The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1919-11-15
The Lure of
the Home
By VICTOR REDcLHFB

"A tidy sum-" spoke Mr.. Edward
Boyd briskly as he rendered check
to Burton Ware, for full decade Of
fee boy, then clerk, then travelling
salesman for the great jobbing house
of which the former was the proprie-
tor.
The young mans face portrayed
pleasure, pride and satisfaction. Fate
had been very kind to him and now he
was the possessor Of twenty thousand
dollars I'm ready cash.
"You will be quoted as a most meri-
torious example I'm this establishment"
went on his employer. "You have al
lowed your commissions and bonuses
to accumulate and the result is sub
stantial one. We are most sorry to
lose you, but suppose you have made
MP your mind to a change"
1.-THE change means-home," spoke
Burton Ware, a tinge Of sadness in his
tone-"that is, what there is left OF
It. All my people are gone and when
mother died had to shift for myself.
The old house was sold to settle up
debts, but to me IL Is still cherished
spot. All these years have had one
thOught-to accumulate a reasonable
amount to buy the old home and 60
into business In a modest way in my
native town"
The little town was changed, the
people seemed changed when Ware
reached It a week later. Few remem-
bered< him. Something of the old sense
of CHEEKY, familiar cOmradeship came
back to him as he found himself In the
Office OF Willis Thorpe, who had been
b0yhoOd chum, now graduated into q
leading lawyer.
1.-THE old place has changed owners
twice since you lived there" said
Thorpe. 1.-The last time old Walter
Clyde purchased ii. You remember the
Clydes, OF courseT"
IT have never forgotten them" re-
piled Ware with a quick token OF in
terest, and his thought went travelling
back through ten lonely years to the
brightest day I'm his life. "You see, i
was practically homeless after mother
died. 1t was Mrs. Clyde who took me
I'm. She mended mp my poor outfit OK
clothing, gave me a grand farewell
u1GtA anu 64G 01A ASA auOPNC0 u4C~Cp
Teresa, came TO the depot to see me
of. mourned as IL It had been my
own mother when heard that good
woman was dead. And little -eresa
She was only eight years old then. but
she kissed me goOd-by, and chung to
me, and cried out her dear little heart
because was going away" 49,
Eyes, Mrs. Clyde died and her hus-
band bought the old place. He has
grown grabbed. penurious and hermit
| like the last few years" i -
"And Teresaf" inquired War@ -.
''Has shared his solitude Send
practically made a slave OF herself to
his exaction and whimS from q sense
| OF gratitude and duty toward her aunt.
| Clyde has been anxious to sell for
some time. He has offered 10 nc four
thousand dollars. 49,. =, :.
Ware gased SorrowfUlly nc the old
home when he reached &c, not because
ne was disappointed but from tender
| clinging memories OF the past. To him
it was still the dearest spot on earth
There were the old apple trees, the
broad spreading porch, the vine-cov-
cred, wing, the fruit bushes, the fa,
miliar hollyhocks and roses. A young
| girl was busy at some pea vines In the
/ garden. In an instant Ware recognized
the child friend OF his boyhood, grewn
into q woman.
"You don't remember me, Teresa q
| ne spoke, advancing.
She regarded him with clear, earnest
eyes. Her face broke into q sweet, wei.
coming smile. "Yes, you are Burton
Ware" she said. Her color frightened
He thrilled at the warm, sincere clasr
Of her little brown hand. Just then
Mr.. Clyde came into view from the
street. Ware was invited into the
house and he made his business clear
Twice he visited the old house while
the necessary papers or transfer were
being prepared. The attraction towart
it's lovely mistress was emphasized
When he paid on Clyde the latter left
the lawyers Office with him.
II shall 60 West TO O married broth
er where I can live cheap" said Clyde
sand TeresaT' intimated Ware.
~Oh. I settled that with her thil
morning. She's satisfied with one HUN
dred dollars and the old furniture TO-
what &c win bring"
'Whatfs cried Ware with rising Am
dignatio0, "after al her faithful ser7
ices you're not going 20 turn he
adrtftr
"Why. she's no hin Ge NINA" cool,
Poeorted Clyde.
Ware left him. reused up 90 O sens'
Ill A.
him TO the depths. He went at ono
to the old home. Within Teresa wa
eOnversing with the aged clergyman
whose services she regularly attended
She was saying:
81 have always felt a certain dut
toward Mr.. Clyde, because Of my aunt
Then again, the place here has becom
II | very dear I'm me-