Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-08-30


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'ye all got such
funny names"
"llum !" calculated Uncle Joe,
smOtherlng a desire to laugh. "Flow
gently, sweet Alton, does select his
passages of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry bones / allow. You've
got II about right there, Carolyn May"
"UnCle joe" said the little girl, TAX
Ing her courage In both hands, twill
you do something for mel" Then, as
he stared down at her from under his
bushy brows, she added 81 don't mean
that you aren't always doing some
thing for me-lettlng me sleep here at
your house and eat with you and oil
that. But something special"
I "What Is the something speclalT"
asked Mr., Stage cautiously.
( Something | want you to do to-.
day, You always go Off to your store
after dinner and when you come home
It's too dark"
"Too dark for WHAT"
"FOr us to take walk" said the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh, Uncle
Joe, you don't know how dreadful
miss taking Sunday walks with my
papa OF course we took 'em In the
morning, for he had to go to work
on the paper In the afternoon, but we
did just about go everywhere. If you
would go with me- the little girl
added wlstfully, "just this afternoon,
seems to me | wouldn't feel $3.50
empty"
"Humphl" said Uncle Joe, clearing
his throat, "If It's going to do you
any particular good, Car'lyn May,
suppose can take walk with you"
1t was a crisp day-one Of those au-
tumn days when the tang of frost re-
mains In the air, in spite Of all the
efforts Of the sun to warm 1t.
Here and there they stopped to pick
up the glossy brown chestnuts that
had burst FROM their burrS. That Is,
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince,
after single attempt to nose one Of
the prlckly burrs, left them strictly
alone.
"You might just as we'll try to eat
Aunty Roses strawberry needle cush-
ion, Prlncey," the little girl said
wisely. you'll have sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when he tried to
file 1t down with wood rasp."
"IIum" calculated Mr.. Stage,
whatever possessed that Bartlett
child to do such a fool trck?"
"Why, you know his nose is awfully
big" said Carolyn May. "And his
mother is always worried about it. She
must have worried Amos, too, for one
day last week he went over to Mr..
Perlow's shop, borrowed a wood rasp
and tried to file his nose down to
proper size. And now he has to go
with his nose all creased and shiny
till the new skin grows back on it."
'Bless me, what these kids will do !"
muttefed Mr.. Stage.
1t was just at that moment that the
little girl and the man, becoming really
good comrades on this walk, met with
an adventure. At least to Carolyn
May 1t was real adventure and one
she was not to forget for long, long
time.
Prince suddenly bounded away,
barking, down pleasant glade,
through the bottom of which flowed
brook. Carolyn May caught a glimpse
Of something brown moving down
there and she called shrilly to the dog
to come back.
"But that's somebody, Uncle joe"
Carolyn May said with assurance, as
the dog slowly returned. "Prince
never banks like that unless it's a per-
son. And l saw something move"
Somebody taking a walk, like us.
Couldn't be deer" said Mr.. Stage.
"Oh," cried Carolyn May later, II
see 1t again. That's a skirt l see.
Why, it's ladyw
Mr.. Stage suddenly grew very stern
looking, as well as silent. All the
beauty Of the day and Of the glade
they had entered seemed lost on him.
He went on stubbOrnly, yet as though
loath to proceed.
why" murmured Carolyn May, 'it's
Miss Amanda Parlow! That's who 1t
is"
The carpenters daughter was sit
ting on bare brown log by the brook.
She was dressed very prettily, all In
brown.
Carolyn May wanted awfully to
speak to Miss Amanda. The brown
lady with the pretty roses in her
cheeks sat on log by the brook, her
face turned from the path Joseph
Stage and his little niece were coming
along.
And Uncle Joe was quite stubborn.
He stared straight ahead down the
path without letting the figure on the
log get into the focus of his vision.
Hanging to Uncle Joes hand but