THE OLD HOME.

NZ Truth, Issue 570, 20 May 1916, Page 6

THE OLD HOME.

- Ob, life was bo slow a few years ago, ; up in-thp country, a- working the farm ! Said John. "What a pityl Til go to the city; but, mother, yon mustn't feel any alarm. For I am; now twenty and work Is so ple^tyi-rvo been a good boy; you r surely cant scoid I m try to behave;; toy money Til save, and soon m return, with; bushels of gold." s She gave!- her consent, bo away h« went, intending to be a rich million- v oira; but soon her dear sonny mi minus his money — hadn't even the ' price of a city car fare. v ' A job In the stable and a place at the table at last ho obtained at a third - class hotel; so he wrote to his mother -■- and said: "Don't bother your head about me^ for I'm busy and woU.* But '■>■ he soon' was put out, and he shifted about at any old job that ho happened to find.. Ho shovelled out ditches, he smnbled' lor riches— but never found money, nor work to his mind. . Said John". "Though 'twas stow V few years ago, up In tho country a- working " the farm,, yet I always was fed, had a ' roof o'er my head, and a snug place to : sleep, secure from all harm." So he ' quickly departed and said, as he started: 'Tm going bade. to stay, boys; m ' never more roam. t For when out of ' cash and you're going to smash— -*tla then .that you realise there's no place * like home." .