The Kendrick gazette., 1919-04-04

And Mr. V1cKerS says SO Inc CAAu
hasn't anything Of her own, JoeT /"
Chet went on. "And your uncle says:
Not a dollar, 'cept what might sell
that furniture for And he hasn't
sold it yet, / know. He just can't
make up his mind to sell them things
that was your mothers, Car'lyn May"
added the boy, with deeper insight
into Mr.. Stages character than one
might have given him credit for pos
sessing.
But Carolyn May had heard some
news that made her suddenly quiet
and she was glad customer came into
store just then to draw Chet Corn
ley's attention.
The child had never thought before
about how the good things Of life came
to her-her food, clothes and lodging.
But now Chet Gormley's chattering
had given her new view Of the facts
Of the case. There had been no money
left to spend for her needs. Uncle
Joe was just keeping her out Of
charity!
"And Prince, too," thought the little
girl, with lump in her throat. He
hasn't got any more home than rab-
bit! And Uncle Joe don't really like
dogs-not even now.
"Oh, dear mel" pursued Carolyn
May. "It's awful hard to be an or
phan. But to be poor orphan-just
a charity one lis a whole lot worse,
guess. I wonder If ought to stay
with Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose and
make them so much trouble?"
The thought bit deep into the little
girls very impressionable mind. She
wished to be alone and to think over
this really tragic thing that faced
her-the ugly fact that she was
'charity child"
sand you're charity dog, Prince
Cameron" she said aloud, looking
dately beside her along the country
road.
The little girl had loitered along the
road until it was now dinner time.
Indeed, Aunty Rose would have had
the meal on the table twenty minutes
earlier. Mr.. Stagg had evidently re-
mained at The Corners to sell the COW
and eat dinner too-thus "killing two
birds with one stone."
And here Carolyn May and Prince
were at Mr.. Parlow's carpenter shop.
just as the old man was taking off his
apron preparatory to going in to his
dinner. When Miss Amanda was away
nursing, the carpenter ate at a neigh
boris table.
Now Miss Amanda appeared on the
side porch.
"Where are you going, little girl?"
she asked, smiling.
"Home to Aunty Rose" said Carolyn
May bravely. 'But I guess I'm late
for dinner"
"Don't you want to come in and eat
with us, Carolyn May2 Your own din
ner will be cold"
"Oh, may II" cried the little girl.
Somehow she did not feel that she
could face Uncle Joe just now with
this new thought that Chet Gormley's
words had put into her heart. Then
she hesitated, with her hand on the
q. gate latch.
"Will there be some scraps for
Prince?" she asked. "Or bones?"@
Il believe / can find something for
Prince" Miss Amanda replied. II owe
him more than one good dinner, !
guess, for killing that snake. Come in
and we will seq"
Carolyn May thought that Miss
Amanda, in her house dress and ruff1ed
apron, with sleeves turned back above
her dimpled, brown elbows, was pret.
tier than ever. Her cheerful Observa.
tions quite enlivened Carolyn May
i. again.
Il think you are lovely, Miss Aman.
da," she said as she helped wipe the
E dishes after the carpenter had gone
back to the shop. II shall always love
!. you. I guess that anybody who evel
( did love you would keep right on doina
SO till they died! They just couldn'1
). lhelp it!'
"1ndeed?" said the woman, laughing
And how about you. Chicken Little
: Aren't you universally beloved too?"
e "Oh, don't expect so, Miss Aman
e da," said the child. II wish was"
It "Why aren't youT'
$ 81 Well, guess it's just be
cause I'm not" Carolyn May said des
y perately. "You see, after all, Mis-,
e Amanda, I'm only charity child"
r "Oh, my child!" exclaimed Mis-
d Amanda. 'Who told you that?"
I'll just heard about it.n confossa.
8 the little visitor.
u mot from Aunty Rose Kennedy?n
oh, no, ma'am."
e Did that Did your uncle tell yol
such thing?"
e "Oh, no! He's just as good as h
" can be. But of course he doesn't Hk
u children. You know he doesn't. An,
t ne just dominates dogs!
Carolyn and Prince have an.
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