Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-06-30

was worth
Till 1 searched the wide storenouse
of happiness over.
IT is filed from the cellar we'll up TO
the skies,
With things meant to gladden. the
heart and the eyes.
The doors are unlocked, you can enter
each room,
That lies like beautiful garden III
bloom.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Dear M. BIS:
housekeeping time is a time OF
dreams after all. Day dreams, OF
course when we are going through
boxes and trunks again, and trying
TO decide what we shall throw away
or give away this year. But even IN
the most prosaic and arduous or our
house, cleaning, there may De tne
most day-dreaming.
do hope all of you have had as
good a time as 1 had scruDDlng
the woodwork in my kitchen! How
fast and far my thoughts travelled
around that wet cloth! really felt
as if were talking with some OF
you!
One never does realize how many
doors there are in one small room
until along comes housekeeping
time. when every bit of woodwork
has to have its own particular Wlp-
ing-off even if it is but lick and
a promise! My kitchen, for instance
what business has a small room 10
howe eight doorSi eight!
But there is a wealth OF meaning
to these doors. They mean access!
This room is the heart OF the
house. From it 1 can get directly
unstairs. or down cellar; into the
living-room; the dining-room' three
closets, and best OF all-out-ol-
doors. %
think 1 might learn a lesson II
I would, from my kitchen, and see
if I could keep my heart and nina
as open and free and generous to
good impulses as this many-dooreo
room! And if l could be half as
sunshiny!
AS I scrubbed down the heavy
outside door that day, I did so with
a touch that suddenly grew loving,
as 1 said to myself, "You dear Ola
door! You have kept out the colo
and the snow and the bitter winds
very bravely this long winter! Ana,
indeed, you do show signs OF a nara
winter! Here are many new scars
on your once smooth surface, wnere
a heavy boot has kicked you, where
milk pals have scraped you, where
an armful of dry, hard wood mas
bumped you, where small feet have
scuffed in the attempt to force a
way in-and, what is this? A
scratch made by the proverblal
wolf?
Then thought Of that blessed old
colonial door in Old Deerf1eld, Mass,
preserved for the sake of the scars
made by Indian tomahawks and ar
rows in an attack upon the nome.
think of those beating hearts pro-
tected by that strong old door. But
do you suppose those hearts were,
after all, calm and brave In the
midst of the excitement of that de-
Tense? That is fine. l like that
best. A certain grimness and de.
termination kept the vibration OF
fear away, with the confidence that
the seasoned wood was firm as f1tz-
James rock!
Then 1 remembered dream
about doors that heard once. the
man. in his dream, thought that ne
had died. Eager for the new ex-
periences, he found himself walking
along what seemed to be corridor,
lined with heavy closed doors, IN
stead of the one huge portal he had
expected. Each doorway had a sign
over it.
AS he walked along he read the
signs. The first, very heavily ornate
with intricate carvings read "Roman
Catholic" The next, quite slmliar'
"Episcopalian." Then, less and less
ornate, came others, Congregation
alist," and Baptist" and so on, TO
very plainly severe ones in outline:
He walked along thinking, Il VIII
enter in by the door labelled with
the name of the church l have al
ways attended"
So, finally, he came to. the door
way designated according to the
faith of his fathers, and he entered
in. And 10! All the doorways led
but into the same great, wide and
shining space!
But 1 love my heavy kitchen door,
not only for what it has kept out
this winter, but for what 1t now lets
in. Such sweet breezes with the
fragrance of apple-blossoms, shad-
hush and horse chestnut bloom. And
now come in the little feet OF chill
dren, bringing gifts from the fields.
What mother does not know those
first bouquets-of last years dead
golden-rod, dried everlasting, and
brown Queen Anne's lace? But
cherish them as symbols Of the year
that is never so truly past and gone
as when the exuberant feet come
bounding in later with the first real
blossoms. the yiOIets, and bluets and