Wyn
'UTH
CHAPTER XlV-i-Contlnued.
14
"Pick 1 1 1 111 up nml put tilm on the
sled here, boys," Mr. Stngg said. "I'll
carry Hannah's Cnr'lyn myself."
The party. Including the excited
Prince, pot hack to the docks without
losing any time nnd without further
- accident. Still the chnpcl hell was
ringing and somebody said:
"We'd have been up a stump for
knowing the direction If It hadn't been
for that hell."
".Me. too." muttered Chet Gormley.
'That's what kep me goln folks
the chapel bell. It Just teemed to be
callln' me home."
Joseph Stugg, cnrrletl his niece up
to Mrs. Gormley's little house, while
one of the men helped Chet nlong to
the same destination. The seamstress
met them at the door, wildly excited.
"And what do you think?" she cried.
"They took Mainly I'nrlow home In
Tim's hack. She wns Just done up,
they tell me. pullln that chapel bell.
Did you ever hear of such n silly crit
ter Just because she couldn't tlnd the
sexton I"
"Hum! you and I both seem to be
mistaken about what constitutes silli
ness, Mrs. Gormley." grumbled the
hardware dealer. "I wns for railing
your Chet silly, till I learned what he'd
done. And you'd better not call Miss
Mantly silly. The sound of the chapel
bell gave us all our bearings. Both of
em, Chet and Miss Mnndy, did their
best."
Carolyn May was tnken home In
Tim's hack. too. To her surprise. Tim
wns ordered to" stop at the I'nrlow
house and go In t ask how Miss
Amanda was.
By this time the story of her pulling
of the chapel hell rope wns all over
Sunrise Cove nnd the hack driver was
naturally as curious as anybody. So
he willingly went Into the I'nrlow cot
tage, bringing back word that she was
resting comfortably. Doctor Nugent
having Just left her.
"An' she's one brave gnl," dcclnred
Tim. "I'itcher of George Washington !
pullln' that bell rope nlu't no baby's
Job."
Cnrolyn May did not altogether un
derstand what Miss Amanda had done,
but she was greatly pleased that
Uncle Joe had so plainly displayed his
Interest In the carpenter's dnughter.
The next morning Carolyn May
seemed to be In food condition. In
deed, she wns the only Individual vi
tally Interested in the adventure who
did not pay for the exposure. Even
I'rince had barked his legs being
hauled out on the Ice. Uncle Joe hnd
caught a bad cold In his head and stif
fen il from it for some time. .Miss
"Carolyn May," Ha 8ald, "What Are
You WrltlnoT"
Atnundn remained In bed for several
days. Hut It was poor Chet Gonnley
who paid the dearest prlco for par
ticipation In the exciting Incident. Doc
tor Nugent had hard work fighting off
pneumonia,
Mr. Stugg surprised himself by tho
Interest he took In Chet Ho closed
IiIh store twice each day to cull at
the Widow Gormley's house,
Mr. Ktugg found himself talking with
Chet more thuu however had before.
The boy mum lonely and the man found
11 spurk of Interest In his lieurt for him
(Hut liu tiud never previously dlscor
irt'il, He begun to probe Into his
if ;
of tke (orners
BELMORE ENDICOTT
conrKM.tr 1 9 1 o y
SODD. MBAf wd CCNfWNY.
I young employee's thoughts, to lenrn
something of his outlook on life; per
haps, even, he got some Inkling of
! Chefs ambition.
That week the Ice went entirely
out of the cove. Spring was nt hnnd.
with Its muddy roads, blue skies,
sweeter airs, soft rains and 11 general
revivifying feeling.
Aunty Kose declared that Carolyn
May hecau at onco to "perk up.'S. Per
haps the cold, long winter had been
hard for the child to bear.
One day the little girl had a more
I than ordinarily hard school task to
perform. Everything did not come
easy to Carolyn May, "by any manner
of means," as Aunty Hoso would have
; said. ConiKsltlon writing wns her
I bnne and Miss Minnie hud Instructed
Carolyn May's class to bring In a writ
ten exercise the next morning. The
' little girl wandered over to the church
' yard with her slate and pencil nnd
. I'rince. of course to try to achieve
' the composition.
1 The windows of the minister's study
overlooked this spot nnd he wns sit
ting nt his desk while Carolyn .May
was laboriously writing the words on
her slate (having learned to use a
slate), which sho expected Inter to
copy Into her composition book.
The Itev. Afton Drlggs watched her
nuzzled face nnd lnborlni: it Hi; its for
I some moments before culling out of
1 his window to her. Several sheets of
I sermon paper lay .before him on the
i desk nnd perhaps he was having al
I most as hard n time putting on the
1 paper what he desired to say as Car
olyn May wns having with her writ
ing. Finally, he enme to the window nnd
spoke to her. "Carol; n May," he said,
"what nre you writing?"
' "Oh. .Mr. Drlggs. Is that you?" snld
the little girl, getting up quickly and
I coming nearer. "Did you ever have to
I write u composition?"
1 "Yes, Carolyn Mny, I have to write
one or two each week." And ho
sighed.
"Oh, yes I So you do 1" the little girl
agreed. "You have to write sermons.
jAnd that must he n terribly tedious
' thing to do, for they have to be longer
than my composition n great denl
! longer."
' 4.C I, f - nn flint la It-
ou 11 in 11 luiujMrniiiijii iiiul it"uu
ling you," tho young minister re
marked. "Yes, sir. I don't know what to
write I really don't. Miss Minnie
says for us not to try nny flights of
fancy. I don't Just know what those
are. Hut she says, write wnat is in us.
Now, that don't seem like n composi
tion," ndded Cnrolyn Mny doubtfully.
"What doesn't."
"Why, writing what Is In us." ex
plained the little girl, staring In n
puzzled fashion nt her slate, on which
she hnd written several lines. "You
see, I hnvc written down nil the things
I that I 'member Is In me."
"For pity's snko! let me see It,
child," said the minister, quickly reach
ing down for the slate. When he
brought It to a level with his eyes he
was amazed by tho following:
"In me there Is my heart, my liver,
my lungs, my vcrforrn pendlcks, my
stummlck, two ginger cookies, a piece
nt nanmlnl enndv find D1V dinner."
' "For pity's sake!" Mr. Drlggs shut
. oiT this explosion by a sudden cough. '
1 "I guess It Isn't much of n compo
sition, Mr. Drlggs," Carolyn Mny said
frankly. "But how can you make your
Inwards be pleasant reading?
The minister wns hnvlng no little
difficulty In restraining his mirth.
"do nround to the door, Cnrolyn
Mny, and ask Mrs. Drlggs to let you
In. Perhaps I can help you In this
composition writing."
"Oh, will you, Mr. Drlggs?" cried
the little girl. 'That is awful kind of
you."
Tho clergyman did not seem to mind
neglecting his task for the pleasure- of
helping Carolyn May with hers. He
explained quite clearly Just what Miss
Minnie meant by "writing what Is In
you."
"Oh I It's what you think about a
thing yourself not what other folks
think," cried Carolyn Mny. "Why, I
can do that I (bought It was some
thing like thoso physcrology lessons.
Then I can write about anything 1
want to, can't I?"
"I think so," replied tho minister,
"I'm awfully obliged to you, Mr,
Drlggs," tho little girl snld, "I wish
might do something for you In re
turn." "Help me with my sermon, per
hups?" he asked, smiling,
"I would If I could, Mr, Drift."
Carolyn Mny wun wry earnest.
"Well, now, Carolyn May, how would
you go nbout writing s. sermon It you
had ono to write?"
"Oh, Mr. Drlggs I" exclaimed tho
llttlo girl, clnsplng her hand. "1 know
Just how I'd do It." .
"You do? Tell mo how, then, my
dear," ho returned, smiling, "l'erlmp.i
you hnvo an Inspiration for writing
sermons that I hni never yet found."
"Why, Mr. Diigss. I'd try to write
every word so's to make folks that
heard It happier. That's what I'd do.
I'd tuako 'em look up and see the sun
shine nnd the sk--nnd the moun
tains. wny oft yonder so they'd see
nothing but bright things and breathe
only good air and hear birds sing
Oh. dear me, that that Is tho way I'd
write a sermon."
Tho clergyman's face hnd grown
grave as he- listened to her, but he
kissed her warmly as he thanked her
and bade her good by. When she hud
genu from the study ho read ngiilu
the text written at the tup of thu first
sheet of senium paper. It was taken
from tho book of tho prophet Jere
miah. " To write every word so's to mnko
folks Hint heard It happier.' " he mur
mured as ho crumpled the sheet of pa
per In his hand and dropped It In tho
waste-basket.
CHAPTER XV.
The Awakenlno.
With the opening of spring nnd the
1 closo of the sledding season, work had
! stopped nt Adams' camp, ltnthcr, tho
entire plant had been shipped twenty
"I Know My Uncle Joe Like MUs
Amanda."
miles deeper Into tho forest mill,
huukhnuse. cook fched nnd such cbrru-gated-lron
shacks as were worth cart
ing nuny.
All that was left on the site of tho
busy camp were hugo heaps of Haw
dust, piles of slabs, discarded tlmburs
and the half-burned bricks Into which
hnd been built the portublu boiler and
engine.
And old Judy Mason. She was not
considered worth moving to the new
site of the camp. She was bedridden
with rheumatism. This wus tho report
Tim, the hackmiiu, had brought In.
Thu old woman's husband had gouo
with thu uu lilt to the new enmp, for liu
could not afford to give up his work.
Judy had not been so hud when thu
camp wus broken up, but when Tim
went over for a lond of slobs for
summer firewood, he discovered her
quite helpless In her bunk and almost
starving. Tho rheumutlc uttuck hod
become serious.
Amnndu I'arlow had at onco ridden
over with Doctor Nugent.
"How bruve and helpful It Is of Miss
Amnndu I" Carolyn May cried. "Deur
me, when I grow up 1 hope 1 can bo a
gradjeratu nurse llko Miss Mnndy."
"I reckon that's some spell uhond,"
chuckled Mr. I'nrlow, to whom she
snld this when ho picked her up for a
drive nfter taking his daughter to tho
cum p.
"Mr I'nrlow," tho girl ventured uftcr
n tlmo, "don't you think now that Miss
Amanda ought to bo happy?"
"Happy!" exclaimed the carpenter,
startled, "What about, child?"
"Why, about everything. You know,
onco I asked you nbout her being hap
py, and and you didn't seem fa
v'rnblo. You said 'Buhl'"
Tho old man mndo no reply for a
mlnuto nnd Cnrolyn May had tho pn
tlenco to wait for her suggestion to
"sink In." Finally ho said;.
"I dunno but you'ro right, Cnr'lyn
Mny. Not that It rantters much, I
guess, whether a body's huppy or not
In this world," ho added grudgingly.
"Oh, yes, It docs, Mr. I'arlow I It
matters a great deal, I 0111 suro to
us and to other people. If wo'ro not
happy Inside of us, how can wo bo
cheerful outside, nnd so rnuko other
pcoplo hnppy7 And that Is whut I
mean about Miss Amanda."
"What about Mundy7"
"Hho Isn't linppy," sighed Carolyn
Muy. "Not roully. Hho's Just as good
ill good run bo, Hlio Is always doing
for folks iiiul helping. But sho cun't
bo real huppy,"
igtimt
"Why not?" growled Mr. I'nrlow, hi
fnco turned nuny.
"Why 'cause Well, jou know,
Mr. I'nrlow, sho can't bo happy as long
as sho nnd my Undo Joe aro mad nt
each other."
Mr. I'nrlow uttered another grunt,
hut tho child went hrnvel on.
"You know very well tht.i's so. And
I don't know what to do about It. It
Just seems too awful that they should
hardly speak, nnd yet bo so fond or
each other deep down."
"How d'you know they're so fond of
each other deep down?" Mr. I'nrlow
demanded.
"1 know my Undo Joo likes Miss
'Mnndy, 'cnuso ho always speakN so
so respectful of her. And 1 can sen
she likes him, .n her eyes," replied the
observant Cnrolyn May. "Oh, yes, Mr.
I'arlow, they ought to bo happy again,
nnd wo ought to make 'em so,"
"Huh I Who ought to?"
"You nnd mo. Wo ought to llnd some
way of doing It. I'm suro wo can, If
wo Just think hard about It."
"Huh!" grunted tho carpenter again,
turning Cherry Into tho doorynrd.
"Huh I"
This wns not n very encouraging re
sponse. Yet ho did think of It. Tho
llttlo g!rl had started n train of
thought In Mr. I'arlow's mind that he
could not sidetrack.
(TO MS CONTINUKD.)
NOT AT ALL EAGER TO GO
Old Jeff Had No Desire Whatever to
Oe Translated From HI Com
fortable Cabin.
It Is commonly supposed thnt ne
groes fenrlng death will mako all sorts
of promises becnus" of their dread of
futuro punishment. But Prof. Ulrlrli
H. Phillips In "American Negro Slav
ery," tells tho sto.y of at least ono
old hard-headed fellow who steadfast
ly resisted tho hypnotic suggestion of
the prencher, anil even repudiated glo
rification on his denthbed. A Lou
isiana physician recounted to Pro
fessor Phillips the final episode In tho
career of "Old Undo CnleV who had
long been n-dylug. "Before his de
parture, Jeff, thu negro prencher, gath
ered his sable Hock of saints and sin
ners nround the bed. He read n chap
ter ami prayed, nfter which they sang
n hymn. Undo Caleb Iny motionless
with closed eyes and gnvo no sign. Jeff
npproached and took his hand. "Undo
Caleb," ho said earnestly, "do doctor
says you are dying, and all de bred
derln has como In for to seo you fo'
do Ins' tlmo. And now, Uncle Caleb,
dey wants to hear from your own mouf
de precious words, dnt yo feelB pro
pared to meut yo God, mid Is ready nn'
wlllln' to go." Old Uncle Caleb opened
his eyes suddenly nnd In n very Irrl
tnblu tone, rebuffed tho pious func
tlonnry In tho following unexpected
manner: "Jeff, don't tnlk yo nonsense
to me. You Jess knows dnt I ain't
ready to go nnd dat I ain't prepared to
meet nobody . . . dls olo cnhln
suits mo monstrously wolll" And .so
ho died.
Not for Me, but of Me.
Moses Sellg tins been In business for
n long time hut never until recently
had he received 11 purely business let
ter from a small granddaughter. The
letter was sent by his granddaughter,
Evelyn Ilnhn, who formerly lived In
Indianapolis, nnd was as follows:
"Dearest Grundpn: This Is 11 busi
ness note. ... I nm selling Thrift
Stamps and Wur Savings Stumps.
Please buy of me, not for me, and help
mo to recclvo n position In tho army
of thrift workers. Send mo 11 check
If you will, paynhlo to ensh, nnd I will
send you thu stumps. You will oblige
and help mo very much. Much lovo.
"EVELYN."
It Is needless to say thnt Mr. Sellg
regarded this ns ono of tho most Im
portant business notes ho ever re
ceived. Indlnnnpolls News.
At Everyone' Door.
Bomo sngo has snld that opportu
nity knocks nt evcryono's door, yet
the really lovel-hcadcd person will not
Idly sit around waiting to hear this
welcome summons. Ho or she, llko tho
enrly bird thut simply cannot miss the
worm, must bo up and doing, hunting
nround for tho opportunity thnt alway
comos to thoso who determinedly soek
It. Perform well today's duties, look
on tho bright sldo of life and keep your
grievances to yoursolf. Success Is
sweet no ono will deny this truth
hut If wo do not work for It nnd If
wo do not learn to faco tho world
bravely, with a smllo on our Hps, then
wa mny ns well muko up1 our minds
that success will novor como our wuy.
Cure for Hiccough.
Small ploces of Ico applied suddenly,
so us to surprise tho patient, will stop
persistent hiccoughing. Also hot drink
of wcuk coffee nnd milk taken fre
quently has tho doslrod effect. A lump
of sugar saturated with vinegar will
often relieve hiccoughs.
Walnut for Qunitock.
Homo of tho oldest walnut trees )
this country were originally planted,
not for tho sake of tho fruit, but be
cause Iho wood make Hut best gun
stocks, being light, strong 11 ml not out
lly wurpi-d,
SCOUTS
(Conducted by Nntloiml Council of th
Hoy Heouts of America. )
SCOUTS AS "NUT PATRIOTS"
The boy Is coming Into his own.
Every human boy always know deep
within his heart thnt ho wns tho nut
urn! keeper of tho peace, thu very
present help In time of trouble, but
tho dllllculty lay In convincing his eld
ers. Tho boy scout movement wns his
first groat opportunity for demonstra
tion, nnd ho seized It. Under Its bo
nellcent rays his natural Inclination
mid operations emerged from tho
black shndow of paternal disapproval
or lack of Interest and nssumod their
deserved placo.
.Swimming, woodcraft nnd camping
heenmo dignified professions, In tho
pursuit of which tho boy himself wns
Hindu strong and thereby fitted to de
fend tho weak.
Ills vuluo ns a part of civic llfo
next became apparent, nnd ho distrib
uted Important literature, helped euro
for the crowds nt pnrndos and public
meetings, learned to observe city laws
and tralllc regulations and to encour
age their observance In others.
Having borne himself worthily In
nit these mutters, behold his Just re
ward 1 No more did tho boy need to
nslc fearfully If ho might go nutting.
His country culled him, ho must go.
Authoring mils for gas musics was rec
ognized by tho highest authorities as
nu esNontlnt Industry. But tho boy
knew It nil the tlmo.
TAXING CENSUS OF TREES.
Intereatlna Work Successfully Han.
died by Youngster.
SCOUT'S BRAVERY TESTED.
Whut his modnl for wnr work means
to 11 boy scout Is Illustrated by this
little story. Robert Goodwin, n scout
In Des Moines, in., wns lying In Iho
hospltul very 111 from typhoid when
Scout Executive Gendnll received tho
boy's Ace Medal for selling War Snv
Ings slumps for tho government.
Ill ns the scout wns It wns decided
thnt he should receive his medal, and
It wns tnken to him In the hnspltnl. Ho
wanted It pinned on tho pocket of his
nightgown.
Shortly nfter that it wns discovered
that he also had nppcndlcltls nnd ho
was prepared for an operation. As ho
was placed upon the wheeled tablo to
bo carried Into tho operating room his
mother asked him If ho wns nfrold.
"No," he snld, "ono of tho twelvo
points of the scout lnw Is that a scout
Is brave."
Scout Goodwin's mother says that
sho Is convinced thnt If tho scout law
mount so much to her hoy at such n
tlmo Its application to alt boys would
ho a good thing.
8C0UT8 RUN AN AMBULANCE.
Tho boy scouts of Itlchmond during
tho Inlluenzn epidemic performod a
groat service. Tho scouts voluntarily
secured, equipped and manned an am
bulance. This nmbtilnnco carried moro than
75 patients to tho emergency hospital
at tho high school. Tho scouts took
every precaution. They woro masks
and bathed their Iinndu nnd faces In
bichloride solution,
Ah innny as eight patients woro
brought from ono homo, each ono euro
fully placed upon tho stretcher by
their trained hnnds, borno to tho am
bulnnrn nnd taken out with skill not
excelled by veteran nmbulunco drivers,
This ambulance was on duty night
nnd day, At times It was necessary to
curry nu many as five pntlonta nt ono
lime,