Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-08-09

felt MS mana loosen as though 10 re-
lease her own. The little girl looked
ahead curiously at the woman who was
approaching,
She was not young wOmNn-that
Is, not what the child would call young,
Carolyn May thought she was very
nice looking-tall and robust, Her
brown eyes flashed an lnQulring glance
upon Carolyn May, but she did not
look at Mr. stagg, nor did Mr., Stage
look at her
"Oh who Is that lady, Uncle Joel'
asked the little girl when they were
out OF earshot,
"Humw Her uncle's throat seemed
to need clearing, "That-that Is Man
dy Parlow-Mlss Amanda Parlow," no
corrected himself with dignity,
The flush did not soon fade out OF
his face as they went on In silence.
/ II was half a mile from Main street
to The Corners, There was tall tim
Der all about Sunrise Cove which was
built along the shore Of deep inlet
cutting In from the great lake, whose
blue waters sparkled as far as one
might see towards the south and west.
Uncle Joe assured Carolyn May when
she asked him, that from the highest
hill In sight one could see only the
lake and the fOrest-clOthed hills and
valleys.
"Theres lumber camps all about,
Mebbe they'll interest you, Lots OF
building going on all the time, too"
He told her, as they went along Of
the long trains Of cars and of the
strings Of barges going out Of the Cove
all laden with tSpber and sawed
boards, mlllstuhfs, ties and telegraph
poles.
They came to the last house In the
row OF dwellings on this street, on the
very edge Of the town. Carolyn May
saw that attached to the house was n
smaller building, facing the roadway,
with n wide.open door, through which
she glimpsed benches and sawed lum.
Der, while to her nostrlls was waited
n most delicious smell OF shavlngs.
ooh, there's carpenter shop!" ex-
claimed Carolyn May "And Is that
the carpenter, Uncle Joe?'
A tall old man, lean-faced and close
ly shaven, with a hawks.beak nose
straddled by huge pair Of silver
bowed spectaces, came out Of the
shop Mt that moment, n jackknife In
his hand. He saw Mr. Stage and,
turning sharply on his heel, went ln-
doors again.
"Who is he, Uncle Joe?' repeated
the little girl. "And, if | asked him,
do you s'pose he'd give me some Of
those nice, long, curly shavings?'
"That's Jed parlow-and he wouldn't
give you any shavlngs; especially
after having seen you with me-" said
the hardware merchant brusQuely.
The pretty lady whose name was
Parlow and the queer-looklng old car
penter, whose name was likewise Par
low, would neither look at Uncle Joe
Even such little girl as Carolyn May
could see that her uncle and the Par
lows were not friendly.
BY and by they came in sight Of The
Corners-a place where another road
crossed this one at right angles.
In one corner was a white church
with square tower and green blinds.
In another Of the four corners was set
big store, with a covered porch all
across the front, on which were shell
tered certain agricultural tools.
There was no sound of life at The
Corners save a rhythmic "clank, clank,
clank" from the blacksmith shop on
the third corner.
On the fourth corner Of the cross
roads stood the Stage homestead-a
wide, low-roofed house of ancient ap-
pearance, yet in good repair. Neat
ness was the keynote Of all about the
place.
rs this where you live, Uncle Joe2"
asked Carolyn May breathlessly. "Oh,
what a beautiful big place. 1t seems
awful big for me to live inl"
Mr.. Stage had halted at the gate
and now looked down upon Carolyn
May with perplexed brow. well,
we've got to see about that first" he
muttered. "There's Aunty Rose"
A voice calling, "Chuck Chuck
Chuck-a-chuck! 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.
81 tell you what it Is, Carlyn May.
You'd better meet Aunty Rose first
alone. I've my fears about this mon
grel."
"Oh, Uncle Joe" quivered his niece.
"You go ahead and get acquainted
with her." urged Mr.. Stage. "She
don't like dogs. They chase her
chickens and run over her flower beds.