HOME, SWEET HOME
Geraldine, supposing that they were about to leave for the city, could
not understand why her friends had not called to say good-bye.
“Perhaps they will be waiting at the station,” she said to Alfred when
they were all in the big car, with Danny O’Neil at the wheel.
“Like as not,” the unsuspecting lad replied.
The Colonel glanced at his watch. “Morrison,” he said, “it’s a whole hour
before train time. Would you mind if we went farther out on the
Willowbend Road? I have a little business there that I would like to
attend to.”
“It’s all right with me,” the other man replied, and Alfred, happening to
look at his father, was sure that he had turned away to hide a smile.
Ten minutes later the car turned into the circling drive and stopped in
front of the pillared porch of an old colonial home.
“What a pleasant place this is,” Geraldine said. “Who lives here, Colonel
Wainright?”
“Some good friends of mine,” that gentleman replied as he prepared to
leave the car. Then, as though it were a sudden afterthought, he added:
“I wish you would all come in for one moment. We’ll have plenty of time
to get the train.”
It seemed odd to the girl that they should call upon strangers just
before leaving town, but she was too fond of the Colonel not to willingly
do whatever he suggested, and so, leaning upon his proffered arm, she
slowly climbed the wide steps.
To Geraldine’s surprise, the door was opened by Susan, and when they
entered the wide hall she saw Matilda, who was beaming upon them. What
could it mean? Glancing into the attractive room on either side, the girl
was amazed to see the furniture which had been in their city home. Then
suddenly she understood and, turning a radiant face toward her father,
she exclaimed: “Oh, Dad, we aren’t going to Dorchester, are we? I’m so
glad! But do tell me, how did you happen to find this wonderful place? I
just adore old-fashioned colonial houses.”
“It’s where I was born,” her father replied. “Your grandmother and I have
been planning it all to surprise you and Alfred.”
“Well, it sure is a surprise to me,” the lad declared, “and I’m bully
glad that we’re going to stay in the country.”
“Do the girls know about it?” Geraldine asked, but before anyone could
reply there sounded in the driveway the ringing of a cowbell, the tooting
of horns and the gay laughter of young people.
Doris was the first to enter the hall of the Morrison home when the door
opened, but a troop of laughing boys and girls followed closely.
“Oh, Geraldine,” Doris exclaimed, “isn’t this a grand and glorious
surprise. We didn’t know a thing about it until this morning. We had
supposed that you were going to Dorchester, and we planned being at the
station to say good-bye when someone phoned Jack for us to come here
instead.”
“We are all so glad that you are to stay in Sunnyside,” Merry declared.
Tears gathered in the lovely eyes of the girl, who was still not strong,
and Jack, noticing this, held out his arm.
“Princess Geraldine,” he said, “permit me to lead you to your throne,
where you may receive the homage of your rejoicing subjects.”
A moment later, when the happy girl was seated near the fireplace, with
Jack standing at her side, Doris, looking about the group, exclaimed:
“Where is Danny O’Neil? Why isn’t he here with us?”
“I think he went to the garage,” Alfred said. “I’ll bring him in.” The
two lads soon entered the house together and Alfred’s arm was thrown over
the other boy’s shoulder to assure him that he considered him a friend
and an equal. Doris walked up to them and, holding a long envelope before
the Irish boy, she exclaimed: “Mister Danny O’Neil, if you can guess what
this envelope contains, you may have it.”
“Why, Doris, how should I know?” the mystified lad replied. “I never had
a letter written to me by anyone.”
“Well, you certainly have one now,” Doris declared, “but I’m going to
read it out to the entire company, so please lend me your ears.” Then,
opening the important looking envelope, she read:
“Dorchester Art Institute, March the first.
“Mr. Danny O’Neil: We are glad to inform you that the carving which you
submitted in our recent contest has been awarded first place, and as a
result you will receive a scholarship in our institution for one year
from this date, all of your expenses to be paid. We advise you to come at
once as new classes will be formed on Monday, March the fifth.”
The expression on the face of the Irish lad was first puzzled and then
radiant. “Doris,” he said, “you entered that carving in the contest and I
didn’t know a thing about it.”
“Oh, Danny,” Merry exclaimed as she held out her hand, “I congratulate
you for all of us.”
A little later Doris found the lad standing alone by a window gazing out
at the trees that were showing a haze of silvery green.
He looked up with a welcoming smile. “Doris,” he said, “I’m thinking how
pleased my mother would be.” Then he added: “I’m going to try hard to
succeed, Good Angel. I want you to be proud of me.”
When the others were gone, Jack remained to spend the evening with
Alfred, so he said, but during the long twilight he and Geraldine sat
before the fireplace and the girl listened to the lad’s dreams of his
future on a cattle ranch, and her heart was made happy when Jack said
earnestly, “You’d love it, Geraldine. From now on I am going to hope that
you will be there with me.”
THE END.
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