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f lH-f, door turns on its hinges many times a day. It shuts in and it shuts out. I It is set between the outside world and the dear household in the home. It shuts out the noise, the dust and the clamor of the street. It ihuts out the rough speech, the enmities, the selfishness of the striving crowd. It shuts in peace, love, gentleness, security and all the atmosphere which makes a home. The husband goes ou( through the door in the morning into the rt'.shing, busy world and carries in his heart a sense of security for his household behind his closed door. At night he comes back, wearied with the day's toil and care, assured that within the door are welcome, rest and love. The strife and cares of the world are left on the outside of his door, and within he is at home in quiet content in the midst of his loved ones. The children and the adults go through the door to school or to business, and at night, leaving the whirl of affairs and people, come back again with certain confidence that within the door is home. No wonder that John Howard Payne, that homeless wanderer in many lands, sang with a vast pathos-

"Home, horne, sweet, sweet home! Be it eaer so hurnble, there's no place lihe home."