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Ia Al\ THEATANFORD WORLD ) • j\k„.71 , Carolyn of the Corners BY RUTH BELMORE ENDICOTT Copyright, it,. by Dodd, Mead a Company. Inn. CAROLYN CANNOT FACE PROSPECT OF LOSING HER ONLY FRIEND AND COMPANION. SynopsIs.—Her father and mother reported lost at sea when the Dunraven, on which they had sailed for Europe, was sunk, Carolyn May Cameron—Hannales Carolyn—ls sent front New York to her bach- elor uncle, Joseph Stagg, at the conwrs. The revelation given her by her uncle is not very enthusiastic. Carolyn is also ehilled by the stern dementia a- of Aunty Rose, Uncle Joe's housekeeper. Stagg is, , dismayeal when he learns front a lawyer friend of his brother-in-law that Carolyn has been left practically penniless anal consigned to his ea re as guardian. Carolyn learns of the estrangement between her uncle and his hue -time sweetheart. Amanda Parlow, and the Cause of the bitterness between the two families. CHAPTER V—Continued. 'The mole In question lived under a piece of rock wall near the garden eence. When Uncle Joe came home to din- ner on one particular Saturday he %yolked down to the corner of the gar- den fence, and there saw -the havoc Prince had wrought. In following dna line of the mole's last tunnel he land - worhasi his way under do. picket fence and had torn up two currant bushes stud dime some damage In the straw- berry patch. \And the worst of it Is.\ grumbled he hardware dealer, \he never tat tight She made. That mongrel really isn't , worth a hag of dornicks to sink him in She brook. But that's what he's going to get this very evening when 1 COMO 11010e. I WI 0111 £11111141 for him a day longer.\ Carolyn May paadtively turned pale es she crouelmal beside the now rtanined-up Prince, 10411 -arias about this rough neck, lie licked her cheek. Fortunately, he could not understand everything that was said to him, there- fore the pronouncement• of this terri- ble sentence did not agitate hint an atom. Carolyn May sat for a long time un- der the tree beside the sleeping (big and thought how different this life at 'The Corners was from that she had lived with her father anal mother. In the city home. If only that big ship, the rtmoraven, bad not sailed away 1Vitli her papa mind her mamma! Carolyn May had been- very brave on that oeellS1011. She had gone :ashore 'with Mrs. Price and Edna after her !mother's last clinging embrace natal her father's husky \Good -by, daughter,\ 'with scarcely a tear.. Of course she had been breve! Mann - inn would return lii a few weeks, and then, after a time. papa wortid like - 'wise come back—and oh! so rosy and :stout And then, in two weeks, came the ?fatal news of the sinking of the Dun- traven and the 108S .of all but a small wart of her crew anal passengers. Vaguely these facts had become iknown to Carolyn May. She never smoke of them. They did not seem real to the little girl. But now, sitting beside the con- demned Prince—her companion and (ei Whoa Little Girl Felt Bitterly Her Lone- liness and Grief. only real comforter during these weeks of her orphanhood—the little girt felt bitterly her loneliness and If Uncle Joe did as he had threat- ened, what should she do? • There seemed to be no place for her and Prince to run away to. \rm quite stare I don't want to live,\ thought Carolyn flay dismally. 'If papa and mamma and Prince are all dead—why! there aren't enough other folks left in the world to make It worth while living in. I don't be- lieve.- If Prim•e isn't going to be alive, then I don't want to be alive, either.\ By and by Prince began to got very tunea4. It was long laatst 1118 dinner hour, and every time he heard the screen door slam he jumped tip and soused eagerly and with cocked ears arid wagging tail In that direction. 'You poor thing, you,\ said Carolyn flay at last. \I s'pose you are hungry. It isn't going to do you a bit of good to eatt ; but you don't ktioW it. I'll ask Aunty Rose if she has something for yoll.\ She got up wearily and went across the yard. Aunty Rose stood just in- side the screen door. \Don't you want any dinner, Carlyn flay?\ she asked. \No ma'am. I guess I'd better not eat,\ said the chalk!. \Why not?\ \'Cause my Staltinell'S So trembly. I just know I ei01111111 keep anything down, even if I could swallow it. But Prineell eat his, please. lie—he don't know iilly !letter.\ ''Tilt. tut !\ murmured the avoman. \Ile's 1114. 'nest sensible (of the two of you, I declare.\ The 1111111.11eS of that safteneem .4jrag- red by in 111414 (10114111 preeess1.111. Thera• was 110 idea in the little girl's mind that Uncle Joe !night change Ilk Intention and Prince be saved front the waterV grave promised hint. When sita. stiW the hardware dealer come in- to the yard almost 1111 11011r earlier than their usual supper time she was 11.1t surprised. Nor did she think of pleittlieg with Iiiin for the dog's lift.. :nu. title girl watched him askance. Mr. Stagg alone directly through the yard, stopping only at the slips! for at inamtent. 'flier*. he secured at strong potato sack. and midi it trailing from Ills hand went half -way up Ow 1:111111 In where there Wits at heap of stones. Ile stooped down and liegati tat select Mollie of these, putting them In the bag. This was too much for Carolyn Mae. With a fearful look at Uncle Joe's un- compromising shoulders, she went to the tree where Prince was chained. Exchanging the chain for the leather leash with which she always led him about, the little girl guided the mon- grel across 1111. yard and around the corner of the house. Her last backward glance assured her that the hardware dealer had not observed her. Quickly anti silently she led Prinee to the front gate, and they went out together into the (lusty road. \I—I knew we (oughtn't to,\ whis- pered Carolyn flay to her canine friend, \bat I feel I've just got to save you, Prince. I—I can't see you drowndsal dead like that She turned the nearest corner and went up the road towitnis the little (dosed, goolde-reefed cottage where Aunty Rose had lived !edam. she bad c to be Uncle Joe's housekeeper. Carolyn May had already peered over Into the small yard of the cot- tage and land seen flint Mrs. Kennedy stIll keptsthe flower -beds weeded anal the walks neat and the grass plot trimmed. But the window shutters were barred and the front door built up with boards. Carolyn flay went Itt through the front gale tool sat down o'n the door- step, while Prince dropped to a com- fortable attitude beside her. The dog slept. The little girl ruminated. She would not go back to Uncle .Toe's—no. Indeed! She did not know Just What she would do wheat 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- anace pf her who had accosted Caro- lyn May. \Oh Miss Mandy!\ breathed the lit- tle girl, and thought that the carpen- ter's daughter 1111(1 never looked so pretty. \What are you doing there?\ repeat- ed Miss l'arlow. \We--ase've run away.\ said Caro- lyn May tat last. She could be nothing but frank ; it wits her nature. \Run awny!\ repeated the pretty woman. \Yon don't mean that?\ \Yes ma'am, I have. And Prince, From Uncle .loe and Aunty Rose\ Carolyn May assured her, nodding her head With (11(.11 declaration. \Oh my dear, what for?\ asked Miss.Antanda. So Conlin May told her—anal Wh it tears. • Mearmitile the woman came into the yard anal sat beside the child am the step. With her arm about the little girl, Miss Amanda snuggled her up Close, wiping the tears away with her own bandkerehlef. ^' \I just can't have Door Prince dram taatasi,\ Carolyn flay sobbed. I'd wanI to be drownd-ed myself, too.\ \I know, dear. ISut do you ret Ily beli.•ve your Ullele JoSelill WORM dO 811101 at tiling? Would he drOWIl your dog?\ \I—I 8RW laitan Wilting the stones in the hag,\ SOItheti Carolyn Stay. \And he said he would.\ \But he said it when he was angry, dear. We often say things when we are angry—more's the pity !—which We .10 110t Me3111, HMI fiat' Which we are bitterly sorry afterwards. I ant sure, Carolyn flay, that your Uncle Joe has no intentluan of drowning your (log.\ \OM Miss Amanda! Are you pus\ tiver \h•sitive! I know . Joseph Stagg. Ile was never yet cruel to any dumb creature. do ask him yourself, Caro- lyn May. Whatever else he may be, he is not a hater of helpless and dumb ani \Miss Anutnala,\ cried Carolyn May, with clasped hands, \you—you are just II fting 1111 awful big lump off my iteart ! I'll run and ash him right away.\ She raced with the barking Pripet back to the Stagg premises. Mr. Stagg With Her Arms About the Little Girl, Miss Amanda Snuggled Her Up Close. had just finished filling in with the stones the trend. Prince had dug tin- der the garden fence. \There he grunted. \That dratted dog won't dig this hole any bigger, I reckon. What's the matter with you. Carlyn?\ \Are—are you going to drown'd Princey. Uncle Joe? If—if you do, It just seems tat me, I—I shall die!\ He tool:eat up at her searchingly. \Humph! is that mongrel so all-ins portant tat your happiness that you want to die if he does?\ demanded the num. \Yes Uncle Joe.\ \Humph!\ ejaculated the hardwart deader again. \I believe you think more of that dog than you do of me.\ \Yes Uncle Joe.\ The frank answer hit Mr. Stagg harder than he would halve cared to acknowledge. \Why?\ he queried. \Because Prince never said a word to hurt me in his life!\ said Curolyr flay, sobbing. The man was Allenced. He felt It his inmost heart that he haul beer judged. CHAPTER VI. Po ince Awakens The Corners. Camp -meeting time was over, ant the church at The Corners was to ()pet for its regular Sunday services. \I30th Satan and tile parson havt had a vacation,\ said Mr. Stagg. \and now they can tackle each other agaIn and see which% get the strangle hold 'twixt now and revival time.\ \You should not say such things, es- pecially before the child, Joseph Stagg,\ admonished Aunty Rose. Carolyn Nifty, however, seemed not to have heard Uncle Joe's pessimistle remark ; she was too greatly excited by the prospect of Sunday school. And the very next week -day school would begin! By this first week in September the little girl was quite settled In her new home at The Corners, Prince WilS still a doubtful addition to the family, both Uncle Joe and Aunty Rose plainly hav- ing misgivings about him. But in re- gard to the little girl herself, the hardware merchant and the house- keeper were of one opitloti, even though they did not admit t to each other. , Prince proves himself a real canine hero and makes himself \solid\ with all the people at the Corneh. His exploit is described in themext installment. (TO BE CONTINticio. 1 An - order for 240,000 pairs of knee- length rubber boots for tilt. French army hits heed placed- with American manufactui•era. 9 evshimgrs Boyhood ir‘de)0E1 Ills CarEer Commander of America's Armies iirfrance Early Gave Evidence of Courao and Power of Will. IS briyhood frremis in Linn county, Mo., agree that it was net pull nor poli- tics that . made John Pershing commander of the American forces in France. They say also - that he Is not a genius and that luck hats not aid- ed him in rising from the ranks. Advantages he had—outdoor life, farm work, plain living, good parents and it Christian home. Even yet his old home town curries the flavor of the open country. I.11Clede is scarcelY larger today and no less wholesome than it was forty years ago when its three nurseries made it at once the most Important and the most agricul- tural town in the county, writes A. A. Jeffrey in New York Sun. To this thriving town of the fralls came the general's flatter, Joittil F. Pershing, truant Westmoreland claunty, Pa., where his family haul been hon- ored citizens since 1749, the year Mos- en by John 111111 Frederick Pershing for their pilgrimage from France to the new tootle of freedom in the new world. The ambitious young Pennsyl- vanian of the fourth generation from 'these early patriots came to Missouri In 1855 to take a sub -contract in the building of the old Missouri, Northern railroad from St. Louis to Macon. Xt the end of four years Ile had little of material value to show for his work but at Montgomery City he had won a bride—Ann Thompson, at fair-haired Missouri girl with brave, sweet mouth, honest blue eyes and a heart of gold. Born in Shanty Near Laclede. Coming westward from Macon at the conclusion of the railroad buildirrg the young contractor stopped at Laclede to accept the first honest work that Nis offered, the foremanship of the west of Laclede section of the Hanni- bal and St. Joseph railroad. The Per - Things started housekeeping in a little shanty two miles west of Laclede. It was there that their first baby, John Joseph, was born September 13, 1860, \It was just after the outbreak of the Civil war In 1861,\ relates Henry C. Lomax. now Laclede' pioneer banker, \that the Pershing family came to town to live and John F. Pershing opened a general store here. \Their family and ours lived togeth- er tot several months, as my father had gone to wnr and there was not an 4.moty house in town for the newcorn- era. - When the Pershing store wee open- Gei - te2 - aal,ckhn c ed I was old enough to dccept employ- , merit in It, and for years I worked as a clerk for the general's father. As remember the Johnny Pershing of* those (lays he 'teats a quiet, well-be- haved little boy.\ The elder Pershing was strict in his discipline. As the boys grew up he kept them steadily employed ta useful, wholesome work. By the time John Mid reached his teens the family pos- sessions included a 160 -acre farm a mile from Laclede and there the fu- ture soldier worked from spring plow- ing to corn husking. \Every morning, if you were up early enough, you could see John and Jim with their teams going out to the farm.\ slips C. C. Bigger, boyhood friend of General Pershing, now ti lawyer at Laclede. \Jolla) WEN a worker. His father, though not unduly severe, was strict in his requirements; . yet I never heard John complain. Ile always had a gen- uine interest in carrying to a success- ful finish every piece of work that he Was directed to do. Not a Genius. \John Pershing was not a genius,\ cotatinues his boyhood friend. \He possessed a clear, analytical mind, but no better mind than thousands of other boys possess. Ile was clean in char- acter, absolutely so, and a regular at- tendant at church and Sunday school at the Methodist Episcopal church, of which he was a member and in which Ills father and mother were active workers. His parents were intensely religious. \The traits distinguishing him from many other boys,\ concludes Mr. Big- ger, \were those that characterized him as it tireless worker, indomitable In his purpose to perform every task set before him. And he never was tough; Ile never considered it necee- sary to seek questionable companions or places in order to have a good time. In the wholesouled fashion of a healthy country boy he enjoyed our neighbor- hood parties, our taffy pullings, our baseball, fishing anti swimming, but he never resorted to rowdyism.\ Though never quarrelsome, Pershing was abundantly able to fake care of himself. Ills old associates proudly tell of the first term of school he taught, when he was elihteen. It was at -Prairie Mound, in Chariton county. It became his duty in the course of the term to thrash a big boy, and he addressed himself to this re- sponsibility In his usual direct and vig- orous fashion. The discipline had the desired effect on the boy, but brought I the boy's father rampant to humiliate the young teacher. \John was then only at boy himself, a big, strong, broad -shouldered boy, but only n boy,\ says Captain Henley, with whom the young teacher boarded Buddhist's American Experiences Vokusen - Held, a Bud(Ptist epos& returning lately from America to his native Jamul, was given a recep- tion by the Japanese Young Buddhist association. tiecounting his experiences. he told that there wits a machine indicating exactly the tiettjk matte in America at tbe,education section In the Panama exeasition. According to it, mortality Is remarkably higher in youth than In aged people. On one occasion he counseled hls andrence to come over to Buddhism and get firm faith while they, are Young, re -enforcing his sermon With the demonstration afforded by the death rate indicating machine. Impressed with his speech, nanny ladies and gentlemen congratulated • v) at Prairie Mound. \while old man Card,' was a burly giant, fully six feet four and wildly determined to lick the young teacher. \He made it plain that nothing else would appease hint. John tried to pre- sent at reasonable view of the situa- tion, but Card only gross' more insolent In word .and gesture.. Showed Iron Determination. \Then it was, its my children re- counted at the time, that John's usuttl- ly ruddy lips whitened and his big blue eyes narrowed to steel -gray points. Ile stepped toward the big man and his words had a cold precision that was truly ominous. \'You get out of this house and off these grounds and stay off as long as tencher—dr I'll kill you.' \With mumbled apologies. old man Card hnstily backed out of the school- house,\ concludes Captain Henley, \and he did not trouble the young teacher avin.\ Front other sources there is addition- al evidence of the sturdy fiber of John PershIng's courage and power of will. \John was no sissy, even if he was clean 111111 well behaved,\ asserts Charles R. Spurgeon, who was Per- shing's boyhood chum anal his colter, roonunate. \Ile was at manly, upstand- ing boy. In his C11188es he had his lessons, and when asked to work a problem he would step promptly to the blackboard and do it in a way that proved his heart was in the work. \It was the same at college. At Kirksville Normal, where We were classmates. John was a hard-working student. Ile always was thoroughly Interested In his class work and was always looking forward to the succeed- ing years in the course anti the finish. \When we came home at the end of our first term I was offered a posi- tion in a store, took It and, by heck, I'm clerking yet. John had a similar offer, but turned it down. \ Tin going black to Kirksville, any- svaY,' he said. 'I don't know what I'll finally do—probably be a lawyer, but Just now I'm going to stick to, the school.' \The next time I saw him was when he came home the time the Laclede post office was robbed. His father was postmaster then, anal of cowrie the loss fell upon him personally...John came home from college and turned over the remainder of his savings to his father —gave up his college course to help the folks at home. \It was just then that Congressman Burrows of the old Tenth district an. nouneed the first competitive examina- tion for the appointment of a cadet to West Point. John heard of it, saw his chance, went to Trenton and won the appointment fairly and squarely by the sheer merit of his work.\ him at the close, and sonte enthusias- tic ladies a mystically kissed his hand.\ to his great consternation. , Again, when he WR8 the guest of honor at it dinner party given by a Japanophile American, a ball waa Its main feature. It can he imagined, therefore, In whttt an awkward plight the austere holy man found iihnself Mien some Indies insisted upon hav- ing the guest of honor for their partner in a profane gyration called o triage. —From East anti West News. ti • 4 •
