The Monticellonian., 1918-10-18
CHAPTER IV-Continued.

Therefore General Bolivar charged with outspread wings and quivering fan. His eyesight was not good, how ever. He charged the little girl in- stead of the roistering dog.
 Carolyn May frankly screamed. Had the angry turkey reached the little girl he would have beaten her down and perhaps seriously injured her.
 He missed her the first time, but turned to charge again. Prince parked loudly, circling around the bristling turkey cock, undecided just how to get into the battle. But Aunty Rose knew no fear of anything wearing feathers.
 "Scat, you brutel' she cried, and made q grab for the turkey, gripping him with her left hand behind his head bearing his long neck downward. In her other hand she seized piece of lath and with it chastised the big turkey across the launches with vigor.
 "Oh, don't spank him any more, Aunty Rose!" gasped Carolyn May at last. He must be sorry"
 With final stroke Aunty Rose al- lowed the big fowl to go-and he ran away fast enough.
 "Your dog, child, does not know his manners. If he is going to stay here with you he must learn that fowl are not to be chased nor startled.'
 "Oh, Aunty Rose!" begged the little girl, don't punish Prince! Not-not that way. Please dontl Why, he's never been spanked in his lifel He wouldn't know what it meant. Dear Aunty Rose"
 ''I shall not beat him, Car'lyn May" interrupted Aunty Rose. But he must learn his lesson. He must learn that liberty is not license. Bring him here, Carlyn May"
 She led the way to an open coop of laths in the middle of the back yard. This was hutch in which she put broody hens when she wished to break up their desire to set. She opened the gate of it and motioned Prince to enter.
 The dog looked pleadingly at his little mistress face, then into the wom- ans stern countenance. Seeing no reprieve in either, with dropping tail | he slunk into the cage.
 With one hand clutching her frock over her heart, Carolyn Mays big blue eyes overf1owed.
 Its just as if he was arrested" she said. Poor Prince! Has he got to stay there always, Aunty Rose?'
 Hell stay till he learns his lesson" !" said Mrs. Kennedy grimly, and went on into the garden.
 Carolyn May sat down close to the side of the cage, thrust one hand be- l tween the slats and held one of the dogs front paws. She had hoped to l go into the garden to help Aunty Rose pick peas, but she could not bear to leave Prince alone.
 By and by Mrs. Kennedy came up from the garden. her pan heaped with pods. She looked neither in the di- rection of the prisoner nor at his little mistress.
 Prince whined and lay down. He had begun to realize now that this was no play at all, but punishment. He blinked his eyes at Carolyn May and looked as sorry as ever a dog with cropped ears and an abbreviated tail could look.
 The peas and potatoes were cook ing for dinner when Aunty Rose ap- peared again. There was the little girl. all of dewy sleep, lying on the grass by the prison pen. Aunty Rose would have released Prince. but, though he wagged his stump of a tail at her and yawned and blinked, she had still her doubts regarding mon- grel's good nature.
 She could not allow the child to sleep there, however; so, stepping, picked up Carolyn May and carried her comfortably into the house, laying her down on the sitting-room couch to have her nap out-as she supposed. without awakening her.
 Aunty Rose came away softly and closed the door and while she finished getting dinner she tried to make no noise which would awaken the child
 Mir. Stagg came home at noon, quite as full of business as usual. To tell the truth, MT. Stagg always felt bash full in Aunty Roses presence; and he tried to hide his affliction by conversa- tion So he talked steadily through the meal.
 But somewhere-about at the pie course. it was-he stopped and looked around curiously.
 "Bless mel" he exclaimed, where's Hannahs Car'lyn?"
 "Taking nap," said Aunty Rose composedly.
 Hum! can't the child get up to her victuals?" demanded Mir. Stagg. You begin serving that young one sepa- rately and you'll make yourself work, Aunty Rose."
 "Never trouble about that which doesn't concern you. Joseph Stagg," responded bis housekeeper rather tartly. "The Lord has placed the care of Hannah's Car'lyn on you and me and I'll do my share and do 1t proper" :" MT. Stagg shook his head and lost interest in his wedge of berry pie. There are institutions" he began | T