The Monticellonian., 1918-11-15
CHAPTER RVHI
A Sunday w ak.

htdily Il iiitt ii.t' dog his ego would certainly have De- come unduly developed because Of thls incident The Corners, as comnu- nifty, voted him an acquisition, whereas heretofore he had been looked upon as good deal of nuisance.
 After she recovered from her fright Miss Minnie walked home with Caro- lyn May and allowed Princes delight ed little mistress to encourage the "hero" to "shake hands with teacher"
 Now, you see, he's acquainted with YOU, Miss Minnie" said Carolyn May. He's an awful nice dog. You didn't know just how nice he was before" ,"
 Almost everybody went to church and all the children to Sunday school. which was held first.
 The Rev. Alton Driggs, though sefi- ous-minded, was a loving man. lie WAS fond of children and he and his childless wife gave much of their at tention to the Sunday school. Mrs. Driggs taught Carolyn Mays class of little girls. Mrs. Driggs did her very best, too, to get the children to stay to the preaching service, but Carolyn May had to confess that the pastors diseourses were usually hard to under stand.
 And he is always reading about the 'Begats." she complained gently to Uncle Joe as they went home together on this particular Sunday, and l can't keep interested when he does that. 1 s'pose the 'Begats' were very nice people, but I'm sure they weren't related to us-they've all got such funny names.
 Hum v calculated Uncle Joe, smothering a desire to laugh. "Flow gently, sweet Alton, does select his passages of Scripture mostly from the valleys of dry oones,' I allow. You've got it about right there, Carolyn May"
 Uncle Joe" said the little girl, talk ing her courage in both hands. twill you do something for mel" Then. as he stared down at her from under his bushy brows, she added: Il don't mean that you aren't always doing some thing for me-letting me sleep here at your house and eat with, you and all that. But something special"
 What is the something special? :" asked Mir. Stagg cautiously.
 Something I want you to do to- day. You always go off to your store after dinner and when you come home it's too dark"
 "Too dark for what?"
 For us to take a walk" said the little girl very earnestly. "Oh. Uncle Joe, you don't know how dreadful miss taking Sunday walks with my papal Of course we took 'em in the morning. for he had to go to work on the paper in the afternoon, but we did just about go everywhere. If you would go with me-" the little girl added wistfully, just this afternoon, seems to me 1 wouldn't feel so-so empty"
 .Humph!" said Uncle Joe, clearing his throat. If it's going to do you any particular good, Car'lyn May. suppose I can take walk with you.'
 It was crisp day-one of those au- tumn days when the tang of frost re- mains in the air, in spite of all the efforts of the sun to warm it.
 Here and there they stopped to pick up the glossy brown chestnuts that had burst from their burrs. That is, Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince, af sin at tn af the prickly burrs, left them strictly alone.
 You might just as well try to eat Aunty Roses strawberry needle cush- ion. Princey," the little girl said wisely. You'll have a sorer nose than Amos Bartlett had when he tried to file it down with wood rasp."
 Hum !" calculated Mr. Stagg. whatever possessed that Bartlett child to do such a fool trick?"
 "Why, you know his nose is awfully big" said Carolyn May And his mother is always worried about it. She must have worried Amos, too, for one day last week he went over to Mir. Parlow's shop, borrowed a wood rasp and tried to file his nose down to a proper size. And now he has to go with his nose all greased and shiny till the new skin grows back on it."
 "Bless me, what these kids will do I" muttered MT. Stagg.
 It was just at that moment that the little girl and the man. becoming really good comrades on this walk. met with an adventure. At least to Carolyn May it was a real adventure and one she was not to forget for long, long time.
 Prince suddenly bounded away, barking, down pleasant glade, through the bottom of which flowed a brook Carolyn May caught glimpse of something brown moving down there and she called shrilly to the dog to come back.
 But that's somebody, Uncle Joe" Carolyn May said with assurance, as the dog slowly returned. Prince