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Synopsis.— lier father and mother reported lost at sea when the
Dunraven, on which they had sailed for Europe, was sunk, Carolyn
Mny Cameron—Ilnnna'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
demennor 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 ns 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.
CHAPTER VI —Continued.
Aunty Rose remained, apparently,
as austere as ever, while Joseph
Stagg was quite as much immersed In
business as formerly. Yet there were
times, when she and the child were
alone, that Mrs. Kennedy unbent, 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
"Didn't you ever have any little
girls, Aunty Rose?" Carolyn May ask
ed the housekeeper on one of these in
timate occasions. "Or little boys? I
mean of your very own."
"Yes," said Aunty Rose In a matter
of-fact tone. "Three. But only to
have them in my arms for a very little
while. Each died soon after coming
to me. There was something quite
wrong with them all, so the doctors
"Oh, my dear! All three of them?"
sighed Carolyn May.
"Two girls and a boy. Only one
lived to be three months old. They
are all buried behind the church yon
The next morning early Carolyn
May, .with Prince, went over Into the
churchynrd and found the three little
atones in a row. She knew 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 tall grass had begun to
sprout about the little, lozenge-shaped
stones and about the taller one.
While 8he was thus engaged, a tall
man In black—looking rather "weedy"
himself. If the truth were told—came
across the graveyard anl stood beside
her. He wore a broad band of crepe
around £ls hat and on his arm, and
Vfas very grave and serious-looking.
"Who are you, little girl?" he asked,
his voice being quite agreeable and
bis tone kindly.
"I'm Car'lyn May, If yon please,"
ahe replied, looking up at him frankly.
"Car'lyn May Stagg?" he asked.
"Yon're Mr. Stagg's little girl? I've
heard of you."
"Car'lyn May Cameron," she correct
ed seriously. "I'm only staying with
Unde Joe. He 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," Bald Carolyn May,
doubtfully, "that you must be the un
For a moment the gentleman looked
atartled. Then he flush'ed a little, but
his eyes twinkled.
"The undertaker?" be murmured.
"Do I look like that?"
''Excise me, sjr, 1 ' Said Carolyn May.
don't really know you, you know.
Maybe you're not the undertaker."
"No, I am not. Though our under
taker, Mr. Snlwlns, is a very good
Yes, sir," said the little girl, po
"I am the pastor here—your pastor,
I hope," be said, putting a kind hand
upon her head.
"Oh, I know yon now!" said Caro
You're the man
lyn May brightly.
Uncle Joe says Is going to get a stran
gle hold on Satan now that vacation
' 'Is over."
Rev. Afton Drlggs looked rather odd
again. The shocking frankness of the
child came pretty near to flooring
"I—ahem I Your uncle compliments
me," he said drily. "You don't know
that be Is ready to do his share, do
"His share?" repeated the puzzled
little girl.
"Toward strangling the Evil One,"
pursued the minister, a wry smile curl
ing the corners of his Ups.
"Has he got a share In It, too?"
i asked Carolyn May.
! "I think we all should have," said
I the minister, looking down at her with
ireturnlng kindliness In his glance.
"Even Uttle girls Uke you."
Carolyn May looked at him quite se
"Do you a'pose," she asked him con
fidentially, "that Satan Is really
IWlcked enough to trouble little girls?"
^ It was a startUng b[t of new phitoso
phy thus suggested, and Mr. Drlggs
shook his head In grave doubt. But it
gave him something to think of all that
day; and the first sermon preached In
The Corners church that autumn
seemed rather different from most of
those solid, indigestible discourses that
the good man was wont to drone out
to his parishioners.
"Dunno but It Is worth while tcfiglve
the parson a vacation," pronounced
Uncle Joe at the dinner table. "Seems
to me his sermon this morning seemed
to have a new snap to It. Mebbe he'll
give old Satan a hard rub this winter,
after all."
"Joseph Stagg!" said Aunty Rose
"I think he's a very nice man," said
Carolyn May suddenly. "And I kep'
nwake most of the time—you see, I
heard poor Prlncey howling for me
here, where he was tied rp."
"Hum !
ejaculated Mr. Stagg.
"Which kept you awake—the dog or
the minister?"
"Oh, I like Mr. Drlggs very much,"
the little girl assured him. "And he's
in great 'fllctlon, too, I am sure. He—
he wears crepe on his hat and sleeve."
"Huh, so he does," grunted Mr.
Stagg. "He's 'most always in mourn
ing for somebody or something."
"Do you s'pose, Uncle Joe, thnt he
looks up enough? It does just seem
to me as though poor Mr. Drlggs must
always be looking down Instead of
looking up to see the sunshine and the
blue sky and—and the monntains, like
my papa said you should.'
Uncle Joe was silent. Aunty Rose
said, very briskly for her:
"And your papa was right, Car'lyn
May. He was a very sensible man, I
have no doutft."
"Oh, he was quite a wonderful man,"
said the .little girl with full assurance.
It was on the following morning that
school opened. The Corners district
school was a red building, with a
squatty bell tower and two front
doors, standing not far up the road be
yond the church.
Miss Minnie Lester taught the
school, and although Miss Minnie
looked very sharply through her
glasses at one, Carolyn May thought
she was going to love the teacher very
Indeed, that was Carolyn 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 £ little difficulty with Miss Min
nie. Prince would not remain at home.
He howled and whined for the first half
of Monday morning's session — as
Aunty Rose confessed, almost driving
her mad. Then he slipped his collar
and tore away on Carolyn May's cold
Into the school marched the dog,
having drawn the staple with which
his chain had been fastened to the
bole of the tree in Mr. Stagg's back
Miss Minnie wns both alarmed and
angry. Some of the little girls shrieked
and wept when Prince pranced over
to Carolyn May's seat
"If you do not shut that awful dog
up so that he cannot follow ydù here,
Carolyn May, I shall speak to your un
cle, Mr. Stagg, about It. Ugh, the ugly
beast I Take him away at once !"
So Carolyn May's schooldays at The
Corners did not begin very happily,
after all. She had always loved and
been loved by every teacher she had
ever had before. But Miss Minnie
seemed prejudiced against her because
of Prince.
The 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 Carolyn Mny found
plenty of playmates.
It wns on the last Friday in the
month thnt something happened which
quite changed Miss Minnie's attitude
townrds "that mongrel." Incidentally,
The Corners, as a community, was ful
ly awakened from Its lethargy, and, as
it chanced, like the Sleeping Beauty
and all her retinue, by a Prince.
The school session on Friday after
noons was always shortened. This
day Mr. Brady, one of the school trus- ]
tees, came to review the school and,
before he left, to pay Miss Minnie her j
salary for the mouth. j
Carolyn May hud permission from i
Aunty Rose to go calling that after
noon. Freda Payne, whom she liked
very much, lived up the road beyond
the schoolhouse, and she bad invited
the little city girl to come to see her.
Of course, Prince had to be Included
In the invitation. Freda fully under
stood that, and Carolyn May took him
on his leush.
They saw Miss Minnie at her desk
when they went past the schoolhouse.
She was correcting written exercises.
Carolyn May secretly hoped that her
own was much better than she feared
ft was.
Not far beyond the schoolhouse
Prince began to growl, and the hairs
stiffened on his neck.
"Whatever Is the matter with you,
Prince?" demanded Carolyn May.
In a moment she saw the cause of
the dog's continued agitation. A
roughly dressed, bewhlskered man sat
beside the road eating a lunch out of a
newspaper. He leered at Carolyn May
and said:
"I guess you got a bad dog there,
ain't ye, little girl?"
"Oh, no! He's us'ally very polite,"
answered Carolyn May. "You must be
still, Prince 1 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?" said the man
hoarsely, licking his fingers of the last
crumbs of his lunch.
£n' 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 was loose."
"Don't let him loose now, little girl,"
said the fellow, 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 tonch 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
Carolyn May had a very pleasant
call—Freda's mother even approved of
Prince—and It was an hour before the
two started for home. In sight of the
school house Prince gave evidence
again 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 man was crouching under one of
the schoolhouse windows, bobbing up
now and then to peer In. It was the
man whom they had previously seen
beside the road.
"Hush, Prince !" whispered little
Carolyn May, holding the dog by the
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 and was counting the money Mr.
Brady hud given her.
"O-o-oh!" breathed Carolyn May,
clinging to the eager dog's collar.
The man at the window suddenly
left his position and slipped around to
the door. In a moment he appeared In
the schoolroom before the startled
Miss Minnie screamed. The man,
with a rough threat, darted forward
to seize her purse.
Just then Carolyn May unsnapped
the leash from Prince's collar and let
him go.
"Save Miss Minnie, Prlncey!" ehe
cried after the charging dog.
Prince did not trouble about the
door. yhe open window, through
which the tramp had spied upon the
schoolmistress, was nearer. He went
up the wall and scrambled over the
sill with a savage determination that
left no doubt whatever in the tramp's
With a yell of terror the fellow
bounded out of the door and tore
along the road and through The Cor
ners at a 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 baying the fellow past the black
smith shop and the store.
The Incident called the entire popu
lation of The Corners, save the bed
ridden, to the windows and doors. For
once the little, somnolent village
] him who the relatives were and he re
piled : "One Is fo' runself an' the other
j two Is fo' ma brudders ; one is going
j to enlist nn' the other Is In the next
i draft."—Exchange.
Prince continue* to prove that
he lo a very important character
In thl* etory. The next Install,
ment tell* how he le concerned
In another Incident that may be
heard from later. Don't miss
Naughty Mamma's Boy.
My husband, who Is at Camp Sher
man, wrote home and told us tills joke
the boys played on a "mamma's boy"
who was the goat of the whole com
pany. One night while he was over to
the Y. M. C. A. they fixed up the head
of his cot with sticks and tied a string
to them, then waited until he got sound
asleep and pulled the strings, out
came the sticks and down went the
bed. He nearly exploded he was so mad
and my husband said, had you been lis
tening you could have heard him
swearing clear home.—Chicago Trib
All In Some Day.
One day at a Southern caibp one of
the negro soldiers was showing mo a
service pin with three stars which he
always carried In his pocket. I asked
Yankees Build Great
Military Port at Brest
It Has Become Largest and Most
Modern of Debarkation
Every Facility Is Provided for Car
Ing for Camp of 40,000 Men of
Whom Large Proportion Are
Wounded or Sick— Men
Will Be Fed and
Brest, France—Iirest, the ancient
town of Finisterre that juts out into
the Atlantic ocean, Is destined to live g
loug in the memory of the American
soldiers that came to save the allied
nutions- from the Iron heel of Ger
many. From its ancient ramparts the
people of France will see the last of
the stalwart doughboys that traversed
the Atlantic oceun to aid them in
suppressing the'expansion of Teutonic
autocracy, writes Louis Selbold, New
York World correspondent.
During the next eight or nine
months more than 1,000,000 of the
2,000,000 fighting men that were sent
by the United States to vindicate the
principles of democracy will find their
way through Brest back to their
homes. Consequently, the Brest that
knew the legions of Caesar and the
deeds of the Phoenicians will always
figure prominently In the historic nar
ratives of the soldiers who will em
bark to recount their deeds on Eu
ropean soil.
City Not Much to Look At.
Brest Is not very much to look at.
The most striking thing about it Is
its mud. It Is a sort of inud that
sticks to one's memory as well as to
one's clothes.
There Is no other mud in the world
like that of Brest. It Is always pres
ent, for, with the exception of a very
few days during the year, the low
ering skies of bleak Finisterre are
momentarily freshening up, because it
always seems to rain In Finisterre.
At first it Is dlsngreenble, this mud
of Brest, but, like other things in life,
familiarity breeds contempt for It and
Inures one to the disadvantages of
always having it nbout one's person.
One of the bravest spectacles to be
witnessed, with the mist that nearly
always conceals the sun and fertil
izes the mud, Is that provided by the
American girls, who now number sev
eral thousand, thut huve come over
seas to administer to the wants of
the American boys who have come to
fight for America's principles. Some
of these girls, gently reared and more
accustomed to luxuries thnn to pri
vation, have become so accustomed to
the mud that it is difficult to dis
sociate them from memory of It.
Recalls the Golden Gate.
Brest is a natural port. This is
the precise term employed by the
technical men of the urmy and navy.
Coming In from the Atlantic, trans
ports eastern bound enter the grim
rocked harbor, whose outside aspects
are not dissimilar to those of the
Golden Gate at San Francisco. It is
a valuable marine terminus, which
the French have used for many cen
turies In which to shelter from the
depredations of the hostile fleets that
preyed upon Its commerce.
There is deep water through the
gate and In the harbor Itself, which
spreads fanlike in an almost
plete oval, confined by ramparts that
rise from 100 to 800 feet along the
shore lines.
The United States engineers and
marlne experts, after comparing the
advantages of other harbors, decided
that Brest was best suited to the pur- !
pose of the western democracy asked
* rs
the population of the venerable ^
Breton town Is about 75,000. The ne I
and^it 8 intervals TblTtE!
times as much. But the influx of,
tle influence on the ancient burg.
The city's hotel accommoda lions
Just as primitive as they were a cen- !
tury ago, with the exception that there j
are now electric lights Instead of tal- :
an elevator which groans under the
weight of two persons.
Other thnn that things
much as they were before,
forms and customs prevail
to the inconvenience of the
Amerieun and provide excellent
terlal for moving picture artists,
water supply—the one paramount
problem to be solved by the Amerieun
engineers—Is obtained by
Brest as they have provided at Ha
vana and Manila nearly precipitated a
Why Waste Useful Material?
A new sewerage system was all
right In its way, declared the lending
citizens of Brest, whose ancestors
back to the time of the Roman
but what wns the good of wasting
good fertilizer material through the
introduction of modern sanitary de- j
V . ... lu
< onfronted with this problem which
they were not able to answer to the j
satisfaction of Brest, the American
engineers, holding the advantages of |
are pretty
There is no sewerage Rys
The suggestion of making one for
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charge or tiie German troops ûeîenuïiig the
Argonne forest, had his headquarters In tills boombproof shelter protected
by walls of cement.
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Prince Max, who was in
the liarhor to be of commanding Im
portance, decided to establish the em
barkation and rest camps outside of
the town.
They worked wonders in doing so,
and despite the mnnifest discomforts
of daily rains and perpetunl mud
they hnve in Pountanezen provided a
half-way station between the battle
front and home which Is second to
none in the world. Pountanezen Is
nbout seven or eight miles outside of
the town itself. Its present cupncity
is about 40,000. Within three months
it will have been expunded to tuke
care of 120,000.
The embarkation hospltul nt Ker
huon, separated only a few hundred
yards from Pountanezen, will ulti
mately have a capacity for caring for
13,000 cases. It can now care for
between six and seven thousand. Both
plants are near completion. The plans
when finally worked out will provide
accommodations for three-fifths of the
military estatdlshment maintained by
the United Stntes on Europeun soil.
It is n gigantic task, this making a
new city for the care of both the sick
and well, hut It Is one thut the men
Intrusted with the work believe they
can accomplish under the most un
favorable circumstances.
As it assumes the form of Its chief
importance all European roads will
lead to Brest.
To Keep the Well Diverted.
The big thing, as the responsible
officials view it, Is to provide the
healthy men with diversion -to keep
them not only out of mischief but in
good spirits while waiting for trans
portation. Men who have been living
next door to death and constantly un
der the thunder of great guns are
finding life at detention nnd intern
ment camps rather uninteresting. It
is the purpose of the officials respon
sible for their welfare to keep them
occupied so that they will not miss
the tumult of war or brood too much
upon the delay of getting home.
Up to date the chief occupation of
the 40,000 men who are centered here
hns been confined to speculation as to
dates of departure and taking a close
up view of the few attractions of
ment is furnished by the fact that
there Is only one moving picture show
in the town. Severe restrictions arc
plBCed up ® n the ventureÄ of the
don 8 hho - vs in the nlK *'t life of the
Bnclent Uurg. The girls of Brest are
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j Brest.
Some Idea of the native entertnln
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',":jO n| y 128 Held Now, and These
Largely 1er Miner
The population of the Petit Ré
j quette represents thnt restless element
lu the army which, through the wenk
ness of excessive conviviality or a nnt
j Ural Instinct for wrongdoing
clnshed with the military police
| view of the fact that the fighting Is
Almost AM the Prleoner* Trace Their
Trouble to Being Absent Without
-Many of Them Have
Mighty Good War Records.
Parle.—The ancien, Petit Roquette
prison. In the Rue Roquette, Is n |
gloomy shelter for the unconventional :
casualties in the skirmishes between
the boys of our array and the temp
tntlons of Paris. • The fact that 128
American soldiers are Incarcerated
there Is not such a shock to our faith
In the character of our soldiers when
It Is considered lhat this Is only a
tiny group out of the 2,000,000 fight
ing men who came over.
(Chicago Tribune Correspondent.)

not particularly attractive. Their
faces are not lacking in qualities of
classical beauty, although their hands
and-feet are not the sort that inspire
the sonlptor or painter to reproduce
them In mud, marble or on canvas.
The military police keep a pretty
sharp eye on the men In Uutkl, and
the penulties for infractions of army
law are pretty severe.
The doughboys make light of the
mud, their well shod feet squash into.
It, and tlielr comfortable clothes re
sist the penetration of the mist that
floats over and around the Flnlsterrtf
peninsula. • There Is little or no dis
comfort from cold, because while
much further north thnn New York,
Brest catches the eastern end of the
Gulf stream, nnd the temperature
rarely falls below 35 and most fre
quently fluctuates between 45 und 55.
The men are well fed und comfort
ably housed. The mothers of some of
them would probably raise their
bands in horror at one or two features
of their daily life, but the health re
ports of the camp furnish substantial
I proof that the precautions taken by
the government are working out much
more satisfactorily than the regimen
inspired by home Influence.
The army and navy officials point
with pride to the fact that in one day
84.000 American troops debarked at
Brest, and that during the next day
8.000 were added to the total. This
means t/,at an aggregation of fighting
men one-hnK the size of the mobile
army of the United States four years
I ago was dumped Into the mud at
Brest by a convoy of the most im
pressive ships that ever sailed the
main—the Leviathan, Mount Wash
ington, President Grant, GeOrge
Washington, President Lincoln, La
France, Paris and the Lutetia.
Medical Regulations Rigid.
The medical regulations that prevail
In the chief American military de
barkation port are most rigid. No
soldier is permitted to enter or leave
the camp without a thorough exami
nation and when he receives his ticket
J to go aboard ship to go home he must
; be 100 per cent physically.
Arriving by train from Interior
points his clothing Is taken from him
and Is subjected to a process that
precludes the possibility of Infection
or insect life. He gets a complete
new outfit and muny other convenl
ences that were not possible while
he was up near the fighting line.
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few hnve fallen lnt <> trouble In search
of relaxation and
Also It must bo remembered
boys come from
an unmllltary coun
try and the discipline In this rigid
army lg not yet old enough to have
placed a Restraining Impress on the
soldiers whose work In the trenches
Is over.
Almost all the prisoners trace their
trouble to being absent without leave.
Having overstayed lenve or left their
outfit without leave, the boys fear to
go back. Absence without leave— "A
| passes »orgery oi
Many of the prisoners hnve a mighty
good war record, some wearing wound
stripes, and several having battled glo
riously with one or another of
the shock divisions that were always
In the thick of things.
One tall, llght-hnlred boy hud
away to Paris for n holiday after be
ing III a hospital several weeks and
unnhlo to spenk above n whisper, due
to being gassed In the Argonne. He
enlisted when sixteen, nnd 1ms n rec
ord any man jtilght bo proud of, but
he go! 11 red of restraint and now Is
In lln> gloomiest prison lie ever saw
because be became Involved In the
use of forged passes.


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