The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1919-01-30
CHAPTER vIlI-continusd.

IV
"S so, y0u see" added the child, x am
Isharity. I'm not like other girls that's
got papas and mammals. Course /
knowed that before. but 1T didn't
seem-seem SO hard as II does now
she confessed with a sob.
my deari my deari" cried Miss
aTnanda, dropping on her knees beside
tine little girl, don't talk sol / know
your uncle must love you"
"Oh. Miss Mandy" gasped Carolyn
May. s"don't you s'pose he loves other
nblks, too? You know-folks he'd be-
gun to love ever 30 long ago?'
The woman's smooth cheeks burned
shddenly and she stood up.
I'm most .sure he'd never stop low
Ing a person III he'd once begun to
lore EN-" said Carolyn May, with a
high opinion of the faithfulness of
Uncle Joe's character.
DO you want to know IL your Uncle
Joe loves your she asked Carolyn
May at last. do your
@oh, do |" cried the little girl.
"Then ask him." advised Miss
Amanda. That's the only way to do
with Joe Stagg. IL you want to get
pt the truth. Out with 1t. square, and
ask him"
Il win do It," Carolyn May said se-
riously.
.,After the child had gone the woman
went back into the little cottage and
her countenance did not wear the fare
well smile that Carolyn May had
aooked back to see.
Gripping mt her heart was the old
pain she hGd suffered years before and
she conflict that had scared her mind
no 'ssng & was reused again.
"Oh. Joel Oh. Joel How could
pouT' she moaned, rocking herself to
mnd fro. "How could your
That very night the first snow furry
nj the season drove against the west
window panes OF the big kitchen ut the
Gtagg homestead. II was at supper
Aime.
II declare fort" said Mr.. Stage, Il
nuess winters onto US. Aunty Rose"
This snow did not amount to much /:
n was little more than u hoar Frost. as
Mr.. Stagg said. This might be, how
ever, the last chance for a Sunday
walk Id the woods for some time and
Carolyn May did not propose to miss
at.
On this day she earnestly desired
- set him OF by himself. for her
pheart was filed with a great purpose.
she ssst that they Esnst come TO an
understanding.
On this particular occasion Uncle
Voc sat down upon the log by the
brook where Miss Amanda had once
sat. Carolyn May stood before him.
Am I Just a charity orphan? Didn't
SSy papa cave any money 6-tais for
lsnes Did you take me Just out OF
fesar;tyT
.Bless mel" gasped the hardware
dealer.
sI~-I wish you'd answer me, Uncle
poe," went on Carolyn May with a
brave effort to keep from crying.
Joseph Stlgg was too blunt a per-
ron to see his way to lodging the
huestion.
"Humi Well. I'll tell you. Carlyn
Nay. There isn't much left, and that's
fact. 1t isn't pour fathers fault He
th0ught there was plenty. But q busi-
mess he invested In got into bad hands
and the little nest egg he'd laid up for
hfs family was lost"
'srhen-then I am just charity. And
sos Prince" whispered Carolyn May.
ell s'pose we could 60 to the poor
Mousse, Prince and me; but they maynt
MO dogs there. You're real nice to
ue, Uncls Joe; but Prince and me-
Ne really areoa nuisance to you"
The ma stared at her for . moment
~ sflencc, but ne fush that dyed bis
<heelps was Z lush q shame.
s7Don't you like 4 any more here
In Annts R&ee and--and me7r he
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0h, ycxs QAly-only, Uncle joe. !
xon't want - seny. * wefre : nuisance.
FRINGE ana ne 4 don't want % stay. Z
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