The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-08-15
By NORRIS

about from Office to office Of the maya
zines selling pictures
A deep discomfort fell upon her. and
she began TO turn to the world-old
refuge Of women: she would marry
Then, when the urgent financial CUES
ton was laid at rest, she might begin
to make her way.
Joe, with an umbrella, met her with
the first rush of pure country air, at
the station. Ellen, whose Celtic heart
was always eagerly reaching for evil
dences Of affection In this adored
younger brother, thought this wonder
fully sweet in Joe.
He was a big, numbering, loosely
built lad of eighteen, in muddy boots,
rough corduroy trousers, and with a
gray sweaters rolling collar touching
his ears. Winter and summer Joe lived
In this or a similar sweater. His n
tidy black hair fell in a long lock be-
tween his handsome black eyes; he
grinned amiably at his sister.
Joe had declined high school, and
had driven the village grocery wagon
during his fifteenth year. Then he had
worked with the plumber, and the cleo
trician. After that he had worked
upon a private yacht for a whole sum-
mer, had lived In New York for a few
months. deeply enjoying his initiation
into the work of a cub reporter, and
only W weeks ago, upon Grandpa
Latimer becoming distrustful of the eff
feet upon so young a boy of boarding
In the city, Joe had indifferently and
good naturally returned home, and en-
gagged himself to Bates. Joe was ut
terly devoid Of ambition.
The Latimer house was on the right
side of Main street, perhaps the tenth
or twelfth in an unbroken line OF
fenced, old-fashioned village homes.
All these houses were wooden, and
simple of design: four windows sep
arated by a porch door downstairs. five
windows in an unbroken row upstairs.
looking out upon the porch roof. There
was a definite, primitive beauty about
them; they were old, and age had
somewhat softened their ugliness;
their small-paned windows radiated
homely cheer. But Ellen saw no beauty
here. she longed for one of the modern
smaller houses up toward Flower hill
houses with bathrooms in them, and
electric light, and fireplace and fur
naces; houses with wide windows. and
shingles and white paint.
Her aunt nodded to her from the
kitchen stove, and Ellen, who had hung,
up her hat and coat, smiled back as
she warmed her hands over the glow.
There was a delicious smell In the
kitchen. Ellen gave a deep smiling
sigh at the sight of creamed mutton
stew with dumplings, corr pudding and
fried sweet potatoes.
"Oo-Auntyl What a rood dinnerl
And I'm starving"
well, l hope you'll get enough"
Mrs. Baldwin said, with the little nerv-
GUS twitch of her countenance that
passed for a smile. There's a letter
for you up by the clock. Go tell grand
pa supper's ready, and see If I've left
anything off the table,"
Ellen escaped the ~tireless voice. She
went into the living room, a rather
small room where the round table was
already set for supper. An alright
stove was here, and neal II sat old
Captain Latimer, with his thin silky
white hair brushed scrupulously, and
his old carpet slippers resting on the
nickel-plated shield of the stove. He
wore old gray trousers. and a brown
jacket he called his "Cadogan," and
his chest a thin beard flowed, as
blue, in a clean, weather-beaten
face.
do, Ellin?" he said. In a sharp, high
old voice. Don't Elsie p'pose to give
US no supper t'night?"
1.-TWO seconds, grandpa !" Ellen an
swered absent-mindedly. Her eyes
were only for her letter, a big square
Who was it from7 All 1t was
from Mrs. Rose, of course.
Two minutes later the exuIting Ellen
back in the kitchen.
Aunt Elsie, isn't this wonderful?
Isn't this just lovely. Mrs. Rose wants
me to go to her Thanksgiving house
party. Her son., that's Arthur, and the
girl, Lucia, are going to have a lot of
at MISREPRESENTATION Oh, I
-hink she's a darling to want me. And
here's my ticket and all-my made
over gray dress, and my lace dress
Doesn't 1t just seem as If my clothes
we're made for this special thing? And {
she signs it: Your friend, Abby Car
laby Rose; I think Carnaby's a stun
ling name" {
Thus Ellen, suffering and stumbling
n her joy and excitement, and all the I
While automatically assisting in the &
process of "dishing up" They were all !
hungry and ate fast. Ellen propped {
Ter letter against the teapot and re-
,aled her family with the delights of 9
house parties among the upper I
Joe listened with a grin the /
I'D Captain drank his tea noisily from c
lis saucer, and removed from his c
mouth portions of the stew too hard .
or mastication. Mrs. Baldwin, who q
lad boon q hahv In arms fffv voorc /