News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-08-14

try tin pie plate, on which were
scraps Of meat and bread, besides a
goodly marrow bone.
"If you think the dog is hungry,
Car'lyn May" she said, "you would
better give him this before we break
our fast"
"Oh, Aunty Rose!" gasped the little
girl, her sober face all a-smile. "He'l
be delighted"
She carried the pan out to Prince.
When The door closed again, Mrs.
Kennedy went to the stove and in
stantly, with the opening Of the oven,
the rush of delicious odor from it
made Carolyn Mays mouth fairly
water.
Such flaky biscuit-two great pans
full of the brown beauties! Mr.. Stage
sat down at the table and actually
smiled.
The little girl took her indicated
place at the table timidly.
Joseph Stagg," said Aunty Rose,
sitting down, task a blessing"
Uncle Joes harsh voice seemed sud-
denly to become gentle as he rever-
emily said grace.
Mr. Stage was in haste to eat and
get back to the store. "Or that Chef
Gormley will try to make a meal Off
some of the hardware, 1 guess" he
said gloomily.
"Oh, dear me, Uncle Joev' exclaimed
lN0pnlyn Now UTf he 4ho+ hold 1in
Of Indignation"
"Huh? oh! I guess 'twould cause
Indigestion" agreed her uncle.
Aunty Rose did not even smile.
"Bless mel" Mr.. Stage exclaimed
suddenly. "What's that on the mantel,
Aunty Rose? That yaller letter."
ga telegram for you, Joseph Stagg,"
replied the old lady composedly.
"Wellw muttered the hardware
dealer, and Carolyn May wondered if
he were not afraid to express just the
emotion he felt at that instant. His
face was red and he got up clumsily
to secure the sealed message.
"Who brought it, and when?" he
asked finally, having read the law
yer's night letter.
"a boy. This morning." said Aunty
Rose, utterly calm.
Sand l never saw it this noon,"
grumbled the hardware dealer.
Mrs. Kennedy quite ignored any
suggestion of Impotence in Mr.. Stages
voice or manner. But he seemed to
lose taste for his supper after reading
the telegram.
"Where is the letter that this Mr.,
Price wrote and sent by you, Car
lynn" he asked as he was about to
depart fer the store.
The little girl asked permission to
leave the table and then ran to open
her bag. Mr.. Stagg said doubtfully:
II s'pose yos'l have to put her some
where-for the present. Don't see
what else we can do, Aunty Rose"
"You may be sure, Joseph Stage,
that her room was ready for her a
week ago." Mrs. Kennedy rejOined,
quite unruffied.
The surprised hardware dealer
gurgled something in his throat.
"What room?" he finally stammered.
"That which was her mothers, Han
nah Stages room. 1t is next to mine
and she will come to no harm there"
"Hannah's'' exclaimed Mr.. Stage.
"Why, that ainf been slept in since
she went away"
at is quite fit, them" said Aunty
Rose, that it should be used for her
child. Trouble nothing about things
that do not concern you, Joseph
Stage" she added with, perhaps, addi-
tional sternness.
Carolyn May did not hear this. She
now produced the letter from her law
yer.
"There it is. Uncle Joe," she said.
81 guess he tells you all about me
IN it."
"Hum!" said the hardware man,
clearing, his throat and picking up his
hat. "Tll read It down at the store"
"Shall-shall 1 see you again to-
night, Uncle JeeY the little girl asked
wistfully. "Yeu know, my bedtime's
half-past eight"
"WeH, If Yea don't see me tonight
again, yoG'h be well cared for, 1
haven't doubt" said Uncle Joe short
ly, and weHt eth.