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YoU will feel better for
having known Carolyn of the
Corners. She is a lovable
little girl, .who not only
preaches but practices the
gospel of "looking up" and
always making things "a
wee bit better." To become
acquainted with her is like
letting in the sunshine and
looking up at the blue
sky. You will want to fol
low Carolyn through this
story after you havo read
the opening chapter.
CHAPTER I.
The Ray of Sunlight.
Just as tho ruys of the afternoon
ud hmltnted to enter tho open door
of Joseph Stage's hardware Btoro In
SunrLs Gove and lingered on the sill,
so the little girl In tho black frock
and hat, with twin braids of sunshiny
hair on her shoulders, hovered at the
entrance of tho dim and dusty place.
She 'carried n satchel In one hand,
while the Angers of tho other were
hooked Into tho rlvot-Btudded collar of
mottled, homely mongrel dog.
"Oh, dear mo, Prince 1" sighed the
Itttlo girl, "this must bo tho place.
Wo'U Just hnvo to go In. Of course I
know ho must be a nice man ; but he's
such a stranger."
Hor feet faltered over tho door sill
and paced slowly down tho Bhop be
tween long counters. She saw no clerk.
At tho back of tho shop was a small
office closed In with grimy windows.
Tho uncertain visitor and her canine
companion saw the shadowy figure of
a man Inside tho ofllce, sitting on a
high stool and bent above a big ledger.
The dog, however, scented something
else.
In the half darkness of tho Bhop ho
and his little mistress came unexpect
edly upon what Prince considered his
arch-enemy. There rose up on the end
fcf the counter nearest the open ofllco
door a big, black tomcat whose arched
back, swollen tall and yellow eyes
blazed defiance.
"Ps-s-st yo-ow l"
Tho rising yowl broko the silence of
tho shop llko a trumpet call. Tho little
girl dropped her bag and seized tho
dog's collar with both hands.
"Prlncol" she cried, "don't you speak
to 'that cat don't yon dnro speak
tour
"IJIcbs mol" croaked a volco from
the office
The tomcat uttered a second "ps-s-st
ye-ow I" and shot up a ladder to tho
top shelf.
"Bless met" repeated Joseph Stngg,
taking off his eyeglasses and leaving
them in tho ledger to mark his place.
What have you brought that dog In
Jhere for?"
He came to tho ofllco door.
5" "I I didn't have any place to leave
Mm," was tho hesitating reply.
"Hum I Did your mother send you
for something?"
"No-o, sir," sighed the little visitor.
At that moment a more dnrlng ray
of sunlight found Its way through tho
transom over tho storo door and lit up
the dusky place. It fell upon tho
light, black-frockcd figure and for an
Instant touched the pretty head as
with an aureole.
"Bless me, child I" exclaimed Mr.
Btagg. "Who aro you?"
The flowerllko faco of tho llttlo girl
quivered, the blue eyes spilled big
drops over her cheeks. She approached
Mr. Stagg, stooping and nqulntlng In
tho ofllco doorway, and plnccd a tlmld
hand upon tho broad band of black
crepe he woro on his contslcevc.
"You're not nnnnnh's Car'lyn?"
questioned tho hardware dealer huskily.
"I'm Car'lyn May Cameron," sho
confessed. "You'ro my Uncle Joe. I'm
rery glad to see you, Undo Joe, and
and I hope you'ro glad to seo me
and Prince," sho finished rather fal
terlngly. "Bless mol" murmured tho man
again.
Nothing so startling as this had en
tered Sunrise Cove's chief "hardware
emporium" for many and mnny a year.
Hunnuh Stngg, the hnrdwnro mer
chant's only sister, had gnno nwuy
from homo quite flfteon years previ
ously. Mr. Stngg had never seen Han
nah again; but this slight, blue-eyed,
sunny-haired girl was n replica of hid
sister, and In somo dusty corner of Mr.
8tagg's heart thero dwelt a very faith
ful memory of Hannah.
Nothing had served to estrange tho
brother sno tlrao und distance.
"Hannah's Car'lyn," muttered Mr.
Stngg again. "Bless me, child! how
did you got hero from Now Yotk?"
"On the cars, uncle. You bee, Mr.
Price thought I'd hotter come. Ho siijs
you mo ny guardian It's in papa's
will und jvmiIiI liavu been so In muni
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BY RUTH BELMORS ENDICOTT
Oopf
Prk'( put mo on the train and tho con
ductor took core of inc.
"Who Is Mr. Prlco?" tho storekeeper
asked.
"He's n Inwycr. Flo's written you
a long letter about It. It's In my hag.
Didn't you got llio telegram ho sent
you lust evening, Uncle Joe? A 'night
letter,' he called It."
"Never got It," replied Mr. Stagg
shortly.
"Well, you see, when papa and mam
inn had to go uwny so suddenly they
left mo with the Prices. 1 go to school
with ISdnn Price nnd she slept with tne
at night In our Hut after the Dunrn
ven sailed."
"But what did this Inwycr send
you up hero for?" naked Mr. Stngg.
Tho question was n poser nnd Caro
lyn May stammered: "I I Don't
guardians always tnko their little girls
homo nnd look out for them?"
"Hum I don't know." Tho hard
ware merchant, mused grimly. "I I
guess we'd better go up to Tho Corners
and see whnt Aunty Rose has to say
about It. You understand, I couldn't
renlly keep you If sho says 'No 1' "
"Oh, Uncle Joe, couldn't you?"
"No," ho declared, wngglng his hend
decidedly. "And what she'll say to
that dog"
"Oh I" Carolyn May cried again, nnd
put both arms suddenly nbout the neck
of her canine friend. "Prince Is Just
the best dog, Undo Joe."
Mr. Stagg shook his head doubtfully.
Then he went Into tho ofllco nnd shut
tho big ledgor Into tho safe. After
locking the safo door, ho slipped tho
key into his trousers pocket nnd
glanced around tho store.
"I'd llko to know whero that use
less Gormley boy Is now," muttered
Mr. Stngg.
"diet! Hey I you Chet!"
To Carolyn May's amazement and to
the utter mystification of Prince, a sec
tion of the floor under their feet began
to rise.
"Oh, mercy me!" squealed tho little
girl, and sho hopped off the trapdoor;
"Oh! Who It That Lady, Uncle Joe?
but tho dog uttered a quick, threaten
ing growl nnd put his muzzle to the
widening aperture.
"Hey! call off that dog!" begged a
muffled volco from under the trapdoor.
"Ho'll cat me up, Mr. Stagg."
"Lie down, Prince!" commanded
Carolyn May hastily. "It's only a boy.
You know you llko boys, Prince," she
urged.
"Come on up out o' thnt cellar, Chet.
I'm going up to The Corners with my
llttlo nlect Hannah's Ctir'lyn. This
Is Chetwond Gormley. If he over stops
growln' longitudinally mebbe he'll bo
a mnn somo day nnd not a giant. You
stay right here and tend storo while
I'm gone, Chet."
Carolyn May could not help feeling
some surprise at tho finally revealed
proportions of Chctwood Gormley. He
was luthllko and gnwky, with very
prominent upper front teeth, which
gnvo n sort of bow-window appearance
to his wldo mouth. But there was a
good-humored twinkle In tho over
grown boy's shallow eyes; and, If un
couth, he wns kind.
"I'm proud to know ye, Car'lyn," ho
said. Ho stepped quickly out of tho
way of Prince when the latter started
for tho front of the store.
Once out of the shop In the sunlit
street, the llttlo girl breathed a Blgh
of relief. Mr. Stagg, peering down at
her sharply, asked :
"What's the matter?"
"I I Your shop Is awful dark,
Uncle Joe," sho confessed. "I can't
seem to look up In there."
'"Look up?'" repeated tho hard
ware dealer, puzzled.
"Yes, sir. My papa says never to get
In any plure whero you can't look up
and seo something brighter und bet
ter ahead," said Carolyn May softly.
"He says that's what makes llfo worth
living."
"Oh, ho docs, does he?" grunted Mr.
Stngg.
I He noticed the heavy bag In her
hand and took It fmin her. Instantly
her released (hirers stole Into his free
iror. mo. I
hand. Mr. Stngg looked down nt On
llttlo hand in bin palm, somewhat
startled and not a little dismayed.
The main ntrcct of Sunrise Covo on,
this warm nfternoon wns not thronged
with shoppers. Not mnny people no
Heed the tall, shambling, round-shouldered
mnn In rusty black, with the pe
tite figure of tho child and the mon
grel dog passing that way, though a
few Idle shopkeepers looked after the
trio In surprise. But when Mr. Stngg
and his companions turned Into the
pleasantly shaded street that led out
of town towards The Corners whero
was tho Sagg homestead Carolyn
May noticed her undo become sud
denly llustered. She snw tho blood
flood Into his face nnd neck, nnd sho
felt his hand loosen as though to re
lease her own. The little girl looked
nhend curiously at tho woman who was
approaching.
Sho was not a young womnn that
Is, not whnt the child would call young.
Carolyn May thought sho was very
nice looking tall and robust. Her
brown eyes (lashed an Inquiring glnnco
upon Carolyn May, but she did not
look nt Mr. Stagg, nor did Mr. Stagg
look at her.
"Oh I who Is that lady, Uncle Joor
asked tho little' girl when they were
out of earshot.
"Hum 1" Her uncle's throat seemed
to need clearing. "That that is Man
dy Parlow Miss Amanda Parlow," he
corrected himself with dignity.
Tho flush did not soon fndo out of
his face as they went on In silence.
It was half a mllo from Main street
to Tho Corners. There was tall tim
ber all about Sunrise Cove, which wns
built along tho shore of a deep Inlet
cutting in from tho great lake, whose
blue waters sparkled as far as ono
might see towards the south and west.
Uncle Joe assured Carolyn Mny when
she asked him, Umt from the highest
hill In sight ono could see only the
lnko and tho forest clothed hills and
valleys.
"There's lumber camps all about.
Mebbe they'll Interest you. Lots of
building going on all the time, too."
Ho told her, as they went along, of
the long trains of cars and of the
strings of bnrges going out of tho Cove,
all laden with timber nnd saved
bonrds, inlllstuffs, ties and telegraph
poles.
They came to tho last house In tho
row of dwellings on this street, on tho
very edge of the town. Carolyn May '
saw that attached to the house was a '
smnller building, facing the roadway. '
with n wide-open door, through which
sho glimpsed benches nnd sawed lum
ber, while to her nostrll3 was wafted '
a most delicious smell of shavings.
"Oh, there's a carpenter shop!" ex
claimed Carolyn Mny. "And Is thnt
tho carpenter, Uncle Joe?"
A tall old man, lenn-fuced nnd close
ly shaven, with a hnwk's-bcak noso
straddled by a huge pair of silver- I
bowed spectacles, camo out of tho
shop nt that moment, a Juckknlfo In
his hand. Ho saw Mr. Stagg and,
turning sharply on his heel, went In
doors again. '
"Who 1b he, Uncle Joe?" repented '
tho llttlo girl. "And, If I asked him, ,
do you s'pose he'd glvo me somo of
those nice, long, curly shavings?"
"Thnt's Jed Parlow and he wouldn't
glvo you any shavings; especially '
after having seen you with me," said
tho hardware merchant brusquely.
The pretty lady whose name was '
Parlow and tho queer-looking old car- '
penter, whoso name was likewise Par
low, would neither look at Undo Joo I
Even such a little girl ns Carolyn May
could seo that her uncle and the Par-
lows wcro not frhadly.
By and by they cam1? ia sight of The
Corners a place whero another road
crossed this onu at right angles.
In ono Corner wns a white church
with a square tower and green blinds.
In another of tho four corners was Bet
n big store, with a covered porch all i
across the front, on which were shet- ,
tered certain ngrlcultural tools.
There was no sound of life ut Tho
Corners savo a rhythmic "clank, clank,
clank" from tho blacksmith shop on
tho third corner.
On tho fourth corner of the cross
roads stood tho Stagg homestead a
wide, low-roofed houso of nncient op
pcarunce, yet In good repair Neat
ness was tho keynote of nil about tho
place.
"Is this whero you live, Uncle Joo?"
asked Carolyn Mny breathlessly. "Oh,
what a beautiful big place ! It seems
awful big for mo to llvo In 1"
Mr. Stugg laid halted at tho gate
and now looked down upon Carolyn
May with perplexed brow. "Well,
wo'vo got to see about that first," ho
muttered. "There's Aunty It- -,o
Carolyn and Prince make the
acquaintance of Aunty Hose,
and the tatter's attitude is not
very reaosurlnn to the lonely
little old. Carolyn's first ex
periences In her new home are
told In tho next Installment
(TO Hi: CONTINUED.
It Is difficult to Judge n womnn bi
tho things she doesn't fay.
rlctt, 1511, tr IkxJcJ, Mvul & OomtaT. Ino.
Emerge From Cellars, When
Bombardment Ceases, to
Frolic in Sun.
ALL HAVE THE SAME SPIRIT
No One Ever Saw One of the Children
Down-Hcartcd or Discontented
Will Do Great Help In Re-
building Franco.
Paris. Only a few months ago
Helms still sheltered some (KM) chil
dren, alt hough the Germans almost
dally bombarded the town.
How these children lived In the cel
lars and the special shelters while the
Germans flcicely bombarded the
tflwn Is n pathetic stnry. Though
these cellars nnd shelters were dark,
dreary and damp, wheie the sun's
rays never once showed themselves,
no one ever snw these children down
hearted or discontented. Whenever
tho bombardment let up, even for n
few minutes, these children swarmed
but of the cold cellars to play In the
sun.
Duty and Resignation.
A correspondent during one of these
lulls walked down n narrow street
bordered by tho walls of houses of
tho sixteenth century, or such parts
p. them ns had survived tho Ger
man bombardments. He met n young
ster standing In tho middle of the
street gazing at ono of the wrecked
houses. Asked why he wns gazing at
that house, the boy answered:
That house over yonder, monsieur?
I wns born In thnt house. When
wnr broko out father was mobilized
sad mother went to live with an aunt
In one of the houses on the outskirts
of the dty. Once a week I come here
to look at my old home, or what lu
left of It."
"But aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what? My father Is at
tho front, my mother Is still here, and
as long as she 6tays here, I will."
"This -hlld Is a tjpe of all. All have
tho same spirit of duty and leslgnn
tton, these children of "the Martyr
CHty."
They tell how they received In
structions to put on the masks against
the poisonous gns; of how they
played In shell holes filled with rain
water; of how they used walls which
had escaped tho German shells to
play their game of wnr.
Play at War Qames.
Nearing the cathedral, almost corn-
pletely gutted by the bombardment.
tho correspondent met n crowd of
hoys playing at their favorite game,
Ho watched them for some time.
After playing In quickly coustrvcted
trenches lu ono of the courtyards of '
WOUNDED YANKS IN
These American soldiers are convalescing from wounds a London
hospital. They aro rocehlng the best of treatment und seem quite content
with their lot.
Dy WARD PRICE.
Italian Headquarters at Uie Front.
MaJ. Gabrtcle d'Annunxlo, Itnly's
poet-airman, who led tho raid on
Vienna, has carried out an adven
turous personal reprisal for ub Aus
trian night air raid during which one
of the euemy mnchlnes drepped a
bomb literally within yards of his
sleeping quarters. The bomb did not
explode, but its impact knocked over
and broke a glass from which d'An
nunzlo bad drunk nn hour before. 'Hie
I soldier-poet gnjly started off In tho
I afternoon with his pilot in a new typo
of a fast, weight-carrying land urn
I chine, Hew nbout ono hundred miles
i straight acrosa tho Adriatic sea to
Pola, tho Austrian naval base, dropped
I 14 bomlta on the arsenal and ro
i turned enfely to his aerodrome.
1 I was waiting there when ho ar
1 rived amid n lound ol cheers from
i kin Miundrnu,
There was a heavy barrag tire,"
n destroyed houso, where they had
Ingeniously placed their toy ninchln.,
guns, the attacking party was Just
Jumping out of their shelter when the
gas alarm wild sounded. All the hoys
quickly donned tl.elr masks and con
tinued playing, rnther stimulated by
the unforeseen reality of their game.
So Interested wen they that they
never thought of finding shelter, but
had to be ordered to do so by patrol
ling soldiers.
Hut these thlngR could not go on.
The youngsters had too much fiee
time, as all the schools were closed
nnd days weie spent In holiday-making.
The municipality established
schools In the hugu cellars of tho big
ehiiinpngno houses of Uelins.
Hv ry du Oie teacher iiad to go
through the deserted streets t. tier
heavy bombardment, and very often
the school children had to be Kept In
after hours when tho town wns being
shelled. These children, hmlng grown
up undo these conditions, wl 1 be a
splendid help to Franco In rebuilding
a nation of valiant citizens.
BACK WITH
Joyful Welcome Given Mrs. Har
ing at the Front.
"Godmother of tho Polish Arm'
Greeted With Cheers by Offi
cers and Men.
Paris. A woman alighted from the
train at what remains of a little rail
road station very close to the front.
Her hair was a trifle gray but her
chefks were pink, and she seemed to
he very happy to be arriving lu that
place.
Very' soon the reason became ap
parent. A military policeman was on
duy In the station. He stared and
gave a shout, "Mrs. Harlng."
"1 got here nt last," she said as
she shook hands u handshake such
as Is exchanged between friends long
separated.
"You're going to be with us?"
"As long as they let me."
Mrs. Hnriug nt out and up the
street, seurchlng for the dally shift
ing headquarters of the Y. M. C. A.
for the war was moving with great
rapidity since the new offensive be
gun. An automobile containing n cap
tain nnd three lieutenants stopped
with a screaming of the brakes.
Young men boiled out of the car to
.surround Mrs. Harlng ns If she were
the belle of the season.
Another enr Btopped. More offi
cers. Around the edge privates lined
up waiting their chance. From that
moment hers wns a triumphal prog-
less up the street. It seemed as If
A LONDON HOSPITAL
ho told us, "und once I thought our
trail had been struck. But not a
single one of tho Austrian chaser ma
chines got up after us. Tho Austrlans
were very keen to get me, but they
missed a good chnnce this ufternoon."
D'AutiunzIn will wear henceforth In
his flights an iTory-hlltcd dagger.
Tlds weapon In the distinctive mark
of the Italian storm troops, and all
the eight airmen who took part In
the raid on Vlennn have been named
by their comrades "The Storm Troops
of the Air."
Held Captive Four Hours.
Green Bay, Wis. After being held
captive by the Huns for four hours In
a shell hole, Dr. Clarence C. DeMar
celle escaped when the territory In
which the shell hole wns located wan
captured by the Americans. Doctor
DcMnrceMe, who Is with a medical
unit lu Frnnce, told or his experience
In a letter to his father In this city.
i J& . rhrto i,yt,. myr v?r jfeA
Knghxh women fui esters me luMir
the place of the men at the front.
Here are two of the land workers en
gage; In putting a shaip edge on
their n for tomorrow's toil Thoso
women are showing tliemsehes to bo
worthy puccessors of Britain's lum
bermen. The felled trees In tho back
are a proof of that.
HER BOYS
the whole American army wanted to
follow her.
It was a happy party, a lnughlng,
handshaking, congratulating party
that .surrounded the little Y. M. C. A.
woman. She wns back, back with
the troops she had served and left
for a time. They were doing their
best to show hrr how glad they were
to see her and were succeeding won
derfully. The record of Mrs. Augusta Harlng
ef New York city Is enviable. She
Is a musician. It was she who, with
Miss Myrtle Sr'nson of Greenfield, ),
organized the Y. M. C. A. work In
the new Polish army, most of which
was recruited In the United Stales.
For four months she worked among
these men this nrmy which will bo
without n country until the wnr Is
over and victory comes to the allies.
ner proudest moment was when the
commander of the Poles, In a public
manner, bestowed on her the title
of Godmother of the Polish Army.
HELPS MOTHER OF SOLDIERS
Yank Taken Woman's Flowers, Col
lects $0 for Her and Sends
Her Home In Taxi.
New York.' A certain white-tiled
rendezvous, famed for Its batter-cake
acrobats, was tilled to overflowing
enrlv the other morning with the mot
ley Jlnkle-Juinhlc of night birds, semi
respectables and the curious. The
place Is all that Is left of the pre-war
night life of Gotham. A little white
faced woman eddied Into the place
with Just a few bouquets, soiled by an
evening of handling, which she shyly
tried to sell. On her black blouse was
a fervlce pin with tliree stars. An
nfleer of the Nntionnl army alone nt
a corner tnble washing down a sand
leh with a glass of milk saw her.
He did not lu-sltate. "Come," ho
said, taking her gently by the arm.
"Selling flowers Is no occupation for
the mother of soldiers. Let me hnvo
them." She p.ave them over with n
look of wonderment. He went among
the crowds and collected 40 for her
for the flowers, then he put her In a
taxicah, paying the fare himself, und
she rolled away, leaving the ofiecr at
i the curb with bis bend bared.
HONOR CLEVELAND'S HEROES
Plan to Grow Trees In Memory of Sol
diers Who Fall In
Dattlc.
Cleveland. The city forestry depart
ment hns adopted a plan whr?eby each
Cleveland boy who glvns his life In tho
great war will be remembered. As
soon ns tree planting time comes this
fall a liberty oak will be planted for
each boy killed In action or who dies
as the result of wounds. The trees
will bo planted along North Park bou
levard, which will henceforth he known
ns Liberty Row. Knch tree will carry
u bronze marker homing the tiaiuo of
a soldier who has died.
WAVES OF HATE FOR KAISER
Leanue of Optlmleta at Given Hour
Dally Will Wish Dire Things
for Huns.
Chicago, 111. A league of optimists
has been organized In Chicago with
tho avowed purpose of beating the
knlscd by "waves of hate."
Ilrnnchen are to be formed In every
part of the United States, according
to Doctor Sheldon Leavltt, president
of the lengue, who calls himself a
"holy emorlonnllst." Here Is the Idea:
Twice a day 20.000,000 optimists
shall at a designated hour concentrate
Intellectually,' grit their teeth, stamp
their feet und simultaneously wish
dire things for the Potsdam crowd,
The enemy shall bo mentally annihi
lated. The rltunl carries with It a "hymn
of hate." The formula outlined by
Doctor Leavltt Is us follows:
"I call down upon tho German gov
ernment disaster, catastrophe, ruin,
disease, pestilence, nunlhlhttlon and
the plague."
Then nil thnt remains Is for tho ul
lied armies to ciush tho foe.
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