The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1918-09-07
and when you laid me down on the
corch Just now YOU kissed me-"

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I've saved warm for you"
isn't Prince TO have any dinner,
Aunty Rose2" asked the little girl.
"You may let him out, If you wish
after you have had your dinner fo'
can feed him under the tree"
Carolyn Mny was very much excited
about an hour iater when rusty
closed hack drew up to the front gate.
of the Stagg place and stopped.
An old man with a square-cut chin
whisker and clothing and hat as rusty,
as the hack Itself held the reins over
the bony back OF the horse that drew
the ancient equlpnge.
81 say, young'un, amt you out o yer
bnlliwickT' queried Tim, the hackman,
staring at the little girl In the Stagg
yard.
Carolyn May stood up quickly and
tried to look over her shoulder and
down her back. II was hard to get
all those buttons buttoned straight.
II don't know" she said, perturbed.
"Does II show?"
"Huh?" grunted Tim. "Does what
show2"
."Whnt you said" said Carolyn May
accuslngly. ~ don't believe II does"
"Heyl" chuckled the hack driver
suddenly. 81 meant, do you low Mrs.
I Kennedy knows you're playing In her
front yardf"
"Aunty Rose? Why. OF coursel |"
Carolyn May declared. Don't you
know live heref"
Live here? Get out - exclaimed
the surprised hackman.
| Yes, sir. And Prince too. With my
Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose"
pitcher OF George Washington !"
ejacuInted Tim. you don't mean Joe
Stagg's taken young-uD to boardT
Hes my guardian" said the little
girl primly.
! Aunty Rose appeared. She wore n
close bonnet, trimmed very plainly,
and carried parnsol OF drab silk.
Aunty Rose climbed into the creaky
old vehicle.
( "Are you going to be gone longT
asked Carolyn May politely.
mot more than two hours, child"
said the housekeeper. Nobody will
bother you here"
Not while that dogs with her. /
reckon" put In Tim, the backman.
MAY | come down the road to meet
you, Aunty RoseT' asked the little
girl. II know the way TO Uncle Joes
store"
81 don't know any reason why you
can't come to meet me- replied Mrs.
Kennedy. Anyway, you can come
along the road ns far as the first
house. You know that oneT
"Ycs, ma'am. Mr.. Parlow's," said
Carolyn May.
Carolyn May went back into the
yard and sat on the front-porch steps
and Prince, yawning unhappily, curled
down at her feet. There did not
seem To be much TO do at this place.
She had time now, had Carolyn May.
20 compare The Corners with the busy
Harlem streets with which she had
been familiar all her life.
Goodness mel" thought Carolyn
May. startled by her own imagination,
Suppose all the folks In all these
h"nses around here were dead"
: They might have been for all the
human noises she heard.
Goodness mel" she said again, and
this time she jumped up, startling
: Prince from his nap. Maybe there
( is spell cast over all this place." she
went on. Lets go and see II we can
find somebody that's alive"
They went out OF the yard together
! aud took the dusty road toward the
/ town.
| They soon came In sight Of the Par.
/ low house aud carpenter shop.
I'VE can't go beyond that," said
Carolyn May. "Aunty Rose told us
not to. And Uncle Joe says the cur
! penter-mnn isn't IA pleasant man."
She looked wistfully at the prem
lses. The cottage seemed quite az
much under the "spell' as had been
those dwellings at The Corners. But
| from the shop came the sound of n
plane shrieking over a long board.
"Oh, Princey!" gasped Carolyn May.
II blieve he's making long, curly
| shavings"
II there was one thing Carolyn May
adored II was curls.
| Suddenly Mr.. Jedidiah Parlow looked
up and saw the wlstful, dust-strenked
| face under the black hat brim and
above the black frock. He stared at
her for fully n minute, poising the
plane over his work. Then he put II
down and came to the door of the
shop.
You're Hannah Stages little girl,
| aren't your he asked.
"Yes, sir" she said, and sighed
! Dear me, he knew who she was right
uwayl There would not be any chance
of her getting suit of long curls.
"Youve come here 20 live, have
| yonf" said Mr.. Parl0w slowly.
"Yes, Sir. You see, my papa and
mamma were lost at sca--wllh the
! Dunruven. II was mistake, guess
! siVhnd tho lItflp Girl "cOr they weren't