Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1918-11-06
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.


dog his ego would certainly have be
Come unduly developed because OF TINS
incident. The Corners, as commu-
nifty. voted him an acquisition whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon as
a good deal of nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
lyn May and allowed Princes deiight-
ed little mistress TO encourage the
4'hero" to "shake hands with teacher
Nov, you see, he's acquainted win
you. Miss Minnie" said Carolyn May
'%1e's an awful nice dog. You didh
knew lust 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-
sous-minded. was loving man. lie
was fond of children and he and his
.childless wife gave much of their at
tention to the Sunday school. MIS-
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
sliscourses 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. land l
can't keep interested when he does
that. spose the 'Begats' were very
nice people, but I'm sure they weren't
related to us-they've all got such
funny names"
"Hum !" calculated Uncle Joe.
smotherins desire to laugh. Flow
gently, sweet Alton. does select his
passages of Scripture mostly from the
valleys of dry bones l allow. You've
got it about right there. Carolyn May"
"Uncle joe" said the little girl, TAX
ing her courage in both hands, will
YOU do something for meT Then, as
he stared down at her from under his
bushy brows, she added: Il don't mean
that you aren't always doing some
thing for me-letting me sleep here at
your mousse Suu eat Win yOu anu dii
that. But something special"
what is the something speclalT
asked Mr. Stagg cautiously.
Something l want you TO do to-
day. You always go off to your store
after dinner and when you come home
it's too dark"
"Too dark for what?"
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
papa! OF course we took 'em in the
morning, for he hal to go TO work
on the paper In the afternoon. but we
did Just about go everywhere. If you
would 20 with me-" the little girl
added wistfuily, "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. Carlyn May, l
suppose / can take walk with you"
Ii was crisp day-One of those au-
1umn days when the tang of frost re-
mains in the air, In spite Of all the
efforts of the sun to warm it.
Here and there they stopped to pick
up the glossy brown chestnuts that
had burst from their burrs. That is,
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince.
after a 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-
ion. Princey." the little girl said
wisely. You'll have a sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when he tried to
ale it down with a wood rasp."
Hunt" calculated Mr.. Stagg,
whatever possessed that Bartlett
child to DO such a fool trick?"
''Why, you know his nose is awfully
big" said Carolyn May. And his
mother is always worried about it. She
must have worried Amos, too, for one
day last week he went over to Mr..
Parlow's shop. borrowed a wood rasp
and tried to file his nose down to
proper size. And now he has to 90
Will HIS uOSt al EdSEu anu cllilis
till the new skin grows back on it."
''Bless me- what these kids will do :"
muttered Mr.. Stagg.
1t was just at that moment that the
little girl and the man, becoming really
good comrades on this walk, met With
an adventure. AT least to Carolyn
May it was a real adventure and one
she was not to forget for long. long
time.
Prince suddenly bounded away.
barking, down a pleasant glade,
through the bottom of which flowed
brook. Carolyn May caught a glimpse
of something brown moving down
there and she caIed shrilly to the dog
70 come back.
But that's somebody. Uncle Joe"
CAROLYN Nay said with assurance, as
the dog slowly returned. Prince