The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1918-09-07
he SUNK into the cage.


over her heart, Carolyn Mays big blue
eyes Overilowed.
IT'S Just as IL he was arrested" she
said. Poor Princel Hns he got to
stay there always, Aunty Rose?"
Hell stay TIL he learns his lesson"
said Mrs. Kennedy grimly. and went
on into the garden.
Carolyn May sat down close to tho
side of the cage, thrust one hand be-
tween the Stats and held one of the
dogs front paws. She had hoped to
20 into the garden to help Aunty Rose
pick peas, but she could not bear to
leave Prince alone.
BY and by Mrs. Kennedy came up
from the garden. her pan heaped with
pods. She looked neither In the di-
rection Of the prisoner nor at his little
mistress.
Prince whlned and lay down. He
had begun to realize now that this was
no play Mt all, but punishment. He
blinked his eyes at Carolyn May and
looked as sorry as ever n dog with
cropped ears and an abbreviated tail
could look.
The peas and potatoes were cook
Ing for dinner when Aunty Rose APP
peared again. There was the little
girl. all OF dewy sleep, lying ON the
grass by the prison pen. Aunty Rose
would have released Prince, but,
though he wagged his stump of tail
at her and yawned and bllnked, she
had still her doubts regarding a mon
grel's good nature.
She could not allow the child to
sleep there, however; so. STOPPING,
picked up Carolyn May and carried
her comfortably into the house, laying
her down on the sltting-room couch to
have her nap out-as she supposed,
without awakening her.
Aunty Rose came away softly and
closed the door and while she finished
getting dinner she tried to make no
noise which would awaken the child.
Mr.. Stagg came home at noon, quite
as full of business as usual. To tell
the truth, MIR. Stngg always felt BASH
full In Aunty Roses presence; and he
tried to hide his allllction by conversn-
ton. SO he talked steadily through
the meal.
But somewhere-about at the pic
course, II was-be stopped and looked
around curlously.
"Biess met he exclaimed, "where's
Hannah's Car1yn"
taking n nap" said Aunty Rose
composedly.
"Hum can't the child get up to her
vIctuals2" demanded Mr.. Stagg. "You
begin serving that young one sepa-
rately and yoI'll make yourself work,
Aunty Rose"
"Never trouble about that which
doesn't concern yon. Joseph Stagg,"
responded his housekeeper rather
tartly. "The Lord has pieced the care
OF Hannah's Car'lyn on you and me
and I'll do my share and do II proper"
Mr.. Stagg shook his head and lost
interest In his wedge Of berry pie.
'There are institutions" he began
weakly; but Aunty Rose said quickly I:
"Joseph Stagg know you for what
you are--Other people don't. IL the
neighbors heard you say that they'd
think you were heathen. Your own
sisters childW
"Now, you send Tim, the hackman,
up after me this afternoon. I've got
to 20 shopping. The child hasn't a
thing to wear but that fancy little
black frock, and she'll ruin that play
Ing around. She's got TO have frocks
and shoes and another hat--all sorts
of things. Seems shame to dress u
child like her In black-lts punish
ment. Makes her afiiiction double.
do say"
swell, i suppose we've got to fiat
ter Custom or Custom Will Weep"
growled Mr.. Stagg. "But where tho
moneys coming from"
"Didnt Car'lyn's pa leave her noneT'
asked Aunty Rose promptly.
"Well-nOt what you'd call for.
tune" admitted Mr.. Stagg slowly.
"rhanks be you've got plenty, then.
And II you haven't / have" said the
woman In a tone that quite closed tho
question of finances.
(which shows me Just where | get
Off nt," muttered Joseph Stagg NJ he
started down the walk for the store.
IL knew that young one woulC be a
nuisance"
Carolyn May, who was quite Lse'l TO
taking nap on the days that she Gid
not go to schoci, woke up, as bright
as Il newly mlnted dollar, very soon
after her Uncle Joe left for The store.
"Pm awfnlly sorry l missed him."
she confided 10 Aunty Rose when she
danced into the Kitchen. "You see,
/ want to get acquainted with Uncle
Joe just as fast as possible. And he's
at home so little guess that IT'S going
10 be hnrd 10 do It,"
"Oh, IL that so? And is 1t going to
be hard TO get acquainted with me?"
asked the bousekeeper curlously.
"Oh, nor cried Carolyn May, snug
Cling up to the good woman and pat
ting her plump bare arm. "Why. I'm