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DECEMBER. 18, J919 TIIE ASHEBORO COURIER, ASHEBORO, N, C. Paz? Tirw I (Christmas 1 1 8 By . B. HACKLEY paper Byndlcmla.) OR many minutes i on the afternoon that Robertson & Co. marked down their "window suits" to $23 Iva 'Ellsworth. Elsie Banford'a t I a 1 1 o r, watched from Elsie's automobile with sym pathetic eyes a little lame woman who1 stood before the window and directly In -front of a navy bine coat suit of "chiffon broad cloth." Delmar Halstead stood at the side of the car with his back -to the side walk and his eyes on Iva's face. He had made excuse to leave his book keeper's desk when he had seen, Elsie come in the store and leave her guest aloue In 'the .car, so he did not see the little lame woman. "1 wish," said the girl Irrelevantly, "everybody could have their dearest Christmas wishes I" Halsttad's smile was a bit wistful. "I echo your heavenly kind thought- Iva Ellsworth Was the Dixie Rose. I've a big wish for Christmas myself." "Something pretty or useful?" "It's pretty, useful and good every thing that's lovely and desirable." Iva's eyes were on the package In her lap, but she felt that he was look ing at her to unconscious appraisal, and her pulse leaped. "Tell me about it Christmas eve ning. I mean," she added a little con fusedly, "whether you get It or not." "Indeed I will I" he promised. Miss Adrlana Halstead, elderly and somewhat neglected by her only rela tives her dead brother's, family gave glad little cry when, she saw her older nephew in her door that evening, Delmar felt little prick of conscience as he kissed her. ' For a few moments the little woman flattered about him happily, then set about preparing the evening meal. .she Insisted he must share., .While' she was out of the room Delmar accidentally dropped his foun tain pen In her wastebasket A he fished it out absently smooth ing the sheets of cram pled note paper in which' It fell, his eyes caught in his aunt's cramped scrawl: "To Mrs. Mir iam Halstead, My Mother In Heaven." Wondering, he read on: "Everybody but me la thinking of Christmas wishes gifts possible for them to have and oh, mother darling, I must tell someone what I know I cannot have, or my heart will break I ' , "I want i somebody of my people to alt at my table to laugh and to talk with me, to live with ma and"lov me! In the four yean tlnce yon and father went away I've been lonely lonely 1 "I could not bear It If It were not for Delmar. When be Is here I play he lives with me, and I forget tor a blessed hour or so I am alone. And oh,, mother, my roses are going un pruned, my fence unrnended'and my house nnpeloted, and my clothes art getting shabbier every day. '1 am afraid the; wfll soon not be renpect ablo enough f r church. Oh, little mother, I want o new drew. I want : oh, mother, ought t to cover that coat xult In Robertson & Co.'s' window the brut French broadcloth that would Just fit me? J" . ' ' ' ' The words ended here. The writer had evidently crumpled' the paper and thrown It In the basktt when she heard his ring. , f When Dclmnr went borne he walked by the corner end looked at the blue sulu Twr-nty-five dollars represented an engagement ring If Iva Ellsworth would accept l. Iva lived with her cousins In the tiit slate and was ased to luxury, and his bookkeeper's salary n m ly $73 month, hut Delmar bad rHiiivcrV ',) ( : -tmna rv? Mh Adrlsna's ' ,... to B'liii't Ilot.ertww k ' i ( t t ut marked ' " ' r f r I broadcloth nilt of tht window display. . Uke one In a happy drears Mm Adrians put on the things anl pie wuly Delmar cam in wearing hit eve ning clothes. , Would the go with his to oee the play the young people of the town ere giving, -A Rose of Old Dixie." , With her face like the dawn- Mis Adrians watched "Ihe players. Iva Ellsworth was the Dixie Bose.t witch ing heroine: Paul Nelson, her lever. -Iva played her part with brilliancy, bui Haul's heart prompted bis acting. It was fervent real. j Delmar's mind was torn with Inde cision. But near the end of the play he looked at the little lonely woman beside him, for the time pathetically happy, and quite suddenly hia mind i was made up. . "Auntie," he said' abruptly to her when they were again In her living room, "will you let me come live with you? Mother doesn't, need mes she's going to be married soon to Dr. Ash- ; ley Wyatt. We'd be company for each other. If you'll let me I'll move my desk and other things over tomorrow." Miss Adriana'8 happiness of the eve ning, compared with the new Joy, was as a drop of water to the ocean. That evening Iva Ellsworth received a bouquet of pink carnations and a note that asked her to pardon the writer for breaking his promise to call, and begging her to accept his congrat ulations on the success, of the play. "I didn't get what I wanted for Christmas," the note ended. "I didn't dare In the face of things, to ask for It." For several months the world held ne happier creature than Miss Adrl ana.' Then she observed that Delmar had occasional fits of abstractedness, unnatural to him. Gradually It dawned upon her that he was troubled over something. "Where Is that pretty Ellsworth girl now, Del, doyou know?" she asked him tentatively one morning gigantically and wholesale, individu early In December. f's limped and saved a while during . . . . . it , . the war pressure. But as soon as, the He started at her question, and she armistice was signed we went at. Our noticed with a sinking heart that the favorite sport again, throwing money paper he had shook a. little. hilariously out of the window, dump- "Br'yce Garth told me yesterday Paul ing it into the garbage can and mak- Nelson was married," he answered her, "and thoueh Brvee didn't know to whom. I I think It must be to Miss Ellsworth, auntie." t ,. ,' tUa A ,,, il L , n k t0T a 1 rcf mifr rii t rvn tr I V I ir o v'o eha stoma V.UU. UUl IVU VI ' 0j DUC VI L LI upon a picture of the girl. "He loved her he gave up asking her to marry him," her troubled mind reasoned, "to make a home for. me. And how he is grieving for her !" As the weeks passed Miss Adrlana the United States. Diamondslimous paled under the weight of her secret ine". expensive f jrs and silk shirts trouble. Delmar became uneasy for a,e selling faster than dealers can get her, and a few days before Christmas sent her to the nearby city to see on a of his friends, a fine young physician there. That afternoon while crossing the street to the railroad station Miss Aariana teit nerseit caugnt and pulled back Just In time to escape being run over by a heavy truck that came around the corner. The girl who saved her helped her to the ladle' sitting room of the station, but when her train came a few minutes Inter she was too shaken and nervous to attempt to board It. "Oh, what will Delmar think when I don't come I" she exclaimed. "Delmar I" The pretty girl s cheeks grew a deeper Rink, and Miss Adrlana knew her to be Iva Ellsworth. , "My nephew, Delmar Halstead. with hom I live In Review," she explained, whom I live In Review," she explained, "Why, Review is only twenty-flve I, W .1. ( 1 . 4TU 1 1. utiles, viivu uv n itMryiiuuc htm and he can come for you In an t. automobile." When she came back Miss Adiiana's lips trembled over a question. "Are yon are you married, my dear?" - When Defmar came Miss Adrlana was able to smile in wan gayety at nun. when there are eleven million children "Where is the lady that saved you?" in the United States without school he asked presently as he knelt beside ing. M I la I M MkWl I " " Wvi . i "Dtlmar, You've Misjudged Mel" ber with bis arms about her. ' "I don't know how III ever thank that blessed woman Tf Miss Adrlana took bis face between her hands. , . : "Delmar," she aald. "she told me her dearest wish for Chrlitmas was a home 1. She has a little money of ber own, but, Delmar, three people could live on what we two do, In comfort. In real comfort. 1 oh, Delmsr, 1 wsot ber to come and live with Osl" Before Delmsr could ftpesk tbe In ner door opened and Iva Ellsworth came In.' "I know, now why you didn't ink for what you wanted lnt Clirlnimnst" ,ha Rld softly. "Delmnr ItnlatPin!, h..w yon'V! nl"'ifU'rfJ me I I'lnln II v j, ., fh l"ta. and th! d ii r i i ' 1 I r' I ' . . If.' KEPT HER AWAKE He Tembla Pels in tack and Sides. Cariui Give Relief. Marksville, La. Mrs. Alice Johnson, of this place, writes: "For one year ! suffered with an awful misery in rry back and sides. My left side was hurling me all the time. The misery was something awful. I cculd not do anything, not even sleep at night. It kept me awake mcst of the r.iht ... I took different medicines, but nothing did me any good or relieved me until 1 took Cardui . . . I was not able to do any of my work for one year and I got worse all the time, was confined to my bed off and on. 1 got so bad with my back that when I stooped down I was not able to straighten up again ... I decided I would try Cardui . . . By time I had taken the entire bottle I was feeling prelty good and could straighten up and my pains were nearly all gone. I shall always praise Cardui. t con tinucd taking it until 1 was strong and well." If you suffer from pains due to female complaints, Cardui may be just what you need. Thousands ofomen who once suffered in this way ndw praise Cardui for their present good health. Give it a" trial. NC-133 CRIMINAL WASTE. By Dr. FRANK CRANE. The curse of this country is extrav agance. We are the most wasteful folk on earth. We won the war on a ' program of reckless, unlimited, n.ountainous waste. So that the government might waste ing bonfires of twenty dollais, bills in the back yard, so to speak. Workman, gettii.g fatter pay than tneV cver in ineir lives did not save it, but started out to uuy talking machines, new rugs, better clothes for . .. . . - ' ma and the girls and a flivver for all And the rich outnaced t.h(!m. Therp js more idiotic plain ,damfool spending! going on right now than ever before. Luxuries are in greater demand now than ever before in the history of I "Kon,"! O Tn hiifrlif- Inv wile irmh ., rf " "3 as $300 for them now," s;iid a lur (k'a'vT. "That doe? netmprcly4 sie-ni-fy th:it prices have gone up: it means thtit people are willing to pay for a hifhc- ciiiss article And v.e are sll mg five times! as many fur coats as before. "AVnat is more, people will pay spot cash. It u-"ecl to be necessary to sell furs on credit; now the buyer seems to have the money. Most of the time he is a man ,who neve,r 0d haye H'?uf y'ng S & g m The demand for jewelry is far in ad- vnna ff tha cnnnlv nnrrliniT tn V C. Backu s secretary 0f the National jeweiers Board of Trade, "Everybody wants platinum iewel- ry aid Mr. Backus. "We can't find, enough large and expensive atones to, enough large and expensive fill thf orders that come in. Ulliit nnlf It fl,A,r liatrA Vl fi wivv t, njr uvk. ax wicj u,. v may they not do as they please with tft A thousand times NO. I You have a legal right to light your, cigar with a thousand dollar bill. But if you do so you are a criminal waster in the eyes of any right-minded per son. Think of the sheer wickedness of it, When vast populations in Europe and Asia are starving and freezing. When thousand of human lives around you might be strengthened and brightened by the money that goes into your tun, diamonds and lim ousines 1 There's something rotten In a peo- pie that can waste joyously, withou) a qualm or conscience. 10 ray iiuuiuin vi iw v;ivudiive, how disgusting it 1st ' Yon didn't think? You didn't rea lize? You never knew? I Didnt you ever read Thomas Hood's poem, where the dying wastrel rich man, rays: , ."The wounds L might hav. healed, The human sorrow and mart! And vet it was never in my mind I To play so ill a part! But evil is wrought by want of thought . As well as by want of heart!" Children dry v FOR R ETCHER'S Wm.JS. Pearsonv well known .citizen of Morganton, and a graduate of . Prinmtan. Hiivt At tha timna.Af hid ion ln charlotfe the btter part of last week. , - Polk Miller's Liver PUIs 10c. Used BO ysr wrtftout a ctianf," The Coed Old Fashioned kind that never f ails. Unequalled faf : Biliousnats, Sick Hctdache, Contti ' pltiofl snd Mala-, fia.1 'Your Cftnd- lather retid en them. Nothing bltf al price. i'rl ihm f nuine. "l.l ' H 2ki (Suito 8 5 By R. RAY BAKER ICopyngbt. Ul. by the UcCluie News paper 6yndicat. BE tall, rawbonod sailor stopped whistling when he saw the antamobile, although his lips re mained pursed and va por continued to form before his mouth. He halted midway between the fog-bell and the lighthouse, and stamped his feet ener getically on the beaten snow path, for they were cold In spite of heavy overshoes. "Ben Clark's automobile," fce said, and he did not say it Joyfully. "H,e's. callln' on Mnrle og'in." The door of the dwelling, part of the lighthouse opened and a young man, dressed In a fur cont, came out, placing a cap, also of fur, on his head. He pausd when he saw the snllor. "Morry Christmes," said the fur-clad one, grinning, and he passed on to the automobile, climbed in, and soon was whirling away. "Same to jruh," sang ou the sailor, although he scowled as he approached the djor through which the other had A Light Shone Forth Into the Winter Night. emerged. "Seems he's gcttln' In a hurry about it. Christmas don't come ll tomorrow." There was nothing about the sailor to denote that he was a seafaring man, unless It was his rolling gait, for he was bundled up much as the other man, although his coat, instead of being fur, was an old fuzzy blue one. Navigation had closed some months ago, because a large share of the lake had an Icy blanket, and Harry Hammond was obliged to find other pursuits till spring. So he fished through the ice and helped keep the village of Bennett supplied with food. His knoA was answered by a dark eyed girl of three years, who smiled brightly. "Hello, Emellne," he said, and he took ne; ,n nIs aVms an(J a'gked ner hnnt Snnta nnrt tt.hnt aha . "K'-v-l-cu the old gentleman from the North to hrtniy her lf dolls "Big doll's what I want," she told him, trying to spoil the part In bis hair, and falling because there was not any there to begin with. "Dat's all just big doll." From the adjoining room came an other dark-eyed girl of nineteen wip ing her hands on an apron. Harry placed the tot on the floor, and a he did so he discovered a pic ture standing on the table. It was of a very good looking young man. "I see Mr. Clark left a present." Barry said, and Immediately wished he bad kept his thoughts to himself, for the girl flared up. "Yes," she said with a tinge of de fiance. "Ben Clark left me his pic ture. I hope you don't object" The sailor studied the blue pattern In the faded red carpet "Wouldn't do much .good If I did," he responded. Tou an' he's gettln' pretty thick, Marie. I thought things was pretty well understood between you an' me but that was before Ben commenced takln' yon rldln' and hlnln' up to you. A man with a car certainly does have an advantage over os poor guys. Marie's cheeks grew re tapped her foot "Look here. Harry she said In a voice that n ringmaster's, whip crn nor no man Is going to die. Mr. Clark has been very olet he's a Highly refined gentlei you well, you're not, and yi It." 4 Ben turned toward the door. "Mebhe I better step oat o' ll gether.7 lie observed. Jle opened, the door and was al to step out, wheo Emetine sprang I his arms, tie kissed the child on t forehead, I hen put her back on th floor and went oat, remarking to him self that "this sure Is some merry Christmas." .-' v s" ' ' That afternoon a storm that bad been brewing for days vented IU uplte on the village and Its surroundm, which Included Clayton Point and the llEhthoiise. A raw, stiff wind carried bltln;: -Vf-Pi Of hard snow, , "M' t li" Hunts C.'lfoi tftn't tome,"nnld 1 fi mi'ir;;!'"! tip to ths t!M Uamk ulax wind. "Probably not" replied Marti, who was filing abstractedly fron the living room window out owr the freoen lake. Marie was quite sure Santa would not come. &mta would hive to be ! her brother Frank, who was En el'ne's father, and he was at Sloan City. ?o miles awty. Helping an Ice ccuipan) put up next summer's suppry. Re had premised to-bring something for Emetine's Christmas, but Mario knew he would not attempt the trip in the storm. Frank was the llghtkeeper ad the government records showed Mnrle to be his assistant. Frank kept the light burning dnring the summer and In the winter found Jobs of various kinds to perform. About five o'clock, through tue storm. Marie heard an automobile horn, and presently came a knock on the door. Ben Clark, blanketed with snow, stood there when she opened it. "I can't stay," he said, "or I won't he able to drive back, because the-road Is drifting badly. I came because I heard some news you'll be interested In. Harry Ilnmmond went out on the ice this morning with his (log team, and up at the village a fisherman just came In with the news that the ice had cracked and fart of it went out. Hammond didn't have a chance In a thousand, especially in this storm. He surely must have drowned." Mario started back, horror In her eyes; "Harry drowned !" she cried. "It doesn't seem possible. Are you sure? Can't you do something? Take me out on the lee In your, car. Perhaps he's still alive, lying somewhere on the Ice freezing. The Ice must be firm for a long ways out." "What?" exclaimed Ben. "Go out there in this howling blizzard? The Ice might hold up for a long ways, but I'd ruin the car and we'd stand a good chance of getting pneumonia, If we didn't get lost and wander into open water." v Early that night the villagers were startled to see a red bar of light shoot from Clayton Point. It was the first time in history that .that light, which ' had guidtd many a ship through sum raer gales, had shone forth Into a win- ter night. Up In the light tower stood Marie j looking through the great glass wall, ! striving to pierce the darkness and stsrm with eyes that were red from weeping. "There's not much hope," she mused, "but there's just a chance he's still ulive ond the old light might help him." For hours she remained at the post, watching and waiting, all but hopeless. Midnight found her asleep in a chair ( close by the light, exhausted by her long vigil. - - . j. A scream from below made her wide awake. She stumbled down the stairs and groped her way to Emellne's room. To her surprise a lamp was burning and there was Emellne seated on the bed, bouncing a doll, fully as large as herself, on her knee. "Santa tame!" cried the little girl, and now Marie realized that It had been" a scream of joy that awak ened her. 1 "Santa tame!" repeated the tot. "I found this right on my bed." Unable to understand, Marie went out Into the living room and lighted a On .... ). did W f'nnt. b r b elder jlr! aitu Usteijed lo Santas Christmas Day B MAST OMHAM BONN US iOorri(H ma. my nn r. iiiud A NT A CI. A US in his workshop. It looked very empty. And no nolioVr If yoe Ci'Ud hiive taken the trip which S:irna Clans look you would linve seen Hie reason why. thowgli It would not he hard for any of us to guess the Saiiia ..us on the night before Christ mas had stopped at the toy stores and h-d takeD the toys which he had left there so Unit tile children i-oulil see Ih-.-m and write letters teeing what they waned. By ll .it ilin he h:id packs and pricks Of toys as i::any as his sleigh could hold, and while his workshop was empty there was a nice, cheerful ap pearance about it. There were lots of tools around. however, and there were bits of rl.ith left from making dresses and hats for dollies., and there were Utile ends of ribbons which had tied packages.' Thore were pieces of wood, too. which had been sawed ofT when bonts were made. There were many other thlngs,wl!ich showed It had been a toy shop. It looked as If it had been full of toys only a little while before and not only toys but of every sort of a Christmas present for every sort of a child. A fire was burning cheerfully In the big stove and was making the work shop nice and warm. But there was an open fire, too, at the end of the shop with a big chair- in front of it. On a rug beside the chair sat Boy of the North, his head against the knee of Santa Claus. He was wagging his tall from time to time and looking Into bis master's eyes. "Good old Boy of the North, never forgets his master I" said Santa Claus. And Boy of the North was happy that Santa Claus was so pleased by the warm wrapper and slippers -which he had got for his master. "Good old Boy of the North," said Santa Claus again, patting him, and Boy of the North sniffed the air, and 'looked at Santa Claus as though to say : : "Who wouldn't be good If he belonged-to you? You're always cheer ful and happy and always thinking of i "I Look at Children World." All Over the others. Yod like children and yon tike to hear them laugh and you work tor them all the year. You're their King, King Santa Claus, and you're my mas ter- So Boy of tbe North tried to talk te Santa Claus and Santa Claus under stood. He stroked the dog's head, and as be smiled, looking Into the fireplace. ne said: "It was a wonderful trip, Boy of the North, t love to sit down here ln my easy chair on Christmas day snd think about It Oh, I saw so many lovely !. 11 T.V. I . . . iiiuuieii. inej were nsieep ana sues nice smiles were playing around r-' mouths. I hoped. Boy of the hoped they were thin1'' because I tike t ' me." An , V;-' lis
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