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A Real Chrisfrlljaslfu
By Dorothy Boys Kilian
house" "THIS HOUSE-l0I..D is ill for a1 u ' . .. lean Christmas. all right," Blili aggwbd” ”" I'”'”;” 1 , Robinson said bitterly to his wilel '. cow” " 'd ”” ”"' "” woh had just come into the the my bmhday Inc mmmen ma living roof. dressed for marketing. Daddy smiled Ind "id pnflmbly seated in an easy chair, he looked'on;i1Yo::gc:gm;t.gSh';:;T can dlegustedly down at his stlil- promising mm 5 ml, Ax m0mh'S' bandaged leg stretched out straight ahead 5 on an ottoman. ' Margaret leaned over and pushed mm men he mud M” John.
, t y son' heart vi t the kitchen her cheek against his. 'Its enoughl duo: ..whg”.5O C13,: Rommom, I
for us to see you getting wclll . - . again. honey. when I first saw you. h3lshsonrthg;:13:i.foru.:':3i' The fa" mavwm Eccldenn I wasI9lll'lll 'voice of is child exclaimed plumb scared for your life." RMRS JOHNSO 1 hi ' Bill squeezed her hand. "You're" ' N W” W7 M as 1?. brick dear But we can't ekpecxishe nppgared it the mm" room ieur three and five-year-old oi'f-'f:,(;(Kt' aid 3:" f1;:.”0L:ln;eeYe:ng spring to understand that doctori ickedsnngpu gmr vou fol" At the and hospital bills have completely D H ';t i at t 11 strapped us. Why we can't even iglolzfgll mt Sn 30 very a uL:r;gaare?e;'aS1:h1;lO?;, Mrs. Johnson went on talking. to Then she stood up and. turning cm” 3”” amb”””mem' In toward the door, said; "speliklllgltakc an the younsiwrs oveam my of the children, Bill, they're out llllgglljie for awhile" And 5 e W” the kitchen with their water colors.l' "Some neighborr. am glowed
l"SLlll." his face clouded over. "That ttree may only point up the lack all
answer. "I'm going to get a doll
l A loud commotion at the front door drew his attention. "Come on in. the doors not locked." he called. recognizing the voices of his cub Scouts. I A whirlwind of blue-clad boys yswept into the room. their eyes syiarkllniz with happy mischief. l "Oh. Mr, Robinson." the smallest, your shrieked. "We've just finlslirlp l all the-" l "We've been working after S(.'hx,Cl levery day at my house. mskini: tlvs for your children." a second Cub
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ihouse for Margie. and ii doll bed .and a kitcheli oupboerdl"
i "And for little Bill, guess what!" 'Thc smallest boy couldn't keep
-. "What u swell bunch of fel- .. . love, he managed to 683- fror his little cars and some big and the two little Jolinsriri girls are, l310Fk5- all -Simdbd End Wlxw Hld with them. Mrs. Johnson had some evelzvtliinsl" last minute shopping to (lo, and .1 Bl” H3595 N5 Mid to get rid 01 knew you wouidnm mmd vi-Mc;mm' the drops of mist in the corners of them aggin," this eyes. "What a swell bunch of "o.K.." Bill answered. "Thais felloi he managed to say. "But the least I can do after the nnlgzh-; Wl1.lc--" borly way they treated us throughl "Why not?" the biggest Cub said all this mess." ,happily, "You're the one who "I'll try to be home before )'0lll"lallKlll. us how to use the tools in the Cub Scout group descends upon first place, aren't you? And besides. you. Seven lively boys are a terrific we just like the Robinsons!" He handful, I know." stopped suddenly, embarrassed. VOICES FROM the kitchen broke "Well. fellows." Bill said, after a into the silence. Judy Johnson wasdcep breath. "I certainly didn't saying excitedly. "I think I'm goin: think so a while ago. but this 2: to get a doll bugi:i'." isriiiig to be one of the happiest Beck came his own lillle Marzieis Clirlstmases of my life."
Perfect Present
-IW-K"-SK By Willard Olvan Perslng Hollbcrgs window. He had been The reassuring WHEN M mellooking forward to Christmas morn- mm d dma 'm H” Wcktetijiiig when she could carry the new 300k tfiellglte out of the l”l:V Sotui'- one proudly lo Church mscead 0! day afternoon. Slll'VE'VlllfZ (the street mdmg the old on" nubblne”. by from the eminence of three dollars Luckmg. "' under her "1"" 1" Just for the first time in his eleven would!” be Might to mend that veers Jlmm Sands thntight it waslmoney 1” Mm” meme" Q. pretty nicg world after all. l "Come m' .sammy' U you'll keep . . . f (K-zit a secret. Ill let you go with me ..Ilfter enjoying this sense pr . pm my Momk pnaem... Maybe he perity for a few seconds. lie-ioiiieiii-mollld leave the pm," with the "Rd that hed have t”,.lm”-V M wilandlady until after his mother had w"m'ed ta hldc ma Cgmlffnms mjcsflgone to work. Jimmy was glad that ent before his mother XXOAE up flliinlhshe wnuldnm have to clean up those :19!” naPheAmf1:g:d"RrCr?L:?1:1 ::elInC3t1:i0lllCC5 on Christmas Eve hlfsmpslfp Mglke wasn't ?lllVilll'Jl'eAllliChn5Ln1R,5 mgm ' ' ' ism ' s I Jimmys mother smiled at him 5 - - V I lover the potatoe. she was peeling He started '0 Vlh'-W9. but 1115 air-for the supper. "Didn't you oome up tentlon was caught by little Salrllllylthg mom wayw- Fur, big-eyed with excitement and "yes" Jlmmy closed the doc, and f!'18N- rurmmz WWHTG him walked over to stare out the one
It.
"Hey. Jimmy!" called Sammy. window in their room. "They Wok MW?!" "You didn't leave Mike out in Jimmy's heart. sank. He knew f,,,m;rv
Vb: Wh9Y'"l6lV?:'llL- li(lllHhCJ”ll3d 30 "No -' The tears that he had me. 6 sure. 0 00 l 111v been holding back poured out. "The
"The dogcatclicr. Mlkc tried tnitdogcamhu. wok M," I,,"'-- Jimmy run away. but thyy Mwznt him sank into a chair by the mile and down It the comer-' buried his head in his arms.
Lime Blmmy ll'1l)Fd .l”5 W59 ml. Smiling to herself, Jimmy's moth- : ragged cuff. "I dlclnt have nmem. plum R comfmnng mud on hi, to hide him like we zilivays did be-tlshoulder End Sam ..I mink "1 Wm
. ,. our present tonight instead of to- sm. 'niorrow night." She took an envel- lrilii ope olit of the shabby puree that '- may), lay on the table. "Merry Christmas, ”' lJimm ." , Y t 1 Something in her voice made 'Jimmy open the envelope and look Unside. "Mike's license!" Jimmy iizrabbed his cap and started for the .(lO0l'. "You had better wait tiu tomor- vrow, Jimmy. Itts late, and it's a llnng way over to the dog pound. lThey'll take good cue of Mike."
l A boy of eleven couldn't cry 1 E l l
ii front of I seven-year-old. so " Jimmy blinked away the (ears. ;"'rHE SAVIOUR. FROM GLORY
fore when that old fl0g;'al('ll?l' cr-.niriGod's only Son came down from around." - the glory,
"I shouldn't have left him rlmxii Coming to the world as The Savi- here by himself. but I didn't, want; guy of men; to wake Mom up." Jimmv snl dnwn5Amze1,.-, 1;-om glory sang the Sweet on the step and buried his face in' I Ego his hands. Sure. he thought, lhcy'lll-remng keep Mike five days before they get rid of him, but a license will costl two dollars and a half.
'.'f'hen he straightened up; he had three dollars in his pocket. three dollars all his own, that he had earned by running errands. selling Junk, and saving the few pennies that his mother had given him for - eendy.
If he bought a license for Mike.
T V (ff His love the lost World
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cr. Nailed His hands and His feet to the tree: ' Dear Lamb of to save us. Shed His Precious deemer to be.
God who suffered blood the Re-
he wouldn't be able to buy the new . purse for his mother. but he could 3” vfci;g;',':,f;”d "”"" '”" '" buy a nice handkerchief or somc- ' thing with the fifty cents that he 31”” 39'; 9' 5”” "M h” ”""'” would have left. our pa n, R .d m A boy of eleven couldn't cry in A"dH'l": Elhgl "” m "”'m
, g 1 o . .'"””.....'.z' :.:'.":'..":;.::'.;:.' when mm m ---u mum when he thought of fuzzy. playfful ""9 5””
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Mia mu" "med in O 3 pm u Chorus: Have you accepted this
of big snarling dogs. ' "I wonder if they'll feed him good?"
A sense of shame kept returning Vthen Jimmy thought of his moth- erh nebby old purse. she'd hair it ,u long as he could remember. and ' v Md seen her stop several times
Saviour from gldy? He gave His life that you might be
free;
will you reject this wonderful I10?! '
Of Christ the fad. the leviour is He..-
, burst in. ”You should see a doll '
.qulet. "A wooden sled, and garagel gv
and T
lThey Crucified our blessed Redeem-
By Shirley Sargent
The very nicest thing about Henry Ellis, Henry had decided. was the fact that he was nine years old. He possessed another at- tribute variously described by his mother as stubbornness. stupidity, and the result of it one track mind To get something he really wanted. Henry had learned from experience, he always had to work hard and long. Fostering his mo-
ther for what he wanted came easiest. "Why not, lnoni?" he begged,
"Why can't I do it? I want to more than aiiytliing in the world. I'd be so good you wouldn't know me”
Finally his niotlil-i' gave in to his endless teasing and what she coli- sldelced impossible promises.
"All right, all right," she said.
soundly sleeping, he lay back in the chair, in one hand a noise- maker;. clutched limply in. the other, a large horn. The box in his lap contained piles of con- fetli.
"We'll see if you can be good for a. whole month and tlien4well, we'll see."
His long-awailed goal was in sight, but Henry had to admire his mother's shlewdness. Knowing that Rita, who was five. would keep close tab on him, Mrs. Ellis put her in Henry's charge for the month. Playing nursemaid to a five-year-old was a stern task, even when he could be as nasty as he wanted-but taking care of her on his good behavior was purely aw- ful. All this time she would taint
her demands with "Or I'll tell mama."
Only once he told her calmly but desperately. "If I ever have
any children. tiiry'll all be boys
or all be girls. I'm not going to make any little boy of mine have a little sister. No
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CI-IARLOTTETOWN
Christmas Miracle
By Maud Mccurdy Welcis
Patti was trying to forget it was Christmas. Last Christmas there had been Jimmy and a ring on her finger. Then there was a girl nam- ed Ann and everything was over. Patti had packed up and come to this part of the city to live.
So there were no holly wreaths or Christmas trees in Patti's Pic aild Bake Shop Just off one of the bustling avenues. There was only Patti with her brown curls and mel- lowli brown eyes and the long rows of pies alid.cakes in the show-cases.
People came from all over to buy Patti's cakes and pies and drink her coffee. There was the little old lady who sold magazines on the corner, who came in every day.
She was the first to come in on Christmas Day, and she was lug- ging a big wreath or holly and mie- tletoe. "Hang it in the window, dearie," she said.
Patti looked at the wreath and I sick pain caught at her heart.
Then there was the telephone op- erator who worked in a branch ex- change, and later the little boy who always stopped by from school. He had such sad blue eyes it made
would be fun to see the fellows again, and just sort of all over le- laxl" She laughed, encouraging him to go on. "Hey, mom, well, can I do it-you know?"
She kissed him, saying. "Yes",
into his room. Gosh, it had been worth waiting for after all -my but he hated girls. though. Uglil There were some very important matters to attend to before he was quite ready. They wouldn't take so long, but the waiting would. He started unwrapping his packages. Thanks lo mom, life was-iealiy fine.
it little before 12 that night Mrs. Ellis. noting the silence went into Henry's room. His lights were blazing but the boy was asleep ill a chair drawn close to an open window. She walked quietly over beside him. A whole month-thirty arduous days devoted to being good-he had worked for this night and now he was asleep with
'the sum total of his dreams in his.
lap alid fists. soundly sleeping, he lay back in the chair. In one hand a noise-maker; clutched limply in the other H. large horn. The box in his lap contained piles of con-- ietti, while reams of paper stream- ers were laid neatly over the chair arms. There was a ridiculous pap- er hat crushed into the chair back by his head, and, on the table near him, there was another horn. It had a white card tied on it labelled simply ”For mother."
So, she thought, with tears in her eyes, a little man's plan fol one night had included his mother She shook him gently, settled his hat more perkily on his head. and picked up her own horn. Noise seemed suspended in the air. "Wake up, little one track mind", she said, sitting him up straight. "HLll'l'y and wake up so you can
sir, I'll give him a turtle or goat or something he wanw, not a lit- tle sister.” i Rita just barely listened to him before demanding. "Now be a tul'-. tie for me, Henry. Crawl like all turtle 'and pull your head in .1 shell." So Henry crawled all over the apartment like a turtle and wished he'd kept quiet - like a turtle. The days crept past Christmas. hen at last the month was over and he heard his mother ask- ing. "Had enough of be.ng good Henry?"
Feeling it to be a trick question, he answered casually that ".
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Carolllng Yorksliire childreli still carry a "mllly-box", lined with sugar and oranges and containing two small figures. This custom dates back to ancient times when figures of Our Lady and the Holy ichild were carried in procession yl1V carol-siligers in the Northern Counties of England. The word "lnilly" is a' corruption of My Lady. Ili some parts of Yorkshire the box is called a "basal cup" and the children "go a-wassail- ling".
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When he saw the wreath his
eyes brightened. "Gee, that's pretty." Patti's heart ache. Patti always
gave him a huge slice of pie and he ate it with relish, but the led bewilderment of his eyes never seemed to go away.
when he saw the wreath, his eyes brightened. "Gee. that's pretty. You goin' to have a Christmas tree too. Mls' Patti?"
Patti started to say no, but chok- ed. Instead she asked. "Don't you have ii. Christmas tree, Tommy?" He shook his need. Patti said, her voice still ehoky. "Then we'll have one here. You can help me trim
In no time at all the tree was up and they were trimming it. In spite of her stern efforts, Patti was con- scious of a slow excitement. Tommy asked if she believed in that Kris Kringle stuff, and she had to stop to think before answering. At last she said. "Yes, Tommy, I-I think I do. Kris Kringle may be Just a symbol, but he's really alive in the hearts and spirits of hundreds of people all over the world."
Tommy's blue eyes grew bright. "Then do you think if I told him I only wanted my daddy back, and nothing else. he would bring him back to us? My mommy told him to go, but she didnt mean it. Now she's sick. but if Daddy would
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May winds blow softly Christmas
Day And overhead ii cloudless sky, Where the living Church with open doors The silent bells peal forth the call; Within its Holy portals ring The songs of peace and Joy they sing.
The humble manger is replaced By gothic splendor at its best. The towering spires lend a charm They stim as pillars of the faith; The old oi story lives to tell The anxious world that all is well
Peace, now a famine in this world. While guns and swords its calm have crushed;
But sadder still the lives of youth The hope of man's existence; when Heaven opens to its task The face of war will lose its mask.
Heaven's work well done, is strong-
ly sale.
To hold the power of earth in check;
It cannot race beyond the creeds
Nor shelve the lines of Holy Writ,
Tile words of hope come from above
Where all is peace and Joy and love.
-D. A. Louise Birch. Dorchester, Mass.
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she'll be well."
Patti's mind. "We'll see what we can do, Tommy," she promised. one -of the big dailies. It read:
at Patti's Pie at Cake Shop at once." the Christmas tree was ,a beauti- ful sight to see.
been sold. so Patti was putting out
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come back. we'd betlvbe hsppyTd'd walked in. He said, :'I may be the ad to go and almost collided um,
Thomas Baker you're looking for. mom” nu young mm who Md
An idea. was slowly dawning in Of course I don't now.
Patti just felt it in her bones that he was the right one. She said.
Patti hurried like mad and got a "Do you have a wife by the name personal ad. in the late edition of of Margaret and a little boy
named Tommy?" i
Thomas Baker. please call (Yes, yes, I do."
"Then you're the right 'rl'iolnss
Patti waited and waited. Tile llt- Baker. They want you to come tie shop was brightly lighted and home."
"Are you sure Merguet wants me too?" The young man's eyes were
Rut no one came. Everything had suddenly full of hope.
Patti nodded. "I'm very sure." and
the lights when a tall young man the youniz men thanked her. timi-
Just come in. He was looking as Patti with his whole heart in in, eyes. "The minute I saw that per. sonal, I was sureilt was you, No one ever spelled Patty with an -1- as you do." Then he reached for her hands. 'fPattl, won't you forgive me for thinking I could ever love an”. other girl? Won't you let me put this ring where,it belpngg?"
Patti was choked up with haml, nees as he slipped the ring on her finger. "Finding you is like ., Christmas miracle." he Whtspema Is he took her in his arms.
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