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, V \ /*** THURSDAY, DECEMBER 11. X924 THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON. S. a V- (•. 1»H. WMtcra N«w>p«p«r UbIob.) VERT New Tear's Eve the old tadj came. Hoskins had been watching her now for several years. Always about the same time, eleven or twelve, she would feome and take her stand In themid- dle of the bridge looking expediently down the river. As the “Amalia,” an old barge engaged in the Indian trade and scheduled to arrive annually in London on January 1, sailed up the river, she became violently agitated. ahoitted Uondiy^tn .Toice, and tossed a purse down to a certain sailor on the deck who greet* ed her with wild cheers. She would watch the old boat glide easily up the river till it was oilt of sight. Then quietly she turned toward the south and walked away. Now Hoskins was a conscientious thief. Jt was not his policy to rob old women of their purses. The opulent old men of Hyde Park, and the young men, too, were hii game. But lately there were toe many in the busi ness for any profit And the newspa pers pere a/jaln^ him, daily r e minding theii readers to be ware of p 1 ck- pockets. Peopl< watched one more now and one had to be on one’s guard at all times. Reluctantly Hoskins forsook the old field of his activities and sought other prey. It was a hard year, however. What little he picked up from the Christmas shoppers he already owed to friends. He was facing the New Tear almost penniless. Then he re membered the old lady and her fat purse. He despised himself for think ing of it—he a man of principles—but starvation is starvation, and it was Tear's Eve. Tonight she would cpme. ^j <; ' • . • . > He concealed himself in an old erevlse in the masonry. It was a per fect hiding place. He could see out easily and not be seen by anyone. About midnight he heard the slow, heavy step of the old lady. She passed close by him and advanced a few yards. He emerged from his hid ing place and followed. About to make a quick spring at her, she turned, and faced him. He composed himself with difficulty, tipped his hat and bid her happy New Year in a weak, strained voice. “Oh, thank ’ee, sir; the same to you, sir." “Fine weather we been ’avln?" "Fine, indeed. And fine for that boy o’ mine tvhafs cdtrifn’ in tonight from t^rm ’ot 'eathen places.” The old lady snilTod. Hoskins edged a little closer to her. "Ain’t seen yer boy for some time?” "Only from the bridge ’ere onct a yonr. Ain’t seen him to ’old in my arms since he was I lad o’ twelve. The hoarse old voice trembled a little—a 1 m o s t broke down. ‘!An’, ’urd life for a lad, that, on them ships, and no ’ome, and an ’ard- er life for me what’s his lawful mdtheV never to lay an arm on him in all these years." Here she broke Into a heart breaking sob. “It’s a bad ’un I’ve been, sir. I couldn’t let that lad o’ mine see .his mother was such a miserable old witch. It'd break his ’eart. I get together all I can in the world and give it to him onct a year for his ’oliday. It’s the best I can do for ’im. Don’t know who he thinks I am. He never troubled to find out. But—’Ey, ’ey, there," she shouted suddenly. The "Amalia" was steaming up the river. It was directly under them now and a little youth in uniform jumped about eagerly on deck, signaling to the old woman on the bridge. She dropped the pugse squarely into his hands. **’Ooray for ’er Majesty,” called the youth, his gay voice continuing to sound merrily as the barge disap peared up the river. Finally the old woman turned to Hoskins. “Good night, sir, and God bless you In the New Tear," she said softly, and walked away. Hoskins stood motionless, gazing up the river after the small hazy object that was the barge. There was a sentimental look in his eye, and a softness in the drOop of hlrf mouth. "God bless, them,” he breathed. " '1 would ’a been a had gray, that, to begin the New TesA*^ Rage nineteen U WE MUST BE CLAD i WE MUST BE KIND* 3 T WAS the usual day-time street car crowd. he timl-iooking girl—overworked and underfed—and beside her the girl of leisure with her vanity case; the weary business man, with hta paper before his eyes, Sad the rollicking crowd of boy scouts. The banker who had had Sn accident with his car, and reoonted the fact that ho bad to go homo in the street car. The over dressed matron, and the fat woman wlw filled the apace for two—and waa mad at all the world because of it The grouchy old man in front of us, who growled at the street car system and the universe in general. Beeide me sat a woman with two children—one a baby of three and the other a lad of six; they were poorly dressed. The baby began to whimper and the mother hastily soothed her, while the grouch In front glowered at her. "Talk to ill’ sister," whispered the mother. "Make her to be Interest." And the six-year-old, hardly more than a baby himself, turned to baby •ister. “Not cry, not fret I” be said ,Ul^--r^Thlgi i tlnaa to he ww-’ i. is time _of holy day bgcauae^ Wh>B .] | ^ )t ^ ' i mor come. You get orange, - - — stmas mos’ come. You get orange, one baby doll, if ver’ good—perhaps red balloon." People were listening now, but the little group beside me were uncon scious of it. The baby had fixed her black eyes on big brother, and when he paused she said briefly— “More!’’ And he hastened on—"Lights in the ■hops—many toys—Christmas tree in church, and ever* body kind to ever’ body—stockings to hang up for candy—” "More!” demanded the baby. The girl had put away her vanity box and was listening; and the bank er across the aisle smiled at the child. “And ever one be happy—yes—be cause of those Christ Child," finished the boy, as their mother rang the bell, and hurried out carrying the baby and her many bundles. People exchanged smiles, and the grouchy bid man who was getting off, too, turned to help her with the chil dren and the bundles. And the words went with me, re peating themselves over and over— "We must be glad, we must be kind— because of those Christ Child."—Anna Deming Gray. (<D, 1124, Western Newapapcr Union.; CHRISTMAS SPIRIT MAKES CHRISTMAS 3 T WAS Christmas morning; the ground was covered with snow, just right tor a real Christmas. It was early morning and the Gaylord household was astir. "Now, qot a single package on that tree touched until I get the turkey in the oven." This from the busy Mother Gaylord as she hurriedly poked Into the al-. ready overstuffed turkey one more spoon of dressing. "All right, old dear,” shouted Hugh, the eldest of the three sons—"a tree wouldn’t be a tree, nor a gift a gift without you." “Thank you, son," said mother as she dried her hands and Joined the boys. "Father Is sorry, I know, to miss all this Joy with us—but business first. That largest package Is from him. His letter said possibly he couldn’t be here for a month." “Well, mother, let’s save the tree until he does come, and not touch a package, for a tree Is not a tree, nor Is a gift a gift with Dad away.” A familiar step was heard; the bell rang and In stepped Dad, shouting "Merry Christmas to all! My pack age not opened yet! By Jo! Glad I’m 'Just In time.” Four voices in unison: "How did you get here?" “Blew In?" asked Mother. “Well, I guess I did, Christmas couldn’t be Christmas without you four, so I came by airplane. Golly! the turkey smells good; let’s open ouP packages." The tree was truly a tree; the pack ages were sm^-enbugh gifts; the tur key 4 was hohest-to-goodness turkey, and Christmas was perfect, too, for the whole family was assembled with true love In their hearts for each other and Christ was In the midst.— Emily Burks Adams. «B. 1224, Western Newspaper Union.) 5 Artaban, Fourth Wise Man of the East ■r JOHN DKKiaON SHERMAN (A 1224. Wester* Newspaper UmtoB.) ALTHAZAR. Melchior, K*sp*r, who followed that bright • Christmas atir Toh know ths tali of tbs. Wise • Xsn, who cams bearing gifts from afar. Hero Is ths tale of Artaban, ths Fourth Wise Man of ths Bast, Who saw not ths Babe In ths manger,. but not of ths four was ths least! He stopped to succor one dying and lost his companions and way. But ever he pressed his quest onward In hops, though alone and astray. And ever he nursed ths ailing and ever ths hungry he fed. And ever he clothed ths naked wher ever his wanderings led. One after another vanished ths glftq he had brought for ths King— To save a slave girl from torment ha cast down his last preelous ring. At last a tils struck his temple; Arta ban then knsvh he must die. Lying there, stricken and helpless, hlal ears heard a Voles from on Hlghl Commending his deeds and service.! | "Not so, Lord!” he cried in amasej I sought Thee to serve! I In wntm 0 "Long have , ^ Jhee, J)Ut JLqughl jrjun all my days. Let Ub Make Greetings * Ring With Good Cheer ww OOD MORNJNG 1 Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! These are greetings t which every body uses, and which we hear from the lips-of all alike—"rich man. poor man. beggar man, thief, doctor, law yer, merchant, chief.” But to how many of us do the’ words live? Are they not for the most part a mere meaningless formula without even the inspiration behind them that usually prompts our spontaneous “hello"? Let it be different this year. Let us back these joyous greetings with hearty enthusiasm. As a man may be judged by his handshake, so may he be Jnudged by his salutations. Let these time-worn phrases take .on new life and become time-honored phrases. - Let us mean— Good morning! Merry Christmas! Happy New Yeaf! —H. Lucius Oeok. (G. 1214, WMUrn Newspaper Union.) And when Wert Thou hungered* and fed? IThen gave I drink to Thee thirsty L Or homeless, gave Thee a bed?”’ The Voice replied to his mourning: "As! thou hast done It unto one Of the least of these, my brethren, eo> unto me It has been done." This Is the tale of Artaban, Us lesson, as strong now as then: “To God ye do only eervioe ae ye may do service to men." GIVE SOMETHING FOR THE CAR The way to a rrian’s heart nowadays is through his car, so if you are especially anxious to please him, -make your Gift"SOiiiethfilg~thgy adds Tb T ~are"roWorF of- mqjtoringr BBnfiMHM - WE OFFER THESE SUGGESTIONS: CHRISTMAS -HRIST was born at Bethle hem that he* might die at Calvary. This is the mes sage and meaning of Christmas. Socrates supposed and Plato philosophized and the world’s great ones dreamed that mental process could save humanity. But Jesus came to save us from the evil that dwells in us, and in the unexplored field of re demption his mission was hew and solitary. The sublimity of Christ’s career is measured by the volume and depth of human' guilt.—Herald and* Presbyter; HEATERS BOYCE MOTO-METERS SPARK PLUGS LUGGAGE CARRIERS PEDAL PADS DRAFT PADS SPARTAN HORNS (In Xmas Boxes) TIRES AND TUBES WHIZ PRODUCTS ANTI-FREEZE MIRRORS STEERING BRACE RADIATOR MONOGRAMS EAGLE WINGS LARGE STEERING WHEELS WRENCH, PLIERS AND SCREW DRIVER SETS (In Xmas Boxes DASH LIGHTS CRYSTALITES FOR FORDS REAR CURTAINS J. V. Edwards ' . Accessories—Gas—Oils CLIINTON, S. C. "Where Christmas JShopping is a Pleasure ,, COHEN’S “The Store of Better Values” Suggestions for Christmas Gifts Unexcelled Hose For Ladies 98c a pair Can you imagine what would be better for moth er, sister or sweetheart, than a box of unexcelled hose. She has been wear ing thenu ally the year. You know* how she brags about Cohen’s Unexcelled Hose, surprise her with a box. We have forty colors to pick from, including the new tan shades. AND RE MEMBER COHEN’S UN EXCELLED ARE NOT SECONDS. We guarantee every pair. If you should choose the wrong colors we will be glad to exchange them after Christmas. Beautiful Towels 59c each Linen Weft. Some are hemstitched and have place for monogram. A pair of these will be most gratify ing to any woman. Crinkle Spreads $1.69 each Not seconds, 81x90 size, compare this price and quality. An idqal gift. Hundreds—Yes , H u n- dreds of practical gifts await your selection at prices you can pay. A WORD TO OUR PATRONS By this means only ; can we talk to all our customers at one time; and we take this opportunity of informing you once again that we value your patronage most highly and that we will at all times en deavor to give unto you the most courteous service and best values obtainable. Did you ever stop to think, Mr. Customer, why Cohen’s Stores grow so rapidly? You- all remember our meager start five years ago in the Posey Building, a room twenty by sixty; now by the help of men with capi tal who had confidence in us, we have seven bustling stores, and more are to follow. By what means do these stores prosper? Are they operated in an underhand, cheat ing way, or are the people whom they serve given one hundred cents in value for their dollar? Do we fool the people with smooth talk, or do the goods talk for themselves? Surely we could not fool the people in six counties of the Piedmont at one time. To inspire confidence, we have long ad hered to the policy of your money back when you want it. Each of our managers is instructed to manage his store with this ultimate idea in mind, “to be an asset to the community which his store serves.” In other words, we are your servants, and shall ever en deavor to save you money on your pur chases. 11 • . (Signed) THE COHEN CO. By Jack Cohen. / P. S—Do your Christmas shopping early. . Suggestions for Christmas Gifts Hosiery For Men, Women and * Children is a most accept able gift. Our specialty is hosiery. We have a most varied as sortment for tiny infants to aged grandpa. Woolen ones, silken ones, lisle ones, wool socks for boys. Heavy ribbed hose for children. All new and fresh for we turn them. “Give Hosiery, it is Useful.” Dolls—Dolls Blue Eyes, Brown Eyes, Black Eyes, Big Ones, Lit tle Ones, Pretty Ones. Talk ing, Walking, Prissy Dolls. Every one will bring untold joy to some little girl’s heart. ^Give her a doll, it’s your duty.” Toys—Toys Skates (ball bearing) for girls and boys $1.95 a pair. Trumpets 10c, 15c, 25c. Games 25c, 50c, 75c, $1.00. Blackboards, doll beds, car riages, dishes and music boxes. Visit Toyland You need not buy, bring the kiddies and make your self at home with, ua on our spacious second floor.