The Red Cloud chief., 1918-10-31

May at last. II s'pose you are hungry. |
1t isn't going to do you bit Of good
to eat but you don't know 1t. I'll ask |
Aunty Rose IL she has something for
you"
She got up YEARLY and went across
the yard. Aunty Rose stood Just in
side the screen door.
"Don't you want any dinner, Car'lyn
Mny?" she asked.
mo. ma'am. guess I'd better not
eat" said the child.
"Why notf"
"'Cause my stomach's so trembly.
just know I couldn't keep anything
down, even II could swallow 1t. But
Prince'll eat his, please. He-he don't
know any better"
'Tut. tut! murmured the woman.
Hes the most sensible Of the two of
| you, declare"
The minutes of that afternoon drag
| ged by In most doleful procession.
| There was no idea in the little girls
mind that Uncle Joe might change his
intention and Prince be saved from the
watery grave promised him. When
she saw the hardware dealer come in
to the yard almost an hour earlier
than their usual supper time she was
not surprised. Nor did she think of
pleading with him for the dogs life.
| The little girl watched him askpnce.
Mr. Stage came directly through the
yard. stopping only Mt the shed for a
| mDnpnf Thorn hn SarnraI OF
potato sack, and with 1t trailing from
his hand went halfway up the knoll
to where there was heap Of stones.
He stopped down and began to select
! some Of these, putting them In the
bag.
This was too much for Carolyn May.
With fearful look at Uncle Joe's I'M
compromising shoulders. she went to
the tree where Prince was chained.
Exchanging the chain for the leather
leash with which she always led him
about, the little girl guided the mon
grel across the yard and around the
corner Of the house.
Her last backward glance assured
her that the hardware dealer had not
observed her. Quickly and silently she
led Prince to the front gate. and they
went out together into the dusty road.
II know we oughtn't to-" whis-
pered Carolyn May to her canine
friend. "but feel I've Just got to save
you. Prince. IL can't see you
drownd-ed dead like that!"
She turned the nearest corner and
went up the road towards the little
closed, gable-roofed cottage where
Aunty Rose had lived before she had
come to be Uncle Joe's housekeeper.
Carolyn May had already peered
over into the small yard Of the cot
tsge and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy
still kept the fower-beds weeded and
the walks neat and the grass plot
trimmed. But the window shutters
were barred and the front door built
up with boards.
Carolyn May went in through the
front gate and sat down on the door
step. while Prince dropped to COM
Portable attitude beside her. The dos
slept. The little girl ruminated.
She would not 60 back to Uncle
Joe's-no. indeed! She did not know
Just what she would do when dark
should come, but Prince should not be
sacrificed to her uncle's wrath.
A voice. low. sweet. yet startling
aroused her.
"What are you doing there. little
grip
Both runaways started. but neither
Of them was disturbed by the appear
ansce of her who had accosted Caro-
Ign May.
Il "Oh, Miss Mandy" breathed the lit
tie girl, and thought that the carpen
ters daughter had never looked s,
e pretty.
Q "What are you doing there2" repeat
d ed Miss Parlow.
"We-we've run away" said Carr
T. Ign May at last. She could be nothih
e but frank; 1t was her nature.
"a run awayl" repeated the prett
woman. "You don't mean that2"
10 "Yes, ma'anI. have. And Prime,
y. From Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose,
re Carolyn May assured her, noddlng he
IN head with each declaration.
re "Oh, my dear what for2" aske
e. Miss Amanda.
Q, So Carolyn May told her-and wit
- tears.
~ Meanwhile the woman came into II
er yard and sat beside the child on II
ne step. With her arm about the lit
nd girl. Miss Amanda Struggled her U
RS close. wiping the tears away with h,