Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-09-13
CHAPTER XII.
Something Carolyn May Wishes to
Know.

Something Carolyn May Wishes to
Know.
Carolyn Mays heart was filed with
trouble.
This was the result Of her first talk
with the old sailor, Not from him, nor
from anybody else, did Carolyn May
get any direct information that the
sailor had been aboard the Dunraven
ON her fatal voyage. But his story
awoke in the child's breast doubts and
longlngs uncertainties and desires that
had lain dormant for many weeks.
Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose loved her
and were kind to her. But that feel
Ing Of emptiness" that had at first so
troubled Carolyn May was returning,
She began to droop. Keen.eyed
Aunty Rose discovered this physical
change very quickly.
"She's just like droopy chicken"
declared the good woman, "and, good.
ness knows, | have seen enough of
them"
So, as stlmulant and preventive
of "drooplnesS," Aunty Rose prescribed
boneset tea, "plenty of It,"
Three times a day Carolyn May was
dosed with bOneset tea. How long the
childs stomach would have endured
under this treatment will never be
known. Carolyn May got no better,
that was sure; but one day something
happened
Winter had moved on In It's usual
frosty and snowy way. Carolyn May
had kept up all her lnterests-after
fashion.
Benjamin Hardy had gone to Adams
camp to work. 1t seemed he could use
a peevy, or canthook, pretty WELL hav-
Ing done something besides sailing in
his day. Tim, the hackman, worked at
logging In the winter months, too. He
usually went past the Stage place with
a team four times each day.
There was something Carolyn May
wished to ask Benjamin Hardy, but
she did not want anybody else to know
what it was-not even Uncle Joe or
Aunty Rose. Once in the fall and be-
fore the snow came she had ridden as
far as Adams camp with Mr.. Parlow.
He had gone there for some hickory
wood
But, now, to ride on the empty sled
gong in and on top Of the load of logs
coming out of the forest Carolyn May
felt sure would be much more exciting.
She mentioned her desire to Uncle Joe
on Friday evening.
swell, now, If It's pleasant, l don't
see anything to forbid. Do you, Aunty
Rose?" Mr.. Stage returned.
81 presume Tim will take the best of
care of her" the woman said. Maybe,
getting out more in the air will make
her look less peaked, Joseph Stage"
The excitement of preparing to go
to the camp the next morning brought
the roses into Carolyn Mays cheeks
and made her eyes sparkle. When
Tim, the hackman, went into town
with his first load he was forewarned
by Aunty Rose that he would have
company going back.
"Pitcher of George Washington !" ex-
claimed Tim. 1.-THE boys will near bout
take holiday"
There was but one woman in the
camp, Judy Mason. She lived in one
of the log huts with her husband. He
was sawyer, and Judy did the mems
washing.
Benjamin Hardy was pleased, in
deed to see his little friend again.
"You come with me, please" she
whispered to the old seaman after din
ner. "You can smoke. You haven't
got to go back to work yet, and Tim
is only just loading his sled. So we
can talk"
"Aye, aye, little miss. Whatll we
talk about?" queried Benjamin eau
tiously, for he remembered that he
was to be very clrcumspect in his con-
versation with her.
81 want you to tell me something,
she said
"Sail ahead, matey," he responded
with apparent heartiness filling his
pipe meanwhile.
"Why, Benjamin-you must know,
you know, for you've been to sea so
much-Benjamln, want to know II 1t
hurts much to be drownd-edp
"Hurts much?" gasped the old sea-
man.
"Yes, sir. Do people that get