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Pape Six THE CLINTON CHRONICLE Thursday, December 22, 1949 MORRISON FURNITURE CO. Clinton, S. C. By Shirley Sargent 'J'HE VERY NICEST thing about - Henry Ellis, Henry had de fended, 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 a one track mind. To get something he really wanted, Henry had learned from experience, he always had to work hard and long. Pestering his mother for -what he wanted came easiest. “Why not; Mom?” he begged. “Why can’t I do it? I want to more than anything in the world. I’d be so good you wouldn’t know me.” Finally his mother gave in to his endless teasing and what she con sidered impossible promises. “All right, all right,” she said. It AddsMvch to the oy of Christmas to end Our Very Best Wishes to Those Whom We Serve . . . AND TO SAY: HAPPY NEW YEAR! McIntosh shoe shop Musprove Street Instead of thinking of the many fancy ways to express our wish, we simply soy with appreciation and sincerity, MERRY CHRISTMAS COPELAND HARDWARE SUPPLY CO. — TMAS THOUGH! ENDLY WISH . . ly this message convey to you our best wishes for / imas that will long $$££££$$%* be remembered. * S' . / ’ ; v o CAROLINA SERVICE STATION TEXACO PRODUCTS A. A. RAMAGE, JR. 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 fetti. “We'll see if you can be good for a whole month and then—well, we’ll i see.” j His long-awaited goal was in | sight, but Henry had to admire hit ; mother's shrewdness. 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 stem task, even when he could be as nasty as ha ! wanted—but taking care of her on j his good behavior was purely awfuL 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, they’ll all be boys or ail be girls. I’m not going to make any I little boy of mine have a little sis- ! ter. No sir, I'll give him a turtle ; or a goat or something he wants, not a little sister.” i Rita just barely listened to him before demanding, "Now be a tur- : tie for me, Henry. Crawl like a turtle and pull your head in a shell.” The days crept past Christmas and Henry knew that being good was surely a most terrible experi ence. Then at last the month was over and he heard his mother ask- | ing, “Had enough of being good, i Henry?” Feeling it to be a trick question, he answered casually that “. . . I would be fun to see the fellows ' again, and just sort of all over re- i lax!” She laughed, encouraging i him $0 go on. “Hey, mom, well, can j ! do it—you know?” She kissed him, saying, “Yes.” Henry yelled “Hooray” as he ran into his room. Gosh, it had been | worth waiting for after all—my { but he^-hated girls, though. Ugh! There wejre some very important i matters to attend to before he was i quite ready. They wouldn't take so | long, but the waiting would. Hs { started unwrapping his packages. Thanks to mom, life was really fine. A little before 12 that night Mrs. Ellis, noting the silence, went into Henry’s room. His lights were blar ing but the boy w’as asleep in • chair drawn close to an open win dow. She walked quietly over be side him. A whole month—thirty arduous days devote^ to being good —he had worked for this night, and now he was asleep with the sum total of his dreams in his lap and lists. 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 confetti, while reams of paper streamers were laid nea ly over the chair arms. There was a ridiculous paper 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 sinv ply “For mother.” So, she thought, with tears in her eyee, a little man’s plain for one night had included his mother. She shook him gently, settled his het more perkily on his bead, end picked up her own horn. Noiae seemed suspended in the air. “Wake up, little one track mind,” she said, sitting him up straight “Hurry and wake up so you car. wish me a Happy New Year!” r V ' T. E. Jones & Sons arrival a f another Cfiristmas season brings with it the joy ous recollections of many pleasant and friendly associations with those whom it has been our pleasure to serve in this community. ZacU year we find our selves eagerly awaiting the Christmas season because in it we find the oppor tunity to express again our apprecia tion for your thoughtfulness ond con sideration. And os we extend our thanks, we hasten to add our best wishes to you for the Holiday Season. May it to one of manifold blessings ..at:, of merriment and thanks giving. May this Christmas be your happiest. McGee’s Drug Store -H-