News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-08-14

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lease her own. The little girl looked
ahead curiously at the woman who was
approaching.
She was not a young woman-that
Is not what the child would call young.
carolyn May thought she was very
nice looking-tall and robust. Her
Drown eyes flashed an inquiring gance
upon carolyn May, but she did not
look at Mr.. Stage, nor did Mr.. Stage
! look at her.
"Oh! who is that lady, Uncle Joe?"
asked the little girl when they were
out of earshot.
Hum" Her uncle's throat seemed
to need clearing. "That-that is Man.
dy Parlow-Miss Amanda ParloW," he
corrected himself with dignity.
The flush did not soon fade out Of
his face as they went on in silence.
1t was half a mile from Main street
| to The Corners. There was tall tim
| Der all about Sunrise Cove, which was
Dullt along the shore of a deep inlet
cutting in from the great lake, whose
blue waters sparkled as far as one
might see towards the south and west.
Uncle Joe assured Carolyn May when
she asked him, that from the highest
hill in sight one could see only the
lake and the forest-clothed hills and
valleys.
There's lumber camps all about.
Mebbe they'll interest you. Lots of
building going on all the time too"
He told her, Us they went along, of
the long trains of cars and of the
strings of barges going out of the Cove,
all laden with timber and sawed
boards, millstuffs, ties and telegraph
poles.
They came to the last house in the
row of dwellings on this street, on the
very edge of the town. Carolyn May
saw that attached to. the house was a
smaller building, facing the roadway,
with a wide-Open door, through which
she glimpsed benches and sawed lum-
Der, while to her nOstrils was waited
a most delicious smell of shavings.
ooh, there's a carpenter shop" ex-
claimed Carolyn May. "And is that
the carpenter, Uncle Joe?"
A tall old man, lean-faced and close
ly shaven, with a haWk's-beak nose
straddled by a huge pair of silver
bowed spectacles, came out of the
shop at that moment, a jackknife in
his hand. He saw Mr.. Stage and,
turning sharply on his heel, went in
doors again.
"Who is he, Uncle Joe?" repeated
the little girl. "And, if 1 asked him,
do you s'pose he'd give me some Of
those nice, long, curly shavings?"
"That's Jed Parlow-and he wouldn't
give you any shavings; especially
after having seen you with me-" said
the hardware merchant brusquely.
The pretty lady whose name was
Parlow and the queer-looking old car
penter, whose name was likewise Par
low, would neither look at Uncle Joe!
Even such a little girl as Carolyn May
could see that her uncle and the Par
lows were not friendly.
By and by they came in sight of The
Corners-a place where another road
crossed this one at right angles.
In one corner was a white church
with a square tower and green blinds.
In another of the four corners was set
a big store, with q covered porch all
across the front, on which were shell
tered certain agricultural tools.
There was no sound of life at The
Corners save a rhythmic 'clank, clank,
clank" from the blacksmith shop on
the third corner.
On the fourth corner of the cross
roads stood the Stage homestead-a
wide, low-roofed house of ancient APP
pearance, yet in good repair. Neat
ness was the keynote of all about the
place.
as this where you live, Uncle Joe"
asked Carolyn May breathlessly. "Oh,
what a beautiful big place! 1t seems
awful big for me to live in!'
Mr.. Stage had halted at the gate
and now looked down upon Carolyn
May with perplexed brow. "Well,
we've got to see about that first" he
muttered. "There's Aunty Rose"
A voice calling, "Chuck! Chuck
Chuck-a-chuck p came from behind
the old house. A few white-feathered
fowls that had been, in sight scurried
wildly away in answer to the sum-
mons.
Mr.. Stage, still looking at the little
girl, set down the bag and reached
for the dogs leash. The loop of the
latter he passed around the gatepost.
81 tell you what it is, Car'lyn May.
You'd better meet Aunty Rose first
alone. I've my fears about this mon
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