The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-07-24
DELIA's HOME
BY CELIA ROSE.

the hills, and perhaps because he
grandmother's home was so Difficult
of access, possible lovers had no
found their way there; so Della llvet
and bloomed like full many a flow
err unseen. But she had been happy
cooking, baking, coaXing flowers Il
grow in the old home garden
With grandmother's passing, all hat
been changed the dilapidated place
sold to defray expenses, and Della her.
self, hurried dazedly off to the city
to earn her livelihood Unexpectedly
and through the means of a small
original, japanese tea room, she climb
ed rapidly to success.
No one was more amazed thnn the
+ shy, yet resourceful Della. She Won
dered modestly, why the dainty WON
en- who fiOcked during the afternoon
hour to her pretty room, sang SO loud
ly the praises of tea cakes and Gus
tards made from grandmother's rec
ipes; and after the busy days. alone
In her plain room, Della yearned visit
i'lS ioi tIiC ItuNtLtl Uulht me NIiiNII
was gone. Then to her came n new
dream of home, which she began reSo-
, lutely to make realization.
Each week she saved painstakingly
a part of her earnings toward that lit
4 tie house which should some day be
hers. How she would continue its
support after 1T had been procured.
Della was not sure; she had vague
idea of q little house at the edge of
the road" which should be "a friend
to ALL" '"
If she were fortunate enough to find
just the right country road for her
home, she hoped to continue sort
of garden. tearoom for automobllists.
She was surprised to learn what
really nice little bungalow could he
built for small sum, and when
Della learned, she began to plan hap
PLY the furnishings of the big living
room with it's fireplace, its yellow silk
curtains and the yellow jars for flow
ers on its high window ledge
Della wanted yellow as an illusion
for sunlight-her present room above
the city chimney tops was always so
dingy. And when at last the dream
promised to come true Della read
various real estate advertisements,
with view to selecting her location.
There was one inviting advertise
ment, which promised automobile
rides to possible purchasers to and
from the salable places. The name
"Wilowdale" sounded alluring.
Della donned her trim blue suit and
becoming hat, and started for the of
fee of ''Willowdale's" agent. He was
courteously agreeable man, and very
willing to drive Della out the five
miles to the advertised section.
The ride was pleasant through the |
sweet June air, and Willowdnle, when |
reached, was charming The agent |
became as enthusiastic as Della in
helping with her plans. She had i'm |
mediate confidence In his advice and |
he obligingly drove her through rival
sections that she might form her own
conclusion of the superiority of VIII
loWdale. He was heartily in favor of
the big living room, and he added the
suggestion of an amber globe for the
living-room table.
1t had been a delightful day! Della,
entering her dingy room. was aston
ished MS she glanced in the mirror, nj
the glow of her cheeks and eyes.
Excitement" she murmured, "but
it makes me look--less plain"
Della had been educated by grand
mother in belief of her "plainness."
Perhaps that is why the thought Of
a husband had been omitted from her
yearning dreams of home.
The agent, John Webster, was in
Kindness. itself. His big fg-
ure doomed next day in the door of
the tea-room.
"Just thought you might like tn
have me take you over to see Burke,
the builder" he said. 81 know him
and"
Della, donning her hat, went with
him gratefully. Mr.. Webster conlin-
ued to, be helpful, as the dream struc-
lure grew into a matter-of-fact bulu
ing, set back just far enough from
The trees of the roadside
She "would miss his automobile"
sle told him frankly, when it became 1
necessary for her to travel by trolley s
instead. n
MI Webster made no reply neither y
lid he respond to her planning for the i
ea garden.
ut will probably be too late to ar
'ange for that. this year." Della re-
,retted
With a sudden pang it came to her =
hat this companionship which she
lad taken as a delightful accustomed
hing, would soon be hers no longer.
She wondered how it would be, to 90
N between the long rows of trees,
of like this--by his
ide.
Wistfully she stole glance at him.
3ut John Webster's eyes met hers
teadily, then he smiled.
Della" he said, 81 have a yellow
ur rug, that would look great before
he fireplace of the living room in
ur home. Shall we bring it out to-
borrow and try the effect?-and ,,
ont you think, dear, that September ,,