The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1919-03-28
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.

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A Sunday Walk.
Really IL Prince had been a 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 deal Of nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
Ign May 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 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 DIggs, though seri-
ous-minded, was q loving man. He
was fond Of children and he and his
chlldless wife gave much Of their at
tention to the Sunday school. Mrs.
briggs taught Carolyn May'seclass Of
little girls. Mrs. briggs did her very
best, 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 is 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. / 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"
'sHuml'' calculated Uncle Joe,
snothering desire to laugh. Elbow
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
you do something for mel" Then, as
he stared down at her from under his
bushy brows,, she added: II 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"
eWhat is the something specialY y
asked Mr.. Stagg cautiously.
something want you to do to.
j, day. You always 60 of to your store
after dinner and when you come home
III too dark"
eAToo dorb for uhokVs
For us to take q walk" said the
little girl very earnestly. ooh, Uncle
Joe, you don't know how dreadful
miss taking Sunday walks with my
papa! OF course we took 'em in the
morning, for he had to 60 to worl
on the paper in the afternoon, but W,
did just about 60 everywhere. Il 70,
would 60 with me-" the little cir
added wistfully, "just this afternoon
seems to me wouldn't feel sos,
empty"
'.Humphl" said Uncle Joe, clearin,
his throat. IF it's going to do 70,
any particular good, Car'lyn May,
suppose can take walk with you
It was crisp day-one Of those au
tumn days when the tang of frost re
mains in the air, In spite Of all tn
efforts Of the sun to warm It.
Here and there they stopped to pic
up the glossy brown chestnuts tina
had burst from their burrs. That il
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince
after single attempt to nose one o
the prickly burrs, left them strict
alone.
''You might just as well try to ca
Aunty Roses strawberry needle cusf
ion, Princey," the little girl sal
wisely. 'Youll have sorer nose tina
Amos Bartlett had when he tried t
file it down with wood rasp."
"Hum!" calculated Mr.. Stag,
whatever possessed that Bartlet
child to do such a fool trick?"
''Why, you know his nose Is awful
big" said Carolyn May. Sand hi
mother is always worried about it. Sh
must have worried Amos, too, for or
day last week he went over to M
Parlow's shop, borrowed a wood ras
and tried to file his nose down to
proper size. And now he has to e
with his nose all creased and shin
till the new skin grows back on it
.Bless me, what these kids will do
muttered Mr.. Stagg.
1t was Just at that moment that Il