The Red Cloud chief., 1918-11-21

"And Mr.. Vickers says: so the child
hasn't anything Of her own, joe"
Chct went on. "And your uncle says
Not dollar, 'cept what l might sell
that furniture for And he hasn't
sold Il yet l know. He just can't
make up his mind to sell them things
that was your mothers. Carlyn May"
added the boy, with deeper insight
INTO Dir. Stages character than one
might have given him credit for pos
sessing.
But Carolyn May had heard some
| news that made her suddenly quiet
| and she was glad 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 chatterlne
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. ale
hasn't got any more home than 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 poor orphan-just
u charity one-is a whole lot worse, !
guess. I wonder II ought to stay
with Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose and
make them so much trouble?"
The thought bit deep into the little
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 a
charity child"
"And you're a 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 the
road until 1t was now dinner time.
Indeed, Aunty Rose would have had
the meal on the table twenty minutes
earlier. Mr.. Stagg had evidently re-
NAMED at The Corners to sell the COW
and eat dinner too-thus "killing two
/. birds with one stone"
And here Carolyn May and Prince
were at Mr.. ParlOw's carpenter shop,
just as the old man was taking of his
, apron preparatory to going In to his
+, dinner. When Miss Amanda was away
, nursing, the carpenter ate at a neigh
boris table.
Now Miss Amanda appeared on the
side porch.
"Where are you going, little girlr'
she asked, smiling.
"Home to Aunty Rose" said Carolyn
May bravely. "But 1 guess I'm late
for dinner"
Don't you want to come In and eat
with us, Carolyn May2 Your own din
ner will be cold"
"Oh. may II" cried the little girl.
Somehow she did not feel that she
could face Uncle Joe just now with
this new thought that Chef Gormley's
words had put into her heart. Then
she hesitated. with her hand on the
Z gate latch.
"Will there be some scraps fol
, Primer" she asked. "Or bones?"
81 believe l can find something 70,
Prince" Miss Amanda replied. 81 owe
him more than one good dinner,
guess. for killing that snake. Come In
and we will see."
Carolyn May thought that Miss
Amanda, In her house dress and rutTleC
apron, with sleeves turned back abOv,
her dlmpled, brown elbows, was pref
tier than ever. Her cheerful Observa
lions quite enlivened Carolyn Ma!
n again.
~ think you are lovely. Miss Aman
da," she said as she helped wipe tn
lie dishes after the carpenter had gOn
back to the shop. II shall always low
TX did love you would keep right on dom
so till they died! They just couldn'
#. help it,"
Sc 'Indeed?" said the woman, laughn,
"And how about you. Chicken Little
G. Aren't you universally beloved tooG"
le "Oh, 1 don't expect so, Miss Amar
We da," said the child. 81 wish / was
ut "Why aren't you?"
gs Ill Well, l guess it's Just b,
cause I'm not" Carolyn May said de,
nv perately. "You see, after all, Mis-
lie Amanda, I'm only charity child"
er- "Oh, my childw exclaimed vi:
ad Amanda. "Who told you that"
I'll just heard about it," COME Sc
20 the little visitor.
on "Not from Aunty Rose Kennedy"
"Oh, no. ma'am."
Tie "Dld that Did your uncle tel va
such a thing?"
no "Oh, no! He's just ms good as !
.or can be. But OF course he doesn't IN
an children. You know he doesn't. Ar
M he just dominates dogs