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Newspaper Page Text1 THE INDEPENDENCE ENTERPRISE, INDEPENDENCE, OREGON. EIGHT P4 aroiyn oi the orners MM'BELMQPE ENDIOOTT COPYRIGHT -isio -Br " IODD. MEAD and COMPANY". CAROLYN AND PRINCE MAKE THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AUNTY ROSE, MR. STAGG'S HOUSEKEEPER Synopsis. Ilcr father and mother reported lost lit sea when the Dunraven, on which they had sailed for Europe, was sunk, Carolyu May- Cameron Hanuah's Carolyn is sent from New York to Jier bachelor uncle, Joseph Stacg at The Corners. Tho reception given her by her uncle Is not very enthusiastic. Aunty Rose dUl not even enillo. "Bless .nte!" Mr. Stapg exclaimed suddenly. "Whut's that ou tho mantel, Aunty Hose? That yaller letter?" . "A telegram for you, Joseph Stags,' replied tho old lady composedly Weill' muttered the hardware dealer, and Carolyn May wondered he were not afraid to express Just the emotion lie felt nt that Instant. HI face wns red and he cot up clumsily to secure the sealed niessaee. "Who brought it. and when? noon, CHAPTER I Continued 2 : A rolce calling, "Chuck! Chuck v-nucK-a-ehuck I" came from behind the old house. A few white-feathered fowls that had been in sight scurried wildly away In answer to the sum . mons. Mr. Stags, still looking at the little gin, set down the bag and reached for the dog's leash. The loop of the latter he passed around the gatepost x ten you what It Is, Car'lyn May. loud better meet Aunty Rose first alone, rve my fears about this mon grel." "Oh, Uncle Joe!" Quivered his niece. : 'Tou go ahead and get acquainted with her." urged Mr. Stagg. "She don't like dogs. They chase her chickens and run over her flower beds, Aunty Kose Is peculiar, I might say." "Oh, Uncle Joe !" repeated the little gin faintly. : "You've got to make her like you, If you want to live 'here," the hardware dealer concluded firmly. He gave Carolyn May a little shove up the path and then stood back and 'mopped his brow with his handker chief. Prince strained at the leash and whined, wishing to follow his little mistress. , i Mr. Stagg said : "You'd better keep mighty quiet, dog. If you want your home address to be The Corners, sing 'small!" Carolyn May did not hear this, but disappeared after the fowls around the corner of the wide, vlne-draned porch. The pleasant back yard was tun of sunshine. On the gravel path neyona the om well, with its long eweep ana Ducket, half a hundred chickens, some guinea's and a flock of turkeys scuffled for grain which was being thrown to them from an open pan. t -that pan was held In the plump .nana or a very dignified-looking won an, dressed In drab and with a eun bonnet on her head. Aunty Rose's appearance smote the little girl with a feeling of awe. ; There was no frown on her face; it was only calm, unruffled, unemo tional. It simply seemed as though nothing, either material or spiritual, could ruffle the placidity of Aunty Kose Kennedy. She came of Quaker stock and the serenity of body and spirit taught by tne sect bunt a wall between her and everybody else. "Child, who are you?" asked Aunty ttose witn some curiosity. The little girl told her name; but perhaps It was her black frock and hat that identified her In Aunty Rose's mind, after all. "You are Hannah Stagg's little girl," she said. "Yes'in if you please," Carolyn May confessed faintly. "And how came you here alone?" "If you please, Uncle Joe said I'd better prob'ly come ahead and get ac quainted with you first." " 'First?' What do you mean, 'first?' " asked Aunty Rose sternly. "First before you saw Prince," re sponded the perfectly frank little girl. "Uncle Joe thought maybe you , Wouldn't care for dogs." "Dogs!" 'ho, ma'am. And of course where I live Prince has to live too. So " , "So you brought your dog?" "Yes, ma'am." "Of course," said Aunty Rose com. posedly, "J expected you to come here. I do not know what Joseph Stagg ex- ljecieu. .l.ue i uiu not suppose you wouia nave a dog. Where is Joseph stagg-r "He he's coming." : "With the dog?" , "Yes, ma'am." Auuiy itose seemeu to take some time to digest this ; but she made no further comment in regard to the mat ter, only saying: "Let us go into the house, Car'lyn May. You must take off your hat and bathe your face and hands." Carolyn May Cameron followed the stately figure of Aunty Rose Kennedy into the blue-and-white kitchen of the old house, with something of the feel ing of a culprit on the way to the block. : Such a big kitchen as it was ! The little girl thought it must be almost as big ! as their whole apartment in Harlem "put together." The Kttle girl took off her plain black hat, shook back her hair and patted it smooth with her hands, then plunged her hands and face into the basin of cool water Aunty Roso had drawn for her at the sink. The dust was all washed away and a fresh glow came Into her flowerlike face. Aunty Kose watched her silently. Such a dignified, upright, unrespon sive woman as she seemed standing there! And so particular, neat and immaculate was this kitchen! Carolyn May, as she dried her face and hands, heard a familiar whine nt the door. It was Trince. She won dered if she had at all broken the ice for him with Aunty Rose. "Oh," the little girl mused. "I won der what she will say to a mongorel." CHAPTER II. Going to Bed. Mr. Stagg had fastened Prince's strap to the porch rail and he now staSS." she added with, perhaps, addi- he asked finally, having read the law yer's nlfjht letter. A boy. .This morninir." said Aunt ltose, utterly calm. "And I never -saw it this Biuuuucu mo Hardware dealer. iurs. Kennedy qutto ignored any suggestion or Impatience lu Mr. JStng voice or manner. Hut he seemed- to lose taste for his supper after rending the telegram. "Where 13 the letter that this Mr. race wrote and sent by you, Car' lyn?" ho asked as he was about to depart for the store, The little girl asked permission .to leave Uie table and then ran to open her bag. Mr. Stagg said doubtfully: "I s'pose you'll have to put her some wherefor the present. Don't see what else we can do, Aunty Rose." lou may be sure, Joseph Stagg, mat her room was ready for her weec ago," Mrs. Kennedy rejoined, quite unruffled. .the surprised hardware dealer gnrgled something in his throat "What room?" he finally stammered "That which was her mother's, Han nah Magg s room. It is. next to mine and she will come to no harm there." "Hannah's!" exclaimed Mr. Staeir, "Why, that ain't been slept la since she went away." "It is quite fit, then," said Aunty Rose, "that It should be used for her child. Trouble nothing about things that do not concern you, Joseph came In with the bag. "Is that all the child's baggage, Jo seph Stagg?" asked Aunty Rose, tak ing it from his hand. "Why why, I never thought to ask her," the man admitted. "Ilave you a trunk check, Car'lyn?" No, sir." They sent you up here with only that bag?" Mr. Stagg said with some exasperation. "Haven't you got any clothes but those you stand in?" "Mrs. Price said said they weren't suitable," explained the little girl. You see, they aren't black." "Oh!" exploded her uncle. "You greatly lack tact, Joseph Stagg," said Aunty Rose, and the hard ware dealer cleared his throat loudly as he went to the sink to perform his "Child, Who Are You?" Asked Aunty Hose With Some Curiosity. pre-supper ablutions. Carolyn May did not understand just what the woman meant "Ahem !" said Uncle Joe gTufliy. "S'pose I ought t've read that letter before. What's come of it, Car'lyn May?" But just then the little girl was so deeply Interested In what Aunty Rose was doing that she failed to hear him. Mrs. Kennedy brought eut of the pan try a tin pie plate, on which were scraps of meat and bread, besides a goodly marrow bone. "If you think the dog- Is hungry, Car'lyn May," she said, "you would better give him this before we break our fast" "Oh, Aunty Rose !" gasped the little girl, her sober face all a-smile. "He'll be de-llght-ed." She carried the pan out to Prince. When the door closed again, Mrs. Kennedy went to the stove and In stantly, with the opening of the oven, the rush of delicious odor from it made Carolyn May's mouth fairly water. Such flaky biscuit two great pans full of the brown beauties ! Mr. Stagg sat down at the table and actually smiled. The little girl took her Indicated place at the table timidly. "Joseph Stagg," said Aunty Rose. sitting down, "ask a blessing." Uncle Joe's harsh voice seemed sud denly to become gentle as he rever ently said grace. Mr. Stagg was in haste to eat and get back to the store. "Or that Chet Gormley will try to make a meal off some of the hardware, I guess," he said gloomily. "Oh, dear me, Uncle Joe !" exclaimed Carolyn May. "If he did that, he'd die of Indignation." "Huh? Oh! I guess 'twould cause Indigestion," agreed her uncle. tional sternness, Carolyn May did not hear this. She now produced the letter from her lawyer. "There it is, Uncle Joe," she said. il guess he tells you all about me in It." . . "Hum!" 6aid the hardware man, clearing his throat and picking up his hat. "I'll read it down at the store." "Shall shall I see you again to night, Uncle Joe?" the little girl asked wistfully. "You know, my bedtime's half-past eight." "Well, if you don't see mo tonight again, you'll be well cared for, I haven't a doubt," said Uncle Joe short ly, and went out i Carolyn May went soberly back to her chair. She did not eat much more. Somehow there seemed to be a big lump in her throat past which she could not force the food. As the dusk fell, the spirit of loneliness gripped her and the tears pooled behind her eyelids, ready to pour over her cheeks at the least "joggle." Yet she was not usually a "cry-baby" girl. Aunty .Rose was watching her more closely than Carolyn May supposed. After her third cup of tea she arose and began quietly clearing the table. lne newcomer was nodding in her place, her blue eyes clouded with sleep ana unhappiness. "It is time for you to go to bed, Car'lyn May," said Aunty Rose firmly. "I will show you the room Hannah Stagg had for her own when she was a girl." m "Thank you, Aunty Rose," said the little girl humbly. She picked up the bag and followed the stately old woman Into the back hall and up the stairway into the ell. Carolyn May saw that at the foot of the stairs was a door leading out upon the porch where Prince' was now mov ing about uneasily at' the end of his leash. She would have liked to say "good night" to Prince, but it seemed better not to mention this feeling to Aunty Rose. The fading hues of sunset In the sky gave the little girl plenty of light to undress by. She thought the room very beautiful, too. "Do you need any help, child?" asked Mrs. Kennedy, standing in her soldierly manner In the doorway. It was dusky there and tho little 'girl could not see her face. "Oh, no, ma'am," said Carolyn May faintly. "Very well," said Aunty Rose and turned away. Carol vn Mav stood in the middle of the room and listened to her descending footsteps. Aunty Rose had not even bidden her good night! Like a marooned sailor upon a des ert Island the little girl went about exploring the bedroom which was to be hers and which had once been her mother's. That fact helped greatly. xnen she looked at the high, puffv bed. "How ever can I get into it?" sighed Carolyn May. She had to stand upon her tiptoes In her fluffy little bedroom slippers to pull back the quilt and the blanket and sheet underneath It. The bed was just a great big bag of feathers ! "Just like a big, big pillow," thought the little girl. "And if I do get into it I'm ll'ble to sink down and down and down till I'm buried, and won't ever be able to get up In tho morning." Cheating Catherine By IMES MACDONALD I (Copyright, 1318. by the M.t'hiio Newmm per FynJU'ftt.) The last of her Hue was Catherine Van Wye, who lived Willi two maiden limits in the old colonial mansion that lmd been the home of the Vim Wyes fur a hundred and forty years. Stiff and prim lmd been her upbring ing, und not for a single Instant h'ul she. been permitted to forgot (tint nlm was n Ynn Wye something racer, something fairer, something so much Closer to heaven ( I in it any one of the "common people." After a fashion Catherine was pret ty, but a little too slim, a little too wan. Her blood amy have been blue, but nisi it was thin. She was delicate, but Catherine had wealth, wns cultured In the Ignorance of life as lu-r grandmoth er had been this showed lu her shy. rather wondering eyes- but she did have one, redeeming trait which inltihl wive her from a barren life of oll itiald gentility and that trait was furiosity. The only man Catherine knew who was uitywhcre near her own age wan John, the chauffeur. She used to it primly behind Jolm lu the ear and study the back of hLs well-set head and sturdy shoulders, ami wonder about men Ivi general as represented by John. If It had ever occurred to hliu, Jolm might ImVQ encouraged Catherine to think about him lu particular, lie might have even done this so Mieeess- fully that she would have eloped with hlni, for John was a gortd looking boy, but he had never once given Catherine a thought. A certain little maid In the stone front over in the next block completely, tilled John's head and heart. Poor Catherine could never have competed with Adele, the little maid, for Allele had blood red lips mid daring eyes she was all curves and dash and vitality and John was mad about her. However, John's presence always set Catherine's curious mind to won dering about men in general. It wasn't nice, of course, for to wonder about men wns quite vulgar, she knew that her aunts had said so. They bud Im pressed upon c-ainerine ttiat she was a rtnind, who ut that very moment cum strolling toward her. "I hoped Til find you aren't you go ing to ask tne to nit down?" Thou bo sat down anyway. It wn quite utiirt ling and very exciting. JIo uuontloned her and tensed her, treated her Just us IT she weren't Van Wyii mid wi t iu! - Just as If sho were u girl w hom he liked. "Let's walk," he finally .mild, HkIiiK and cat' hliig her !'' lhe liniids to draw her to her feet, lie was like I tint Just sudden and abruptly Insistent It took Catherine a breath completely away. And tho color etitmi Into her cheeks and lip, und unliniillon to her eyes. She fairly sparkled In rcnpoiiHO to bis vital presence, and she complete ly forgot herself and her nun In and tin- dltton. v So It went. She met him imtny time. AppnroiiMy by accident, but really by arrangement, ntthouirh Ctith erltie herself never fully realized thin, And suddenly her mint noticed 'a ehnngo In her, Hhe grew rounder, . i ii... ......... color oecilllie proiiomn ro, iu-i o" vi-i" red always and her eye danced on tho slightest pretext. The aunt were per plexed until one evening Catherine wnn late to dinner. Sho had Keen our an afternoon In the car. Jim Uriind lmd given John $ri, nml they hud left John to his own devices while Jim took the wheel, with Catlierl'le 111 the Heat be side him. Together all afternoon they had breezed along through the coun try recklessly happy. Hence Cather ine's lateness to dinner. At the Van Wye table that night there was less conversation than usual. The aunts were uneasy. Cnllierlne M father had been a little wild lu bin youth, nml the aunts wondered vague ly until Cather'ne arose from the table with a Utile smile. "Aunt ' Hellndii, were you ever grabbed suddenly by n nice young man und hugged close up to his heart nlid kissed ever so miiny times right on tho mouth before you realized what wus happening?" "Whatever put sueh notions Ipto your head, Catherine Van Wye? Cer tainly not!" said Aunt Hellnilu, se verely. "Then I feel very sorry for you, Aunt Hellndii," said Catherine, do- i miirely, "for you have missed Noine- It Wotksjjry Tll how to loown 1 tendsr corn so it nf,l OUt without pain. T No humhuu! hard, .oft or betwtl tu ,J loosen rlitht uu ami nr. .....1 lhhj drug la called fP.,..,.T) Cincinnati man. v"Yll B.t,."ly lru "'" fr 1 bottlo of fnieaunn, which win 1 a trifle, but la uffuu,,,,, . ' ! feet of every corn or cullu.,. Tut a few drop. dlr.Kily j tender, nUntly ..i. i "H"K corn or cnj Ihfl anrenoH (Hun,,... I knrtlu M... .. ""'" ,;,,, or rilllollH Wll ou wi uu mica orr with th . Thl drug frtmnoue dooan't the corua or callous, i,,,, Uhem without oven irrluun? ivuiiuuih PKIll, Jut think! No pain ri an nua or nuiartlng when uppiyij afterward. If your dmgKiJ u irrMunn aY mm orde you. Ad T. Skin Toduri Babies Sled After Giialciif Old Folk's Coui will rrlirvnt 'fiui!' v !,) pi,,,'.,! Utr'NO tirHrJ Milirvi It l!if t!i,, by emf tlun IiC y Halt Sand Drlfta With Graa Sand la used for railroad t inenlH In. many parts ut liollu much repair to the rnaillwd xu necessary by tho fact that tho plied sand drifted during tbi winds. To prevent this, tufts of trans havn been planted ale Joseph Stagg Is filled with dis may when he learns from a law yer friend of his brother-in-law that Carolyn has been left pen niless and has been consigned to his care. His frame of mind does not promise well for Caro lyn's future happ:ness. (TO BE co.vr van Wye and a sacred thing, and si believed It. Tho Idea of a man's evi so much as touching her gave her shlv ers of horror especially an ordinary man of the People for the I'eop were terribly common, and Catherine was patrician, very patrician, Indeed men one aiternoon it so huppene that Adele had occupied so much John's time and thought that he h: ui-siL'cieu ins joi anu tne car, so nine no nun mai neglected piece ol median i.sm stalled right on a busy crossing o tne avenue. It certainly was embiii' , rasslng, for the trallic policeman wa as sore as a wounded rhinoceros. II called John a "mutt," and would prol amy nave saiu worse tilings than tlm If It hadn t been for Catherine's patri cian presence. I!ut the engine wouh not srarc aim tne triune was piling up behind them while tho trallic regulator became more and more angry. "Here !" he roared. "Swing her down the middle of the block next the curb I And as he heaved his massive weight against the back corner of the heavy car one Jim Brand detached himself from the passing throng and joined In pushing the heavy car out of the way, "You mighta lie on the force, with , them shoulders." The policeman grinned his thanka to Jim lira rid as they rolled the big car up to tho curb. But Jim only laughed and waved his hand in a half salute as the other went back to his job. "Thank you very much Indeed," said Catherine primly as Jim Brand turned to her with his lint in his hand, and her eyes as she ant In the car were al most on a level with his own. Ills first thought was that she would have been pretty If she had a little more life to her. "She'll have to go to the garage, miss," offered John meekly. "I'll get you a taxi," smiled John Brand. lie did so, and handed her Into' it most naturally by taking firm hold of her arm. And no young man had ever before taken hold of Catherine's arm. From the taxi she leaned out and thanked him ngaln, smiling just a little excitedly, for this wns an nd venture. Then, summoning all her courage, she said: "Were you going downtown? Perhaps I could drop you somewhere." So Jim Brand got in beside her and they rolled down the avenue, at length stopping In front of Catherine's home. ,IT T x i was reauy on my way up town," confessed Jim Brand, humor ously, "but I wanted to rldo with you." Catherine didn't know what to say to that, so sho just looked and then looked away, wondering If either of her aunts was observing the tableau as she and the strange young man stood there on tho walk. "You're not offende'd, are you?" he askea. "I I should be" she entered the gate and turned to him for a fleeting instant "but I'm not!" And with a little laugh she ran up the steps. The very next Sunday morning quite early Catherine crossed the street to the park opposite the house. Tho aris tocracy of the square only use the park during tho early hours, before the rab ble of the city fills the benches, so she sat herself down In the early morn ing sunlight and wondered about Jim till IIL'." "Catherine!" chorused the horrified ! ,,1P,. and an tho root pread aunts In despair, but their terrible sodded bunk is formed. Popular niece had danced toward the telephone. idmnlcM Magu.lno. And an hour later .Ilia Itratid was playing ragtime on Catherine's piano New Detachjlb,8 Hand,e, while that young woman fit nod behind j him and patted the syncopated time th boll,'f ,,ml a tl,l,f wl" 1 on bis broad shoulders, ocoaslomitl y i likely to steal hand bacguge tl leaning down to rub her smooth cheek i no handle upon It, an Invent, against his, while In the room above I patented a detachable handle f, those maiden ladles, her aunts, com muned In solemn conference. "And he's Just u common country boy who happens to go to college t" said Aunt Melvlna. "I don't see what we can do about It." said Aunt Belinda helplessly; "she's twenty-one and bus the Van Wye willfulness!" . .nu every now and t lion ( atlierlne Van Wye unexpectedly launches her egile young body Jilu' a catapult upon her surprised husband and hugs his head savagely to her breast, murmur ing: "And they would have cheated me out of this! Cheated tne out of life, and love, and you you coiauion person !" But Jim Brand only grins nml gives his ardent wife a proper kissing, which vulgar practice, I regret to say, seems to agree with the lust of the patrician Van Wyes. WORDSWORTH'S EARLY HOME House In Enpllsh Vlllane of Corker. mouth, Where Poet Was Born, Is Still Standing. Cockerrnoulh Is one of those Knir- llsh villages of the lake region where you feel that you would like to snend your declining years In a cottage with the Inevitable Kugllsh Ivy and a gar den decorated with borders of peri winkle and other old-fashioned flowers. river following a twisted course hroiigh Cockormouth completes tho icaceful, back-to-liature atmosriliero of the village. You might easily spend some tlm n Oockermouth before von dlscnveiwl thnt it was Wordsworth's l,iriiin-. ho historic home is still standing, the same fitolid, substantial British resl- ence where the poet spent the greater part of his boyhood. The house Is decidedly a home for n student of books und not at all the sort which Wordsworth, the nature devotee, Mum nave cnosen in wh eh t(t crow The yard and garden, how,... make up for the' unpoetic gray stono walls. It Is a shadv vanl. smrrm,r,,i,i by a low stone fence. The Wordsworth house la nAf r. shrine for the literal! to inspect and write verses of appreciation on the or sign tiicir names n n l,.,!,-,,- a ong with the autographs of famous visitors and tourists. It is a quiet noma, us In the poet's day, a home w ilch you would pass a dozen times without suspecting it had been the birthplace of such a famous person. Chicago Dallv Nnwu Convincing "Arguflers." "Some men." mild Carlo Kb such siUiirt arguflera dat dey 1 most make you no back on son you docH understand uu' believe thin' you doesn't." Uncle Ike Murmurs. "Whenever any man," inn I'nclo Ike, "commences fer to t me ubout his soul, I hoz to mysi flushed a nut." Judge. Looking for Excitement, Dorothy waa driving with her f one duy when a tar wagon pass a cross street In front of them. said, "Let's knock the tar oat of a Vi...j Granulated tyc a I 1 1 II Kvci infWI by lire to sun, hum amij nil kly relieved by TO yc Remedy. Nob.n- nt Kve lomlort. 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