The Gavelyte, February 1912

I 1 r 111 I I ,l 'P h.td been. · \\'her you gel tir ver to \Yaslu11gton ,ind I w;IJ gi\ · y )II omething worth while.'· I renwmbered a· l rang the door h 11. It was with a great deai) ol fe.ir c1ncl rembling that I f'nterPd l ll le I iWs lilhrar> ,rnd he "w:1 smpri ·ed to ee 111 .' But when l h.,d explained whv l lad come a great wave of enthus-ia m ·" p 1m fr m his hair.. nd he exclaimed," fhe .iints he praised." We'll }Oll will be .1 man , et. Here L h , e been tramping the rug off the f\11ur tr) i11g t think of vme on e to go for me. nd "by Juve" here you are. But there i he dinner hell. W 'II t lk bu ine· after we cheer up Nhat'· the matter? You look like a fried oy,ter in the cream pitcher-or maybe it' a girl·· .. \\'ell Cncle Bill, l gues you are riaht. There is a girl in thi affair and– well l." ":\ly graciuu· ho), fur~et her, you don't \\an tl> be b · ttered ,\ith ·uch follli-11 and u ele· furn iture vet-in [.ict vuu h d better he like }Ullr old uncle-be a hand Jmc!, fre •, Ii >~rty-1 lVing Bachel,,r. B,ut come un n '" and stuff your £ace thru that white ringed hole in your head·· "Well, it won't be six wet:>k until th ·e cheeks will be filled out plump and red.'' Thu· my pirit were re,·ived and the pa t liµpeJ. from memory a · l I( ikeu fur– ward to the future with an anxious ddight. There were nu more Ion ome hoo or thot· ,,f regre for me till l f0un n yself watching L ncle Bill leaving the wharf at ew \'1.>rk. In tru h, a yet, l was interested in the excitement and people about me. People young an old-men of all description--girl pretty and-handsome. But honestly, ume would have broken like an icicle if you had pres cd them betv,een your lingers. Ocher- were natural b>rn tlirter- Soon, h wevu, thing· c0m– menced to take form. The engine, began to breathe and in a hon time yuu could see the hore lin= ep rating from u· by a trip of expandtng blue Then it wa- I wa, homesick. I thot of Beula . Did he cate? But in a m1nutt: my pride began tori e and half with anger I muttered: e , Uncle Bill i right." .•~ee the world, the oppurtunitie to do big things. hen if ,uu \\i h you can ettle down t0 a life nf uumestic worry and toil.' One more night and l would be in the land of golden dre ms. The uyage had been a delight to me. l loyed t watch the spears of gold and red ~s one by une the · hddt:s uf night snuffed them from the ttling s1.1u The