PAGE 6iX . V ... .THE INDEPENDENCE ENTERPRISE, INDEPENDENCE, OREGON, ,' !
Rioljn r oi ' Me
Corners
BY RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT
Copyright, 1918. by Podd, Mend ft Company, In,
; LOOK UP!
You will feel better- for
having known Carolyn of the
Corners. She is a lovable
little girl, who not only
preaches but practices the
gospel of "looking up" and
always making things "a
wee bit better." To become
acquainted with her is like
letting in the sunshine and
looking up at the blue
sky. You will want to fol
low. Carolyn through this
story after you have read
the opening chapter. '
- CHAPTER I.
The Ray of Sunlight
Just as the rays of the afternoon
sun hesitated to enter the opea door
of Joseph Stagg's hardware store in
Sunrise Cove and lingered on the sill,
so the little girl In the black frock
and hat, with twin braids of sunshiny
hair on her shoulders, hovered at the
entrance of tlie dim and dusty place.
She carried a satchel in one hand,
while the fingers of the other were
hooked into the rivet-studded collar of
a mottled, homely mongrel dog.
"Oh, dear rne, Prince, !" sighed .the
little girl, "this must be the place.
We'll just have to go in. Of course I
know he must be a nice man; but he's
such a stranger."
Her feet faltered over the door sill
and paced slowly down the shop be
tween long counters. She saw no clerk.
At the back of the shop was a small
office flosed in with grimy windows.
The uncertain visitor and her canine
companion saw the shadowy figure of
a man inside thd office, sitting on a
uign siooi ana oem aoove a uig leugur.
ri'i. .. .1 . i . , ...... . f- . -1 .n,v.t
else. . -
In the half darkness of the shop he
and his little mistress came unexpect
edly upon what Prince considered his
arch-enemy. There rose up on the end
of the counter nearest the open office
door a big, black tomcat whose arched
back, swollen tail and yellow eyes
blazed defiance. " ;
"Ps-s-st ye-ow !"
The rising yowl broke the silence of
the shop like a trumpet call. The little
girl dropped her bag and seized the
dog's collar with both hands.
"Prlnce-1" she cried, "don't you speak
to that cat don't you dare speak
to it 1"
"Bless me!" croaked a voice from
the office. '-
The tomcat tittered a second "ps-s-st
ye-ow !" and shot up a ladder to the
top shelf.
"Bless me!" repeated Joseph Stagg,
taking off his eyeglasses and leaving
them in the ledger to mark his place.
"What have you brought that dog In
here for?" S
He came to the office door.
"I I didn't have any place to leave
him," was the hesitating reply.
"Hum! Did your mother send you
for something?"
"No-o, sir," sighed the little visitor.
At that moment a more daring ray
of sunlight found its way through the
transom over the store door and lit up
the dusky place. It fell upon the
slight, black-frockcd figure and for an
Instant-touched the pretty head as
with an aureole.
"Bless me, child !" exclaimed Mr.
Stagg. "Who are you?"
The flowerlike face of the little girl
quivered, the blue eyes spilled big
drops over her cheeks. She approached
Mr. Stagg, stooping and squinting in
the office doorway, and placed a timid
hand upon the broad band of black
crerje he wore on his coatsleeve.
"You're not Hannah's Car'lyn?"
tpiestloned the hardware dealer huskily.
"I'm Car'lyn May , Cameron," she
confessed. "You're my Uncle Joe. I'm
very glad to see you, Uncle Joe, and
and I hope you're glad to see me
and Prince," she finished rather fal-
"Bless me !" murmured the., man
again.
Nothing so startling as this had en
tered Sunrise Cove's chief "hardware
emporium" for many and many a year.
Hannah Slagg, the hardware mer
chant's only sister, had gone away
from home quite fifteen years previ
ously. Mr.Stagg had never seen Han
nah again; but this slight, blue-eved,
sunny-haired girl was a replica of his
sister, and In some dusty corner of Mr.
Stagg's heart there dwelt a very faith
ful memory of Hannah. '
Nothing had served to, estrange the
brother save time and' distance.
'Hannah's Car'lyn," muttered Mr"
Stagg again.. "Bless me, Child ! how
did you get Jiere from New York?'! 9
"On the cars, uncle. You see, Mr.
Price thought I'd better come. He says
you are my guardian it's in papa's
will and would have been so in mam
ma's will,"' if she'd made one. Mr.
Price put me on the train and the con
ductor took care of me.
"Who is Mr. Trice?" the storekeeper
asked.
"He's a lawyer. He's written you
a long letter about it. It's iu my bag,
Didn't you get the telegram he sent
you last evening, Uncle Joe? A 'night
letter, he called it'
"Never got it," replied Mr. Stagg
shortly
"Well, you see. when papa and mam
ma had to go away so suddenly they
left me with the Prices. I go to school
with Edna Price and she slept with me
at night In our flat after tho Duura
ven sailed."
"But what did this lawyer send
you up here for?" asked Mr. Stagg.
The question was a poser and Caro
lyn May stammered: "I I Don't
guardians always take their little girls
home and look out for them?"
"Hum I don't know." .The hard
ware merchant mused grimly. "I I
guess we'd bettor go up to The Corners
and see what Aunty Hose has to say
about It. You understand, I couldn't
really keep you if she says 'No !' "
"Oh, Uncle Joe, couldn't you?"
"No," he declnrod, wagging his head
decidedly. "And what she'll say to
that dog
."Oh !" Carolyn May cried again, and
put both arms suddenly about the neck
of her canine friend. "Prince is. just
tho best dog, Uncle Joe."
Mr. Stagg shook his head doubtfully,
Then he went into the office and shut
the big ledger into the safe. After
locking the safe door, he slipped the
key into his trousers pocket aud
glanced around the store,
"I'd like to know where that use
less Gorraley boy Is now," muttered
Mr. Stagg.
"Chetl Hey! you diet !"
To Carolyn May's amazement and to
the utter mystification of Prince, a sec
tion of the floor under their feet began
to rise. -
"Oh, mercy me !" squealed the little
girl, and she horped off the trapdoor;
"Oh! Who Is That Lady, Uncle Joe?
but the dog uttered a quick, threaten
ing growl and put his muzzle to the
widening aperture.
"Hey ! call off that dog !" begged a
muffled voice from under the trapdoor.
"He'll eat me up, Mr. Stagg."
"Lie down, Prince !" commanded
Carolyn May hastily. "It's only a boy:
You know you like boys, Prince," she
urged.
"Come on up out o' that cellar, Cbct.
I'm going up to Tho Corners with my
little niece Hannah's Car'lyn. This
is Clietwood Gormley. If he ever stops
growin' longitudinally mebbe he'll be
a man some day and not a giant. You
stay right here and tend store while
I'm gone, Chet."
Carolyn May could not help feeling
some surprise at the finally revealed
proportions of Chetwood Gormley. He
was lathlike and gawky, with , very
prominent upper front teeth, which
gave a sort of bow-window appearance
to his wide mouth. But there was a
good-humored twinkle in the over
grown boy's shallow eyes ; and, if un
couth, he was kind.
"I'm proud to know ye, Car'lyn," he
said. He stepped quickly out of the
way of Prince when the latter started
for the front of the store. '
Once out of the shop in the sunlit
street, the little girl breathed a sigh
of relief. Mr. Stagg, peering down at
her sharply, asked :
"What's the matter?"
"I I Your shop is awful dark,
Uncle Joe," she confessed. "I can't
seem to look up in there."
"'Look up?'" repeated the hard
ware dealer, puzzled.
"Yes, sir. My papa says never to got
in any place where you can't look up
and see something brighter and bet
ter ahead," said Carolyn May softly,
"lie says that's what makes life worth
living." ,-,
"Oh, he does, does he?" grunted Mr.
Stagg.
He noticed the heavy bag in her
hand and took it from her. Instantly
her released fingers stole into his free
hand. Mr. Stagg looked down at tho
Uttlo hand in his palm, somewhat
startled and not a little dismayed.
The main street of Sunrise Cove on
this warm afternoon was not thronged
with shoppers. Not many people no
ticed the tall, shambling, round-shouldered
mau In rusty Mack, with the pe
tite figure of the child and tho mon
grel dog passing that way, though a
few Kile shopkeepers looked after the
trio in surprise. But when Mr. Stagg
and his companions turned. Into the
pleasantly shaded street that led out
of town towards The Corners whore
was the Stagg homestead Carolyn
May noticed her uncle; become sud
denly flustered. Slio'saw the blood
flood into his face and neck, and sho
felt his hand loosen as though to re
lease her own. The little girl looked
ahead curiously nt the woman who was
approaching. m
She was not n young woman that
is, not what the child would call young.
Carolyn May thought she was very
nice looking tall and robust. Her
brown eyes Hashed an Inqutrlng glance
upon Carolyn May, but sho did not
look at Mr. Stagg, nor did Mr. Sta
look at her.
"Oil ! who is that lady, Uncle Joe?"
asked the little girl when they were
out of earshot.
"Hum !" Her uncle's throat seemed
to need clearing. "That that is Man
dy Parlow Miss Amanda Parlow," he
corrected himself with dignity.
The flush did not soon fade out of
his face as they went on in silence.
It was half a mile from Main street
to The Corners. There was tall tim
ber nil about Sunrise Cove, which was
built along the shore of a deep Inlet
cutting in from the great lake, whose
blue waters sparkled as far ns one
might see towards the south and west.
Uncle Joe assured Carolyn May when
she asked him, that from the highest
hill In sight one could see only the
lake and the forest clothed hills aud
valleys.
"There's lumber camps all about,
Mebbe they'll Interest you. Lots of
building going on all the time, too."
He told her, ns they went along, of
the long trains of cars and of the
strings of barges going out of the Cove,
all laden with timber and sawed
boards, rnillstuffs, ties and telegraph
poles.
They came to the last house in the
row of dwellings on this street, on the
very edge of the town. Carolyn May
saw that attached to Jhe house was a
smaller building, facing the roadway,
with a wide-open door, through which
she glimpsed benches and sawed lum
her, while to her nostrils was wafted
a most delicious smell of shavings.
"Oh, there's a carpenter shop!" e
claimed Carolyn May. "And Is that
the carpenter, Uncle'Joe?"
A tall old man, Jean-faced and close
ly shaven, with a hawk's-beak nose
straddled by a huge pair of silver
bowed spectacles, came out of the
shop at that moment, a jackknife in
his hand. He saw Mr. Stagg and,
turning sharply on his heel, went in
doors again. r
"Who is he, Uncle Joe?" repeated
the little girl. "And, if I asked him,
do you s'pose. he'd give me some of
those nice, long, curly shavings?"
"That's Jed Parlow and he wouldn't
give j-ou any shavings; especially
after having seen you with rne," -said
the hardware merchant brusquely.
The pretty lady whose name was
Parlow ahd the queer-looking old car
penter, whose name was likewise Par
low, woujd neither look at Uncle Joe !
Even such a little girl as Carolyn May
could see that her uncle and the Pai
lows were not friendly.
By and by they came in sight of The
Corners a place where another road
crossed this one at right angles.
In one corner was a white church
with a square tower and green blinds.
In another of the four corners was set
a big store, with a covered porch all
across the front, on which were shel
tered certaiu agricultural tools.
There was no sound of life at The
Corners save a rhythmic "clank, clank,
clank" from the blacksmith shop on
tho third corner. A
On the fourth corner of the cross
roads stood the Stagg homestead a
wide, low-roofed house of ancient ap
pearance, yet in good repair. Neat
ness was the keynote of all about the
place.
"Is this where you live, Uncle Joe?"
asked Carolyn May breathlessly. "Oh.
what a beautiful big place! It seems
awful big for me to live in !"
Mr. Stagg had halted at the gatt
and now looked down upon Carolyn
May with perplexed brow. "Well,
we've got to see about that first," ht
muttered. "There's Aunty Hose " .
Mothers of France
Mothers oC Fnu.oo-wo soml our to
Tho Bliliw CO out from mom e;p"
Jionrlni' with thorn tho hop ft our yomitf
Tlint'lthiV iny Btttn.1 In buttle hI.Io by
AVlthtlwsi your sons, who dl w',u
for Kruneo.
Wo nlmll not bo loss brave than you hftvo
With patient hearts wo pay tho jnico you
And wait our gons-but Jiomo will not
como home,
Nor Blmil wo over know whore they tiro
luUl.
Remember us-for we lire mothers, too
When fair pem o gilds your luml, end pop
ples grow
Over your battloflolilB. Vo nut fowl
Our sons, whoso iillen graves wo ilu not
know.
Tend thou our homelesn dona mothers ot
Franco.
Anne Uumier, in Everybody s WK'i-zliio.
Carolyn and Prince make the
acquaintance of Aunty Rose,
and the latter's attitude Is not
very reassuring to the lonely
little girl. Carolyn's first ex
. peKences in her new home are
told in the next installment
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
It Is difficult to judge a woman bj
the things she doesn't say.
Nearly All Undersea Boats
Are Equipped With Kitchens
Where Cook Prepares Meals
In tho earlier Mibnmrtiu-s no pro
vision was made for cooking the men's
meals. Everything had to bo cuton
cold.
This did not matter so very much
when these craft wero quite pmall,
with ft correspondingly email radius of
action,
But when larger undersea boats
camo to be built, the provision of prop
erly cooked hot meals became ft press
ing necessity.
So now, says n writer In IYurfwm's
"Magazine, all but the very oldest types
of Hubimirlnes are tilted with n Hiuall
galley, no bigger than n very moderate-sized
cupboard, where tho rook
has just room to stand In front of his
doll's house store. This latter U elec
trically heated, in order that the al
ready oppressive air may not bo fur
ther vitiated by smoke or fumes.
The menu on board n .submarine Is
not varied, consisting mostly of stew,
with an occasional "mtigup" of salt
fish for a change, and plenty of strong,
piping-hot coffee to chase away sleep
from tho tired eyelids.
Meals are eaten out of aluminum
dishes in collapsible mess-tables when
the vessel is submerged. When the
submarine Is running on the surface
her crew usually prefer to take their
plates of stew on deck, and the North
sea attends to its salting for them.
COOKINQ TE3T8 TUB 6C0UT.
Tho wuy to u mntx'u heart In through
' M stomach. Tho putu to on nr.y
trnvo lies nlomr tho nmo route. A
1 M-out who cannot cook can hardly
I claim to bo a nit at nlU
I As tin' chief mm acout 0nyst "One
J fairly good cook Id worth mora than
! four (tick carpenters."
To many a boy tho first experlenco
In cookln comes through his prepara
tion for tho Hoeond-chtNH cooking test
I ll may have rousted corn on a atlck
' or steamed a few clttms In a bucket
1 or burned a few ttpmls In an opon lire.
Hut tho scout cookluif tout, If prop
' crly emphasised, will holp him to aeo
I ,,. ,.,.,ainir U vitally relntod to hu
man llfo and essential to human hap
piness und etueleney.
Even In so slmplo a meal aa.tho
quarter of a pound of meat and two
potatoes of tho scout test many mis
takes may bo at ado, ami tho acout
should know how to avoid all of them.
Many a professional cook futla ut
terly w hen asked to prepare a meal la
tho open without tho kitchen equip
ment to which ho hits beeoino accus
tomed. Tho scout must bo read to
meet all emergencies.
LEARNING! FIELD TELEGRAPHY.
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if mm mi
KIDNEYS i:
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Hut Iosh merit, n1so inlu- f;f
' luTtlkl'jist.
r u no. hi in iiimii ,
itcys, thoy bwoomo morwnPj!
WlUHglflh, HcltO. ttlld feel lil,., 1
lead. Tito urltio bnooinen cloud
ifmiiii-i , hi iiuuMi, ami ymt e
obliged to sock relb-t two
tune dttrliiK tint nlht. y
kldnoya eloK you mtmt hHi ii
on mu mmy a urinous wuhIij
bo a real Hick person shortly,
von fool a dull nilxi'i-u in ii.
region, you surfer from bm luu
hottiUtcho, dizziness, tirm li
tuiiKUO coatod a ml you IVi.I x'
twinges wlitui th wonthrr Is
Kat less moat, tlrluk lots at
also got from nny phanmu i
ounces Of Jitd Hulls; lake u U,
ful In a glasa ot water beforo I r
for a few diiy sad your klduf
then act tint. This fauum
mado from tho acid of kiuih n n
on Jnico, combined with llil.m,
been v used fur goiiornthms t
rlogKod kidneys and Ktlmulnti
to normal activity, aim, to
tho adds in urine, so it no .n,
source of Irritation, thus i-mliifj
der weakness.
Jad Suits is lni'XMMiHlvi cufi
Jure; makes a delightful i-ttvty
ll'hiawater drink which c;
should tuko now ami then to lift
kidneys clean and Uw if:
hero say they sell lots of jaj f
folks whit believQ In ovrrcomi
liey trouble Wlillu U Is only
-Adv.
Baby Colds
rrouli Irf-atmrnt wiila i.m..lv i
turns no aul. IW i in.,.! '4
tH'O! ploiunnt to tu- A'.K yjur or,
1 UUfl
I'.yet inllimcil bf
liitcti) Su.l.iluMl
iiuickty irlicvrd l
Remedy.
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HINTS FOR ?
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POULTRY GROWERS
Tho beginner and the careless
should never nltompt midwinter hatch
ing. The care is extensive, the loss
great. One old In tho business de
clares that the beginner should put off
hatching until April and May, and the
weather then will help him. Winter
hatching pays best for the experienced
poultryninn who lives close to a good
paying broiler market, or the fancier
who wants show birds ready for tho
fall fairs. Also, it pays to hatch, If
you can do it successfully, some of tho
large, slow maturing breeds, such ns
Cochin or Bruhma, in January. These,
If not hatched until lnte April or May,
seldom come into laying until the next
April unless their owner knows how
to push pullets Into. laying successful
ly. If you hatch in January you must
not grumble if you get but a half
hatch, and some of these will be too
weak to live long against the time of
year, but this you know those that
do live and grow strong and hearty
must surely bring you profit early In
some manner. If you hatch in winter
you must have warm winter quarters
for your chicks. Poultrymen who sell
eggs for hatching purposes quite of
ten have all their own flocks hatched
some time before the call for hatching
eggs comes in, which is often not un
til in Atfrll.
Boy Scout Carrying Apparatus tor
Signalling In tho Field.
A GOOD SCOUT TROOP GONE.
It Is not often thnt thero is pleasure
in the preparation of an obituary no
tice. In the enso of ono troop which
has Just become defunct thero Is, how
ever, a peculiar satisfaction In not
ing Its timely end. Tho story Is con
tained In tho following letter from
Field Scout Executive Stephen M. Ma
jor of Chicago, III.:
"Troop ,No. ni2 of Chicago will not
bo registered this year, livery ono of
tho boys but one are In tho service.
This was a troop of older boys, and
when they como back they will ell bo
scoutmasters or assistant scoutmas
ters.
"Tho ono who Is not In tho service
j is not qulto old enough to get his por-
cuts' consent, but Is going to tcchnl
' cal school, so thnt tho minute bis
birthday arrives ho will bo roady."
lint l ye ('. !!.:
Your Dnigijiit or liy tn.nl 60r f
l or Rook al the fje Irre write
Murine f ye Uernndy Co., Cfc
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Are You Satisfied?
PF.HNKF. WAl '
HUMMUS Ct
1 Hia lilKKmt, niiwt in.ih.ily mi
Uumnenu Tralnlnir Hi luxil In lint
wisdl. Kit yoimilf for n IiIkIht f
wlih more moiit-y. I'nriiiiunht D
UHxnri-d our JrdttntPB. i
Write fur calutuu Kourth and T -Portland.
I
One Way of Escape.
"A woman marries a man who got
up and gave her his seat !g a street
car." Then tho only way for a man
to escapo Is" to poke his nose into his
newspaper when he hears tho rustle
of a skirt near his car seat.
Don't Live Up to Appellation.
"The trouble with lots of 'regular
fellows,' " observed tho almost phil
osopher, "Is that they aro oftentimes
irregular In their habits."
Total Value of 1918 Food
Crop in France Falls Below
Amount Produced Last Year.
Despite an increase of 25 per cent
In wheat production, the total value
of the 1918 crop of cereals, beans and
potatoes in France Is less than that of
last year. This has been disclosed by
M. Boret, the French food controller,
of the chamber of deputies, In an ad
"It should be stated clearly," said
M. Boret, "that the total nutrition
Value of the 1918 crop of cereals as
well as beans and potatoes in France;
Is below the total nutrition value of
these products for Jast year. The
wheat crop fortunately Is larger and
of better quality, but the maize, bar
ley, oats, beans and potato crops are
considerably smaller.
"The potato situation is particularly
grave, for whereas the nverageifor tho
last ten years is 12t000,000 long tons,
this year the potato crop will not ex
ceed 7,000,000 long tons. Despite this
shortage, we must supply tho allied
troops fighting in our land. We can
not possibly refuse this indispensable
food to English and American troops
who are constantly increasing in numbers.''
AM.KN'S KOOT-KASK IOK8 IT.
Whon your hws pinch or your (kirn and Bun
ions uch. ici-t Allcn'H Foot-Kime, the antiwiitlc
lowrir to be Hhiikcn into nhmn ami Hprinklt'l in
the foot-lmlh. (iivia inxtunt rclii'f to Tired, Ach
ing, Tender IVi't. Sample KKHK. Aildrns Allen
S. Olmated, Lvltoy, New York.
THE MAKING OF
A FAMOUS
MEDICINE
How Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound
Is Prepared For
Woman's Use.
The Latest Flag.
The latest addition to the fines of
nations is the standard of the new
Siberian republic. It Is plain white
and green, symbolizing the country's
gnowflelds and its virgin forests.
A visit to the laboratory where thla
successful remedy is made impresses
even the casual looker-on with the reli
ability, accuracy, skill and cleanliness
which attends the making of this great
medicine for woman's ills. --
Over 350,000 pounds of various herbs
are used anually and all have to be
gathered at the season of the yearwhen
their natural juices and medicinal sub
stances are at their best.
The most successful solvents are used
to extract the medicinal properties from
these hertts.
Every utensil and tank that comes tn
contact with the medicine is sterilized
and as a final precaution in cleanliness
the medicine is pasteurized and sealed
in sterile bottles."
It is the wonderful' combination of
roots and herbs, together with th
8 il- uad caro usea in its Preparation
which has made this famous medieina
so successful in the treatment of
female iWs.
The letters from women who have
reen restored to health by the use of
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound which we are continually pub
lishing attest to its virtue.
Hard to Beat Thlt. I
Women seem to bo more glvcf i )
"marrying habit" than men. k I
woman named Do Boer h;i t
"spliced" to no fewer than scvefl
cut husbands, and Is tho proud i
and stepmother of G8 children! w
her grandchildren number woji c
300.
Therefore, Be Cheerful
Depression, gloom, dark brc l
theso are the worn stonea In -':
scent to the inforno of Incomer!-'
holplessnosa, delayed victory, or i
ultimate defeat. This, wo l
true evermore in our imllvhiod
struggles. It Is Just as true h '
tions.WIHIam Allen Knight. I
Dally Thought.
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