The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1919-02-14
Aunty Rose did not even smile.

Aunty R0seY That yaller letter."
"A telegram for you, Joseph Stagg,"
replied the old lady composedly.
"Wellw muttered the hardware
dealer, and Carolyn May wondered If
he were not afraid to express just the
emotion he felt at that instant. His
face was red and he got up clumsily
to secure the sealed message.
"Who brought 1t, and when?" he
asked finally, having read the law
yer's night letter.
"A boy. This morning." said Aunty
Rose, utterly calm.
"And never saw it this noon,"
grumbled the hardware dealer.
Mrs. Kennedy quite ignored any
suggestion Of Impotence in Mr.. Stages
voice or manner. But he seemed to
lose taste for his supper after reading
the telegram.
"Where is the letter that this Mr..
Price wrote and sent by you, Car
lyn" he asked as he was about to
depart for the store.
The little girl asked permission to
leave the table and then ran to open
her bag. Mr.. Stage said doubtfully:
II s'pose you'll have to put her some
where-for the present. Don't see
what else we can do, Aunty Rose"
"You may be sure, Joseph Stage,
that her room was ready for her a
week ago." Mrs. Kennedy rejoined,
quite unruffled.
The surprised hardware dealer
gurgled something in his throat.
"What room?" he finally stammered.
"That which was her mothers, Han.
nah Stages room. It is next to mine
and she will come to no harm there"
"Hannah's" exclaimed Mr.. Stage.
"Why, that amt been slept in since
she went away"
1T is quite fit, then" said Aunty
Rose, shat it should be used for her
child. Trouble nothing about things
that do not concern you, Joseph
Stagg," she added with, perhaps, add.
tional sternness.
Carolyn May did not hear this. She
now produced the letter from her law
yer.
"There it is, Uncle Joe," she said.
II guess he tells you all about me
in it."
HUMP said the hardware man,
clearing his throat and picking up his
hat. "Pll read it down at the store"
"Shall-shall I see you again to.
night, Uncle Joe?" the little girl asked
wistfully. "You know, my bedtime's
half-past eight"
"Well, if you don't see me tonight
again, you'll be well cared for,
haven't a doubt" said Uncle Joe short.
ly, and went out.
Carolyn May went soberly back to
her chair. She did not eat much more.
Somehow there seemed to be a big
lump in her throat past which she
could not force the food. AS the dusk
fell, the spirit Of loneliness gripped
her and the tears pooled behind her
eyelids, ready to pour over her cheeks
at the least "joggle." Yet she was not
usually 'cry-baby" girl.
Aunty Rose was watching her more
closely than Carolyn May supposed
After her third cup of tea she arose
and began quietly clearing the table.
The newcomer was nodding in her
place, her blue eyes clouded with sleep
and unhappiness.
1T is time for you to 60 to bed,
Car'lyn May" said Aunty Rose firmly.
II will show you the room Hannah
Stage had for her own when she was
a girl"
"Thank you, Aunty Rose" said the
little girl humbly.
She picked up the bag and followed
the stately old woman into the back
hall and up the stairway into the ell.
Carolyn May saw that at the foot of
the stairs was a door leading out upon
the porch where Prince was now NOV
ing about uneasily at the end of his
leash. She would have liked to say
"good night" to Prince, but it seemed
better not to mention this feeling to
Aunty Rose.
The fading hues of sunset In the
sky gave the little girl plenty of light
to undress by. She thought the room
very beautiful, too.
DO you need any help, child?'
asked Mrs. Kennedy, standing in her
soldierly manner in the doorway. It
was dusky there and the little girl
could not see her face.
"Oh, no. ma'am," said Carolyn May
family.
Every WELL" said Aunty Rose and
turned away. Carolyn May stood in
the middle of the room and listened
to her descending footsteps. Aunty
Rose had not even hidden her good
night
<Like a marooned sailor upon a des-
ert island the little girl went about
exploring the bedroom which was to
be hers-and which had once been her
mothers. That fact helped greatly.
Then she looked at the high, puffy bed.
SLOW ever can get into it?" sighed
Carolyn May.
She had to stand upon her tiptoes
In her fluffy little bedroom slippers to
pull back the quilt and the blanket
and sheet underneath ~ Tho bod ,,,o q