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'* ' '— "w another?" tilrgru! (i=3 'hat five lmsscng- rrs Zia/l flashlights. "Halal them m; and u'r'll llfli" a party, any- bu‘ called the girl.
The bus g a little chilly but the alrl vsouitl not nllmr them t0 of than "Now each of you chomp: a nice present from
‘,'\',Il' own. to ire someone else t0- nieht. tha is hwrel. Tile folks at home would be glad to sacrifice one uift for the sake of giving us some fun. WL-‘li mlze him,” she smiled at the driver. "be Santa Claus, and if mly n.’1.'<>u have eats-I say‘, have a lvart and pass ‘cm around."
She “cut quickly from one t0 another: The old lady's wrinkles crinkled up in laughter as she fum- bled in her shabby gladstone bag. 'l‘iie f0iil'lf‘('ll year old boy came out of the grumps and offered to do ail] hing ironl singing a song t0 pushing the bus-a suggestion that. was greeted by a roar of laughter from the (irlrcr.
"We ought to have a tree" mus- ed the girl aloud. “We can't do a - thing without a. tree."
"l-ley, I got an idea," called a v0‘. . A man shot out of a seat and shook himself, into a fur coat. "Open the door, (lri\"er,—-I'll be back in a couple of minutes." A blast of (told air, and the man slipped out. llr came back presently with a rrnnll ragged bush. "Found it. here bv the roadside. Gael-some little blizzard floing on!"
He shed his coat. He asked for s-‘lring. Bundles were untied and the cord cffcred. By tying several lungihs about’. the centre of the bush, and then stretching them taut to various scat braces, the bush war. made securely upright in the
we: for trimmings. Who's got trinlmings?"
The cross man was busy with a bundle. He was a trifle reluctant, still he continued to unwrap papers Soon :1 glittering angel with tinsel wings was in the hands of the tree trimmer. Gently, almost reverently the angel was fastened to the tree tap. The (lisagreeable man beamed
"Anyone got any white tissue pa- per?" asked the girl.
More gifts were untied and their “rappers volunteered. With nimble fingers the girl folded long strips of rccl and white together into a sort of accordion effect.
“What's your nalne driver?" sud- denly demanded the girl.
"Michael O'Hara."
She glowed with pleasure. "And mine is Katy Connolly-dire tap 0t‘ tile errnin‘ to yo!"
Then the fun began- Michael was yiossossczl of an irresistablc humor. llo sent. the old lady intn latltchcs by prcsuitiilg her with a package 0f cigarettes. He completely (lisarnlcd the cross man by giving him an ar-
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The fourteen year old boy was delighted with a candy cone and began to demolish it. at once. And there was a. gift for everyone. Th". bus rocked with laughter. It was;
"l Knew When I Set Eyes On You —-Ye Bcinnggd to M4- "
“GOING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS”
Hc liflle knew the SOITOlU llml was in his vacant chair ; _ Hc never guessed they'd miss him, or he'd surely have been there ,' He cziulrlrft see his IIIOHICI‘ or the lump that filled her throat,
Or the tears that started falling as she read his hasty nole ;
Ami he couldn't sce his father, sitting sorrowful and dumb,
Or he ncrer would hare written that he thought he couldn't come.
He little knew the yladness that his presence would have made And the joy it would have given or he never would have stayed Hc didn't know how hungry had the little mother grown
(luce again to sec her baby and to claim him for her own.
Ilc (Iirlrft gslcss tllc meaning of his visit Christmas Day
Or he net-er would hare written that he couldn’! get away.
Ilc couldn't sec the fading of the cheeks thatbnce were pink,
And the silver in the trcsses; and he didn't stop to thmk_ _
How the years are passing swiftly and next Christmas it might be There would be no home to visit and no mother dear to see.
He didn't think about il—I’ll not say he didn't care.
He was hecdlcss and forgetful or he'd surely have been there.
Arc you going home for Christmas ? Have you written you’ll be there Going home to kiss the mother and to show ller that you care ? '
(Joiuy home to greet the fathcr~ in a way to make him glad ?
If you're not I hope thcre’ll nerer come a time you’ll wish you had. Just sit dou-n and write a letter-it will make your heart strings hum With a tune of perfect ylaclness—if you'll tell them that you’ll come.
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tn slcrp. The bus grew quiet. The j.',lil culled up in a rear scat. The driver stared out into the storm. Once he drew out the lighter ‘and held it against his lips. "The darn- ed little darlin” he miumured.
On Christmas morning they were transferred to another bus. At the city terminal the passengers part~ cd from one another with the warm est greetings. But Michael O'Hara and Katy Connolly did not part.
Then went on to Michael's home and when his mother saw the girl, and her laughter, and her blushes. she just opened her arms.
"I knew the bye would be findln' his lady suddint. It's the O'Hara way."
She did hot even inquire about the bits. Her son was home. It was Christmas-on with the turkey and pumpkin pies!
"But the cigarette lighter. darlin“ Michael asked, "how did ye-—?"
"Oh. I just bought it-liking the locks. And I knew the moment I
"Kfliy" this-and "Mike" that. The driver thought of everyone but him self.
'17"! rzirl had a. moment of acute distress. There ivas nothing for Mike. swiftly she thrust her hand 1M0 her bag and brought out a Small box. with this she wentclose to Michael. "Here's a. present for you. bozo," she said lightly.
"Go 'way wld ye!" rcmonstrated the man in surprise,
"No, please, I mean it." Some- thing in the blue of her eyes decid- ed him.
He opened the box. Out of it then came a. silver cigarette lighter.
"Gosh-what a swell present! But you mustn't—"
"I! You don't take it I'll never speak to you again!" declared the girl.
Amusement and tenderness min- gled in his thanks.
flhe fun went on- Twelve o'clock.
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set eyes on you that it belonged to you."
“And? said Michael with a big grin, "I know when I set eyes on you-we belonged to me."
"Hooray!" said Michael's mother, plumpins the turkey on the table.
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The time of Santa has arrived,
0h, how will he get here?
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T0 5P0!) his Diane and run again Before the break of day.
Md Santa. yes. I hope he'll bring
A foot ball on to me,
And I a mitt. and bat likewise,
We need them on the field.
And what of me for a big doll, Likewise a carriage mo,
And Santa dear, 1 hflpe you mink ' To bring some candy, mo,
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If you have a dolly,
Give it u» a little girl,
In a small room where no one looks To comfort the denr chug
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A Picture For Christmas
(By Clara
Agce Hays)
On Christmas Eve Marion survey- cd her apartment, wreaths of holly in the windows and a tiny trc: with colored lights in the living room. For three Christmasses~all alone- she'd done this. Even baked a. chic- ken t0—~\>\'(.‘ll—mflk€ it seem Christ- masy.
Anyway, she wasn't hungry or homeless. Marion's smile was wist- ful and perhaps a little bitter, and there was no one in the whole city to share her Christmas. She'd work- ed up to a good Job, but her busi- ness acquaintances had their own family festivities. How the girls who worked under her had planned and chattered for the last weekl They‘ called Marion "Miss Morris" and were timid before her. Of course. she couldn't break the ice with, "I'm only a lonely girl! Don't think of me as a boss. Let me share your fun."
Marlon paused now, as she pas- sed "Jack's" picture on her table. Playfully she screwed up her face. She'd get him a present of course. A—a. cigarette case with his initials —expenslve but simple. That's the way the girls at the office sounded. And he'd get her a-She dropped the enlargement and hurried to rescue the potatoes-scorched for supper.
Last year "Jack" had been a pre- sent from herself. Her brother Ben, thousands of miles away, had-sent; a snapshot of himself taken with a young man. “My pal and 1- He's a real fellow," Ben had scrawled across the back. Marlon had stud- ied the fine face in the picture and yearning born of a long unrealized dream of romance stirred her. Fi- nally when last Christmas came she had guiitily cut her brother's picture off and had the other cn- larged, tinted and framed. I
"The color of his eyes?" asked the artist.
"Oh—er-—brown," she said and blushed. That was what she want- ed him to have. She had called him "Jack." And ever since "Jack" had been her confident, her pal, her fi- anec..
The long evenings passed more easily when she looked into the tile large brown eyes and dreamed of the time she and "Jack" might have a home of their own.
But, tonight, another empty and lonely Chrisilnus Eve, imaginative Marlon with twinkling eycs, became matter-of-fact Miss Morris of the office. “It's ridiculous!" she scold- ed. “Completely in love with a pic- ture! I must be losing my mind!" Vindicutively she thrust "Jack" into a drawer and sat down to make her self read and forget.
Suddenly the door bell rang. Ma- rion opened the door cautiously. ‘Then she gasped.
When David Bruce entered he wondered why the attractive sister of his pal stared at him as if she could not believe her eyes and sank weakly into a. chair.
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‘L-Here on business-Told VBen I'd 100k you up." he explained a lit- tle nervously. "Shouldn't have bro- ken ln on your Christmas-a perfect stranger—I—ah—-was a. little lone- some, I guess.
Marlon managed to say softly. "I'm glad you came." And David looking at her felt that. somehow, she was.
There‘d been lots to talk about. David leaving late, anticipated with actual eagerness the dinner with her tomorrow. And Marion's heart sang as she got up early on Christmas to "get things done". David came early too, and Marion, pinning a towel around him, let him help. It seemed natural. She and he had
been friends 1n her imagination so _
long! The afternoon passed swiftly. In the evening they went to a. thea- te-r.
When they returned. "A look at the tree before you go?" invited Ma- rion. ' '
David stepped in—foi- a look at Ami-ion. He flushed and glanced down. "
"I-I told Ben-ifvhis sister was sis-attractive as the picture he showed me, I'd wantto bring her back with me and-J’ He looked up seriously. "Please don't think me cheeky. I've got to return so soon and-well, she's better than the ‘ic- ture. I—”
A minute later he held her in his arms.
"Oh, Jacki" Marion gasped in happy confusion and then flushed. But David's brown eyes had read hers and what her lips said didn‘ matter. -
A Tale for Christmas Evening
Now that you are tired of your toys, Sonny Boy, Any you're cocking a sleepy eye, Climb into my lap and I'll tell you a tale Of a time that is long gone by.
Over the sea in a little old town —
No, your daddy never was there —
A Baby was born on the first Christ- mas day,
In a place that was chill and bare.
He had no fire like the one we have
here,
Where HIS mother could warm HIS toes,
Not even a roof covered over His" head,
But the stars saw His eyelids close.
Yes He was poor, but wlthal was a. K1112. \
As the Wise Men afar ind been told;
And they came on their camels to bring Him rare gifts
Of frankincensc, myrrh and gold.
Where is He now? He's here in our home, But don't you
your eyes, For He is the spirit of Love, Sonny BOY» And of ewrything good and wise.
look for Him with
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