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CHRISTMAS MEHRY CIlKiaTMAf 1 THE WAYNES VILLE MOUNTAINEER 1 ; k. K .,t ihi First BaD- , Mrs. Jennie Liner :ju of John B. Henry, "ji m. Wednesday at ,' ':w Dellwood road illness. Rev. L. G. r , i' the church, as raul W. Townsend, . ' First Methodist , Burial was in twtery. pallbearers were: ,n ;,nd Gilmer Moody, Ti id O. Chafin, Joe Loo Liner. , is a native of Hay- i he daughter of w ,!!, Garrett Liner, family connection , ,,a and circle of after; trca i 65. far o' 4 riiK fo'.'.:''. Rites Held Friday For J.B. Henry throo sons, David !;,,i!cd at Naval Base .lames W. Henry, ;,iul Fred Henry, V:n! liters Mrs. Chas. ' i iMinl. and Miss Eliz- , f Waynesville; one vv H. Liner, of ;o sisters, Mrs. O Mrs Sallie Justice; r.,im'hildrcn. , i i lie, flowers were: i i'.rwse. Miss Mary , .iliiiit- Cabe. Miss Miss Marie Piott ! - ,;vll. Mrs. P. H. -v. Duvall and Mrs : mi. ;al Home was in arrangements. Cil.Mil l-.S NICHOLS iv, mi: pIs, native of Hay- t, v died in Concord, on :,ih, following a short : ,i learned from rela- N , ,1 - is survived by his , r. ..i, r Miss Ella Med- r! ! i ci.unty; four sons, v inn. Price, Jack and i,. f Concord; three :!,; 'i Hazel Horton, Mrs. 1! r both of Concord, S! Nell Nichols, of DEOPLE on the suow - packed downtown streets were scurrying iome. Wretchcaly Private Kane lunched his shoulders deeper into Us Army coat. It was Christmat Eve and his last furlough. What should he do with himself? And he ' iidn't even have a bed. A sign on a door read "Bundles Cor America," and he went in. At i desk a woman was warning. "Miss Rigsby, don't shove the candy into ' these stockings too hard. The net tears." "I'm sorry." Miss Rigsby's hands fluttered. "I I guess I don't do j much good." Private Kane figured j she must be seventy. j The young woman urged, "You'd j better go home now. It's dark, j You've helped a lot, really." She j Informed Private Kane, "Homes Registry 244 Market Street will' get a room for you." Then add ed, "Merry Christmas." At the door he stood looking out. Merry Christmas! That was a laugh. Christmas meant home and he'd never had one. Not that he hadn't appreciated the orphanage. But he was to be shipped soon and , perhaps perhaps he might never know what a home was like. His Army buddies wore mittens knitted by mothers, sweaters by aunts. They whisked out family pictures, pictures of sweethearts. And he he had nothing! His chest hurt him, and his cough was harsh. "Liniment's good for that, sol dier." It was the little lady. Her black hat sat high on her head. He thought, her ears will be cold. "Rub your chest and put flannel over it." Her hands made a darting gesture to push his collar close about his neck. She was the kind who mothered everybody. "You you could sleep at my house," she said timidly. "You maybe have an en gagement first " What could he lose? But as iia I i l ANN INGLE I ;,;', two-year old v and Mrs. George 'In' home of her i dI lowing a short service was held Wednesday morning conducted by the inmas, pastor of the i burch. Burial was ry at Sunny Point side the parents are Leon, Charles, Dale lo. and two sisters. 11 Hi H. lb THOMPSON dnv fral j, ev N r n lied rOW. lh, Hecc-t .Mrs'" h;i! - i iocs were held on i ' moon at the Moriah ' lii near Edneyville, i a iiiy for D. H. Thomp- ! ml Haywood county oi Polk county who ''i Clyde for the past x and died at 7 a. m. ' ;- home. 1 l.sley, pastor of the Haptist church, of inal was in the church ' I1 ii is survived by his lo; mer Miss Tinna Mc- "us. J. h., Mac, Hor 1 'hidd, and James, all ' 1 Norman and Glenn n iile; three daughters, Hoilifield, Chesnee, A J. Brown, of Inman, I M. Hendricks, of For "o sister, Mrs. Emma II A'il!s Springs, and 24 i'lil. Hincral Home was in , lf' arrangements. 5s Samuel Cabe Sclla'-gcd From NavV '"k S !u,0 Cabe seaman first ol w a nesville, who has Haw s among those recent ,'tl from the naw at the '''"I'm center at Charles- raaisn 0,1,0, ... . ...... ti . . - " an investigator at ti i i nal Revenue Denart 1 lime he entprpri th i'br I "eadquarters in ISij ,r "e as been serving a ope ;'"d took part in the ' ''"on in April of this P thf , 1 '' ,0 wear the Amer- t i;.,,. , " Asiatic- ke Hk 11 "bbon. the PhiliD- s,";" nu'dal and the vifc- orld War II. iriHR his Period of service in Jus wife and children h. Cah-: r home hpr with ri,. -'"a, jur. ana mrs. Jas Cantata At Baptist 1 Cl;t : Wr Vcantata entitled "-Mlih!1 o1' ' y Frances Ship- , wood Bantist rh,, Th hmiu " the song. "The Flirei ' Mis, Sam Knight " tile rai,l,i m Mam!!.. . j,ne puouc "Ton conld sleep at my house," she said. j helped her into a taxi he regretted his impulse to accept. i The driver stopped in front of a toy of a house. Snow peaked the fence posts and was like crushed diamonds on the walk. She opened a door into the kitchen, and Private Kane looked around at the fancy lamp with glass prisms, the elegant silver canister on the worn red and white checked tablecloth. "Where' everyone?" he asked. 'Ilive alone." Her blue eyes were apologetic. "I told you you'd bet ter go on and have a jolly Christ mas Eve " He lifted a stove lid on the range. A red glow flickered. He dumped in coal and opened the drafts with an authoritative flip. "It'll be cozy In no time. Better getcha some coal." . , "You shouldn't have all this trou ble," she protested. "Trouble!" A wry grin twisted hia lips. "Say, don't take off your coat. We're going to shop." Private Kane and Miss Rigsby se lected carefully. He stopped before a fir. "Let's buy it." Private Kane smiled as he set his purchases down at the door. "You wait here a min ute." Of course, he reminded him self, this was only make-believa having a home. Just the crumbs. He had bought her a fleecy blue scarf when he asked her to wait Back at the house he set the table. The silverware was carved with cherubs. "Gosh, that's swell hard ware." . After supper they trimmed tha tree "Tinsel's a little tarnished, she 'said. "Oh! The angel!" She held it tenderly. "Pa always fas tened it on the very top." His eyes lingered on the lamp, tne tree, the silverware. Gosh, the quiet of it! Crumbs to remember. "You could have a room of your own she stopped. Then wanted to come back here. After the war, I mean." She pushed round fat object into his hand. It was Pa's. I want you to have it Private Kane sat up. Me,? he breathed. "Me." The watch was heavy and solid. He turned it over, observing the grand niann" m which it was carved. "Thanks. Aw, g(Merry Christmas," she beamed, i "Merry Christmas to you. Once more his eyes swept the room. Home! Why-Uus wasnt crumbs. 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