Arizona republican., 1910-05-20

zwzy t6 the prim little village down the Valley as suing land o leisure and of possible social triumph. j. q lonely place for the womeI-that stephen generously admitted A long ridge. some five hundred feel high cut them off from the railway. and all the young people leaving by and threes, fast they up. and the roads were very bad and Vs- few
 So at last he sighed and said All right mother ws'l go but I'll declare hate give up the farm-l don't kIow what in time I'll do with myself
 Stephen that he about to lose his treas ures recalled Aarhas delight she watched the work men the old oaken slab in its place He relved the p-y'he gave when the first ire was laid, and thrilled 10 remember now pretty she looked she touched a match the Shavings and rected little verse from he Hanging of the Crane. She was cheerful and, Stephen believed. happy; but when she went away he began to realize that she had never really taken root m inc West. and that he was growing old. he hnn- self began to dwell anu more m the lard ot hls youth his thoughts returned often to his rocky New Hampshire ntcrvac.
 Yes II was hardest of all to loose the tendrls of ms heart from the hearth for though Serlla had re- arranged and redecorated after her own heart Martha fireplace remained unchanged.
 Ill let you have your in most things, Serilly, ut this look it does now, just as she As the time for the migration drew Stephen s.oe away from the Gisordered kitchen muse sadly before the fire. He had consented vandue, and willing Serilla should sell all the furniture they had except few pieces that had been AlaTthas, and as there was no demand for the irons and brasses around the fireplace he expected to box them up as keepsakes
 The cottage in town seemed to grow smaller after they moved into #; but Serilla and Cariss were de
  advantages with fluent tongues. It's small, ot course; but what do want with big house: It's just that much less work take o Besides, here we have pump right in the kitchen. and furnace and bathroom. and everything IS as neat as pm no cracks dark corners
 By Tune he was settled into a certain daily groove You want just lav back and rest said Hiram Fox, another of tie pow that's what all the rest of are doin and we're dom 1t conscientiouSy' Inc town is full of tired farmers like us
 Sometimes at night, when his wife thought him ooz- ing he was really back in the old Coolly house watch ing the blazing logs his mind filled with delicious sad ness, his eyes wet with tears. What was 1t that had gone out of his lie? Here he sat in perfectly conl- fortable possessing horse and carriage with an abundance eat and no cares-and yet the past with all his to called him that his throat ached at the thought of it Oh if he could only reive it all
 In those dear days the wrd fierce, the woods ot Winter desolate but Martha,s face shone like star, and the old heart rendered each night with his children a poem. Work hard in those days: but rest was sweet. Hunger keen; but eating brought no il- ness in its tram. ~
 He was loyal to Serilla the mother of his children; but Martha was the wife 3f ms youtn the one 'hoss % all that was and most poetic in his life and m the lives of his children. It was an altar Around 1t thev had gathered when the cribbed and the cattle housed for the night In its light they had danced when the threshing over and at IhankssT ing time. What will we do Thanksgiving Day and at Christmas" he asked one night We cant all ger into this little box of place here amt room in the house all sit down in, and ii we could we have nothing but a hole in the floor to look at de- clare it clean disheartens me
 Seria was little dashed, but replied, comfortably, "We'll manage somehow. I guess We can't have but part of the children time. that all We can bid your folks for thanksgiving and my 1oKs TOT ShilsF This ranked in Stephens mind and thereafter he de spsed his toy house. It good enough tenement place to rent for while. but nome m when to grow old was revong in spite of its shining paint and spick and span furniture.
 In reality il held charm, no poetry no assoca- tions it was as rectangular drygoods box and as hopelessy prosaic golden oak wash-Stand A child born in such house is cheated of its birtnright of dim wide rooms lit up by the dancing nrehght robbed of the sagas the great trees cbart as they roar outside in the wild wnd-deprived of all shadow all Suggestion Something of this fitted through Stephen thought though he could not give it voice
 Mother" he said one day, Il wish we had one room big enough round in and rag carpet ana some old -fas shioned chairs and hreplace--
 There you go again about that fireplace exclaimed his wife rritably Nobody has hreplaces now, and how are you going to have big room in this house!
 "TH build one, if you say so'
 Nonsense This house is all right. plenty big enough for us-with Cariss likely to go oil any minute. hno as for Thanksgiving and Christmas. can go to the hotel and get dinner, or take em m squads here al That wouldn't do" he protested It wouldn't dc + u 1t woudnt seem natural or right for to go tc hotel on such days We'd ought o have all such meals at hSmT Wa or voudrt build big house just to use fol Thanksgiving would you? u fl, II d know but I would, he answered, sturdiy d but it wou'd be just about as gooo way i 1 spend our money az any other: I'm sick O thls ltt' coon Let's buy th, Merrill place and have room t' dance jig if want to-
 No s;rree, You don't ketch Twin on the edge 0 town with no sidewalks. 1 want to be right Tn tn centre of things where we have our telephone lectrc lights and all
 .I could put in the telephone-
 Il won't hear of it. Steve. l came away from tn farm to live town, and don't want no halfway busl ness in mine m .,
 Stephen surrepdcred to her will and made no furthe complaint. ,: .. .l ho,.,
 They took their Thanksgiving dinner at the motel
 d on the way home Serilla said, There For ono in our lives Cariss, don't have to think of Thanks giving dinner dishes
 = That's right" answered Cariss, and yet It doesh seem 2 bit like Thanksgiving, does it, pa!
 Stephen did not answer, for he was tar away m Il holidays of the past.
 It is tragic thing to grow old in daily labor o' i, sImos. ss sad to ZION old with nothing to dc