Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-12-25

fit into the home he grew up in, if it's
still in existence for him to go to. l
think that that is really the saddest
phase of it all. We go on year after
year cherishing a lot of pretty sentl-
ment about that home, and year
after year we try the experiment of
going back to it to celebrate the holt
days, but leave it to you if it's very
often a success. One can belong TO
the home one grew up in about so
long. Then he must either create a
new one for himself or make up his
mind to a patient endurance of a
certain lack. So far as comfort goes,
it's really easier for us who come
away and try bachelor living in board
ing house suites or steam-heated flats
than it is for those who stay at home
indefinitely. At any rate, we can
keep up farce of solitary home life
and be thoroughly independent.
There's some individuality about that
method, and if you steer a straight
course through the perilous shoals :, t
Bohemianism you're sight better
off than the bachelor who arrives at
an age when his nature demands a
home of his own, but who must live
in someone's else without so much as
bookshelf to call his. But that isn't
what l started out to say"
"No-o-o," said the man, 1--WE noticed
that it seldom is But it only makes
it more interesting"
Phyllis tipped the urn and gazed
meditatively at the tiny steam of
steaming, fragrant coffee that trickled
into the god lined cup she held under
the lip. The man lighted another
cigar and poked the pillows under
his head into a yet more comfortable
mass of silk-covered down.
Il might just as well confess" said
Phyllis finally, extending the cup to
the man and pouring out another for
herself. ITS about New Years eve.
You know-no, you don't because I've
only been acquainted with you ten
months"
"More's the pity" murmured the
man.
And" Phyllis went on, scorning
the interruption, always before I've
accepted invitations to other peoples
houses or I've travelled 800 miles to
eat my turkey at home. And I've sat
through a seven-course dinner with a
lump as big as the sugar bowl in my
throat, because it wasn't l who was
sitting at the head of the table doing
the honors, and I've been made the
subject of minute and critical inspec-
ton by an army of relatives who feel
sure that my frocks are much too OK
pensive, my way of living rep
rehensible and my whole life failure
because my card plate remains I'M
changed. I've been doing that for
no, won't say how many years. I'm
past that point, too, just as I've ar
rived at decision to hereafter cele-
brate holidays ON an independent
footing as free and untrammeled
being until"
''Well?' asked the man. with in
terest.
Never mind said Phyllis, but
you haven't arrived at that decision
for yourself. and | shouldn't be max
ing this confession if you hadn't gone
east just when you ought to have
been around The way a woman
discovers that she is growing fond of
man is when he isn't on hand when
she needs him. Don't you dare put
down that cup! I'm just beginning.
Christmas was placid enough. / went
back home only to find out that, some
way, despite all the sentiment, that
I've been carefully cherishing ! do1't
fit any more 1t isn't anyones special
fault, that can see-simply the re-
suit OF circumstances You've gone
one way and the home people have
gone another-and you are stranger
where once you were a part of he
life itself. You haven't forgotten
where the cookey jar stands on the