed gravely,
said, but so coldly, so Carolyn May
thought, that her voice might have
come "just off an iceberg."
"Oh, 1 didn't do anything—really 1
It was
didn't," stammered the man.
the dog."
Both looked very uncomfortable.
Joseph Stagg began to pick up the
scattered chestnuts from the over
turned basket. The lady stooped and
whispered to Carolyn May:
"Come to See me, my dear. I want
to know you better."
Then she kissed Carolyn May and
slipped quietly away from the brook
disappearing quickly In the under
growth.
Joseph Stagg and the little girl j
went on across the stepping stones,
while Prince splashed through the
water. Carolyn May was thinking
about Miss Amanda Parlow and sh<
believed her Uncle Joe was, too.
"Uncle Joe," she said, "would tha!
bad old snake have stung Miss
Amanda?"
"Huh? No; I reckon not," admitted
Mr. Stagg absent-mindedly. "Black
snakes don't bite. A big one-like that
can squeeze some."
"But you were scared of It—like m<
and Prince. And for Miss Amanda,"
said Carolyn May very much In ear
nest.
"I guess 'most everybody Is scared
by the sight of a snake, CarTyn May."
"But you were scared for Miss
Amanda's sake—Just the same as ]
was." repeated the little girl decidedly
"Well ?" he growled, looking away
troubled by her Insistence.
"Then yon don't hate her, do you?'
the child pursued. "I'm glad of that
Uncle Joe, for I like her very much
I think she's a beautiful lady."
To this Uncle Joe said nothing.
"I guess," thought Carolyn Maj
wisely, "that when two folks love eacl
other and get angry the love's then
just the same. Getting mad doesn't
kill It ; It only makes 'em feel worse
"Poor Uncle Joe ! Poor Miss Aman
da ! Maybe If they'd just try to lool
up and look for brighter things they'd
get over being mad and be happj
again."
When Uncle Joe and Carolyn Maj
returned from this adventurous wall
Sir. Stagg went heavily Into his
room, closed the door and even locked
It. He went over to the old-fashlonec
walnut bureau that stood against th«
wall between the two windows and
stood before It for some moments It
an attitude of deep reflection. Finally i
he drew his bunch of keys from hh
pocket and opened one of the twt
small drawers In the heavy piece ol 1
furniture—the only locked
there was. He drew forth a tintype j
picture, faded now, but clear enougl
to show him the features of the two -
Individuals printed on the sensitized
plate.
His own eyes looked out of the pho- j
They were muet j
younger eyes than they were now.
And the girl beside him In the plo j
Sweet as a wild rose, Mandy
Parlow's lovely, calm countenance
promised* all the beauty and dignity
her matured womanhood had achieved. '
"Mandy !
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tograph proudly.
tnre !
Mandy!" he murmured
Oh, Mandy I
over and over again.
Why? Why?"
He held the tintype for a long, long
time In his hand, gazing on It With
eyes that saw the vanished
rather than the portraits themselvea
Finally he hid the picture away again,
closed and looked the drawer with a
sigh and with slow steps left the
room.
years
Carolyn learns from simple
Chet Gormley some things about
her financial affairs that
her much worry. Read about it
in the next installment.
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