The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-12-05
VII.
A Sunday Walk.

Really II Prince had been a vain
dog his ego would certainly have be-
come unduly developed because Of this
incident. The Corners, as a commu-
nifty, voted him an acquisition, whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon as
q good deal of q nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
Ign May and allowed Princes delight
cd little mistress 20 encourage the
''hero" to shake hands with teacher"
"Now, you see, he's acquainted with
you, Miss Mlnnie," said Carolyn May.
"He's an awful nice dog. You didn't
know Just how nice he was before"
Almost everybody went to church
and all the children to Sunday school.
which was held FIRST.
The Rev. Alton briggs, though seri-
ous-minded, was a loving IA He
was fond Of children and he and his
childless wife gave much Of their at
tention to the Sunday school. Mrs.
briggs taught Carolyn Mays class of
little girls. Mrs. briggs did her very
best. too. to get the children to stay
to the preaching service. but Carolyn
May had TO confess that the pastors
discourses were usually hard to under
stand.
"And he Is always reading about the
sBegats.'" she complained gently to
Uncle Joe rs they went home together
on this particular Sunday. 'and !
can't keep interested when he does
that. ! s'pose the 'Begats' were very
nice people. but I'm sure they weren't
related to us-they've all got such
funny names"
"HumI" calculated Uncle Joe.
~smothering a desire to laugh. "Flow
gently, sweet Alton. does select his
passages Of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry bones l allow. You've
got II about right there. Carolyn May"
"Uncle Joe" said the little girl, TAX
ing her courage In both hands. will
you do something for meT Then. as
he stared down ut her from under his
bushy brows, she added II don't mean
that you aren't always doing some.
thing for me-letting me sleep here at
your house and ent with you and all
that But something special"
"What is the something specialf"
asked Mr.. Stagg cautiously.
Something I want you to do to-
day. You always go of to your store
after dinner and when you come home
It's too dark"
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"For us to take a walk" said the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh. Uncle
Joe, you don't know how dreadful !
miss taking Sunday walks with my
papa! or course we tool 'em In the
morning, for he had to 20 to work
on the paper In the afternoon, but we
did just about so everywhere. II you
would 20 with me-" the little girl
added wistfuliy. "just this afternoon,
seems to me / wouldn't feel $3.50
empty"
"Humphi" said Uncle Joe, clearing
his throat. "If It's going to do you
any particular good, Carlyn May, ]
suppose ! a take a walk with YOU
1t was n crisp day-one of those au
tumn days when the tang Of frost re
mains In the air. In spite of all tn.
efforts Of the sun to warm II.
Here and there they stopped to picl
up the glossy brown chestnuts tina
had burst from their burrs. That is
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince
after u single attempt to pse one o.
the prickly burrs, left them strict!
alone.
"You might just rs well try to en-
Aunty Roses strawberry needle cush
Ion, Princey," the little girl sale
wisely. "Youu have n sorer nose thai
Amos Bartlett had when he tried L
file 1t down with a wood rasp."
'Humr" calculated Mr.. Stagg
whatever possessed that Bartlett
child to do such a fool tricky
"Why, you know his nose is awful!
big" said Carolyn May. "And hi
mother is always worried about 1t. Sh,
must have worried Amos, too, for on,
day last week he went over to Mr.
Parlow's shop, borrowed a wood rasI
and tried to file his nose down to
proper size. And now he has to &,
with his nose oil CREASED and shin,
till the new skin grows back on It.
"Bless me, what these kids will do !
muttered Mr.. Stage.
1t was just 0. hat moment that tn,