Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1919-02-25

the bony back of the horse that drew
the ancient equipage.
81 say, young'un, amt you out o. yer
bailiwick?" queried Tim, the hackman,
staring at the little girl in the Stage
yard.
Carolyn May stood up quickly and
tried to look over her shoulder and
down her back. 1t was hard to get
all those buttons buttoned straight.
II don't know" she said, perturbed.
"Does it shown"
''Huh?" grunted Tim. docs what
show?"
what you said" said Carolyn May
accusingly. 81 don't believe it does"
"HeyP' chuckled the hack driver
suddenly. 81 meant, do you low Mrs.
Kennedy knows you're playing in her
front yard?"
"Aunty Rose? Why, of course I"
Carolyn May declared. "Don't you
know live here?"
"Live here? Get outl" exclaimed
the surprised hackman.
eyes, sir. And Prince too. With my
Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose"
pitcher of George Washington 7"
calculated Tim. "You don't mean Joe
Stages taken young-'un to board"
Hes my guardian" said the little
girl primly.
Aunty Rose appeared. She wore a
close bonnet, trimmed very plainly,
and carried a parasol of drab silk.
Aunty Rose climbed into the creaky
old vehicle.
Are you going to be gone longf"
asked Carolyn May politely.
mot more than two hours, child"
said the housekeeper. Nobody will
bother you here"
mot while that dogs with her. /
reckon" put in Tim, the backman.
May 1 come down the road to meet
you, Aunty Rosep asked the little
girl. Il know the way to Uncle Joe's
store"
Il don't know any reason why you
can't come to meet me-" replied Mrs.
Kennedy. Anyway, you can come
along the road as far as the first
house. You know that one?"
yes, ma'am. Mr.. Parlow's," said
Carolyn May.
Carolyn May went back into the
yard and sat on the front-porch steps
and Prince, yawning unhappily, curled
down at her feet. There did not
seem to be much to do at this place.
She had time now, had Carolyn May
to compare The Corners with the busy
Harlem streets with which she ha6
been familiar all her life.
Goodness mel" thought Carolyn
May, startled by her own Imagination
suppose all the folks in all these
houses around here were dead!"
They might have been for all the
human noises she heard.
Goodness mel" she said again, anC
this time she jumped up, startling
Prince from his nap. Maybe there
is spell cast over all this place." she
went on. Lets go and see if we car
find somebody that's alive"
They went out of the yard together
and took the dusty road toward the
town.
i They soon came In sight of the Par
low house and carpenter shop.
l. I'VE can't go beyond that" sale
i Carolyn May. "Aunty Rose told us
} not to. And Uncle Joe says the car
/ penter-man isn't pleasant man."
4 She looked wistfully at the prem
ises. The cottage seemed quite as
much under the "spell' as had beer
those dwellings at The Corners. But
from the shop came the sound of 8
plane shrieking over a long board.
"Oh, Princeyl" gasped Carolyn May
Il b'lieve he's making long, curly
shavingsl'
If there was one thing Carolyn MAY
adored 1t was curls.
Suddenly Mr.. Jedidiah Parlow looked
up and saw the wistful, dust-streaked
face under the black hat brim anc
above the black frock. He stared al
her for fully a Minute, posing the
plane over his work. Then he put 1,
down and came to the door Of the
shop.
You're Hannah Stages little girl
aren't your he asked.
Yes, sir" she said, and sighed
Dear me, he knew who she was right
away There would not be any chance
OF her getting suit of long curls.
You've come here to live, have
your said Mr.. Parlow slowly.
Yes, sir. You see, my papa and
mamma were lost at sea-with the
Dunraven. 1t was a mistake, l guess"
sighed the little girl, ''for they weren't
nghting anybody. But the Dunraven
got In the way of some ships that were
lighting, In a place called the Medi-
terranean ocean, and the Dunraven
was sunk, and only a few folks were
saved from it. My papa and mamma
weren't saved"