Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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A Chrifimos £ to I'M bj, Charlef ftedeock [DadtuX)rih jber^nlp sr^made Ghri$tma$ j by Ittiry Jdne BtlW | il TTI DON’T know wtat’s gotten In* ^1 to the children,'’ said Mrs. Coles, "but they have cooked up some new scheme about Christmas." Mr. Coles remarked, a trifle grump ily, that he hoped It vt^sn't an expen sive schema v * \ “No, something quite different Such bustling and whispering I’ve never heard. They’ve been scurrying around like mice In the garret" “Well, what about ouy starting to-trim the tree and get ting their stuff ready?" “They say they don’t want us to do “a thing; thing." “But here It Is .nine o’clock al ready 1 We’ll be late If we don’t begin soon, and you know how It Is every Christmas Eve— all worn out before we’ve finished." “Hush!" Mrs. Coles yrbispered. A boy stood In the living room door. He was very solemn. “Will Mr. and Mrs. Coles please come at once to the study?" he asked. The older couple exchanged puzzled glances and followed; and when the study door was flung open with a great flourish, they both gave a cry of wonder. There on the desk stood a small tree hung with garlands of sil ver. Icicles dripped from the tips; gifts wrapped in bright papers were thick among the boughs. If the tree were slightly tipsy, if it seemed ready to tumble over at a breath, Mr. and Mrs. Coles were too surprised to no tice it. “For you ... all for ybh I" shouted several voices. At once a pudgy Santa stepped out of the closet In a deep voice he asked the guests to be seat ed. • “I’ve come all the way from the North foie tonight especially to give you a pleasant treat.’’ Here he was interrupted by another voice which shouted, “We thought It was time fa thers and mothers had a tree Instead of the children. We’ve done It all our selves; every bit." “Please be quiet,” mulled Santa severely. Then he stepped to the tree, and reading the nam^s on the pack ages, passed them ceremoniously to Mr. and Mrs. Coles. There wasn’t a present tor a child—-not one. “We wanted you to "have all the Chrlstmaa this year. We told Santa (s oppressed giggles) not to dare to bring us a thing. It’s your Christmas from us. The children to their parents." “Well, well, I must admit . . Mr. Coles blew his nose, more touched than b«' cared to reveal. Mrs. Coles frankly and happi ly wiped away a tear. “We heard yon say last night how tired you got trimming the tree, and doing things after we went to bed ... so we decided to do the work and the giving. Isn't the tree per fectly beau-u-utlful?" Both Mr. and Mrs. Coles declared several times U was the very best they remembered In all their Uvea. Afterwards Santa was roundly Wswd and bugged. "A very, very pleasant surprise," Mr. Colee kept saying. Bis wife 0 i* i) y “3Ti MUST be a little lonely for you here," said Mrs. Carter to Millie, wife was cutting up rais ins In a bowl. “Oh, no, I like It” “But you know so few people; even we are strangers to you. You’ve come from so far to help me, and It worries me 1 want yon to be happy and con tented with ua” Millie flnng her cloud of dark curia over her shoulder. “Worries you. Mrs. CarterT’ She was round-eyed with as tonishment “I wouldn’t know how to start worrying! I like It here, fine" Mrs. Carter felt gently rebuked. That night she mentioned MlUle to her hnaband. “Here she la Charles; eight- teen years old, no father, no mother, no money, no home, but where the State Commission chooses to send iw and she says, Charles, she wouldn’t even know how to start worrying. Isn’t It pathetic?" “I don't see how It's In the least pa thetic," said her husband briskly. “I think It’s darn good philosophy. She doesn’t use up her energy wondering what will happen to her; she works hard, looks forward, never backward, and always manages to squeeze fun out of the smallest things. I say, 00ER TALLANT had the rw ■ lleved feeling of one who has jugt completed hls Christmas purchases, as he started toward fhe front entranco*of the Emporium. But as he was about to pass through tho door to the sidewalk, hls foot struck something—not much, appar ently, but something it seemed that should not be there. He picked It up and carried it In hls hand to the light outside. A bill-fold! And besides sotfle papers, eighteen dol lars in bids. Then he noticed a club mem card tucked into a little holder for that purpose. All thought of spending the money passed from Roger’s mind. Had there been no way of tracing ownership, be might have considered keeping it, but now that he knew the owner, of course it should be returned promptly. Roger made his way "to the (Insur ance office of Jackson W. Harkess, and was shown to Mr. Hqfkess’ desk. “Did you lose this?’ Roger held out the billfold. Harkess took the book and looked into it. ’"Why, yesTT did," he said. “] no tice there is a little money here. You take that, and I’ll just keep these sheets of figures which I could not have replaced." R|>ger protested. “I didn’t return It to ynu^for a reward,’’ he said. “I brought It because I knew it was yours.” “Well," said Harkess with a aly wink, “buy something for yonr sweetie with it" “Thank you, sir, but all my presents have been purchased," Roger assured. “Lucky!" Then: “Buy something for yourself," Harkess urged. “Thank you again. I may do that" And Roger smilingly took the bills that Harkess held toward him. When Roger Tallant reached home -that evening hls family noted the buoyancy of bis spirits. “Well, Roger," said hls father cor dially, “you seem to have been having Sv Her Basket Bulged and She Could Scarcely Speak. hooray for Millie!’’ “But it’s Christmas tiq>e, Charles. We can give her so little; she needs so mucjOu It worries me." “Tliftre'ydu go again, doing the very thing she aoesn’t even know about. Qive her what you can and be sure she’ll take it with gratitude and joy. Millie fairly sparkled on Christmas Eve. She had baked bread and pud ding and made three pies. She had scoured the house until it shone. She bad even helped Mrs. Carter to wrap up gifh for the neighborhood. “Do let ^ne take them. It’s fun," she begged. “I love seeing how happy peo ple are In their houses." So MlUle started out with a large basketful of gifts. “Poor little sighed Mrs. Carter. “Everything for other people; none for herself." At nine o’clock Millie was home agaiif, cheek* red. hair blowing, look ing. as Mr. Carter said, like one grand big time all by berself. Her basket bulged and she could scarcely speak for excitement “Oh, Mrs. Car ter, there mast be some mistake . . . but everywhere I went they gave me a present . . all these ... I don’t understand!" She appealed to her mistress to coma look for herself. On' jevery package was “For Millie" “Yon sat," explained a Mend next day, “we simply could not resist giving her something. She looked so happy when abs brought tbs things . . . wn couldn’t help ourselvaa, and I judge •vepk one Mae fait the asm* way.” “Tut-tut forma year worryl" grinned Mr. Garter when Informed of the ads. vM fettM. w«t« His Family Noted the Buoyancy of His Spirit. some kind of an adventure in happl- ’ ness." “That’s what It was," said Roger. ‘But 1 hadn’t given a name to It" He recounted the Incident of find ing the billfold. . * “And what did you finally do with the money?" little Jack wanted to know. (He knew what be should have done with It.) “Well,’ , said Roger, who-was a little Inclined to be poetic, “1 bought a pic ture with It’’- “Where is It? What Is It like?" This from sister Margery. “It Is something like this—see If you can visualize It." said Roger. “It rep resents little children being supplied with good food and plenty of milk; parents acquiring a, courageous look and a sparkle to the eye; toys, clothing and other supplies where needed, with out much chance of getting them; hope renewed and faith strengthened; a de termination to carry on. In fact, as 1 was passing a Corner where a Salva tion Army lassie was tinkling her little bell to attract coins to the kettle hang Ing on a tripod, I pushed tfye money into the kettle.” “Well, Roger, that was a mighty commendablq finish to your adven tore." hls father commented heartily “But that wasn’t the finish," said Roger. “After 1 had walked a blo£k, I thought I should In some way feel* bet ter about It 1 bad just performed a few automatic motions In connection with a twist of circumstances. While I felt glad that the kiddies would base the benefit of the money. It was the same as though a stranger had done what I did. I bad exerted no'special effort bad made no sacrifice—there was nothing of myself in It at alt" “How, then, did you square yourself with yourself, so that you come home as jojpos-appearing as a bidder asked bis father. “I went back sad pot another five- dollar bill In the kettle," aeld Roger. "Money that I had worked tor—that had a part of me ground Into It—that meant that I should do without some thing that I wanted—that represented a part of my life—at least ftvt hours that I had lived for somebody else." Mrs. Tallant gave her son s tenderly I look. < 4k — r, dear," rite said softly, “that m IMfe v • /> I has btm our custom at this iimt of year fo forget **> the business of advertising Sssolene and extend our pa trons the greetings of the season. 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NORTHSIDE SERVICE STATION, Roy Still. <5* Vfa Carved Scarab Carries Tale of Royal Nuptials Jerusalem.—The commemoration of a unique or Important occasion by some special symbol or medal Is not at all a modern custom—It was known and practiced as far back as the days of the ancient Egyptians. Today we cast medtyts—in tbbse days a special scarab was carved. A recent discovery of this nature was a marriage scarab recording the royal nuptials of Amenhotep HI to Queen Tly of Egypt This scarab (s of special Interest because it was found not actually in Egypt bat in Palestine —at Ain Shema, ancient Beth She- mesh, at the foot of the Judaean hills. This spot, where excavations are be ing carried out by the Haverford ex pedition, was at one time a bustling market town on the direct caravan route between Phllistla and Egypt This discovery serves as further evi dence of the ancient cennecttou of Palestine with Egypt Detective! 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