Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-09-14
Aunty' Rose dla no- esen snllle.

a telegram Tor you. Joseph Stagg,"
replied the old lady composedly.
Well muttered the hardware
dealer, and Carolyn May wondered if
he were not afraid to express just the
emotion he felt at that instant. His
face was red and he got up clumsily
to secure the sealed message.
"Who brought it, and when?" he
asked finally, having read the law
yer's night letter.
"a boy. This morning" said Aunty
Rose, utterly calm.
"And l never saw it this noon,"
grumbled the hardware dealer
Mrs Kennedy quite ignored any
suggestion Of impatience 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 ana sent by you, Car
'yn?' he asked as 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:
Il 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 Stagg.
that her room was ready for her
week ago" Mrs. Kenaedy rejoined,
quite unrufled.
The surprised hardware dealer
gurgled something in his throat.
what roon?" 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"
1T is quite fit, then" said Aunty
Rose, that it should be used for her
child. Trouble nothing about things
that do not concern you. Joseph
Stage" she added with, perhaps, add
tional sternneSs.
Carolyn May did not hear this. She
now produced thefetter from her law
yer.
There it is, Uncle Joe." she said.
II guess he tells you all about me
in IT,"
Hunt" said the hardware man,
clearing his throat and picking up his
hat, III read it down at the store"
"Shall-shall | See you again to-
night, Uncle Joc?' the little girl asked
wistfuly. you know, my bedtime's
half-past eight"
Well, if you don't see me tonight
again, youil he we'll cared for l
haven't Il doubt said Uncle Joe short
ly, and went out.
Carolyn May went soberly back 70
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 gripped
her and the tears pooled behind her
eyelids, ready to pour over her checks
at the least "joggle" Yet she was not
usually a "cry-baby" girl.
Aunty Rose was watching her more
closely than Carolyn May supposed.
After her third cup of tea she arose
and began quietly clearing the table.
The newcomer was nodding in hpr
place. her blue eyes clouded with sleep
and unhappiness.
1T is time for you to go to bed,
Car'lyn May" said Aunty Rose firmly.
Il will show you the room Hannah
Stage had for her own when She was
a girl"
THANK you, Aunty Rose" said the
little girl humbIy.
She picked up the bag and followed
the stately old woman into the back
hall and up the stairway into the ell.
Carolyn May saw that at the foot of
the stairs was a door leading out upon
the porch where Prince was now L.ov-
ing about uneasily at the end of his
leash. she would have liked to say
good night 10 Prince but it seemed
better not to mention this feeling 10
Aunty Rose.
The fading hues of sunset in II
sky gave the little girl plenty of li-li
70 undress by She thought the room
very beautiful, too.
do you need any help, cii
asked Mrs. Kennedy, standing in in
soldierly manner in the doorway. It
was dusky there ana the little girl
could not see her face.
ooh, no. maaul," said Carolyn May
family.
Very we'll" said Aunty Rose and
turned away Carolyn May stood iu
the middle Of the room and listened
10 her descending footsteps. Auuty
Rose had not even hidden her good
night,
Like q marooued sailor Upon de~-
ert island the little girl went about
exploring the bedroom which was TO
be hers-and which had once been her
uother's That fact helped greatly.
Then she looked at the high. puffy tad
How ever can ! get into it, sighed
Carolyn May.
Sine had To stand upon her tiutors
tn her fluffy little bedroom slippers to
mail hack tho ouiit md tho t..t