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


Carrie Brown let fall the home
town paper she had been reading and
gazed unseengly out through her
white dimity draped window. So they
We're going to nave an Old Home week
back in GienWood, and had sent out
/ call for the return of all native sons
ana daughters.
How she would like to go backI
1 Not since she had left the place,
twelve years ago, had she revisited
it ana her heart held mighty long
/ ing to see once more the winding,
/ maple-Shaded streets; the modest,
comfortable homes: even the unpro-
4 gressiye business block with its one
+ story post office. rival groceries, meat
/ market and Horace kimbalTs hard
ware emporium.
/ Thinking of Horace, she sighed just
q Bit wisuully. How easy 1t had been
to scorn his proposal of marriage
when the years seemed beckoning her
/ TO special, glorious destiny
Gould she bring herself. even for
one brief week. to return to Glen
wood? How could she, a confessed
! failure face her townSpeople who had
/ prophesied SO bright a future2
YET she had failed, for want OF
some vital spark, Oh, she had made
living, Odd Jobs of transations.
hack work of various sorts, the syndi-
/ cation of her Daily Verse for Daily
I Needs. But the novel of her dreams,
the tremendous poem. the shortstory
that was a masterpiece-where were
they7
Thinking over these things Carrie
dallied with the thought Of old Home
week in Glenwood Yes, she finally
decided, she would 80 back and bask
once more in the quiet obscurity of
/ her own home town
Glenwood laia itself out in the mat
1 ter OF decorations for It's first Old
Home week and Carrie descended
I from her train to find the shabby
station Of her memory glorihed in
! steamers ana Graplngs and festoOns
Of colorful bunting Yes, and there
z
master, all spruced up for the occa-
4 sion to the extent of genuine white
collar and a flower In his huttonhole.
A number Of other passengers had
/ descended with Carrie, and the UNI
usual amount of stir and hustle dis
tracted Eb, who wasn't as young as
he used TO be Then, all Of sudden,
he caught sight of Carrie and actually
broke on in the very midst Of direct
ing a corpulcnt. prosperousloobng
/ gentleman to the Gleuwood house.
well, wei. wei! II II isn't Carrie
Brown. what used to Sit on the bag
gage truck ana wait for her dad on
the G:lS. Wen, well well -
He had grasped both her hands and
was swinging them ioyously. Sudden
~ 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
ms a pig-tailed, long legged little
/ Carrie instead Of"
"Why. of course Ebw Carrie
spoke heartily. "You-you can't
know what 1t means to receive such
WELCOMED"
"Welcome?" exclaimed Eb promptly.
Guess If you'd sent word ahead you
were coming the folks would an have
been down to meet You with brass
band. Stopping AT the Glcnwood?
Iii, there Pete take Miss Brown, here,
Carrie NJ Brown, mind you, up TO the
! Glcnwoodl"
"Still the same cordial old fellow"
reflected Carrie pleasantly, bowling
rapidly along in the bus But not
until she had registered, received the
key 10 her room and was turning
away did she become vaguely aware
Of what was happening Borne across
the lobby came the clerks sbiiant
whisper TO a group # loungers. see
Mat namel Carrie NJ Brown Sure
the big poetess! Daily Verse, you
know. FOR Daily Needs Gosh !"
The following days pissed as In
triumphal dream Carrie had re-
turned to Glcnwood only 70 be hailed
as rs favored daughter
In between times trooped old friends
TO visit and congratulate her, all de-
cared humble yotarles More often
than any came Horace Kimbal
You never marredT Carrie asked
one day increduIousIy
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. ctn-
sIdcriug honghifullg. AIT too wit
She realized how little she became
the pedestal her fcllow-cltlzeus had
endowed her with ANA yet her sim
pie fines plaGudtnous frequently.
never very spontaneous had somehow
gained foottoId in their hearts. 10
disabuee them would be uukind per
haps impossible
As for Horace. she had to confess
she looked more kindly on THIS wen
set up. middle-aged man than she had
on the awkward, tongue.tled youth
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