The Monticellonian., 1918-11-08
CHAPTER VI Continued.

Aunty Rose remained, apparently, as austere as ever, while Joseph Stagg was quite as much immersed in business as formerly. Yet there were times, when she and the child were alone, that Mrs. kennedy unbent. in q greater or less degree. And on the part of Joseph Stagg, he found himself thinking of sunny-haired, blue-eyed "Hannah's Car'lyn" with increasing frequency.
 Didn't you ever have any little girls, Aunty RoseY Carolyn May ask ed the housekeeper on one of these in innate occasions. "Or little boys? l mean of your very own.'
 "Yes," said Aunty Rose in a natter of-fact tone "Three. But only to have them in my arms for very little while. Each died soon after coming to me- There was something quite wrong with them all, so the doctors said"
 "Oh, my dearl All three of them?" sighed Carolyn May.
 1.-Two girls and a boy. Only one lived to be three months old. They are all buried behind the church yon- der"
 The next morning early Carolyn May, with Prince, went over into the churchyard and found the three little stones in row. She knew they must be the right ones, for there was a big ger stone, with the inscription, Frank Kennedy, beloved spouse of Rose Ken nedy." upon it.
 The names on the three little stones were Emeline, Frank, Jr., and Clarissa. Weeds and tall grass had begun to sprout about the little, lozenge-shaped stones and about the taller one.
 While she was thus engaged, tall man in blaek-looking rather 'weedy' himself, if the truth were told-came across the graveyard anl stood beside her. He wore broad band of crepe around his hat and on his arm, and was very grave and serious-looking.
 "Who are you, little girl?" he asked, his voice being quite agreeable and his tone kindly.
 III 1ii iy AhidS, II Sod EiNopSs she replied, looking up at him frankly.
 "Car'lyn May Stagg" he asked. "You're Mir. Stagg's little girl? I've heard of you.
 "Car'lyn May Cameron" she correct ed seriously. "I'm only staying with Uncle Joe. He is my guardian, and he had to take me, of course, when my papa and mamma were lost at sea-"
 "Indeed?" returned the gentleman. Do you know who I ann"
 II think" said Carolyn May, doubtfully, that you must be the un- dertaker."
 For moment the gentleman looked startled. Then he flushed little. but his eyes twinkled.
 "The undertaker?" he murmured. Do look like that?"
 Excuse me, sir" said Carolyn May. q don't really know you, you know. Maybe you're not the undertaken
 No, 1 am not. Though our under taker, Mir. Snivvins, is very good man."
 "Yes, sir" said the little girl, DO, litely.
 ''I am the pastor here-your pastor I hope" he said, putting a kind hand upon her head.
 "Oh, know you now!" said Caro- lyn May brightly You're the man Uncle Joe says is going to get stran- gle hold on Satan now that vacation is over"
 Rev. Alton Driggs looked rather odd again. The shocking frankness of the child came pretty near to flooring him.
 ''I-ahem Your uncle compliments me-" he said drily. You don't know that he is ready to do his share, dc you?"
 His share?' repeated the puzzled little girl.
 Toward strangling the Evil One,' pursued the minister, wry smile curl ing the corners of his lips.
 ''Has he got share in it. too?' asked Carolyn May.
 'I think we all should have" saic the minister, looking down at her witt returning kindliness in his glance "Even little girls like you.'
 Carolyn May looked at him quite SC riously.
 Do you s'pose," she asked him con fidentially, that Satan is really wicked enough to trouble little girls ?
 It was startling bit of new philoso phy thus suggested, and MT. Drigg. shook his head in grave doubt. But i gave him something to think of all tha day; and the first sermon preached il l The Corners church that autumn seemed rather different from most O those solid, indigestible discourses tha the good man was wont to drone ou to his practitioners.
 Dunno but it is worth while to give the parson a yacation," pronounced Uncle Joe at the dinner table. "Seem, to me his sermon this morning seemed to have a new snap to it. Mebbe hel give old Satan hard rub this winter after all"