Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-08-18
THE WINDOW
BY AGNES c. BRoGAN

Jack Thorpe, hurrying along threugh
the chill of an early spring day,
glanced up at an old stone mansion
and saw the window. The window
seemed to typify that home he de-
sired.
In crying contrast to its neighboring
windows, the shining white eurtained
glass beckOned, while two ported 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 Iriging place there, that is ex-
actly what he did, and for this was the
gay little window responsible.
"Wi1l you" he briefly asked a maid
who opened the door to him, "let me
know if the room on the second floor
is vacant, the one with red flowers in
the window? And may 1 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 a lock and left
him.
The room was as inviting as its
window promised. When Thorpe
lighted the lamp and touched match
to the gas crate, he sank into a ere
tonne cushioned chair with a 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 piano had been moved that
morning.
The room would be ready for rent
ing tomorrow, Mrs BicEers agreed,
and he paid the advanced price asked,
"Just leave the key on the hall rack
when you go out" Mrs. Bickers said,
and left him.
He was enjoying a cigar before the
glowing fire when tap sounded at the
door and in response to his questioning
"Yes?" the door opened to admit a
young woman. She was a pale-faced
young woman and her big blue eyes
were trimming with tears
what do you want?" asked Jack
impatientlE
81 want to come in," she retorted,
UNLIMITED, she drew companion
chair to the freside and was, apparent
ly, soon lost in thought.
81" said Jack informingly, "have
just rented this room"
The girl turned to look at him.
Have y0u? she asked. Il hope you
will like it, a..
Il know that shall like it." he re-
piled. Il knew from the moment l saw
those red geraniums in the window"
The freight induced Jacks remin-
iscence. .a -.l, ,,a. 4. .,Ev - -
1--WE used to have a window like that
at home, when was a boy. White
ruffled curtains and all. 1t looked out
on the side Of the garden where a sun
dial stood
did your" asked the girl eagerly.
I'VE had window like it, too, at
Grandma's. Grandma raised us moth
erlesS children. But our window looked
out from a sunny kitchen to where
we could see birds hopping about on
the trees, and in winter time, their
little tracks all over the snow"
The man nodded Understandings.
II know, that all spells home"
you won't like the meals here" the
girl said. Better go outside for them
its too bad you have to-
ooh, well, there must be some draw
back. One does not find home every
day"
Nor lose one, thank goodness,
sighed the girl.
With new Interest he regarded the
strange visitor.
81 lost nine today" she explained
ruefully.
but why?" Sympathy was in his
glance. 4>
Couldn't pay the rent" the girl told
him. IF I can't make another home
for myself there will always be grand
mas to go to-" she added.
Tell me- he begged impulsively.
Grandma educates her orphaned
grandchildren and then turns US out