The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-11-20
Cinderella House
Finds Its Prince
By RUBY DOUGLAS

even the clothespins in the basket In
the laundry with emotions and felt
sorry for anyone of them that hap
peend to he left overnight in the cold
clothes yard Perhaps she stored up
network of criss-crOss passions to
tear her peaceful days asunder, but
she also drank deep draughts of won
derful joy as she played whimsically
about with the soulless objects into
which she breathed such loving life.
just now she was weaving romance
around an ancient ruin on a country
road, veritable Cinderella of
house in a community of lovely build
ings and gardens.
If she had had the least excuse or
the financial ability to buy, and re-
build the place into semblance of
its former beauty, she would have
done so. AS it was, she merely kept
it always vision before her, drove
past it again and again, loving it,
cheering it up in its loneliness by
stopping to admire its one-time charm
ing lines.
One day when she approached her
Cinderella house she saw two cars
standing between the sentinel trees.
Marie drove up the road and re-
turned to go slowly along the front.
She thought she recognized the car
of a real estate dealer in the village
and she wondered who could be look
ing at the place.
A rather young man stepped out
and waited for some one. Yes; it
was the realtor she had believed it to
be. Evidently. he was trying to sell
the house to this young man. Could
it be that the man was to be married
and that he liked the gorunds and
would. perhaps, tear down the old
house? Marie shuddered at the
thought.
The two men stood before it, look
ing up at the roof, the chimneys,
bravely erect in spite of their age.
"No-I think it is hopeless" she
heard the stranger say.
Nettled into courage she had never
known she possessed Marie turned
her car quickly into the driveway be-
hind the two automobiles.
"Oh, Mr. HYDE" she exclaimed, ad-
dressing the real estate man who had
been friend of her father. II have
been looking for an opportunity to
speak to you about this very house
and as 1 saw you out here at the psy-
Geological moment / decided that I
would stop"
"Some old place." said Mr.. Hyde.
'It is good house, Long Island farm
house type and rare nowadays. Need
lot of work but could be made
gen.
81 have always loved it," said Marie,
scarcely knowing what she was about
to do. II have wondered why l, as
one who has visualiZed it as beau
tiful home, might not be able, work
it such. / am confident I could beau
tify it so that it would bring you a
lot of money and be an artistic addi-
ton to even this exquisite section of
the country"
Hyde looked at her. by JOve, you
talk as if you know what you wanted
to do. Have you definite plans for it?"
Marie nodded. Mr.. Hyde intro
duced the stranger.
Miss Ellen, Mr.. Tomlinson. This
young man thinks he would like to
buy home in the country for his IA
Their and mother. He wants a place
on the north shore here as nearly like
Al hol fhnf
moon, thirty-odd years ago, as posi-
BILE. They do not know It, They are
living in the Middle West and their
one dream Is to come back here
again."
"What a beautiful idea," said Marie.
"This place looks as If it might
have been similar to the old home
stead. but all 1 know is from snatches
of stories that have been told to me
and this picture"
He handed to Marie a faded, gel
lowed print of house. Her roman
tic soul believed it was the very
house.
The three walked around to the rear
garden where there was an old beech
tree They stood beneath it, studying
the back of the house. Almost as II
he had been startled out Of his senses,
the young man pointed to two sets of
initials framed in heart and carved
on the banks of the tree.
"My fathers intitials-and my moth
er's," he cried.
"No!" exclaimed the excited voice
of Marie and the rough tones of the
realtor at the same moment.
81 will buy the house if you will see
that It is rehabilitated for me-" young
Tomlinson said to Marie.
I'll will try" said Marie. ''Mr.
HYDE knows have ability-and back
ground"
After that affairs moved very quick
ly in the lives Of the three.
When it was nearly completed and
Marie and young Charles Tomlinson
stood again underneath the beech
tree he said to her, "Would you care
if | were to carve your initials and
mine on this tree?"
"Would the tree like to be cut?" she
asked. evasively.
"The tree knows that it has been the
messenger that has carried world of
joy around i'm it's secret self for years
Marie. Won't you, some day before
very long, come here to help me make
my father and mother happy in the
old homer" sa ,
And Marie knew that her Cinderella
house had found its prince in the form