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About Eagle Valley news. (Richland, Or.) 191?-1919 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 12, 1918)
Carolyn of the Corners BY RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT 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 ns tho rays of tho afternoon sun hesitated to enter the open door 'of Joseph Stagg's hardware storo In ifiuarlse 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 tho entrance of tho dim nnd dusty place. She carried n satchel in one hand, while the Angers of the other were hooked into the rivet-studded collar of a mottled, homely mongrel dog. "Oh, dear mo, Prince 1" sighed the little girl, "this must be the place. 'We'll Just have to go in. Of course I 'know he must be n nice man ; but he's such a stranger." Her feet faltered over the door sill and paced slowly down tho shop be tween long counters. She saw no clerk. At the back of the shop was n small office closed In with grimy windows. The uncertain visitor and her canine companion saw the shadowy figure of a man inside the office, sitting on a high stool and bent above a big ledger. The dog. however, scented something else. In the hnlf 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 tonicnt whose arched back, swollen tall and yellow eyes blazed defiance. "Ps-s-st ye-ow 1" 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. I "Prince I" she cried, "don't you speak ,to that cot don't you dare speak to It I" . "Bless me I" croaked a voice from ,tho office. The tomcat uttered a second "ps-s-st ye-ow!" and shot up a ladder to the top shelf. "Bless me!" repeated Joseph Stngg, taking off his eyeglasses and leaving them In the ledger io mark his place. "What have you brought that dog In here for?" He came to the office door. "I I didn't have any plnce to leave hlra," was the hesitating reply. "Hum I Did your mother send you for something?" "Xo-o, sir," sighed tho little visitor. At that moment n more daring ray of sunlight found Its way through tho transom over the storo door and lit up tho dusky place. It fell upon the slight, blnck-frocked flguro and for an instant touched the pretty head as with an aureole. "Bless me, child!" exclaimed Mr. Ktngg. "Who are you?" The flowerllko face of the little girl quivered, tho blue eyes spilled big drops over her checks. She approached Mr. Stagg, stooping nnd (squinting In tho office doorwny, nnd placed a timid hand upon the broad band of black crepe he wore on his contsloevc. "You're not Hannah's Car'lyn?" questioned the hardware dealer huskily. "I'm Cnr'iyn May Cameron," she confessed, "l'ou're my Uncle Joe. I'm very glnd t J'0". Uncle Joe, and nnd I hope you're glud to see mo nnd Prince," sho ilnlshed ruther ful torlngly. "J5los me!" murmured the man ugulii. Nothing so startling ns this had en lured fjunrlso Cove's thief "Jmrdwiiro tiniporlutn" for many nd niiiiiy n your, Hgnnuli Htugg, the Imidwuro inor aluint' only ulster, had gone nwny friii'ii homo 'julto flflww yir j.rovl ys)y. Mr. HiBK I'U'J "vr mm JIiiii nuli ncfil'i; nut lids vlfiflil, bluo-oyed, sunny-hnlred girl was n repllcn of his sister, nnd In some dusty corner of Mr. Stngg's heart there dwelt a very faith ful memory of Hannah. Nothing had served to estrange tho brother save time nnd dlstnnco. "Hannah's Cnr'iyn," muttered Mr. Stngg agnln. "Bless me, child 1 how did you get here from New York?" "On tho cars, uncle. You see, Mr. Price thought I'd better come. He says you aro my guardian It's in papa's will nnd would hnvo been so In mam ma's will, If she'd made one. Mr. Price put mo on the train nnd tho con ductor took enro of me. "Who Is Mr. Price?" tho storekeeper asked. "He's a lawyer. He's written you a long letter about It. It's In my bag. Didn't you get tho telegram ha sent you last evening. Uncle Joo? A 'night letter,' he called It." "Never got It," replied Mr. Stngg shortly. "Well, you see, when papa and mam ma had to go away so suddenly they left mo with the Prices. 1 go to school with Kdna Price and she slept with mo nt night In our flat after the Dunrn ven sailed." "But what did this lawyer send you up here for?" nsked Mr. Stngg. The question wns n poser and Caro lyn Mny stnmmcred: "I I Don't guardians nlwnys take their little girls home nnd look out for them?" "Hum I don't know." Tho hnrd ware merchant mused grimly. "I I guess we'd better go up to Tho Corners nnd see what Aunty Hoso lias to sny about It. You understand, I couldn't really keep you If she says 'No!'" "Oh, Uncle Joe, couldn't you?" "No," he declared, wagging his bend decidedly. "And what she'll sny to that dog" "Oh 1" Carolyn Mny cried again, nnd put both arms suddenly nbout the neck of her canine friend. "Prlnco Is Just the best dog, Uncle Joo." Mr. Stngg shook his head doubtfully. Then he went Into tho office nnd shut the big ledger Into tho snfe. After locking the safe door, ho slipped tho key Into his trousers pocket nnd glanced around the store. "I'd like to know where that use less Gormley boy Is now," muttered Mr. Stngg. "Chet ! Hey ! you diet I" To Carolyn May's nmazement nnd to the utter mystification of Prince, n sec tion of the floor under their feet began to rise. "Oh, mercy mo!" squcnled the little girl, and sho hopped off tho trnpdoor; but the dog uttered a quick, threaten ing growl nnd put his muzzlo to the widening nperture. "Hey! cnll oft that dogl" begged n muffled voice from under the trapdoor. "He'll eat mo up. Mr. Stagg." "Lie down, Prince 1" commanded Carolyn Mny hastily. "It's only n boy. You know you like boys, Prince," she urged. "Come on up out o' that cellar, Chet. I'm going up to The Corners with my littlo niece Hannah's Car'lyn. This Is Chetwood Gormley. If he ever stops growln' longitudinally mebbe he'll bo n man some day and not n giant. You stny right here and tend store while I'm gone, Chet." Cnrolyn May could not help feeling some surprise nt tho flnully revealed proportions of Chetwood Gormley. Ho wus lnthllko and gawky, with very prominent upper front teeth, which gave a sort of bow-window nppearanco to his wide mouth. But there vos n good-humored twinkle In tho over grown boy's shallow eyes; and, if un couth, ho was kind. "I'm proud to know ye, Cnr'iyn," ho snld. Ho stepped quickly out of the way of Prince when tho latter started for tho front of the store. Once out of the shop In tho sunlit street, the littlo girl breathed n sigh of relief. Mr. Stngg, peering down nt her sharply, asked: "What's tho matter?" "I I Your shop Is nwful dark, Undo Joe," sho confessed. "I cun't seem to look tip In there." " 'Look up?' " repented tho hard ware dealer, puzzled. "Yes, sir. My papa says never to get In any plnce where you enn't look up and seo something brighter and hot ter nhend," said Carolyn Mny softly. ''Ho says that's what makes llfo worth living." "Oh, ho does, does ho?" grunted Mr, Htngg. Ho noticed tho heavy bag In her hand and took It from hen. Iiistantly her released lingers tolo Into his free hanil, Mr. Ktngg looked down nt tho littlo hand In his jmlin, somewhat Hurtled nnd not u littlo dlsiiiuyed, The innlii hlreot of HijiirlMo C'ovo on OopjrUht, tMt, by IVxSd, Uo4 A Oomoanr, Int. this wnnn nftorunon wns not thronged with shoppers. Not many people no ticed tho tflt I. shambling, round-shouldered man In rusty black, with the po tlto flguro of tho child nnd tho mon grel dog passing that way, though n few Idlo shopkeepers looked nfter tho trio In surprise. But when Mr. Stngg nnd his companions turned into tho pleasantly shaded street thnt led out of town towards Tho Corners whero wns tho Stngg homestead Curolyn May noticed her uncle become sud denly flustered. Sho saw tho blood Hood Into his face and nock, nnd sho felt ids hand loosen ns though to re lease her own. The littlo girl looked nhend curiously nt tho womnn who was approaching. Sho wns not n young womnn that Is, not what the child would cnll young. Cnrolyn Mny thought sho was very nlco looking tall and robust. Her brown eyes Hashed an Inquiring glanco upon Carolyn May, but she did not look nt Mr. Stagg, nor did Mr. Stngg took nt Iter. "Oht who Is thnt lady. Uncle Joe?" nsked the little girl when they wcro out of earshot. "Hum I" Her uncle's throat seemed to need clearing. "That thnt Is Man dy Pnrlow Miss Anianiln Parlow," ho corrected himself with dignity. Tho flush did not soon fade out of his faco ns they went on In silence. It wns half a inllo from Main street to Tho Corners. Thero wns tall tim ber all nbout Sunrise Cove, which wns built nlong the shore of n deep Inlet cutting In from tho great lake, whoso bluo waters sparkled as far as ono might seo towards the south nnd west. Uncle Joe assured Carolyn Mny when sho asked him. thnt from the highest "Oh! Who le That Lady, Uncle Joe? hill In sight ono could seo only tho luko and the forest clothed hills nnd valleys. "There's lumber camps nil nbout. Mcbbo they'll Interest you. Lots of building going on nil tho time, too." Ho told her, ns they went nlong, of tho long trains of cars nnd of tho strings of barges going out of tho Covo, all laden with timber nnd sawed boards, mlllstuffs, tics and telegraph poles. They camo to tho last houso In tho row of dwellings on this street, on tho very edgo of tho town. Cnrolyn Mny saw that attached to tho house was n smnller building, facing the rondwny, with n wide-open door, through which she glimpsed benches nnd snwed lum ber, while to her nostrils wns wafted a most delicious smell of shavings. "Oh, there's n carpenter shop I" ex claimed Carolyn May. "And Is thnt the carpenter, Undo Joo?" A tnll old man, lean-faced nnd close ly shaven, with n hawk's-beak noso straddled by n hugo pair of silver bowed spectacles, ennio out of tho shop at that moment, n Jackknlfo In his hand. Ho saw Mr. Stngg and, turning sharply on his lied, went In doors again, "Who Is he, Undo Joo?" repented tho little girl. "And, If 1 nsked him, do you s'poso ho'd glvo mo somo of thoso nice, long, curly shavings?" "That's Jed Purlow and ho wouldn't glvo you any shavings; especially after having seen you with me," said tho hnrdwnro merchant brusquely. Tho pretty lady whoso name was Pnrlow mid tho queer-looking old car penter, whoso imiiio wns likewise Par low, would neither look nt Undo Joo I Uven such n littlo girl iih Carolyn Mny could M'o Unit her undo mid tho Pur lows were not friendly. By and by they camo In eight of Tho Corners n phico whero nnotlier road crossed this ono nt right angles. In one comer was n whltu church with u square tower mid green blinds. In another of tho four comers was set u big store, with u covered porch nil ncross tho front, on which wero shel tered certain agricultural tools, Thero was no sound of llfo nt Tho Comers save a rhythmic "clunk, clunk, clank" from tho blacksmith shop on tho third comer. On tho fourth comer of tho cross roads stood the Stngg hoinostend n wide, low-roofed house of ancient ap pearance, yet In good repair, Neat ness was the keynote of nil nbout tho place. "Is this whero you live, Undo Joe?" nsked Carolyn May breathlessly. "Oh, what a beautiful big placet It seems nwful big for mo to live In 1" Mr, Stngg had halted nt tho gnto nnd now looked down upon Cnrolyn Mny with perplexed brow. "Well, wo'vo got to seo about that first," ho muttered. "There's Aunty Host " Carolyn and Prlnco make the acquaintance of Aunty Rote, and tho latter attitude It not very reatsurlng to the lonely little olrl. Carolyn's flrtt ex periences In her new home aro told In the next Installment (TO 1IH CONTINUED.) SEES LITTLE IN ALHAMBRA Writer Says Famous Building Ex presses Mere Deauty, Without Any Seme of Power or Vigor. Tho Alhnmbrn is on tho shoulder of a mountain, it overlooks tho town, Bart Kennedy writes In the Wldo World. It wiim built by the Moors, nnd I take It that It was built overlooking tho town for tho usual renson. Tho ruling Moors lived therein nnd they wished to bo In a position to glvo tho nonrullng Moors "whnt for" when they became, too critical. Thero Is u lot of human nnturo u ruling people Just ns thero Is In ruled people. A beautiful place, this Allmtubrn. But to mo Its architecture expressed decadenco nnd wenkness. Thero wns nothing strong or massive about It. Whether a raco expresses truly its character In archi tecture or not Is not for mo to say. To bo able to give n reliable opinion as to this would necessltnto tho living of a llfo that lasted through n couple of tlnvasnnd years. But certainly tho Al hnmbrn did not suggest power nnd vigor. Beniity, yes, and also fancy, but nothing more. But on tho Cucstn dc los Mtiortos (thu hill of tlicxknd), which wns out sldo tho nctual pnlaco of tho Alham bra, wero threo initsslvo sqtinro towers. They expressed strength. In them had lived centuries before tho Moham medan soldiers of tho guard. Thcso towers Impressed me nnd I often went to seo them In tho moonlight, for then thero seemed to bo In their strength and power somo weird effect. Insects Still Used as Food. Tnles of tho uso of Insects ns food nro very frequently discredited. Tho locust nnd wild honey faro on which John tho Baptist Is described as hav ing lived In tho wltderness tins been claimed by somo to hnvo been n plant, such ns Is to ho found In Bermuda under tho nnmo of torncln, or moro popularly "locust and wild honoy." On tho other hnnd, there hnvo been enrncst supporters of tho theory that tho mnnnn on which tho people of Israel fed was an Insect excretion. Whllo tho development of ngrlculturo nnd commercial facilities hovo ren dered tho use of Insects ns food In most enses unnecessary, In other times nnd under other conditions men hnvo not despised tho Insect ns n menus of subsistence j nnd even today various Insects nro enten nnd relished by men, although their relntlvo Importnnco ns food Is now of course almost neg ligible. Painters Have Lono Lives. Painting nnd longevity seem some how connected. Jnmes Sunt died late ly nt ninety-live; Sidney Cooper, tho cattlo painter, exhibited flvo ennvnscs at tho same ugn nnd died nt ninety' nine; Thomns Mncquold lived to bo ninety-two, nnd John Mnssey Wright worked up to tho dny of his denth nt ninety-three. But, of course, tho most famous long-lived painter tho world has known wns Tltlnn. Born In 1-177, ho lived Just u year short of n century. Ills canvnses nro ns fresh todny as when they camo from his brush, although they nro mostly lie tween four hundred and flvo hundred years old. Several lino examples aro In the national gallery. Its Olass. She "I heard u nolso very lute when you camo In." Ho (facetiously) "Was It tho night falling?" Hho (sternly) "No; It was tho day breaking." Kaiisago casings have been Invent ed which nro Hindu of wood pulp cel lulose, It Is (lllllcnlt lo Judge n woman by tho things iiho doesn't xuy, IF BACKACHY KIDNEYS BOTHER Kill loss meal, ulso lnko fthm r Suits heroic online broiikfn.st. Urlo nuld in meat excites tho kid itovs. thoy hocoiuo overworked: gut sluggish, ache, and feel llko lumps of loud. Tho urine becomes ciouuy; tno bladder Ih Irritated, nnd yuit may bo obliged to seek relief two or threo times during thu night. When tho kidneys clog you must help them flush off tho body's urinous wnnto or you'll bo n real sick person niiuruy. ai nrsi you fool n dull misery In tho kidney region, you suffer from backache, nick hoiulncho, dizziness, stomach gets sour, tongue coated nnd you fool rhuiimalto twinges when tho weather is bnil. 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