Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-09-27

your Chef silly, TIL | earned what he'd
done, And you'd better not call Miss
Mandy silly The sound Of the chapel
bell gave us all our bearings, Both Of
'cm, Chet ana Miss Mandy did their
best"
Carolyn May was taken home In
Tins hack, too To her surprise, Tim
was ordered to stop at the P0rIow
house and so in to ask how Miss
Amanda was,
BY this time the story Of her pulling
Of the chapel bell rope was all over
Sunrise Cove and the hack driver was
naturally rs curious as anybody, SO
he willingly went into the PurIow cot
tage, bringing buck word that she was
resting comfortably Doctor Nugcnt
having just left her.
"An' she's one brave gal" declared
Tim. "PitChcr of George Washington!
pullIn' that bell rope ain't no baby's
job"
Carolyn May did not altogether I'M
derstand what Miss Amanda had done,
but she was greatly pleased that
Uncle Joe had so plainly displayed his
interest in the carpenters daughter,
The next morning Carolyn May
seemed to be in good condition. In.
deed, she was the only individual vi
tally Interested In the adventure who
did not pay for the exposure. Even
Prince had parked his legs hcing
hauled out on the ice. Uncle Joe had
caught bad cold in his head and sur-
fcred from it for some time. Miss
Amanda remained in bed for several
days. But it was poor Chef Gormlcy
who paid the dearest price for par
ticlpation in the exciting incident Doc
tor Nugcnt had hard work fighting Off
pneumonia.
Mr.. Stagg surprised himself by the
interest he took in Chct. He closed
his store twice each day to call at
the Widow Gomley'S house.
Mr., Stage found himself talking with
Chef more than he ever had before.
The boy was lonely and the man found
a spark of interest in his heart for him
that he had never previously discov-
cred, He began to probe into his
young employees thoughts, to learn
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 at hand,
with its muddy roads, blue skies,
sweetcr airs, soft rains and Il general
reyiyifying feeling
Aunty Rose declared that Carolyn
May began at once to "perk up" Per-
haps the cold, long winter had been
hard for the child to bear.
One >day the little girl had more
than ordinarily hard school task to
perform. Everything did not come
easy to Carolyn May "by any manner
of MEANS" as Aunty Rose would have
said. Composition writing was her
bane and Miss Minnie had instructed
Carolyn Mays 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-and
Prince, of Course-to try to achieve
the composition.
The windows of the minister's study
overlooked this spot and he was sit
ting at his desk while Carolyn May
was laboriously writing the words on
her slate (havlng learned to use a
slate), which she expected later to
copy into her composition book.
The Rev. Alton briggs watched her
puzzled face and laboring fingers for
some moments before calling out of
his window to her. Several sheets of
sermon paper lay before him on the
desk and perhaps he was having al
most as hard time putting on the
paper what he desired to say as Car
olyn May was having with her writ
ing.
Finally, he came to the window and
spoke to her. Carolyn May" he said,
"what are you writing?"
"Oh, Mr.. briggs, is that your said
the little girl, getting up quickly and
coming nearer. "Did you ever have to
write a compOsition?"
ayes, Carolyn May, have to write
one or two each week." And he
sighed.
"Oh, yes! So you do" the little girl
agreed. "You have to write sermons.
And that must be a terribly tedious
thing to do, for they have to be longer
than my cOmpOsltiOn-a' great deal
longer"
$50 it is a composition that Is troub-
ling you" the young minister re-
MARKEDLY
Eyes, sir. 1 don't know what to
wrlte-I really don't. Miss Minnie
says for us not to try any flights of |
fancy. 1 don't just know what those
are. But she says write what is in us.
Now, that don't seem like compost
tlon," added Carolyn May doubtfully.
"What doesn't" ,
"Why, writing what is In u.s." ex-
planned the little girl, staring in a
puzzled fashion at her slate, on which
she had written several lines. "You
see, have written down all the things