The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-07-31
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.

A Sunday Walk.
Really II Prince had been q win
dog his ego would certainly have be-
come unduly developed because Of this
incident. The Corners, as n commu-
nifty, voted him an acquisition, whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon as
q good deal Of nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
lyn May and allowed Princes delight
/. ed little mistress to encourage the
'her0" 70 "shake hands with teacher"
"Now, you see, he's acquainted with
you. Miss Minnie." said Carolyn May.
"He's an awful nice dog. You didn't
know Just 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-
ous-minded, was a loving man. He
was fond Of children and he and his
chiidless wife gave much Of their At
briggs taught Carolyn Mays class Of
little girls. Mrs. briggs did her very
besf, too, to get the children to stay
to the preaching service. but Carolyn
May had TO confess that the pastors
discourses were usually hard to under
Stand. ~ ~
"And he IL always reading about the
Begats.'" she complained gently to
Uncle Joe as they went home together
on this particular Sunday. "and I
can't keep interested when he does
that. I s'pose 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.
smothering n desire to laugh. "Flow
gently, sweet Alton. does select his
passages of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry bones.' I allow. You've
got II about right there. Carolyn May"
"Uncle Joe" said the little girl. TAX
ing her courage In both hands, twill
you do something for mer Then. as
he stared down Mt her from under his
bushy brows. she added: ~ don't mean
that you aren't always doing some
thing for me-letting me sleep here at
your house and eat with you and all
that. But something special"
''what is the something specialT"
asked Mr.. Stagg cautiously.
- Something / want you to do to-
day. You always go of to your store
dfyer dinner and when you come home
It's too dark"
''Too dark for what7"
"For us to take walk" said the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh. Uncle
Joe, you don't know how dreadful
miss taking Sunday walks with my
papal OF course we took 'em In the
morning, for he had to 20 to work
on the paper In the afternoon, but we
did just about go everywhere. IL you
would go with me-" the little girl
added wIstfuliy, "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. Car'lyn May,
suppose l can take walk with you."
1t was crisp dGy-one of those au-
tumn days when the tang Of frost re-
mains In the air, in spite Of all the
efforts of the sun to warm II.
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 sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when he tried to
file II down with a wood resp."
"Hum!" calculated Mr.. Stagg
whatever possessed that Bartlett
child to do such fool trlck?"
"Why, you know his nose is awfully
big" said Carolyn May. "And his
mother Is always worried about 1t. She
must have worried Amos, too, for one
day last week he went over to Mr.
Parlow's shop, borrowed wood rasr
and tried to file his nose down to O
proper size. And now he has to &c
with his nose all creased and shin,
till the new skin grows back on It.
"Bless me, what these kids will do 7
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