The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-12-13
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.

~ sunday Walk.
Really II Prince had been a vain
log his ego would certainly have be-
some unduly developed because Of this
Incident. The Corners, as a commu-
Atty, voted him an acquisition, whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon as
good deal Of q nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Hiss Minnie walked home with Caro-
Nn May and allowed Princes delight
ID little mistress to encourage the
hero" to "shake hands with teacher"
"Now, you see, he's acquainted with
tou, Miss Mlnnie," 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 briggs, though seri-
Dus-minded, was loving man. He
was fond Of children and he and his
ehIldless wife gave much OF their at
tention to the Sunday school. Mrs.
briggs taught Carolyn Mays class of
little girls. Mrs. briggs did her very
best, too, to get the children to stay
to the preaching service, but Carolyn
May had to confess that the pastors
Giscourses 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 /
can't keep interested when he does
that. s'pose the Begats' were very
alce people. but I'm sure they weren't
related to us-they've all got such
funny names"
'Huml" calculated Uncle Joe,
smothering a desire to laugh. "Flow
gently, sweet Alton, does select his
passages Of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry BONES / allow. You've
got 1t about right there, Carolyn May"
"Uncle joe" said the little girl, TAX
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: II 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 specialr"
asked Mr.. Stngg cautiously.
Something want you to do to-
day. You always go OFF to your store
after dinner and when you come home
its too dark"
"Too dark for whatT
"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 60 everywhere. II you
would go with me-" the little girl
added wistfully, ''just this afternoon,
seems to me wouldn't feel $3.50
empty"
"Humphl" said Uncle Joe, clearing
his throat. "If It's going to do you
any particular good, Car'lyn May, I
suppose I can take walk with you"
II was q crisp day--one Of those au-
tumn days when the tang Of frost re-
mains In tho cir. In spite OF all the
efforts OF the sun to warm II
/ Here and there they stopped to pick
I'D the glossy brown chestnuts that
had burst from their burrs. That Is.
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince.
after q single attempt to nose one Of
the prickly burrs, left them strictly
alone.
"You might just as well try to eat
Aunty Roses strawberry needle cush-
len, Princey." tho little girl said
wisely. you'll have a sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when be tried to
DIE II down with a wood rasp."
-Humr CALCULATED Mr. Stagg.
swhatever possessed that Bartlett
ehIld 20 do such a fool trickr
why, yen know his nose Is awfuIly
big said Carolyn May. @And his
mother Is always worried about It She
must have worried Amos. too. for enc
day last week he went over to Mr.
parlovss shop. borrowed a wood rasp
ard tiled to Gle bis nose down to q
nfeper slze. And now he has to 80
with his nose al creased and shiny
III he new skin grows back on it,
aBless me, what these kids VIII dol"
suffered Mr. Stage.
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