The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1919-01-16
CHAPTER VII.
A Sunday Walk.

Really IL Prince had been a vain
Cog his ego would certainly have be-
GONE unduly developed because OF this
Incident. The Corners, MS a commu-
pity. voted him an acquisition, whereas
Aeretofore he had been looked upon as
b good deal OF a nuisance.
After she recovered from her fright
Miss Minnie walked home with Caro-
hyn May and allowed Princes delight
Rd little mistress to encourage the
e'hero" to shake hands with teacher
snow. you see, he's acquainted with
you, Miss Minnie" said Carolyn May.
sHe'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-
bus-minded, was a loving man. He
was fond Of children and he and his
childless wife gave much Of their at
bention 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 to confess that the pastors
d~iscourses were usually ard TO under
stand.
"And he Is always reading about the
eBegats.'" she complained gently to
Uncle Joe as they went home together
Dn this particular Sunday. 'and i
cant keep interested when he does
khat. / s'pose the 'Begats' were very
nice people, but I'm sure they weren't
related to u~s-they've all got such
funny Names"
"Hum" calculated Uncle Joe, |
emothering a desire to laugh. SLOW
gently. sweet Alton, does select his
passages Of Scripture mostly from the
valleys Of dry bones,' ! allow. You've
got 1t about right there, Carolyn May"
Uncle joe" said the little girl, TAX
bng her courage In both hands. twill
you DO something for mef" Then, as
Die stared down at her from under his
bushy brows, she added Il don't mean
thnt you aren't always doing some
thing for me-letting me sleep here at
your house and eat with you and all
khat But something special"
what Is the something specialr "
asked Mr.. Stage cautiously.
Something l want you to do to-
day. You always 20 of to your store
after dinner and when you come home
Its too dark"
TOO dark for whatY'
.Fer us to take a walk" said the
little girl very earnestly. "Oh. Uncle
Joe. you don't know how dreadful !
miss taking Sunday walks with my |
papai OF course we took EN- In the
morning. for he had to 20 to work
on the paper In the afternoon. but we
did just about 80 everywhere. II You
would go with me-" the little girl
added wistfully, "just this afternoon. !
Aeems to me I wouldn't feel $3.50
tnpty."
"Humph |" said Uncle Joe. clearing
mis- throat III It's going to do you
hny particular good. Car1yn May. /
suppose l can take a walk with YOU"
II was n crisp day-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 II.
Here and there they stopped to pick
MP the glossy brown chestnuts that
had burst from their burrs. That is,
Carolyn May and her uncle did. Prince,
after a single attempt to nose one of
the prickly burrs, left them strictly
hi0ne.
"Y0u might Just as well try to eat
Arnty Roses strawberry needle eush-
Ion. Princey." the little girl said
wisely. "Y0u,n have q sorer nose than
Amos Bartlett had when he tried to |
ale 1t down with q wood rasp."
.Humr" calculated Mr.. Stage.
~whatevcr possessed that Bartlett
rhiid to do such q fool trickf"
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..
Lhnrrnxed zyaep
ana tried to ME his nose down to Z
proper size. And now he has to 90
with has nose Ill CREASED and shiny
III the Z skin grows back on Il"
~Rien M. what these kids win dol"
nutterod III. stas4-
Ii va Ut - hat mameat that n