The Ontario Argus. (Ontario, Or.) 1???-1947, 1919-08-28
HAPPY SOLUTION
BY FREDERICK CLARK.


familiar village street, her rusty leath-
er bag In her hand, and her dim eyes
peerlng anxlously beneath her bands Of
smooth white hair.
The conductor, as she left the train,
had directed her up this same street.
"The Old Folks Home, at the top OF
the HILL" he said, maybe some one
will give you a lift"
But Ellen did not care for the lift; !"
she was glad to be able to see the
place, walking slowly along, which was
to be her home.
Her wrlnkled cheeks grew softly
pink with excitement; the trip and Its
outcome had been n plan OF sacrificing
years. In her loneliness and continual
homellness, she had saved resolutely,
| putting aside every penny that could
be spared for the assurance Of this
haven at the last. One thousand dol
lars was the price exacted for resi-
dence In the Culper's Old Folks Home
and Ellen had, carefully folded In n
Tin box In her leather bag, the thou
sand dollars.
Culper's Home was n fine one, she
thought gratefully OF the pleasant
room that would be hers, and the free
dom forever from tomorrow's care.
Yet her lip trcmbled In an old, wistful
longing. Always, had she desired above
all things, n home OF her very own.
Ellen from her youngest days, had
never known n real home. There had
been the orphnnage at first, and then
through the kindness OF interested
ones. course OF boarding school and
college. Later, Ellen had taught in
the schools until her health failed. and
old age found her making herself use
ful ~ she could, from home 10 home.
But through II all. the 81 900 had been
perslstently boarded.
This great Home" would be a com
fort Of course, she could see now It's
pillars cleaning afar, but--yearnlngly.
the little old woman halted before n
neat cottage door II was the rose
vine about the white porch which nrst
attracted her admiration, then, the
well.kcpt garden stretching back past
the side OF the cottage. Ellen's heart
1uttered like the white muslin curtain
IN the window; such had been her own
vision Of home. And as she fingered,
a second little old lady came through
the open door and seated herself In a
wlde.armed chair ON the porch.
"were you looking for some oner
she asked Of Ellen. and smiled.
Ellen shook her head.
ut was your roses that attracted
me-" she answered. Her tone was
plalntlve-"I was on my way to the
Old Folks Home"
''ro liver" questioned the second old
lady compasslonately. Better set
down an rest a blt." she advised.
Gladly Ellen accepted chair on the
porch.
"Yes. 90 live" she replied. though
haven't put In an application or any.
thing like that. Thought I'd Just come
right along. The last place where I've
been stopping wasn't very pleasant.
Nothing like your own home. is
theref You must be very comfortable
here"
Sudden tears rolled down the other
woman's face.
I'VE all have our troubles" she said
gently. IAN mine is. that after all these
years I've got 10 leave my home. I've
done the best could since my hus-
band died, but I can't carry II on no
longer. There's a mortgage. you see
we took II on when he was sick. an
can't make the payments-so the
man who has IL II goin' 20 foreclose.
II 'twan't fer the payments could get
along real well. My garden Almost
keeps me, an now an then there's
people who comes through town an
who'd rather sleep In my chintE room
than In the poor hotel. They pay me
well, too, Just for the privilege. May
be-" she suggested. you'd like 10 see
my chlntz room. ] fixed II up real tasty
after Abner died"
II would like 20 see H." Ellen an.
swered eagerly.
"T should think they would like to
stop here" she said. "Why-thls room
Is just like what dreamed a home
room should be, the restfulness-ey
that rose peeping In through the win
dow"
take on your bonnet" the other
woman impulslyely invited; "Pm goln'
10 get you some tea"
When Ellen was alone she touched
with caresslng fingers the pink dra-
perles. the sun shining down behind
the hills flooded the room with golden
light.
"If l could only stay here always
with her." murmured Ellen.
And when she faced her hostess
across a white spread table the light
of purpose shone In her faded eyes
"Tye been thlnking-hard," she
said. "snd I've u proposition 10 make
to you. Mrs.-why l don't even know
your name. Mine Is Ellen Martin"
"Mine is Sarah Holden" the other
answered.
swell. Sarah" Ellen went on calmly,
there's no reason why you and ] can't
both have the home We want, II you
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