The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-01-09
CHAPTER xnl--centinued.

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"Cal the dog. just the same" re-
peated Amanda Parlow. prince will
hear you Dnd bark"
God bless you'll So he WILL" cried
Mr.. Stagg. You've got more sense
than any Of us, Mandy"
"And I'll have the chapel bell rung,"
she said.
"Huh what's that forr'
"The wind will carry the sound out
across the cove. The boy, Chef, will
recognize the sound of the bell n Ii
will give him an idea of where home
Is"
"You do beat all - exclaimed Joseph
Stagg, starting to leave the house.
"Find a cap of Chefs, Mrs. CORN
ley" she commanded. "Don't you see
Mr.. Stagg has no hat? He'll catch his
death OF cold"
"Why, ! never thought ~ He turned
to speak directly to Miss Amanda, but
she had gone back into the room and
was putting on her outer wraps. Mrs.
Gormley, red-eyed and weeping,
brought the cap.
Mr.. Stagg plunged down the steps
and kept on down the hill to the water
front. There was an eating-plac here
where the waterside characters congre-
gated. and Mr.. Stagg put his head in
at the door.
"Some of you fellers come out with
me on the Ice and look for a little girl
and n boy and a dog" said Mr.. Stagg.
"Like enough, they're lost in this storm.
And the Ice is going out"
They all rushed out of the eating
house and down to the nearest dock.
Even the cook went. for he CHANGED to
know Carolyn May.
"And let me tell you, she's one rare
little kid" he declared, out Of Mr..
Stages hearing. How she con to be
related to that hard-as-nails Joe Stage
Is a puzzler."
The hardware dealer might deserve
this title in ordinary times, but this
a one occasion when he plainly dis
played emotion.
Hannah's Car'lyn. the little child he
had learned to love. was somewhere on
the ice in the driving storm. He
would have rushed blindly out on the
rotten Ice. barehanded and alone. had
the others not halted him.
Joseph Stagg stood on the dock and
shouted at the top Of his voice:
,"Princei Princel Prince"
The wind must have carried his
voice a long way out across the cove,
but there was no reply.
Then, suddenly, the clear silver tone
of a bell rang out. Its pitch carried
through the storm st%artlingly clear.
There was a movement out In the
cove. One field Of ice crashed against
another. Mr.. Stagg stiied a moan
and was one Of the first to climb down
to the level Of the ice.
"Have a care, joe" somebody
warned him. 'This snow ON the ice
will mask the holes and assures some
thing s~candalous."
But Joe Stagg was reckless Of his
own safety. He started out into the
snow. shouting again:
"Princei Princei Here. boy Here,
boyr"
There was no answering bark.
The changing of the chapel bell was
q comforting sound. Joseph Stage did
not know that, unable to find the sex.
ton, Amanda Parlow had forced the
church door and was Juggling at the
rough rope herself.
Back and forth she rang the Iron
clapper, and 1t was no uncertain note
that changed across the storm-driver
cove that afternoon. II was not worh
to which Carolyn Mays pretty lady
was used. Her shoulders soon ache<
and the palms OF her hands were raw
and bleeding. But she continued 4
toll the bell without q moments sur
cease-on and on. till her brain swan
and her breath came chokingly from
her lungs.
"Joei Joe I" she muttered each tim
that she bore down on the bell rope
anu the iron tongue shouted the wor'
for her. far across the snow-blotte'
cove.
Carolyn May was not the FIRST Of tn
trio caught out on the moving Ice to b
frightened. Perhaps because she ha'
such unbounded faith In the good In
tentions Of everybody toward her. tn
child could not imagine anything reaI
ly hurting her.
"Oh. isn't this fun" she GROVES
bending her head before the beating q
the storm. "Do hang on, Princey."
But Prince could not hang on .
well. now that they faced the wind. b
slipped of the sled twice. and that d.
layed them. Under his skates, Che
could feel the Ice heave, while tn
resonant cracks followed each 0ths
like a fle-fre of musketry.
Goodness mew gasped Caroly
May. "the ice seems to be going all
pieces, Chef. hope 1t won't till "
get back to the shore"
/. I'm hopin' that. too" returned Il
. boy.
He had quickly realized that the