The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1918-10-05

~ Think You Are Lovely, Miss
AriAnda."'
dishes after the carpenter had gone
back to the shop. II shall always love
you. ] guess that anybody who ever
did love you would keep right on doing
No I'LL they died! They just couldn't
help III"
"Indeedf" said the woman, laughing.
"And how about you, Chicken Little?
Aren't you universally beloved toof"
"Oh, I don't expect so, Miss Aman-
d." said the child. II wish was"
"why aren't your"
I'll Well, guess It's just ke-
cause Tn not" Carolyn May said des-
perately. 'You see. after all. Miss
Amanda, I'm only charity child"
"Oh, my childr exclaimed Mlss
Amanda. "who told you that?"
Ell just heard about IT," confessed
the little visitor.
"Not from Aunty Rose KennedyT
"0h, no, ma'am."
ibid that Did your uncle tell you
such thing?"
"0h, no! He's just as good as he
can be. But of course he doesn't like
children. You know he doesn't. And
he Just dominates dogs
"So. you see" added the child, ~ am
charity. I'm not like other girls that's
got papas and mammas. Course l
knowed that before, but IL didn't
seem--seem so hard as 1t does now,"
she confessed with sob.
my dear! my dearr' cried Miss
Amanda, dropping on her knees beside
the little girl, "don't talk 80! l know
your uncle must love you
''Oh, Miss Mandy" gasped Carolyn
May, "don't you s'p0se he loves other
folks. TOO? You know--folks he'd be-
gun to love ever so long agof"
The woman's smooth cheeks burned
suddenly and she stood up.
I'm most sure he'd never stop low
ing a person II he'd once begun to
love 'em," said Carolyn May. with a
high opinion OF the faithfulness of
Uncle Joe's character"
TDo you want 10 know II your Uncle
Joe loves your" she asked Carolyn
May at last. "Do your"
"0h, do !" cried the little girl.
"Then ask him." advised Miss
Amanda. That's the only way to do
with Joe Stagg. II you want TO get
at the truth. Out with II, square, and
ask him."
81 Will do It," Carolyn May said Sc
riously.
After the child had gone the woman
went back into the little cottage aud
her countennnce did not wear the fare
well smile that Carolyn May had
looked back to see.
Gripping at her heart was the old
pain she hnd suffered years before and
the conflict that had scared her mind
so long ago was reused again.
"Oh, Joe! Oh, Joe How could
your" she moaned rocking herself to
and fro. How could your"
That very night the first snow furry
OF the season drove against the west
window panes OF the big Kitchen at the
Stagg homestead. 1t was at supper
time.
II declare fort" said Mr.. Stagg. II
guess winters onto MS, Aunty Rose"
This snow did not amount to much |;
II was little more than honi frost, as
Mr.. Stagg said. This might be, how
ever, the last chance for N Sunday
walk In the woods for some time and
Carolyn May did not propose to mi,s
IL.
On this day she earnestly desired
TO get him off by himself. for hes
heart was flied with great purpose.
She felt that they must come to an
understanding.
On this particular occasion Uncle
Joe sat down upon the log by the
brook where Miss Amanda had once
snt. Carolyn May stood before him.
"Am Just charity orphan? Didn't
my papa leave any money a-tall for
mef Did you take me just out or
charityY
BLESS mer gasped the hardware
dealer
81 wish you'd answer me, Uncle
joe" went on Carolyn May with II
brave effort TO keep from crying.
Joseph Stagg was too blunt a per-
son Ia zee his way to lodging the
Question
"Hum! Well, I'll tell you, Car'lyn
May. There isn't much left, and that's
a fact. II isn't your fathers fault. He
thought there was plenty. But busl-
ness he invested In got into bad hands
and the little nest egg he'd laid UP for
hia fnInilV WINS lost !"