The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1941-10-10
Home Birds
Bv DOROTHY DOUGLAS
Mcclure Syndicate-WNU Service.)
w HEN Wilma Wentworth had

York the longing for home and all
that home meant swept over her.
Home Sweet Home she said in
her letter to the folks at home in
a thriving young city. I'm COM
ing. along as soon as l can arrange
it and build up my business there
near you | have saved consider
able sum to start with but know it
won't take lOng-nOt with the New
York stamp to my credit"
So Wilma had stepped off the train
from the East and into the arms Of
her devoted family. She almost took
their breath away with her lovely
clothes and the undoubted JOY Of
Homecoming.
You've not grown away from us
then, dearie, with all your success"
said her mother.
Our Wilma isn't that kind" said
her father. Il always knew she'd
fly home to the nest"
1--WE haven't even pulled down
your old play house that"
"And I'm glad you haven't" in
terrupted Wilma, because all the
way out on the train l was thinking
that il could be turned into an
adorable studio-shop-that is, with
slight Improvements"
You'll have to get the original
builder TO put on the additions,
laughed Irma, the younger sister.
"You decorators can't mix up your
period design, you know
Wilma laughed "You were too
young so you won't remember the
designer of that play house-it was
Lanky Dickinson, mother, you'll re-
member him-I seem to see him
now with his long legs and lanky
black hair"
His folks still live in the old
house." said Mrs. Wentworth. Il
heard Lanky had turned architect
and had made good somewhere or
other. He certainly ought to be
proud to see his first effort at build
ing"
I'D simply love to have him see
it," said Wilma. and in her eyes
was the memory of that tall fine
boy who had been her playmate.
Hes hardly been home except
for short visits while making his for
tune and name" her mother told
her. "And now, we'll have to be
busy planning some grand parties
to show off our own homing bird.
And so the next few weeks were
i r1,,-I Af tho
derful times. Wilma found herself
the center of devoted friends.
Then, the urge to get to work
again assaulted her and she inspected
the little old play house that the
loving family had not for a mo-
ment thought of demolishing even
though childhood days of the big
family had passed some ten years.
It lay at thef edge of the garden on
the side street and would be in an
| ideal spot for a studio-shop.
Lanky Dickinson, who had built
! it, even then in his teens had shown
promise of the big work he was to
do in later life as an architect.
Wilma gazed at the quaint little
fireplace, the small windows draped
in some lace that her mother had
salvaged from. the scrap bag, the
small door on real hinges and the
porch. That porch had been Lanky' S
especial pride, and he and Wilma
had planted a tiny shoot of rambler
rose with hopes that had been more
than realized. 1t had been only with
generous pruning that the rose had
been prevented from swapping the
entire dwelling with crimson flow
erS.
AS Wilma stood contemplatively
within her old play house where she
and Lanky had spent so many JOY
Gus days, memories swept over her
''I simply won't have anyone but
Lanky touch this place. II he's not
to be found I will just build an en-
tire new one" she told herself ano
wondered how best to get in touch
with Lanky.
The problem solved itself, fol
Lanky, now known as Lawrence
Dickinson, had also come home.
Wilma was making before-break
fast tour of the dew-laden garder
when looking up she saw long
legged man with strand OF BLACK
hair struggling across the sunnies
Of blue eyes gazing at her over the
hedge
Lanky!"
"SnubS!"
A second later he was over the
hedge and was holding both Wilma:
hands and looking into her eyes witt
much the same look he had Away!
kept for Snubs when they had played
as sweetheartS in days gone by.
but I'm not Snubs anymore,
said Wilma blushing holly. I'm
Miss Wilma Wentworth, decorator.
Lanky laughed boyish. warm
hearted laugh. And am no
Lanky, Miss Wentworth, but Law
renee Dickinson, architect, FIG.
PHI, etc, ETC."
They both laughed and uncon
sciously moved toward the pla,
house Of memories.
'I-anky-I want it made a bit big
ger, and l don't want anyone bu
you to-"
ssSnubs-If Won let anyone but M