Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1921-12-27
Rushing HeadIons Into Freedom.

their lives, If only for passing hour,
some fragment Of happiness or interest
the vital spark Of life.
1.-The women, know, will enjoy chat
ting" unused Janet, land in places
where they refuse money from me /
will just do q bit Of ceary decorating
install cretonne curtains or make a
slip cover for the big chair before the
open fire or make up snappy little
curtain or two. know" she continued
thoughtfully as she mechanically guild
ed her car past great herd Of sheep
that struggled across the country lane,
that l can fling quite bit Of cheer
along my way and that is what I love
most to do"
AS a matter of fact Janet scarcely
had to offer bright cretonnes and silks
and tassels when she was generously
equipped with sunny hair, laughing
blue eyes and q fund Of radiant
chatter.
The first night Of her holiday was
more than successful. She knocked at
the door Of quaint little dwelling
that lay on the very fringe Of the
world, apparently. for there seemed
not the twinkle of candle for miles
save In It's own windows. There was
an old couple there who took Janet
into their home as II she had been the
granddaughter Of dear friend. There
was hair cloth furniture and an old
piano that seemed not to have known
human caress for fifty or more years.
yet Janet managed a light accompani-
ment for song or two. Little senti.
mental love songs they were, and as
Janet turned from the piano she saw
that the frail hands of the old couple
had met and remained clasped. Janet
held the hope that she. too, might one
day know such enduring love.
In that small home she left two soft
and downy cushions. one for each Of
he big chairs before the fire or the
sunny window.
The farewells there were fraught
with sadness. One never knew what
mother spring might bring.
The next was a sturdy farmhouse.
with sturdy yuung couple and any
amount Of sturdy offspring. In thai
rome Janet left sei pf cretoune rOlnp
RS that made the Youngsters loo!
ike animated flower beds running
about the farm.
And so 1t went-pain, pleasure, rest
and chaos. Janet found them all In
those little lost villages through which
her adventure led her. And then she
came to the cottage over the hill. II
nestled against the side Of so steep q
descent that Janet caught her breath
when she saw It hanging there after
the other side Of the noun
ain. 1t commanded q view of the
Lebanon valley that actually intoxi-
'ated her with the sheer beauty Of It.
Fruit blossoms In glorious array lay
scattered over the landscape and lent
heir delicate fragrance to the nos
rils.
Assuredly a great rivet must be
Employed to hold the small cottage
o its perilous position. Janet knew |
hat she would seek nights rest
here II 1t was her last adventure on |
'arth. She turned her car, now al
most empty Of gay colors, into the
arrow lane that led to the cottage. |
I was just twilight and q serene still
ess added TO the charm Of the eve
Ing. The last rays Of sunlight fecked
he hillside.
Janet knocked gently at the door.
ghile she stood on the wide yeranda
In the panoramic scene be-
ore her.
The man who opened the door had
view Of Janet's hack before the Joy |
( glimpsing her face.
"Ohr" exclaimed Janet rather star
led. 81 wanted to know II you have
n extra room. should love to spend
he night here" She looked up Into
lick RawIey'sF eyes II never saw 90
'opderful . view" =