The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-11-28
CHAPTER VI Continued.

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Aunty Rose remained. apparently,
rs austere as ever. while Joseph
Stagg was quite as much immersed In
business as formerly. Yet there were
times, when she and the child were
alone. that Mrs. Kennedy unssnt. In a
greater or less degree. And on the
part Of Joseph Stagg. he found himself
thinking Of sunny-haired, blue-eyed
"Hannah's CarTyn' with increasing
frequency.
Didn't ytd ever have any little
girls. Aunty koseT" Carolyn May ask
ed the housekeeper on one Of these in
innate occasions. "Or little boys? /
mean Of your very own"
YES" said Annty Rose in a matter
of-fact tone. 'Three. But only 10
have them In my arms for a very little
while. Each died soon after coming
to me. There was something quite
wrong with them all, so the doctors
said"
"Oh. my dear. All three Of them?"
sighed Carolyn May.
1.-Two girls and a boy. Only n
lived to be three months old. They
are all buried behind the church yon-
der"
The next morning early Carolyn
May. with Prince, went ovcr into the
churchyard and found the three little
stones In a row. She knew they must
he the right ones, for there was L big
ger stone, with the inscription. Frank
Kennedy. beloved spouse Of Rose Ken
nedy." upon IL.
The anne on the three little stones
were Emeline. Frank, Jr., and Clarissa.
Weeds and tall grass had begun to
sprout about the little. lozenge-shaped
stones and about the taller one
While she was thus engaged. a tall
man in black-looking rather "weedy"
himself, II the truth were told-came
across the graveyard AMI stood beside
her. He wore a broad band Of crepe
around his hat and on his arm, and
was very grave and seri~ous-looking.
"who are you. little girl?' he asked.
his voice being quite agreeable and
his tone kindly.
I'm Car1yn May. II you please"
she replied. looking up at him frankly.
"Car'lyn May Stagg?" he asked.
you're Mr.. Stages little girlf I've
heard Of you"
"Car'lyn May Cameron" she correct
ed seriously. I'm only staying with
Uncle Joe. He is my guardian. and he
had to take me, OF course, when my
papa and were lost at sea-"
'Indeed?" returned the gentleman.
"Do you know who ! ami"
I'll think" said Carolyn May,
doubtfully. shat you must be the un-
dertaker."
For a moment the gentleman looked
startled. Then he flushed a little, but
his eyes twinkled.
"The undertaken" he murmured.
"Do / look like thatf"
Excuse me. sir" said Carolyn May.
Il don't really know you. you know.
Maybe you're not the undertaken"
mo, l am not. Though our under
taker. Mr.. Snivvins. is a very good
man."
Eyes. SIR" said the little girl, po-
litely.
II am the pastor here-your pastor.
l hope" he said, putting a kind hand
upon her head.
"Oh. / know you nowl !" said Caro-
Ign May brightly. you're the man
Uncle Joe says is going to get a stran-
gle hold on Satan now that vacation
Is over"
Rev. Alton briggs looked rather odd
again. The shocking franKness OF the
child came pretty near to flooring
him.
"I-ahemi Your uncle compliments
me-" he said drily. "You don't know
that he Is ready to do his share, do
you"
Ills share7" repeated the puzzled
little girl.
Toward s%trangllng the Evil One"
pursued the minister. a wry smile curl
Ing the corners of his lips.
HAS he got a share In It, too?"
asked Carolyn May.
II think We all should have" said
the minister. looking down ut her with
returning kindness In his glance.
seven little girls like you"
Carolyn May looked ut him quite Sc
riously.
do you s'pose." she asked him con
f%dentially, shat Satan is really
wicked enough to trouble little girls?"
1t was a startling bit of Few philoso-