Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-11-11
OLD HOME WEEK
BY H. LOUIS RAYBoL0

10 1879, by McClure Newspaper Syndicatel
Carrie Brown let fall the home
town paper she had been reading and
gazed unsoeingly out through her
white dimity draped window. So they
We're going to nave an Old Home week
back in Gienwood and haze sent out a
call for the return of all native sons
ana daughters.
How she would like to go backl
Not since she had left the place,
twelve years ago, had she revisited
it and her heart held mighty long
/ ing TO see once more the winding,
m0ple-Shaded streets, the modest,
comfortable homes: even the unpro-
I greSsiye business block with its one
/ story post office. rival groceries. meat
market and Horace Klmhalls hard
ware emporium.
Thinking of Horace. she sighed, just
a Bit wistfuly. How easy it had been
to scorn his proposal of marriage
/ when the years seemed reckoning her
/ to special glorious destiny.
Could She bring herself. even for
/ one brief week. to return to Glen
/ wood? How could she, confessed
failure, face her toWnspeople who had
prophesied SO bright future2
Yet she had failed. for want OF
some vital spark. oh, she had made
a living. Odd Jobs of TRANSACTIONS.
hack work of various sorts. the syndi-
/ cation of her Daily Verse for Daily
/ Needs But the novel of her dreams,
/ the tremendous poem, the short-story
! that was a masterplece-where were
! they7
| Thinking over these things. Carrie
! dailied with the thought of old Home
week in Glenwood Yes. she finally
decided, she would go back and bask
/ once more in the quiet obscurlty of
/ her own home town
Gienwood laid itself out in the mat
ter Of decorations for Its first Gid
/ Home week and Carrie descended
( from her train to find the shabby
station of her memory Gloritied in
streamers ana draplngs and festOons
/ of colorful bunting Yes, and there
was even old Fb Smith, the station
sion to the extent of genuine white
collar and a flower In his buttonhole.
number of other passengers had
descended with Carrie. and the I'M
usual amount of stir and hustle dis
/ traCted Eb who wasn't as young as
he used 10 he Then. all of a sudden.
/ he caught sight of Carrie ana actunlly
broke off in the very midst Of direct
ing corpulent. prosperous-looking
/ gentleman to the Glenwood house
well, well. welli If II isn't Carrie
Brown. what used to sit on the bag
/ gage truck ana wait for her dad on
the 6:lS. Well, we'll welll"
He had grasped both her hands and
was swinging them ioyously. Sudden
I ~ he dropped them and smiled en-
/ barrassedly. "Sho' now I'm being
/ kind Of free. suppose, only forgot
for a moment and could only see you
as pig-tailed, long legged little
Carrie instead Of"
"Why. Of course, IGbw Carrie
spoke heartily. "You-you can't
know what 1t means to receive such
a welcome!"
"Welcome7" exclaimed Eb promptly.
Guess if you'd sent word ahead you
were coming the folks would all have
been down to meet you with brass
! band. Stopping ut the Glcnwood?
( III. there Pete take Miss Brown, here.
| Carrie NJ. Brown, mind you. up to the
/ Glenwoodl"
"Suu the same cordial old fellow"
/ reflected Carrie pleasantly, bowling
/ rapidly along in the bus But not
until she bad j g,,,,-"d received the
/ key to her r, IN and was turning
away ala she become vaguely aware
/ Of what was happening Borne across
r the lobby came the clerks sibIlaut
! whisper to a group Of longcrs. SEQ
/ that manner Carrie NJ Ero ma Sure.
the big poetess, Only Verse, you
know. for Daily Needs. Gosh"
The following days passed as in a
/ triumphal dream. Carrie had re-
! turned to G)cnwood only to be hailed
as It's favored daughter.
/ In between times trooped old friends
70 visit ana congratulate her, all de
( cared humble yotaries. More often
tlan any came Horace Kmball.
You never marricd| Carrie asked
one day incredulouSly.
Horace shook his head. after you
went there wasn't any one good
enough left" he said deiectcdly Then
he frightened and now | suppose
but no, you've gone beyond me-"
Carrie sat with folded hands. CON
sldering thoughtfuly All too wen
she realized how little she became
the pedestal her fcliow-cltizens had
endowed her with. And yet her sim
/ pie lines platiiudInous frequently.
never very spontaneous, had somehow
+ gained a foothold in their hearts To
disabusc them would be uukind per
haps impossible
As for Horace, she had to confess
she looked more kindly on this well
sex up, middle-aged man than she had
on the awkward. tonguetled youth.
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