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

try a tin pie plate, on which were
scraps OF meat and bread. besides a
gOodly marrow bone.
'If you think the dog Is hungry,
Car'lyn May" she said, "you would
better give him this before we break
our fast"
"oh, Aunty Rose" gasped the little
girl, her sober face all a.smlle. "He'll
be delighted"
She carried the pan out to Prince.
When the door closed again, Mrs.
Kennedy went TO the stove and In
stantly, with the opening of the oven.
the rush Of delicious OdOr from 1t
made Carolyn Mays mouth fairly
water.
Such Gaky blscult-two great pans
full Of the brown beautlesl Mr.. Stage
sat down at the table and actually
smiled.
The little girl took her indicated
place at the table timidly.
"Joseph Stage" said Aunty Rose,
sitting down, task a blessing"
Uncle JOe's harsh voice seemed sud
denly to become gentle as he reVer-
emily said grace.
Mr., Stage was In haste TO eat and
get back to the store. "or that Chef
Gormley viii try to make a meal on
some OF the hardware, / guess" he
said gloOmlly.
"oh, dear me, Uncle JoeW exclaimed
Carolyn May. "If he did that, he'd die
Of Indignation"
"Huh? Obi / guess 'twould cause
Indigestion" agreed her uncle.
Aunty Rose did not even smile.
"Bless mew Mr.. Stage exclaimed
suddenly, "What's that on the mantel,
Aunty Rose? That yaller letter."
"A telegram for you, Joseph Stage"
replied the old lady composedly.
"WellW muttered the hardware
dealer, and Carolyn May wondered II
he were not afraid to express just the
emotion he felt ut that instant. His
face was red and he got up clumslly
to secure the sealed message.
"Who brought 1t, and whenT he
asked finally, having read the law
yers night letter.
"A boy, This morning." said Aunty
Rose, utterly calm.
sand | never saw VI this noon,"
grumbled the hardware dealer.
Mrs. Kennedy quite ignored any
suggestion Of Impotence in Mr., Stages
voice or manner. But he seemed to
lose taste for his supper after reading
the telegram.
"Where Is the letter that this Mr..
Price wrote and sent by you, Car
lynn he asked ms he was about to
depart for the store.
The little girl asked permission to
leave the table and then ran to open
her bag Mr.. Stage said doubtfully:
~ s'pose you'll have to put her some
where-for the present. Don't see
what else we can do, Aunty Rose"
"You may be sure, Joseph Stage,
that her room was ready for her a
week ago." Mrs. Kennedy rejolned,
quite unruflled.
The surprised hardware dealer
gurged something In his throat.
"Wh0t room?' he finally stammered.
"That which was her mothers, Han
nah Stages room. 1t is next to mine
and she will come to no harm there"
"Hannahs" exclaimed Mr.. Stage.
"Why, that amt been slept In since
she went away"
ut is quite fit, them" said Aunty
Rose, shat 1t should be used for her
child. Trouble nothing about things
that do not concern you, Joseph
Stage" she added with, perhaps, addi-
tlonal sternness.
Carolyn May did not hear this. She
now produced the letter from her law
yer.
"There 1t is, Uncle Joe," she said.
IL guess he tells you all about me
In It."
"Humw said the hardware man,
clearing his throat and picking up his
hat. "Ill read 1t down at the store"
"Shall--shall 1 see you again to-
night, Uncle Joe2" the little gfM Seked
wistfully. "You know, my bedtlme's
half-past eight"
"Well, If you don't see me tonight
again, you'll be we'll cared for,
haven't doubt" said Uncle Joe short
ly, and went out.
Carolyn May went soberly back to
her chair. She did not eat much more.
Somehow there seemed to be a big
lump In her throat past which she
could not force the food. AS the dusk
fell, the spirit Of loneliness grlpped
her and the tears pooled behind her
eyelids, ready to pour over her cheeks
at the least "joggle." Yet she was not
usually "cry-baby" girl.
Aunty Rose was watching her more
closely than Carolyn May supposed.
After her third sup Of tea she arose
and began quietly clearing the table.
The newcomer was nodding In her
place, her blue eyes clouded with sleep
and unhapplness.
at Is time for Won TO 90 TO he'd.