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About The Times-herald. (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 24, 1918)
jaroiynofthe w1111 BF JSBL fiL aekfcV copyRianT -1 s 1 o - r Aw ir "r.T DD'MaA5.AccMRNY: V MR wf1 x'TfsWf m I mmw CHAPTER I The Ray of Sunlight. Just ns th ru,s of llio nftpriiiiim sun hi'sltntcil to enter tlu open dour C Joseph BtaMa Imnhvnre store In utirlse Cove mill lingered on the sill, o the lit t lo girl In the black frock i ml hut, with twin tmiliK of sunshiny 'mlr on her shoulilers, luivired at the , i nlriinee of the itlm mid ilu.'-iy ploee. She Carried a snti'hcl In one hand, while the tinkers if the other were hooked into the rlvet-stuilileil collar of ' i mottled, h.niieiy mongrel (lop. I tih, dear me, Prlacal" Hated the little girl, "tliN must he the place. We'll Just have to go In. Of course I Know ho must he u 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 smnll ..Mice closed In with grimy windows. The uncertain visitor and her canine i ompaulon snw the shadowy figure of n man Inside the office, sitting on a high stool and bent above a big ledger. The dog, however, scented something 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 Lack, swollen tall and yellow eye I lazed detiance. "Ps-s-st ye-ow I" 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. "Prince !" she cried, "don't you speak to that cat dou't you dare speak to It I" "Bless roe!" croaked a voice from the office. The tomcat uttered a second "ps-a-st ye-OW '" und shot up a ladder to the top shelf. "Mess me!" repeated Joseph Stage, taking off his eyeglasses ami leaving i hem In the ledger to mark his place. "What have you brought that dog In here for?" He came to the office door. "I I didn't have any place to leave hlrn," was the hesitating reply. "Hum ! Did your mother send you for something?" "No-o, -air," 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 utsvn the slight, black -f rocked figure and for an Instant touched the pretty head as with an aureole. "Bless me, child!" exclaimed Mr. Stagg. "Who are youf The flowerlike fnce 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 bend of black crepe he wore on his coatsleeve. "You're not Hannah's Car'lyn?" questioned the hardware dealer huskily. "I'm Car'lyn May Cameron." she confessed. "You're my Uncle Joe. I'm vry glad to see yon, Uncle Joe. and sad I hope you're glad to see me and Prince," she finished rather fal ter! ngly. "Bless me!" murmured tbe man again. Nothing so startling as this had en tered Sunrise Cove's chief "hardware emporium" for many and many a year. Hannah Stagg, 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-eyed, sunny-haired girl waa a replies of his I sister, and In some dnsty corner of Mr. Stagg's heart there dwelt a very faith ful memory of Hannah. Nothing had served to estrange tin brother save time and distance. "Hannah's Car'lyn," muttered Mr. Stagg again. "Bless me, child ! bow did you ;et here from New York?" "On the cars, uncle. You see, Mr. Price thought I'd better Come. He says you are ray 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. Price?" the storekeeper asked. "He's n lawyer. He's written you a long letter about It. It's In my hag. I'ldn't yon get the telegram he sent you last evening, Um'lc Joe? A 'night letter,' be called It." "Never got It," replied Mr. Slagg sli.rtly. "Well, you see, when papa and main ma had to go away so suddenly they left mo with the Prices. I go to school with Kdna Price and she slept with me nl night In our Hut after the Dunia ( en sailed." "Bui what did this lauyer send you up here for?" asked Mr. Stagg. The question was u poser and Caro lyn May stammered : "I I Iion'i guardians alarayi taka their utile girls l...iiu and look out for thun'" orners ENDIOOTT 'Hum 1 (Ion t know." The linr.l- ware merchant mused grimly. "1-1 gttam we (I ! better go up to The Corners ...... see , Allmy UOSC IIIIS TO Say about It Yon understand, I couldn't really keep you If she says 'Not'" "(h, I'ncle Joe, couldn't you?" "No," be declared, wagging bit hand decidedly. "And what she'll Buy to that dog" "Oh!" Carolyn May cried again, and pnt liuth arms suddenly about the neck of her canine friend. "Prince la lust the host dog, Uncle Joe.' Mr. Btagg ihook his head doulitfullr. Then he went Into the ollii and shut the big ledger Into the safe. Alter locking the safe door, he slipped the key Into his trouaen pocket and glanced around the store "I'd like to know where that use less Oormley boy la now," muttered Mr. Stagg, 'Chel : Hey! you Chet 1" To Carolyn May's amazement and to the utter mystification of Prince, n sec- tlon of the lloor under their feet bagaa I,, rM. "Oh." mercy me!" squealed the little alrl. and she honnetl off the trandoer: 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 ent me up, Mr. Stagg." "Lie down. Prince !" commanded Carolyn May hastily. "It's only a boy. Yon know you like boys, Prince." she urged ' "Come on up ont o' thnt cellar. Chet. rm going up to The Corners with my llttle niece Hannah's Car'lyn. This Is Chet wood Oormley. If he ever stops grow In' longitudinally roebbe he'll bo 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 Oormley. He was lathlike and ;.auky, with very prominent upper front teeth, which gave a sort of Isiw-wlndow appearance to his wide mouth. Hut 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," be 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 treet, the little elrl 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 aays never to get In any place where you can't look up wide, low-roofed house of ancient ap aud see something brighter and bet- pearance, yet lu good repair. ."Scat ter ahead," said Carolyn May softly, ness was the keynote of all about the "He says that's what makes life worth place, living." "Is this where you live, Uncle Joe?" "Oh, he does, does he?" grunted Mr. asked Carolyn May breathlessly. "Oh, gtagg. i what a beautiful big place! It seeina He noticed the heavy bag In her : awful big for me to live In I" hand and took It from her. Instantly I Mr. Stagg had halted at the gate her released fingers stole into his free and now looked down upon Carolyn hand. Mr. Htaag looked down at the May with perplexed brow. "Well, little hand In his palm, somewhat startled and not a little dismayed. The main street of Sunrise Cove on this warm afternoon was not thronged I with shoppers. Not many people no- tlced the tall, shambling, round-shout- I dered man in rusty black, with the pe- I Uj (1m,m ,.f tti rfihllH anil thA mon- "Oh! Who Is That Lady, Uncls Joe? gral dog passing that way, though a few idle shopkeepers looked after the trio In surprise. Bui "hen Mr. gtugg ami ins companion turned Into the picuKiiiiiiy shaded street that lad oul , of toun toward! The turners wnen I was the Stagg homesti -ad ('niol.wi ! May noticed lit r undo become sud ileiily lliistered. .She saw Hie hlo.ni Heotl Into Ida fttCki and neck, und the ffcr , felt his hand loosen ns though to re- lonM her own. The little girl looked i uhead curloui ly ut Uia woman who wuii approaching, She was not n ynunif wngatt 'hit Is, not what the child would call yountr. ninlyn Ma thought she was very nice looking tall and lolnisl. Her In-own eyes Hashed an Inquiring fiBBCe upon Carolyn May, hut she did not look at Mr. BtaKit, nor did Mr. Majg look at her. "Oh! who Is thnt lady, Uncle Joe?" asled the little girl when thoy were out of earshot. "Ilninl" Her uncle's throat seemed In need clearing. "That that Is Man dy Parlow Miss Amnndn Parlow," he corrected himself with dignity. ''lie llii-.li illil not soon fade out of ' i.ls "- ns Ihtfi went on In silence. 1 u W1 ,ln)f ,,. from Mnlll RtroPt ' to T,u, ,.,. Tnpro W1, , ,. h . .,..., Slnrv ,..,,, ...I.,,,,, ., ,)UIt ,, )ll(, .,,.,. (lf n ,,,,,, ,n,Pt cutting In from the great laUe, whoso blue Watara sparkled as far as one might see towards the south and west. I'ncle 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 and valleys, "There's lumbar rumps all nbout. Miblie they'll Interest you. Lots of building going on all the time, too." lie told her, as tli.y went along, of the lung tralai of ears and of the strings of barges going out of the Cove, all laden witli timber and sawed hoards, mlllHtuffs, ties and telegraph , poles. They came to the last house In the r'w f dwellings on this street, on the i.vy "f tl" town- Carolyn May snw ll,ut ''hed to the house was a smaller building, facing the roadway, lth a wide-open door, through which " P'npsc.i oen.nes mm saweu nun her, while to lift- nostrils was wafted a most delicious smell of shavings. "Oh, there's a carpenter shop!" ex claimed Carolyn May. "And Is that the carpenter, Uncle Joe?" A tall old man, lean-faced and close ly shaven, with a hawk's-heak nose straddled by n huge pair of silver- ,owe,, spectacles, came out of the snop in imu moment, a jiickkiiiip in hls '"",1- ,,c "BW Mr- nn,, turning sharply on his heel, went In- 1,,,,rN "Knl- "Who is ho, Uncle Joe?" repeatea the little girl. "And, If 1 asked him, do you s'pose he'd give me some of those idee, long, curly shavings?" "That's Jed Parlow and he wouldn't give oii any shavings; especially after having seen you with me," said the hardware merchant brusquely. The pretty ladj whose name was Parlow and the queer looking old car penter, whose name was likewise Par low, would neither look at I'ncle Joel Kven such a little girl as Carolyn May could see that her uncle and the Par lows wan not friendly. Ity and by they came In sight of The Corners a plMce where another rouU crossed this one nl 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 certain agricultural tools. There wns no sound of life at Tha Corners save a rhythmic "clank, clank, clank" from the blacksmith shop on the third corner. On the fourth corner of the crosa roads stood the Stagg homestead a we've got to see about that first," he muttered. "There's Aunty Roe " A voice calling, "Chuck I Chuck I Chnck-a-chuck I" came from behind the old house. A few white-feathered fowls that had been In sight scurried wiioiy away in answer to tne sum- moils. oir. magg, biiii loomug si in iiiiin girl, set down the bag and reached for the dog's leash. The loop of the latter he passed around the gatepost. "I tell you what It Is. Car'lyn May. You'd better meet Aunty itose first alone. I've my fears about this mon grel." "Oh, Uncle Joe I" quivered his niece. "You 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 Itose Is peculiar, I might say,' "Oh, Uncle Joe!" repeated the little girl faintly. "You've got to make her like you, If you want lo live here," the hardware dealer concluded firmly. lie gave ("iiroljn May a little shove ip the path and then stood hack and mopped his brow with his handker chief. Prince strained ut the leash gjld whined, wishing to follow lib Utile alsiress. Mr. Stagg said: "You'd better keep mighty quiet, dog. If you want your lioroa address to be The Comers, slug uimll !" Carolyn May did not hear this, but disappeared after the fowls around l he comer of Ihe wide, vino-draped porch. The pleasant back yard wus mil of sunshine. On the gravel path beyond the old well, with its long iweep and Iwcltet, half u hundred hlckin-, Some .'iiineas and I Hock of turkeys scuffled for grail wbtali w'as telng thrown to than from uu open .hi. Thai pan was held In the plump .Kind of u very dlgnliied-looklug worn an, dressed In drnb and with a inn bonnet on her head. Aunty Rose' appearance smote the little girl with h feeling of awe. There wan no frown on her fnce; It wim only calm, unniHlcd, unemo tional. II -Imply seemed as though nothing, either material or spiritual, could in III.- the placidity of Aunty Itosc Kennedy. Bhe came of Quaker Rtock and the eereniiy of body and spirit taught by Child, Who Are You?" Asked Aunty . Rose With Some Curiosity. the sect built a wall between her and everybody else "Child who are yon?" asked Aunty Itosc with some curiosity. The little girl told her nnme; but perhaps It wnu her black frock and hat that Identified bcr In Aunty Hose's mind aftei all. "You are Hannah Stagg little girl," the said. "Yes'm If yoo please," Carolyn May confessed faintly. "And how came you here alone?" "If you please. Uncle Joe said I'd bettei prob'ly come ahead and get ac quainted with you first" First?' What do you mean, 'tlntr" asked Aunty Rose sternly. "first before you saw Prince," re sponded the perfectly frank little glrL "Uncle Joe thought maybe you wouldn't care for dogs." "Dogs I" "No, ma'am. And of course where I live Mm has to live too. So "So you brought your dog?" "I es, ma'am." "Of course," said Aunty Rose com posedly, "1 expected you to come here. I do not know what Joseph Stagg ex pected. But I did not suppose you would have a dog. Where Is Joseph Stagg?" "He he's coming." "With the dog?" "Yes, ma'am." Aunty Itose seemed to take some time to digest this; but she made no further comment In regard to the mut ter, only saying: "Lei us go Into the house, Car'lyn May. You must take off your bat and bathe your face and hands." Carolyn May Cameron followed the stalely figure of Aunty Rose Kennedy Into the blue-and-whlte kitchen of the old house, with something of the feel ing of a culprit on the way to tbe block. Sncb a big kitchen aa It was I The little girl thought It must be almost as big as their whole apartment In Harlem "put together." The Httle girl took off her plain black hat, shook back her balr and patted It smooth with her hands, then plunged her banda and face Into tbe basin of cool water Aunty Rose had drawn for her at the sink. The dust waa all washed away and a fresh glow came Into her flowerlike face. Aunty Rose watched bar silently. Such a dignified, upright, unrespon sive woman aa she seemed standi ug there I And so particular, neat and Immaculate waa this kitchen I Carolyn May, as she dried her face and hands, heard a familiar whine at the door. It waa Prince. She won dered If she bad at all broken tbe Ice for hlra with Aunty Rose. "Oh," tbe little girl mused, "I won der what she will aay to a mongorel." (To be continued ) KILLED BY GERMAN HELMET American Soldier Hunting Sou venir Picked Up Charged Headpiece. Rhnmokln, I'n. 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