The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-08-07
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.

Really II Prince had been vain
dog his ego would certainly have be-
come unduly developed because Of this
incident. The Corners, as commu-
nifty. voted him an acquisition, whereas
heretofore he had been looked upon as
q good Zeal Of nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
lyn Mny and allowed Princes delight
ed little mistress to encourage the
'hero" to "shake hands with teacher"
"Now, you see, he's acquainted with
you, Miss Minnle," 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
childless wife gave much Of their. at
tention to the Sunday school. Mrs.
briggs taught Carolyn Mays class Of
little girls. Mrs. briggs did her very
best. too, to get the children to stay
to the preaching service. but Carolyn
May had 70 confess that the pastors
dIscourses were usually hard to under
stand.
"And he Is always reading about the
'Begats.'" she complained gently to
Uncle Joe as they went home together
on this particular Sunday. "and l
can't keep Interested when he does
that. 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" Ns
"IIum!" calculated Uncle Joe,
smothering a desire to laugh. "Flow
gently, sweet Alton. does select his
passages Of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry bones,' allow. You've
got It about right there. Carolyn May"
"Uncle joe" said the little girl. TAX
ing her courage in both hands, twill
yotf do something for mel" Then, rs
he stared down at her from under his
bushy brows, she added: II don't mean
th1tAyou 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.. Stngg cautiously.
Something l want you to do TO-
day. You always 20 OF to your store
after dinner and when you come home
it's too dark"
'"roo dark for whatr IA
'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
papa! or course we took 'em in the
morning. for he had to 20 to worl;
on the paper In the afternoon, but We
did just about go everywhere. II you
would 60 with me-" the little girl
added wlstfully, "just this afternoon
seems to me wouldn't feel so--sc
empty"
"Humph!" said Uncle Joe, clearing
his throat. III its. going to do you
any particular good, Car'iyn May,
suppose. i can take a walk with YOU
1t was crisp dry-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 1t.
Here and there they stopped to pick
up the glossy brown chesthuts that
had burst from their burrs. That is
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince
after single attempt TO nose one OF
the prickly. burrs. left them strictly
alone,
''You might just as well try to eai
Aunty Roses strawberry needle cush
lon. PrIncey," the little girl said
wisely. you'll have sorer nose thar
Amos Bartlett had when he tried tC
. fAe 1t down with a wood yasp."
'Huml" calculated Mr.. Stagg
..!'whstexer possessed that Bartlett
child to do such fool trick?"
'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.
ParlQw,s shop, borrowed a wood rasr
andfrifd ID Xle h& NOSE down to q