The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-09-05
THE OTHER DOOR.

At last everything is put in order,
and we are established in our new
home, Dear me, try as 1 will, I find
it impossible to become used to it.
You see, we, that is, father, mother,
sister and /, have always lived in the
little village of B.. Father had been
preacher there long before ever /
was born. All my friends, pleasures,
in fact, all things concerning me, were
conferred in that dearly beloved vii
lage.
All of a sudden father is offered
more lucrative position in New York
and without hesitation we pack up our
things and leave the home of our
childhood, with many vain sighs and
tears, on my part, at least.
The weather has been so inclement
since we have lived in the city, and
today has been one of those days that
puts damper on the brightest of
spirits.
/ have been standing for some time
watching the drizzling rain. Eunice,
my sister, who is more fortunate than
|, in being able to entertain herself,
is comfortably lounging in an arm
chair reading away, with placid ex-
preston on her face, which is highly
provoking to me. 1 can stand il no
longer. 1 put on my hat and mackin-
tosh and tell Eunice am going to the
store to purchase some floss for my
fancy work.
After shouting at her several times,
succeed in rousing her from her book,
and she tells me in dreamy manner
it is too late to be out on the street
alone. She does not, however, offer
to accompany me.
But do not mind, for I am per-
fectly confident that l know the way,
40 brave the drizzling rain and the
foggy atmosphere in better spirits than
I have experienced all day.
reach the store, my floss is soon
purchased and I trudge back again to-
ward home. Why, it is quite dark,
but this only serves to make me feel
rather adventursome and I hasten
along as best can.
OF course, this is a little difficult,
for am not used to so many people
and to being showed about from side
to side. do believe have said "beg
pardon" at least twenty times, but no.
body ever says it to me, and l am not
the one who is doing the pushing,
either.
All, here's our street and here's oui
house there's a light in the hall fol
me. Why, the door is open! am
sure closed it when 1 left. Well,
perhaps Eunice came to look for mt
and left ii open. l run in and bang
the door to, for am glad to be once
more sheltered from the rain. l take
off my macintosh and rubbers, anG
then the dining-room door opens ant
somebody stalks into the hall whistl
ing. Through the dim light my aston
ished eyes see man who seems quit,
at home. 1t is not papa, for papa i
not so tall as this person. Who can i
be? Why, the man turns up the gas
then he sees me, and We both stare a
each other.
At last say; "Who are you, ant
what are you doing here?"
a He smiles: through all my astonish
ment and indignation noticed it
q a very pleasant smile.
Then he says: ~ beg your pardon
4 but you have just asked me what / in
tended asking you. To answer yor
= however, my name is Robert Laytor
70 and this is my home"
a What can he mean, wonder, and
!. say; "This is my home" Then
:, gaze about and notice that the furn
ture is entirely different from ours.
!, feel blush of modification spreadiu
!, over my face. I try to beg thousau
pardons; one would be sufficient,