The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-24
IF HE'S WELCOME AT HOME

Some find work where some find rest
 And so the weary world moves on- sometimes wonder what is best,
 The answer comes when life is gone Some eyes sleep when some eyes wake,
 And so the weary night hours go, Some hearts beat where some hearts
 break.
 I often wonder why 'tis SOL
 This world is full of bright, anxious, striving young men who have vowed that nothing can tempt them to bur, den parents when they are old enough to leave the home, roof, and support themselves. It is hard to get a, footing for just the right kind of a start But the youth who is seeking for an hon7 est opportunity, who has left father and mother hundreds of miles away to go forth among strangers and eke out his present and future perhaps, soon learns by bitter experience that it is of no use to be particular or to harp upon how he was raised; how much he knows.
 Most all young men who are on the eve of bidding their loved ones good bye, with the words ringing in their ears: Tt may be for years, and it may be forever gallantly promise that they will sit down most every night and write them how they are getting along and just all that hap pens of any interest. Among the many, whom the cars whdr1 rapidly away, there is usually one who is talk ing hds chances of betterment, which he expects to nd at the end of his journey. He looks vacant1y, yet wist- fully, out at the unfamiliar scenes. so different from his own surroundings. Try as he does, he finds it impossible to fight off the downcasting shadows that loom up before him.
 Strangers are kinder than ones own thoughts sometimes. Chance throws many people together, some of whom prove to be valuable aids when the turning point of ones life is reached. est light in the eyes of the b1nut man who shares his seat with him on the fast-bound express. They chat not like strangers. but as friendly ac- quadntances whose natures are worthy and easily read
 The young man tells his brief story. He says he has never gone so far away from home before and tells of his earnest intention to pave the way alone. Mems hearts, in many in stances, open out to those whom they can read like a book and find truthful Ere the Journey is over, the young man has received good, sound advice, which is worth a kings ransom to him as he goes along, the rough places he must climb, the temptations he
 
 days and tiresome nights, he feels able to write only a few lines back to the old folks and dear little brothers and sisters, now and then. But his idle moments are ever dwelling on them as he pictures the old familiar scenessfhe home, friends, he has left It will be many "a day, months and years ere they clasp their arms about one another, he realizes, At last, comes the wedding, announcement of | his favordte sister! She sends him a, warm, lowing letter, enclosing her in tended's picture Her last lines are that he is welcome home and that his mother, who is failing, hopes daily that her wandering boy will soon come home if only for Little while. He packs up his belongings, quicker than it takes to tell and speeding back with a light heart, forgetfu1 of his trials and laor1esickness, he shouts his own welcome home as he ruShes across the threshold, smiles amid his tears and is at his best in the bosom of his family and old home.