The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1922-10-20
THE WINDOW
BY AGNES @. BRoGAN

The chill Of an early spring day
glanced up at an old stone mansion
and saw the window. The window
seemed to typify thar home he de-
sired.
In crying contrast to its neighboring
windows, the shining white curtained
glass beckoned, while two potted ger
aniums tagged welcome.
Jack was tired of hotels, tired of
disappointing bachelor apartments,
and though he had not passed down
Cooper road with the intention of find
Ing a lodging place there, that is ex-
actly what he did, and for this was the
gay little window responsible.
= 'Will you," he briefly asked maid
who opened the door to him, 'let me
know II the room on the second floor
is vacant, the one with red flowers In
the window? And may I see it?"
Jack assembled the gloomy stairway
upon being told that the room was to
be vacated the following morning The
maid inserted key In lock and left
him.
The room was as inviting as its
window promised. When Thorpe
lighted the lamp and touched a match
to the gas CRATE, he sank into a Gre
tonne cushioned chair with grateful
sigh. Here was real home at last.
Mrs. Bickers came up presently for
an interview. The bright place on the
wall paper, she Informed him, was
where the former tenants piano had
stood. The plano had been moved that
morning.
The room would be ready for rent
Ing tomorrow. Mrs. Bickers agreed,
and he paid the advanced price asked.
"Just leave the key on the hall rack
when you 60 out" Mrs. Bickers said.
and left him.
He was enjoying cigar before the
glowing fire when tap sounded at the
door and in response to his questioning
"YesT the door opened to admit q
young woman. She was "a pale-faced
young woman and her big blue eyes
were brimming with tears.
What do you want?" asked Jack |
Il want to come in," she retorted. |
UNLIMITED, she drew companion
chair to the Preside and was, apparent !
", soon lost In thought.
IT," said Jack informingly, "have ,
Just rented this room"
The girl turned to look at him.
Have you" she asked. II hope you
will like It,"
Il know that I shall like It," he re-
Piled. Il knew from the moment saw
hose red geraniums In the window"
The freight induced Jacks remin-
scence.
I'VE used to have window like that
t home. when I was a boy. White
uhled curtains and all. 1t looked out
N the side OF the garden where sun
ial stood"
Did your asked the girl eagerly.
We had window like it, too. at
Grandma raised us moth
rless children. But our window looked
ut from a sunny kitchen to where
'e could see birds hopping about on
ne trees, and In winter time, their
tile tracks all over the snow"
The man nodded Understandings.
know, that all spells home.'
you won't like the meals here" the !
ri said. Better go outside for them
Its too bad you have to-" c
"Oh, well. there must be some draw
lex. One does not find a home every n
n.y." !,
Nor lose one. thank goodness"
ghed the girl.
With new interest he regarded the L
range visitor.
II lost mine tDday," she explained \
efully. "
But why7" Sympathy was in his s,
ance.
Couldn't pay the rent" the girl told !,
N. If can't make another home y
myself there will always be grand IL
as to go to-" she added. II
Tell me- he begged impulsively.
Grandma educatos her orphaned !! al
andchildrel and then turns us out
her over full nest to make our own
lys. Ny way was to be music -
ne, success, you understand, waiting 81
the world outside. l have just two Dt
liars left. I'm going to stop at a
w tonight, and tomorrow go out th
look for an ordinary job. The sh
uble is, I don't know thing In the -,
rid but music"
Your name?" the man asked, won't ah
i tell me your name?'
'Burnie," answered the girl, her
eet face grew wistful. Back In I
indma's cottage they call ME Mar
t." ue
With sudden gesture she tossed w
and cloak to a chair. 'TlT get out att
tea wagon and have tea. And you'll
y? 1t will be sort Of celebration, erl
oil fo1a xaxaf aoxsx L.