Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-09-06

'"''Sh AihS Nolu Hlll' "A nun nat
come to the house to buy a COW anC
Aunty Rose had sent the little CIR
down to tell Mr., Stagg to come home
and "drive his own bargain"
SWELL WE'LL" said Mr. Stagg, lock
Ing the ledger In the safe, "Tll hustle
right out and tend to II. Don't sec
why the man couldn't have waited I'LL
noontIme. Hey you, Chetl Look out
for the store. Don't have any foollng
And"
"Oh, uncle! may | stay, too? Ne
and Prlnce?" cried Carolyn May
"We1l be good"
"Pshawl Yes If you want to-" re,
sponded Mr.. Stage, hurryng away
MY! your uncle's changln more
and more, amt he2" remarked Chef
the optimistic. ale does sometimes
almost laugh, Car'lyn. | never see the
beat of it,
"Oh, Is hep" cried the little child
! us he looking up more? DO you think
/ he is Chet?'
II positively do" Chef assured her.
"And he hasn't always got his nose
In that old ledger?"
"Well-I wouldn't say that he neg.
lected business, no, ma'am," said the
boy honestly, "You see, we men have
got to think of business mostly. But
he sure is thlnkn' of some other things
too-ya-as, lndeedyw
what things, Chet" Carolyn May
asked anxiously, hoping that Uncle
Joe had shown some recovered inter-
est in Miss Amanda and that Chef had
noticed it.
"Why-well-- Now, you see, there's
that house you used to live in. You
know about that?'
"What about 1t, Chet? the little
girl asked rather timldly.
"Well, Mr. Stagg amt never done
nothin' about it. He amt sold 1t, nor
sold the furniture, nor nothin'. You
know, Car'lyn May, your folks didn't
leave you no money"
"Oh! Didn't they2" cried Carolyn
May, greatly startled.
mo. You see, l heard all about 1t.
Mr. Vickers, the lawyer, came in here
one day and your uncle read letter
to him out loud, l couldn't help but
hear. The letter was from another
lawyer and twas all about you and
your concerns. | heard 1t ALL" said
the quite innocent Chef.
"And Mr.. Vickers says. so the child
hasn't anything of her own, JoeY"
Chef went on. "And your uncle says:
Not a dollar, 'cept what | might sell
that furniture for And he hasn't
sold 1t yet, know. He lust can't
make up his mind to sell them things
that was your mothers, Car'lyn May"
added the boy, with a deeper insight
Into Mr., Stages character than one
might have given him credit for Dos
sessing.
But Carolyn May had heard some
news that made her suddenly quiet
and she was glad a customer came into
store just then to draw Chef CORN
ley's attention.
The child had never thought before
about how the good things Of life came
to her-her food, clothes and lodging.
But now Chef Gormley's chattering
had given her new view of the facts
of the case. There had been no money
left to spend for her needs. Uncle
Joe was just keeping her out of
charity!
"And Prince, too" thought the little
girl, with lump in her throat. HE
hasn't got any more home than a rab-
bit And Uncle Joe don't really like
dOgs-not even now.
"Oh, dear mew pursued Carolyn
May. ITS awful hard to be an or
phan. But to be a poor orphan-just
charity one-is a whole lot worse, |
guess. l wonder if l ought to stay
with Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose and
make them so much trouble?"
The thought bit deep into the little J
girls very impressionable mind. She
wished to be alone and to think over
this really tragic thing that faced
her-the ugly fact that she was
charity child"
"And you're charity dog, Prince
Cameron" she said aloud, looking
down at the mongrel who walked Sc
dately beside her along the country
road.
The little girl had loitered along rho
road until 1t was now dinner time
Indeed, Aunty Rose would have had
the meal on the table twenty minutes
earlier. Mr.. Stage had evidently re-
manned at The Corners 20 sell the COW