Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-12-08
MY HOUSE.

And there / mean to SnelteF ihe
In gladness all my days
The fabric is the love-of-1rlehns'
Cemented strong and stout
With four-square walls of loyalty
To keep unkindness out.
The porch is broad, the threshoio
wide,
I'll have no bolt nor bar;
And for a hospitable sign
The door shall stand ajar.
The light of trust and sympathy
In every nook will shine,
And laughter like breeze snail
Through all this house of mine.
The house will never be complete;
But adding one by one
The soaring gables builded firm,
I'll rear it toward the SUM-
Until the turrets pierce the clouds
And starry cressets wear;
When angels walk upon the roof
And God comes down the stair.
Even if we may never DulIu
really-truly new house to live in,
we all may have wonder-house
like this one. 1t can never burn
down, and no whirlwind or earth
quake will trouble it in the least,
but I think it must have a little IN
surance, like this "If you would
have a friend, be one"
From my hilltop early these
foggy mornings, Lamoine town Is
completely hidden, and it appears as
if the river Jordan had risen in the
night. overlooking its banks, until
we look down upon one vast sea
with small round blue islands far in
the distance which are the tops of
the Mount Desert Hills. 1t would
seem perfectly possible to launch
boat at the foot of my hill out upon
that snowy sea. But it would have
to be a fairy boat.
For five years l have been trying
to get woodbine to grow, and at last
this summer it took brace and has
gone up and over the top of the lit
tie knob on the back of the house
that we call the entry. 1t even
crept out onto the roof and
shouted to the morning skies.
For the same length of time
have heard, neighbor Of mine has
been endeavoring to eradicate her
woodbine that insisted on growing
and just would not be discouraged.
This is truly case of what is
one mans meat is another mans
poison"
The school children have been
selling pencils to get Victrola for
a premium The result is, we nave
rolled in and on pencils and trust
not to get any for Christmas
Nancy had the grab bag at the en-
tertainment given for finale, ana
her orders we're to slip in a pencil
for every third grab. That worked
all right with the strangers, but
those who had seen too much of
pencils returned them, and with
frantically wiggling hands signalled
for something else, so poor Nancy
could not but satisfy those insistent
though silent demands. Here is
what an NJ. B, says in regard to
that.
Pencils: When I was a child they
were more precious than jewels.
Well do I remember one time that
mother brought me home from Ellis
worth a new, pink pencil with
pearl on one end instead of an
eraser. How I priced It'll When
was in training we had chronic pa
vi uyhn papoi1a hy
mail He did quite a business, and of
every new kind that came out I had
a sample. Since he died 1 have missed
them. When 1 get wealthy, I shall
make a collection, and if Nancy has
the grab-bag I'll be there!
She goes on to tell me this,
which I appreciated much!
1 belong to the ssterhood of the
"Old Maid of the Family" In these
days, instead of remaining at home to
be the family drudge, we chose
profession. The adventure of nursing
appealed to- me, and if one has a
sense of humor and a good imagina-
tion. it is very interesting.
Do read Miss Lulu Bett" She
belonged to that sisterhood in the
old days, and was a drudge indeed.
The story of how she leaves the sis
terhood is fine!
If we all might have Christmas
wish come true, wouldn't we all
wish ourselves back to just one
Christmas when we believed in
Santa Claus? The thrill and the
confidence and the intense joy in the
morning are unequalled by anything
else on earth. l envy the faith of
the little boy who, the other Christ
mas Eve (my, how time fliesD set
out a little lunch for Santa which
he should find when he camo down
the chimney to fill the little boys
stocking. There was nice glass CT
milk and a fat, brown doughnut.
And in the morning-yes! The
doughnut was gone, and the glass
was empty!