The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-10-25
CHAPTER CONTINUED.
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Chuck-a-chuckl |" came from behind
the old house. A few white-feathered
fowls that had been in sight scurrIed
wildly away in answer to the sum-
mons.
Mr.. Stage, still looking at the little
girl, set down the bag and reached
for the dogs leash. The loop of the
latter he passed around the gatepost.
II tell you what 1t is, Car'lyn May.
You'd better meet Aunty Rose first
alone. I've my fears about this mon
grel."
"Oh, Uncle Joel" quivered his niece.
"You go ahead and get acquainted
with her." urged Mr.. Stage. "She
Aon't like dogs. They chase her
chickens and run over her flower beds.
Aunty Rose Is peculiar, I might says
"Oh, Uncle Joel" repeated the little
GIRL family.
you've got to make her like you, If
Eou want to live here" the hardware
desaer concluded firmly.
! He gave Carolyn May little shove
mp the path and then stood back and
mopped his brow with his handker-
thief. Prince strained at the leash
and whined, wishing to follow his little
mistress.
Mr.. Stage said: ''You'd better keep
mighty quiet, dog. If you want your
home address to be The Corners, sing
Gmalll"
! Carolyn May did. not hear this, but
disappeared after the fowls around
the corner of the wide, vine-draped
porch. The pleasant back yard was
tnll of sunshine. On the gravel path
beyond the old well. with It's long
sweep and bucket, half a hundred
chickens. some guineas and flock Of
turkeys scuffled for grain which was
being thrown to them from an open
pan.
! That pan was held in the plump
band Of a very dlgnifled-looking won.
IN. dressed In drab and with a sun
Sonnet on her head.
Aunty Roses appearance smote the
little girl with feeling Of awe.
There was no frown on her face ;
b was only calm, unruffied, unemo-
donal. 1t simply seemed as though
nothing. either material or spiritual.
could ruffie the placidity Of Aunty
Rose Kennedy.
She came Of Quaker stock and the
serenity Of body and spirit taught by
the sect built wall between her and
Everybody else.
"Child. who are your" asked Aunty
Rose with some curiosity.
The little girl told her name; but
perhaps 1t was her black frock and
hat that identified her In Aunty Roses
mind, after all.
"You are Hannah Stages little GIRL"
she said.
"Yes'm-if you please" Carolyn May
confessed family.
sand how came you here alonef"
eff you please, Uncle Joe said I'd
better prob'ly come ahead and get &c
ruainted with you first"
"'Tirstr What do you mean, 'firstr I"
asked Aunty Rose sternly.
"First-before you saw Prince" re-
sponded the perfectly frank little girl.
-'Uncle Joe thought maybe you
wouldn't care for dogs"
"Dogsw
mo, ma'am. And of course where
Z live Prince has to live too. So"
$50 you brought your dogf"
Eyes, ma'am."
"0f course" said Aunty Rose con-
posedly, II expected you to come here.
j do net know what Joseph Stagg ex-
Dected. But I did not suppose You
would have a dog. Where is Joseph
Etaggf"
"He-he's coming"
"wIth the dogf'
@Yes, ma'am."
4 Au4ll Ioct cCCulCQ W NaAC coAuC
time to digest this; but she made no
Further comment N regard to the mat
ter, only saying:
"Let us 60 into the house. Car1yn
May. You must take or your hat
and battle your face and hands"
Carolyn May Cameron followed the
stately figure Of Aunty Rose Kennedy
into the blue-and-white kitchen Of the
old house. with something OF the feel
ing Of a eulprit on the way to the
block.
Such a big kitchen as It WASH The
little girl thought It must be almost
rs big as their whole apartment in
Harlem ''put together"
The httle girl took Of her plain
black hat. shook back her hair and
pafted II smooth with her hands. then
plunged her hands and face into the
basin Of cool water Aunty Rose had
drawn Tor her az the sink The dust