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lBP" fWNsP A&WFWb rFd ofAe(ornfiK BELMOI?E ENDIOOTT capnuoHT -1 i a - r K3DD, MEAP and CCMFANY: CHAPTER V. A Tragic Situation. Burn whs tiit Introduction f Caro lyn Mny to Tin- Corners. Il was tint n very exciting life she had entered Into, but the following two or three weeka watt MM full. Aunty ROM Insisted upon her being properly fitted out with clothing for the Minimor uml (all. Carolyn May h.i'i to k to tho droeamalrer'a honaa to be fitted u ml that is how she be came acquainted with Chat Gonnley'a mother, lira, Qonnley wus helplni the dress- BMker and they both inuilo miidi or Carolyn May, Aunty Roae allowed her to (0 for her tlttlng alOM of course with Prince us u compaalon so, with out doubt, Mrs. Gnrinlcy, who loTed a "dish of gossip," talked more freely with the little girl than ahewoald have done in Sirs. Kennedy's presence. One ufternoon the little girl np-1 Beared at the draeaniakar'a with Prince's collar decorated with short, early shavings. "I Hike It you've stopped ut .Ted Par- I low'a shop, child," said Mrs. Uoruilcy ' with ii Rich. "Yea, nm'jiiM," returned Cnrolyn May. "Io you know, he's very llb'ral." j "'Llb'rHl?' repeated Mrs. Uorndey. I "I never heard of old Jed Parlow bete' a reused or that before. Did you, Mrs. Maine?" .Mrs. Maine was the Jresstimker; and -he bit off her words when she spoke, roach as aha hit off her threads. "No. I never heard Jed Parlow Called that no!" declared Mrs. Maine emphatically'. "Why. yes," little Carolyn May said quite eagerly, "he grew me all the abavlnga I want. I I gaeaa folks don't just understand about .Mr. I'nr- low," she added, remembering what her uncle had tirst said about the car penter. "lie Is real llh'rnl." "It's a unde to me" drawled Mrs f'innley. "that he haa a thing to do ..mi a certain parly, .Mrs. Maine, con alderln' how his daughter feela toward thai certain party' relation, What O'you think?" "I guess there's sunipln to be t. Id -on both sides o' that contro versy," rescinded the drtaotuafcor. "Mennln' that mabbe a certain par ty's relative feels Just as cross as m.i r i ParlowV suggested Mrs. ;orm ley. "Yep." agreed the other woman. Carolyn May listened, much puzzled. She wondered Just who "a certain party" could be. Mrs. Maine was called away upon e household task and Mrs. (iortn- ley teemed to change the subject of conversation. "Don't your uncle, Mr. Stagg, ever; peek to you about Mandy Parlow?" she asked the little girl. Carolyn May had to think about this before answering, 'i'hen she remem bered. "Oh, yes," she said brightly. "He doeal Do tell !" exclaimed Mrs. Oorndey eagerly. "What does he ; suy?" "Why, he aays her name la Miss Amanda Parlow," Mrs. (ionnlcy (lushed rather oddly and glanced at the child with euspi- ion. Put little Carolyn May was per fectly frunk and Ingenuous. "Humph!" ejaculated diet's mother. "He never says nothing about beln' In love with Maudy, does In-? They was goln1 with each other steady once." The little girl looked puzzled. "When folks love each other they look at each other and talk to each Other, don't they?" she asked. "Well yea generally," admitted Mrs. Gormley, "Then my Uncle Joe and Miss Aman da Parlow aren't In love." announced I arolyn May with confidence, "lor they don t even look at each Other." "They used to. Why. JOaeph Stngg find Mainly Parlow was sweethearts yenra and years ago! Long before your mother left tbeee parts, child." "That was a long time 'fore 1 was horned," said the little girl wonder- Ingly, "Oh, yoH. Everybody that went to The Corners' church thought they'd i" married," "My I'mie Joe nml Miss Mandy?" 'Vcs." "Then, what would have become of Aunty ItoseV" ipierled Carolyn May. "oh, Mrs. Kennedy hadn't gone to I '!, house for Mr. Stagg tin n," re piled Mrs. Oorndey. "He tried sev'ral irlllln' critters there at the Stagg place before she took hold." Carolyn May looked nt Mrs. florm ley encouragingly. She was very much Interacted In Uncle Joe and Ailss Amanda Parlow! love affair. "Why didn't they gel married like mj papa and mamma V" she asked. "Oh, goodness knows!" exclaimed Mrs, (ioiinley. "Some says 'twas his l "Ut ami some says 'twas hern. And iMchhee 'twas a third party's that I might mention ut that." added Mrs. (iorinJcy, puratng up bor lips in a rerjp knowing way. One day," she anlrl, crowing oonfl dentlal. "It was In camp-meet log time I one day somebody seen Joe Stagg drlvln" out with another girl Char lotte Lenny, that was. She was mar ried to a man over In Sprlngdulc long I ago. Mr. Stagg took Charlotte to Faith camp meeting. "Then, the very next week, Mandy ! went with Kvan Pcekhiiin to a barn dance at Crockett's, and nobody ain't ever seen your uncle and Mandy Par- ' low spiiik since, much less ever walk together." One particularly muddy day Prince met the returning hardware merchant at the gate with vociferous barkings and a plain desire to implant a wel coming tongue on the man's cheek. He succeeded In muddying Mr. Stagg's suit With his front paws, and almost east the angry man full length Into a mud puddle. "Prat the beast.'" ejaculated Mr. Stagg. "I'll rather have an epileptic tit loose around here than him. Now, look at these clo'es! I declare, Car' lyn, you've Jest got to tie that mongrel BB and keep him tied I" "All the time, Uncle Joe?" whis pered the little girl. "Yes. mn'nm. all the time! If I find him loose again, I'll tie a bag of rocks to his neck and drop him bj the deep est hole In the brook." After this awful threat Prince lived n precarious existence, and his mis tress was much worried for him. Aunty Hose said nothing, but she saw that both the little girl and her canine friend were very unhappy. Mrs. Kennedy, however, had watch ed Mr: Joseph Siagg for years. In deed, she hail known him as a boy, long before she had closed up her own little COttttge around on the other road and CI to the Stagg place to BBVe the hardware merchant from the eon tinned reign of those "trilling crea tures" of whom Mrs. Gormley had spoken. As a bachelor Joseph Slagg had been preyed upon by certain iv la harpies so prevalent la a country com munity, Home had families whuui they partly supported out of Mr. Slag;:': larder; some were widows who looked DpOO the well to-do merchant M a marrying proposition. Aunty Hose Kennedy did not need the position of Mr. Btaggi housekeep er nml could not be accused of assum ing It from mercenary motives. Over her beck fence she ban seen the havoc going on In the Stagg homestead after Hannah Stagg went to the city ami Joseph Btagg'a final female relative had died and left him alone In the big house. One day the old Quaker-like woman could stand no more. She put . her unbound, came around by the road rqn.ee. When Uncle Joe came home to din ner on one particular Saturday lie walked down to the comer of the gar aV n Pence, ami tin re saw the havoc Prince had Wrought. In following the line of the mole's lust tunnel he had worked his way under the picket fence ami had torn up two currant bqaheOJ and done some damage In the straw berry patch. "And the worst of It Is," grumbled the hardware dealer, "he never caught the mole. That mongrel really Isn't worth a hag of dornlcks to sink him In the brook. Hut that's what he'a going to get this very evening when I come home. I won't etiiud for him a duy longer." Carolyn Mny positively turned paio as she crouched beside the now chulued-up Prince, both arms about bis rottgh neck. He licked her el k. Fortunately, he could not anderntand everything that was said to him, there fore the pronouncement of this terri ble sentence did not agitate him an atom. Carolyn May sat for n long time un der the tree beelda the sleeping dog and thought how different this life at The Cm tars was from that she had lived wlih her lalher and mother In the lily home. If only that big ship, the Punrnvcn, bad not Bulled away with her papa and her mamma I Carolyn May had been very brave on that occasion. She bad gone ashore with Mrs. Price and L'dnn after her mother's last Clinging embrace and her father's husky "Hood-by, daughter," with scarcely a tear. Of course she had been brave! Mum ma would return In a few weeks, and then, ufter a time, papa would like wise come buck and oh I ho rosy and stout ! And then. In two weeks, came the fatal news of the sinking of the Dun rnven and the loss of all but a small part of her crew and passengers. Vaguely these facts hud become known to Carolyn May. She never spoke of them. They did not aeeni real to the little girl. Bui now, sitting beside Hie con demned Prince- -lor companion and bag. v'", tm f" y t r- "Ik .. J tr" yff v ri-rv v J J.'.i': ' V 5r , Jff at The Little Girl Felt Bitterly Her Lone liness and Grief. to the front door of the Stagg bOfl)ft, which she found open, and waike1 thrc'igh lo the rear porch on which ttoi WOtaan who then hold the situation of housekeeper was wrapping up the heal feather bed and pillows In a pair oi the best homespun sheets, preparatory to their removal. Tho neighbors enjoyed what followed. Aunty Hose came through the ordeal as dignified and unruffled as ever; the retiring Incumbent went away wrath fully, shaking the dust of the pi ends, s from her garments as a testimony agulnst "any slob actions." When Mr. Slagg came home ut sup per time lie found Aunty Hose at the Ic'lin and already u different air about the place. "Ooodliess me. Aunty Hose." he said, biting Into her biscuit ravenous ly, "I was a going down to the mill hands' hotel to board. I couldn't stand It no longer. If you'd slay here and do for me, I'd feel like a new man." "You ought to be made over Into a new man. Joseph Btagg," the woman said sternly. "A married mail." "No, no! Never that I" gasped the hardware dealer. "If I came here, Joseph Stagg, It would cost you more money tliilu you've been paying these DO-BCCOUOl women." "I don't care." said Mr. Slugg reck lessly, "do ahead. Do , what you please. Say what you want. I'm game." Thereby lie had put himself Inlo Aunty Hose's power. She had reno valid the old kitchen and some of the oilier rooms. If Mr. Slagg at firsl trembled for his bank balance, he whs made so comfortable that lie had not the heart to murmur. Of course, Carolyn May let Prince run at large when she was sure Uncle Joe was well out of sight of the house, hut she was very careful lo chain him up again long before her uncle was e peeled to return. Prince had learned not to chase any thing that wore lea i hers; Aunty Hose beraelf had to admit that ho was a very Intelligent dog and knew what punishment was for. Put bow did he know thai In Hying to dig out a mole lie would he doing more harm than good ? The mole in question lived under a piece of lock wall near the garden only reul comforter during these weeks of her orphanhood- tho ,'lttlo girl felt bitterly her lanellnesH and grief. If Uncle Joe did as he had threat ened, what should she do? 'I hero seemed to be no place for her and Prince to run away to. "I'm quite sure I don't want to live," thought Carolyn May dismally. "if pi. pa ami mamma ami Prince are ail dead why! Hare areii'l enough other folks left In the world to make it worth while living In, I don't be lieve. If Prime Isn't going to be alive, (hen I don't want to be alive, either." By and by Prince began to get verj uneasy. It was long past his dinner hour, ami every time he heard tie screen door slam he Jumped up and ga.ed eagerly and With cocked ears and wagging tall In that direction. "You poor thing, you," said Carolyn May at last. "I s'pose you are hungry. Il Isn't going to do you a bit of good to eat ; but you don't know it. I'M ark Aunty Hose If she has something for you." She got up wearily and went across the yard. Aunty Hose stood Just in side the screen door. "Don't you want any dinner, Cariyn Mny?" she asked. "No, ma'am. I guess I'd better not ant," said the child. "Why lint V" "'Cause my stomach's so trembly I Just know I couldn't keep anythllil llOWO, even If 1 could swallow It. I'm I'liliceil cut bis, please. lie- he don't know any belter." "Till, tin !" murmured the woman. "IIc'h the must sensible of Hie two of you, 1 declare." The minutes of that afternoon drag ged h.v In most doleful procession. There was no bleu In the little girl's mind that Uncle Joe might change his Intention and Prince be saved from the watery grave promised him. When she saw the hardware dealer come In to the yard almost an hour earlier than their usual supper time she was not surprised. Nor did she think of pleading with him for the dog's life. The 1 1 1 It- girl watched him askance. Mr. Klagg eai Ilrectly through the yard, slopping only at the shed for a moment. There he secured a slroiit; potato sack, and with It trailing from his hand went half-way up the kunii to Where there wus n heap of xloues lie slooped down and began to selecl I some of these, pulling thein In the Thla was too much for Carolyn May. With a fearful look at Uncle Joe's un compromising shoulders, she went to the tree where Prince was chained. Kxchnngliig the chain for the leather leash With which she always led him about, Hie little girl guided the mon grel across the yard and around the corner of the house. Her last backward glance nssureii her that the hardware denier had not observed her. Quickly and silently she led Pllnce to the front gate, and they went out together Into the Cuaty road. "I 1 know we oughtn't to," whla pared Cnrolyn May to her canine friend, "but I feel I've Just got to save you, Prince. I I can't aee you drownd-cd dead like that!" She turned the nearest corner and went up the road towards the little closed, gable-roofed cottage where Aunty Rom hud lived before she had come lo be Uncle Joe's housekeeper. Carolyn May had already peered over Into the small yard of the cot tage and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy sllll kepi the llower beds weeded and Hie walks neat and the grass plot trimmed, Put the window shutters were barred ami the front door built up with boards. Carolyn May went In through the front gale and sal down on the door slop, while Prince dropped to a eom forlahle altitude beside her. The dog slept. The little girl ruminated. She would not BO back to l'rielo Joes no, Indeed ! She did not know Just what she would do when durk should come, hut Prince should not be sacrificed to her uncle's wrath. A voice, low, awoet, yet startling, aroused her. "What are you doing there, little girl?" Both runaways started, but neither of them was disturbed by the appear ansce of her who hud accosted Oaro lyu May. "Oh, Miss Mandy!" breathed the lit tle girl, and thought that the carpen ters daughter had never looked ao pretty. "What are you doing there?" repeat ed Miss Parlow. "We we've run away," said Caro lyn May at last. She could be nothing but frank; It was her nature. "Hun away!" repeated the pretty woman. "You don't mean that?" gYes, ma'am, I have. And Prime. Prom Uncle Joe and Aunty Hose." Carolyn May assured her, nodding her head Willi each declaration. "Oh, my dear, what for?" asked Miss Annuel. I. So Carolyn May told her and with tears. Meanwhile tin woman came Into the yard and aal in side the child on the slop. With her arm about the little girl, Ml'- Amanda snuggled her up lose, wiping the teura away with her own handkerchief, "l .lust can't have poor Prince drown, I od," Carolyn May sobbed. "I'd want to be drownd-ed myself, too. "I know, dear. Put do you really believe your Uncle Joaeph would j'o siaii a thing! Would be drown jour dog?" "I I sijw him putting the stones In the bag," Bobbed Carolyn .May. "And he said he would." "Hut he said II when he was angry, dear. We often say things when we are angry more's the pity! which we do not mean, and for which we are bitterly sorry afterwards. 1 am sure, Carolyn May, that your Uncle Joe has no Intention of drowning your dog." "Oh, Miss Amanda ! Are you poa le?" ''Positive! I know Joseph Slagg. lie was in ver yet cruel to any dumb creature. Go ask him yourself, Caro- ", pnJtpnf nooq pq et lmrj unatj ikoiuui spi ni ii"; an p.i.u.iN bum iim.it nt), r, giiiqoB 'iV"V AftxnO PI" IJII H'l U mi i.inq oj pjo.w u ppis jiAu i,ni.i,i eanaaayft, poj,inb .i ,.. A'MA., M)tp.,woit.ie 1 poju.i OAntj pno,w .ii uui(i j.p.iut gflniR mj( jiij Mating rag) 3i,L ..oor eioarj 'h.ij,, ,,'em jo op no tium lop into jo hjoui Juiui no .m,i.i( i unSu jaimip eju.wpjiui em p.iiuin.piir.i , ; udmnn.. t'J'o be continued) Fanclee of Children. The Spectator speaks of that "region into which the 'grownup' has no right m entry, nml no key to turn the lock," the mind of the child, nml then gives some Insttintnneous flashes of the child point Of view, a point of view dtOCon- certlDgly aloof and pari from that of "grownups." A child, on n torpedoed ship, when everyone was anxiously hoping that It would keep nflont, was heard to say. In a weary veice: "Oh, when will the ship go down?" A small boy who was being shown the bust of his grandfather, mounted on little circular stand, asked his mother whether his grandfather had been I very wise man, and then added : "Hut was that all Ihere was of hlmV" Per haps the capping story Is that of an other little boy who, when told to make no remark on a guest's absent foot, exclaimed: "Oh, no, and when I get to heaven I will say nothing to John the Baptist about his head." OlMKCTOftH. 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