The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-11-21

IL Isn't going 10 do you q bit OF good /
to eat: but you don't know It. I'll ask
Aunty Rose II she has something for
you"
She got up wesrily and went across
the yard. Apnty Rose stood just In |
side the screen door.
Don't you want any dinner. Carlyn
May7" she asked.
"No. ma'am. I guess I'd better not
eat" said the child.
why notT
"'Cause my stomach's 30 trembly.
! Just know ! couldn't keep anything
down. even II I could swallow It. But
Prince'li eat HIS please. .He-he don't
know any better"
Tut. tutl" murmured the woman.
Hes the most sensible of the two. Of
you. declare"
The minutes Of that afternoon drag
ged by In most dolefui procession.
There was no Idea In the little girls
mind that Uncle Joe might change his
Intention and Prince be saved from the
watery grave promised him. When
she saw the hardware dealer come In
TO the yard almost an hour earlier
than their usual supper time she was
not surprised. Nor did she think of
pleading with him for the dogs life.
The little girl watched him askance.
Mr.. Stagg came directly through the
yard. stopping only ut the shed for
moment. There he secured a strong
potato sack. and with II trailing from
his hand went halfway up the knoll
TO where there was q heap Of stones.
He stopped down and began to select
some Of these, putting them in the
bag. ~ ~bsl,a
This was too much for Carolyn May.
With fearful look at Uncle Joe's un-
compromising shoulders. she went to
the tree where Prince was chained.
Exchanging the chain for the leather
leash with which she always led him
about. the little girl guided the mon
grel across the yard and around the
corner Of the house.
Her last backward glance assured
her that the hardware dealer had not
observed her. Quickly and silently she
led Prince to the front gate. and they
went out together Into the dusty road.
FL know we oughth't to-" whis-
pered Carolyn May to her canine
friend. but feel I've just got to save
you. Prince. IL can't see you
drownd-ed dead like that"
She turned the nearest corner and
went up the road towards the little
closed. gabie-roofed cottage where
Aunty Rose had lived before she had
come to be Uncle Joe's housekeeper.
Carolyn May had already peered
over into the small yard Of the cot
tage and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy
still kept the nower-beds weeded and
the walks neat and the grass plot
trimmed. But the window shutters
were barred and the front door built
up with boards.
Carolyn May went In through the
front gate and sat down on the door
step. while Prince dropped to a COM
Portable attitude beside her. The dog
slept. The little girl ruminated.
She would not 60 back to Uncle
Joes-no. indeedi She did nor know
just what she would do when days
should come. but Prince should not te
sacrificed to her uncle's wrath.
A voice. low. sweet. yet startling
aroused her.
"what are you doing there. little
giriT'
Botfi runaways started. but neither
Of them was disturbed by the appear
ansce Of her who had accosted Caro-
lyn May.
"Oh. Miss Mandyi" breathed the lit
tie girl. and thought that the carpen
ter's daughter had never looked ss
pretty.
"what are you doing theref' repeat
ed Miss Parlow.
"We-we've run away" said Caro-
; lyn May at last. She could be nothing
but frank II was her nature.
run awayi" repeated the prett,
woman. "You don't mean thati"
Yes. ma'am. have. And Prince
From Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose.
Carolyn May assured her. nodding he
head with each declaration.
"Oh. my dear. what forr aske'
Miss Amanda.
). So Carolyn May told her-and witt
tears.
Meanwhile the woman came into tn
! yard and sat beside the child on tn
} step. With her arm about the litti
girl. Miss Amanda snuggled her VI
. close. wiping the tears away with he
own handkerchief.