Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1919-01-15

| may at last. pose you are hungry.
1t isn't going to do you bit of good
to eat; but you don't know it. I'll ask
Aunty Rose If she has something for
you"
She got up YEARLY and went across
the yard. Aunty Rose stood just in
| side the screen door.
Don't you want any dinner, Car'lyn
May?" she asked.
''No, ma'am. guess I'd better not
eat" said the child.
"Why not?"
"'Cause my stomach's so trembly.
I just know l couldn't keep anything
| down, even if could swallow it.. But
Prince'u eat his, please. He-he don't
know any better"
| ''Tut, TUT" murmured the woman.
"He's the most sensible of the two of
you, 1 declare"
The minutes of that afternoon drag
ged by in most doleful procession.
There was no idea in the little girls
mind that Uncle Joe might change his
intention and Prince be saved from the
watery grave promised him. When
she saw the hardware dealer come in
| to the yard almost an hour earlier
than their usual supper time she was
not surprised. Nor did she think of
| pleading with him for the dogs life.
The little girl watched him askance.
Mr.. Stage came directly through the
| yard, stopping only at the shed for
moment. There he secured a strong
potato sack, and with it trailing from
his hand went halfway up the knoll
to where there was a heap of stones.
He stopped down and began to select
| some of these, putting them in the
| bag.
This was too much for Carolyn May.
+! With q fearful look at Uncle Joe's I'M
compromising shoulders, she went to
the tree where Prince was chained.
Exchanging the chain for the leather
leash with which she always led him
grel across the yard and around the
corner of the house.
Her last backward glance assured
her that the hardware dealer had not
observed her. Quickly and silently she
led Prince to the front gate, and they
went out together into the dusty road.
IL know we oughtn't to-" whis-
pered Carolyn May to her canine
friend, "but feel I've just got to save
you, Prince. II can't see you
drownd-ed dead like that!"
She turned the nearest corner and
went up the road towards the little
closed, gable-roOfed cottage where
Aunty Rose had lived before she had
come to be Uncle Joe's housekeeper.
Carolyn May had already peered
over into the small yard of the cot
tage and had seen that Mrs. Kennedy
still kept the flower-beds welded and
the walks neat and the grass plot
trimmed. But the window shutters
were barred and the front door built
up with boards
Carolyn May went in through the
front gate and sat down on the door
step, while Prince dropped to a COM
Portable attitude beside her. The dog
slept. The little girl ruminated.
She would not go back to Uncle
Joe's-no, indeedl She did not know
/ just what she would do when dark
should come, but Prince should not be
sacrificed to her uncle's wrath.
A voice, low, sweet. yet startling,
aroused her.
'What are you doing there, little
girl?"
Both runaways started, but neither
of them was disturbed by the appear
anSce of her who had accosted Caro-
Ign May.
"Oh, Miss Mandyl" breathed the lit
tie girl, and thought that the carpen-
pretty.
what are you doing there?" repeat
ed Miss Parlow.
"We--we've run away" said Caro-
lyn May at last. She could be nothing
but frank; 1t was her nature.
Run awayI" repeated the pretty
woman. "You don't mean thatT
'Yes, ma'am, have. And Prince.
From Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose"
Carolyn May assured her, nodding her
head with each declaration.
"Oh, my dear, what for?" asked
Miss Amanda.
| So Carolyn May told her-and with
tears.
Meanwhile the woman came into the
yard and sat beside the child on the
step. With her arm abort the little
girl, Miss Amanda snuggled her up
close, wiping the tears away with her
own handkerchief.
II just can't have poor Prince