The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-10-17
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Old Home Week and
By H. Ilonls HayboId
Carrie

het whtta dimity: drapped window.
H SO they were going to have an Old
Home Week Daet In Glenwood,
and had sentsout a call for the re.
tuFe Of all native sons and daush-
tefi.
How she would like. 10 90 backi
Not since she had left the place.
twelve years ago, had she revisit
Cd it'and herlheErt held a mighty
longing 70 see once more -the
winding, rtaple-shadnd streets;
and modest, comfortable homes;
even the upprogresslye business
block With IT'S lone-story Dostofllce
ltiysi grocerie s, meat market and
Horace Kimbali's Hardware Em-
toriutn.
thinking Of Horace, she sighed
Just bit wistfully. How easy IL
had been 70 scorn his proposal of
tnartiage when tho years seemed
reckoning her TO a special, glorl-
our destiny. Life undoubtedly
would have been a humdrum az
fairl &c Ifs wife. bound to Glen
woods lnonotonous round of ex-
istenes. She wondered whom he
had married. one OF the Benton
Eitfs quite probably. She could
eSnpiize Ida Benton, growing
stept With years, and a whole row
OF little Kimballs, solid and fair
hBtted like their father.
Could abe bring herself. even 10:
one briet week to retur INTO Glen
Rood iEo Mcotld she, a confessed
Failure face her townspeople who
had iprophesied so bright a future7
Not had they foreseen half as brill
liant n carcerSa Us she herself. She
had felt 80 confident. Of tremeN.
tors success, realizing her own
tapaclty for gruelling work md
stamina that could atand temper
aty defeat and make Of II a step
psng5stone 10 achievement.
&et She had failed. for want Of
some vital spark. Oh, she had
made a living. Odd jobs of trausla.
ton; hack work OF various sorts,
the syndIeation Of her Daily Nerss
for Daily Needs. But the novel Of
her dreams, the tremendous poem.
tic short-story that was master.
pieee-where were they?
Thinking over these things, Car.
rio dallied with the thought Of Old
Home Week In Glenwood 1t might
proye tantsliz.ng, but It couldn't
help but be interesting to meet
sofda Of Glenwood's genine sue
SassesAwiil Bartlett. big citt
business man; Neil Holmes, Y no
ran a chain OF millinery shops out
West. Yes. she finally decided,
ana would 90 back and basN once
more in the quiet obscurity Of her
own home town. :
jlenwcol laid itsalt out In the
Mater Of decorations for its first
Old Homo Week and Carrie dc.
seended from her train TO find tha
Jhabby station of her memory
n,l6fifisd IN sgeamers and drnp"
lnatfa and testo6ns OF colorEul bunf.
I'M Yes and thero was even old
Eb Smith, the station master, all
snfucel Or, for the occasion. -
Tho extent Of Sgenutne white coS'
lar. and q flower inthis button hola,
Anumher Of other passengers had
descended With Carrie, and the I'M
usual amount OF stir and hustle dis
tfabted Eh,, who wasn't as young as
ma i1ised to be. Then, all OF a sud-
der, he caught sight Of Carrie and
actually broke of in the very
midst OF directing corpulent
prosperous.looking gentleman to
the Glenwool House,
swell, well, well! II it amt Car
ries Brown what used to sit on the
b4kEage trpck and wait for her dad
al the 6:1s, Well, well, WE'LL"
BE had grasped both her hands
and was swinging them 1oyously.
Suddenly he dropped them and
smiled embarrassedly. "Sho, now,
ifb being kind OF free, suppose.
only i forgot for a moment and
could only see you aa plg-tailed,
ioasiegsed little Carrie instead
eWhy, Of course. Ebl" Carrie
Spoke heartily. "You - you can't
know what It means to receive such
a welcomed"
aWsicoms?' exclaimed Ell
promptly t''GIess II you'd sent
word ahead you were coming the
folks would all have been down
10 meet you with brass band,
stopping at the Glenwood? Hi,
there Pete, take Miss Brown. here,
Carrie NJ. Brown, mind you, up to
the GIenwood!"
tStill the same cordial old fell
low reflected Carrie pleasantly,
bowling rapidly along in the bus
But not until she had registered, re
cefyed the key OF her room and
was turning away did she become
vaguely aware OF what was hap
pening. Borne across the lobby
came the clerks sibllant whisper
10 q group OF loungers. "see that
name? Carrie N. Brown! Sure, the
bigSpoetessl Daily Verso, you know,
for Daily Needs. Gosh!"
The following days passed us In
triunphal dream. Carrie had re-
turned to Glenwood only TO bo
hailed as It's favored daughter
) From one end Of tho county to the
other the "Glenwood Clarion" had
circulated her homely household
EAfses, She met quotations on
,iSEsa,,,y III \ committee from +he
Reading Club visited her and bog
ged for q few, minutes reading
from her own works. She was ask.
ed TO occupy the. seat Of honor 90
the grandstand on the Green, and
after q big banquet was solicited