News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-10-16
accident. Still the chapel bell was
ringing and somebody said:

lOT llldL Dell.
"Me, too" muttered Chef Gormley
THAT'S what KEEP me goin', folks
the chapel bell. 1t just seemed to be
calm me home"
Joseph Stage, carried his niece I'D
to Mrs. GOrmley's little house. while
one Of the men helped Chef along to
the same destination. The seamstress
met them at the door, wildly excited.
"And what do you think?" she cried.
"They took Mandy Parlow home in
Tins hack. She was just done I'D,
they tell me, pullin' that chapel bell.
Did you ever hear of such a silly crit
ter-just because she couldn't find the
! sexton ~
"HumH you and l both seem to be
mistaken about what constitutes silli-
ness, Mrs. Gormley," grumbled the
! hardware dealer. 81 was for calling
your Chef silly, till l learned what he'd
done. And you'd better not call Miss
| Mandy silly. The sound of the chapel
bell gave us all our bearings. Both of
'em, Chef and Miss Mandy, did their
best"
Carolyn May was taken home in
Tins hack, too. To her surprise, Tim
was ordered to stop at the Parlow
house and go in to ask how Miss
Amanda was.
BY this time the story of her pulling
of the chapel bell rope was all over
Sunrise Cove and the hack driver was
n0TIVolIV p11rinuc nnuhOIu
he willingly went into the ParlOw cot
tage, bringing back word that she was
resting comfortably, Doctor Nugent
having just left her.
can she's one brave gall" declared
Tim. "Pitcher of George Washington
pullin' that bell rope amt no baby's
job.
Carolyn May did not altogether I'M
derstand what Miss Amanda had done,
but she was greatly pleased that
Uncle Joe had so plainly displayed his
interest in the carpenters daughter.
The next morning Carolyn May
seemed to be in good condition. In
deed, she was the only individual vi
tally interested in the adventure who
did not pay for the exposure. Even
Prince had parked his legs being
hauled out on the ice. Uncle Joe had
caught bad cold in his head and suf-
fered from it for some time. Miss
Amanda remained in bed for several
days. But it was poor Chef GOrmley
who paid the dearest price for par
ticipatiOn in the exciting incident. Doc
tor Nugent had hard work fighting off
pneumonia.
Mr.. Stage surprised himself by the
interest he took in Chef. He closed
his store twice each day to call at
the Widow Gormley's house.
Mr.. Stage found himself talking with
Chef more than he ever had before.
The boy was lonely and the man found
spark of interest in his heart for him
that he had never previously discov-
cred. He began to probe into his
young employees thoughts, to learn
something of his outlook on life: per-
haps, even, he got some inkling of
Chefs ambition.
That week the ice went entirely
OuL VI lhC NONS' OIll huo At manu-,
with its muddy roads, blue skies,
sweeter airs, soft rains and general
revivifying feeling.
Aunty Rose declared that Carolyn
May began at once to 'perk up" Per-
haps the cold, long winter had been
hard for the child to bear.
One day the little girl had more
than ordinarily hard school task to
perform. Everything did not come
easy to Carolyn May "by any manner
of MEANS" as Aunty Rose would have
said. Composition writing was her
bane and Miss Minnie had instructed |
Carolyn Mays class to bring in writ |
ten exercise the next morning. The |
little girl wandered over to the church. |
yard with her slate and pencil-and |
Prince, of cOurse-tO try to achieve |
the composition.
The windows of the minister's study |
overlooked this spot and he was sit
ting at his desk while Carolyn May |
was laboriously writing the words on |
her slate (having learned to use a
slate), which she expected later to |
copy into her composition book.
The Rev. Alton briggs watched her
puzzled face and laboring fingers for
some moments before calling out of
his window to her. Several sheets of
sermon paper lay before him on the
desk and perhaps lie was having al
most as hard a time putting on the
paper what he desired to say as Car
olyn May was having with her writ
ing.
Finally, he came to the window and
spoke to her. Carolyn May" he said,
''what are you writing?"
ooh, Mr.. briggs, is that your" said
the little girl, getting up quickly and
nearer. "Did you ever have to !
write a compositionT
'Yes, Carolyn May, l have to write
one or two each week" And he
sighed.
ooh, yesl So you dol" the little girl
agreed. you have to write sermons. |
And that must be a terribly tedious !
thing to do, for they have to be longer /
than my compOsition-a great deal
longer"