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Irr-. . Ill !" ! I Carolyn : of the Corners RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT ICopvrijhl. ll. by Dodd, MH 4 Couiixnjr, Idc.) CHAPTER VIII. Chet Oormley Tellt Some New. It mil when she eame In slpht of tbe 1'nrlow plneo on Monday sftor noini. she anil Prince, that Carolyn Hy bethought her of the very bent pjrwin In the world with whom to nrt- Tlsr HI'"" the tin inn ii low ipii'st lin which so troubled her. Who could he more Interested In the ftspplncss of Miss Amanda than Mr. Pirliiu himself? The little jrlrl had been jrolnR to call o Miss Amanda. Aunty Roee had ulil Oie mlirht and Mlaa Amanda had tBTltiil her "specially." But the thouirht of tnklngr the old (trpenter Into her confidence and ad Tinlni: with him delayed that visit. Mr. Pirlow was buay on some piece of nblni't work, hut he nodded briskly to the little jrlrl when ahe came to the door of the ahop and looked In. "Are you very buay, Mr. Harlow?" the asked him after a watchful tnln ite or two. "My handa be. Car'lyn May," aald tbe carpenter In hla dry voice. "Oh!" "But I kin listen to ye and I kin tilk." "Oh. that's nice! Did yon hear ibout what happened yesterday?" "Eli?" he queried, eying her qulsr.l- ally. "Doea anything ever happen on Sunday?" "Something did on this Sunday." tried the little girl. "Didn't you hear ibout the snake?" "What d'ye mean snake?" Ami then little Carolyn May ex plained. She told the story with such tsrnestness that he stopped working to listen. "Humph!" WU his grunted com ment lit the end. "Weill" Don't you think that was real ex- ritinc?' Baked Carolyn May. "And Jnt Me how It almost brought my I'ncle .loo nnd your Miss Aiimnda to- ftthcr. Don't you see?" Mr. l'nrlow nctuiilly Jumped. "What's that you any, child?" he rasped oii grimly. "Bring Mundy and Joe BtatS lnRethi-r? Well, I guess not !" Oh, Mr. Purlow, don't you think that would be Just be-a-you-tl-ful?" cried the little girl with a lingering emphasis upon-the most Important nnl "Don't you sec how happy they wiyild he?" I don t know as anybody's per- tlc'lnr anxious to aee that daughter of mine nnd Joe Staff friendly again. No good would come of It." Carolyn May looked at him sorrow- folly. Mr. I'arlow had quite disap pointed her. It was plain to be Been that he was not the right one to ad viae with about the matter. The little fir! sighed. "I really did a'poae you'd want to we Mlsa Amanda happy, Mr. I'arlow,',' Ihe whispered. "Happy? Bah !" snarled the old inn a. setting vigorously to work again. He acted as if he wished to any no mofp ami let the little girl depart without another word. Carolyn May really could not under stand It at least ahe could not 1m- Bedlately. That Mr. I'arlow might have a self- Mi reason for desiring to keep hla finghter and Joseph Ktagg apart did I enter the little girl's mind. After that Sunday walk, however, 'rfil.vn May was never ao much 'raid of her uncle as before. Why, ft had even culled Prince "good dog !" 'roly Mr. Joseph Stugg waa being ransforiiied If slowly. He could not deny to himself that, a certain extent, he wna enjoying he presence of his little niece at The rners. If he only could decide Just Fhat to do with the personal property hi sister Hannah iinil her huslmnd lown In the New York apartment. "'r iii his life had he been so long I reining a question. He had really loved Hannah. He hew It now. did Joseph Itagg, every line he looked at the lovely little hlld wlio hull come to live with him I'lie Corners, Why! Just so had hnnah looked when she was a little , Inn The same deep, violet eyes and fu""V hair and laughing lips Mr. Singg sometimes actually found icili. tlou of Ihe cheerful figure of Hannah's Cnriyn" coming between fia and the big ledger over which he Pent so him ii v of his waking hours. Once he looked up from the ledger a on a Saturday morning and NHy did see the bright ngure of the m- girl standing before hlra. It h no dream or fnncv. for old Jlimnv. F at, suddenly shot to the topmost " :ipiitlliiig with wild uhuudon. f'nee was nnslnir alonir at Carol vn Py'i ilde. 'HIimh me!" croaked Mr. Stugg. rst dog of voura. Ciirivn May. will '' Jimmy a conniption fit yet What WU want down herer' Carolyn May told him. A man had come to the house to buy a cow and Aunty Hose had sent the little flrt down to tell Mr. Btngg to come home and "drive his own bargain." "Well, well," said Mr. Htagg, lock ing the ledger In the safe, "I'll hustle right out and tend to It. Don't see why the man couldn't have watted till noontime. Hey, you, Chetl Look out for the store. Don't have any fooling. And - "Oh, oncle! may I stay, too? Me and i Prince ?" cried Carolyn May. "We'll he good," "Pshaw I Yea, If you want to," re sponded Mr. Stagg, hurrying away. "My! your uncle's chnngln' more and more, ain't he?" remarked Ohet, the optimistic. "He does sometimes almost laugh, Car'lyn. I never see the heal of It!" "h, Is he?" cried Ihe llttie child. "Is he looking up more? Do you think he Is, Chet?" "I positively do," Chet assured her. "And he hasn't iilwnys got his nose In that old ledger?" "Well I wouldn't say that ho neg lected business, no, ma'am," sold the hoy honestly. "You see, we men have got to think of business mostly. Hut he sure Is thlnkln' of some other things too yu-ns, Indeedyl" "What things, Chef?" Carolyn May asked anxiously, hoping that Uncle Joe had shown some recovered Inter est In Miss Amanda and that Chet had noticed it. "Why well Now, you see, there's that house you used to live In. You know about that?" "What about It. Chet?" the little girl asked rather timidly. "Well. Mr. Stagg ain't never done nothln' about It. He ain't Bold It, nor sold the furniture, nor nothln'. You know, Car'lyn May. your folks didn't leave you no money." "Oh! Didn't they?" cried Carolyn May, greatly startled. "No. You eee, I henrd all about it Mr. Vlckers, the lawyer, came In here one day and your uncle read a letter to hlra out loud. I couldn't help but hear. The letter was from another lawyer and 'twaa alt about you and Volir Consents. I henrd It nil" snlil I the quite Innocent Chet "And Sir. Vlckers says: '80 the child hasn't anything of her own, Joe?'" Chet weut on. "And your uncle says: Not a dollar, 'cept what I might sell thst furniture for.' And he hasn't sold It yet I know. He Just can't make up his mind to aell them things that was your mother's, Cnriyn May," added the boy, with a deeper Insight Into Mr. Stagg's character than one might have given him credit for pos sessing. Hut Cnrolyn May had heard BOOM news that ininle her suddenly oiilet mid she was giad a customer 1 nme into store Just then to ilrnu 'hel (ionii- J ley's attention. The child hnd never thought before , nbollt how the gooil things of life i' 1 to her her food, clothes' unil lodging. But now fhet Oonnley'i chattering had given her a new view of the facts 1 of the case. There had been no money left to spend for her needs. l'nc Joe waa Just keeping her out of charity! "And Prince, too," thought Ihe little .girl, wlih 11 lump in her throat "Ho hasn't got any more home than 11 rab bit ! And I'ncle Joe don't really like dogs not evei now. "Oh, dear me!" pursued Carolyn May. "H'b awful hard to he an of plum. But to be a poor orphan Just a charity one Is s whole lot worse, I guess. I wonder If I ought to sMty wjth Uncle Joe' and Aunty Hose and make them so much trouble?" The thought bit deep Into the llttie girl's very Impressionable mind. She wished to he alone and to think over this really tragic thing that faced her the ugly fact that she was a "charity child." "And you're a charity dog, Prince Cn moron," she said aloud, looking down at the mongrel who walked se dately beside her along, the country road. The httje girl had loitered along tbe rond until It was now dinner time. Indeed, Aunty Hose would have had the meal on the table twenty minutes earlier. Mr. Stagg had evidently re mained at The Corners .0 foil the cow and cat dinner' too thus "killing two birds v.lth one stone." And here Carolyn May and Prince were at Mr. I'srlow's carpenter shop, Just as the old man was taking oil his apron preparatory to going In to Ins dinner. When Miss Amanda was away nursing, the carpenter ate ut a neigh bor's table. Now Miss Amanda appeared 00 the side porch. "Where are you going, Utile girl?" she asked, smiling. "Home to Aunty Hose," said Carolyn May bravely. "But 1 guess I'm late for dinner." "Don't you want to come In 1 out with im, Carolyn May? Your own din ner will be cold." "oh, may I?" cried the little girl. omehbw she did not feel that she Could face I'ncle Joe Just now with this new thought thai Chet (ionn ley's words IihiI put Into her heart. Then she hesitated, wllh her hand on the gate latch. "Will thvre DO some scrnps for Prince?" she asked. "Or bones?" "I believe l DM ld something for Prince," Miss Amanda replied. "I owe him more than one good dinner, I guess, for killing Unit snake. Come In and we will see." Carolyn May thought Hint Miss Amanda, In her house dress and rullleil apron, with BleeveS turned buck above her dimpled, brown elbows, waa pret tier than evar Wr eb-rfl ,.l.rvu. trnns quite enlivened Carolyn May again. MI think you are lovely, Miss Amnn rin," she said as she helped wipe the "I Think You -Are Lovely, Mlse Arrlnda."' dishes after the carpenter had gone back to the shop. "1 shall always love you. 1 guess that anybody who ever did love you would keep right on doing sn till they died ! They Just couldn't help It !" "Indeed?" said the woman, laughing. "And how about you, Chicken Little? Aren't you universally beloved too?" "Oh, I don't expect so, Miss Aman da," said the child. "1 wish I waa." "Why aren't you?" "I I Well, 1 guess It's Just be cause I'm not," Carolyn May said des perately. "You see, after all, Miss Amanda, I'm only a charity child." "Oh, my child!" exclaimed Mlns Amanda. "Who told you thut?" "I 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 such a thing?" "Oh, not He's Just an good as he can be. But of .course he doesn't like children. You know he doesn't. And he .lust 'humiliates dogs! "So, you see," added the child, "I om charity. I'm not like other girls that's got papas ami mammas. 'Course I knowed that before, hut it didn't seem seem so hard as it does now," Bat confessed with a sob. "My dear! iny dear!" cried Miss Amanda, dropping 011 her knees beside the little girl, "don't talk so! 1 know your uncle must love you." "Oh, Miss Mnndy !" gasped Carolyn Muy, "don t you s'pose he loves other folks, too? You know folks he'd be gun to love ever so long ago?" The woman's smooth cheeks burned suddenly and she stood up. "I'm 'most sure he'd uever Btop lov ing u person if he'd once begun to love 'em," said Carolyn May, with u high opinion of the lintlil ulness of Uncle Joe s character." ','Do you want to kJiow If your I'ncle Joe tores you?" she asked Carolyn May at Inst. "Do you?" "Oh, I do!" cried the llttie girl. "Then ask him," advised Miss Amanda. "That's the only way to do with Joe Stugg. if you wunt to get at the truth. Out with It, square, and ask him." "I will do It," cnrolyn May suld se riously. After the child had gone the woman wetil back into the little cottage and her coiiiitenuiice did not wear the fare well smile that Carolyn .May hud looked liack to see. Gripping ut her heart was the old pain she hnd suffered years before and the conflict that had seared her mind so long ago was roused again. "Oh, Joe! Oh, Joe! How could you?" she moaned, rocking herself to aad fro. "How could you?" That very night the first snow flurry of the season drove against the we.-1 window panes of the big kitchen at the Stagg Imiiiii Mead. It was at supper time. "I declare fori," Mid Mr. Stagg, "I gUOM winter's onto us, Aunty Uose." This snow did not amount to inucji ; it Wat, little more than a boat frost, as Mr. Stagg said. This might be, how ever, the last chance for n Sunday walk In the wihuIs for some time luel Carolyn May did not propose to mini It. I On Ibis day she earnestly desired lo gii him off by himself, for bOt' heart was filled with a great purpose, She leli that ilii must come to tin understanding. on lids pniilcuhtr occasion Undo Jot snt down upon the log by list brook where Miss Auundii hud oQOO Hat. Carolyn May stoWl before hlin. "Am I just a charity orphan? Didn't my papa Leave any money a tall for me? Did you tiiku me Just out of charity?" "Bless me!" gasped the hurdware dealer. "I I wish you'd answer me, Undo Joe," went on Carolyn May wllh n bravo effort to beep Grab crying. Joseph Hlarg WSJ too blunt a per son to see his way tu dodging tho Question, "Hum! Weil. Ill tell you, Car'lyn May. There Isn't much left, and (hut's a fuel. II isn't your father's fault. He Ihoiight there was plenty. Hut a husl iichs he invested in got Into hud hands mill the little nest egg he'd laid up for his futility wus lost." "Then then I am jtist charity. And so's Prince," whispered Carolyn May. "I I s'pose we could go lo the pisir house, Prince and ine; hut (hey mayn't like dogs I here. You're real nice to me, ynele Joe; hut Prince and me we really are n nuisance to you." The man stared nl her for 11 moment In alienee, bill the flush that dyed his cheeks was u flush of shame. "Doni jini like it any more here with Annly Rose and and me?" he demanded, "Oh, yes! Only only, Uncle Joe, I don't want to stay, If we're a nuisance, Prince and 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 yoti know 1 don't love you, Carolyn Muy?" "Why why But, Uncle Joe! how do 1 know you do love me?" demanded the little gli I, "Vou never (bid me so !" The startled, man sank upon the log ngaln. "Well, mnybe thal's so," he mur mured. "I s'pose It Isn't my way to be very- very softlike. Bui listen here, Carijn May." "Yes, sir." "I nlni likely to tell yon very fre quently how much I I think of you. Ahem! Hut you'd better stop worrying about such things as money and the like. What I've got comes pretty near belonging to you. Anyway, unless I have to go hi the poorhouse myself, I reckon you needn't worry about going," and he coughed again dryly. "As far as loving you Well. I'll admit, under cross-examination, that I love you." "Dear Uncle Joe!" she sighed ecs tatically. "I don't mind if I am charity. Ns? M" "If You tove Me It Takes All the Stlnr Out" If you love me, It lakes all the sting out. And I'M help to make you happy, too!" (To be continued ) o NOT SPAIN OF OLD GLORIES Country's Life Just One Plot After Another, Fsnnsd by German Hot Air, Declsrtt Writer. The Spain of todsy Is not the Spain of your tradition or your Imagination. It Is remote from being Ihe colorful and romantic domain which wus once the mainspring of great udventiire and the Inspiration of poet and painter. The glories of Velasquez and Ccr- vantes base not been revived In our day. writes Isaac V. Murcosson In the Siiwrilay Kvenlng Post. She presents the spectacle of sad 1 contrast with s departed splendor. 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