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SECTION B—PAGE TWO
THE NEWBERRY SUN
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Peace... home... worship... freedom
... friendships ... loved ones ... the
wonderment of children ... may all
these blessings be included in your
Christmas picture this holiday season.
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1215 Friend Street
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With reverent hearts we pay tribute to
on this Christmas and hope that His teachings of Peace
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throughout the world. May your family enjoy the
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MURRAY LUMBER CO.
913 CLINE STREET
NEWBERRY, S. C.
THURSDAY, DECEMER 22, 1955
By Edita Wright
O NE evening in London’s pea-
soup fog, a taxi crawled
along the curb in Jermyn Street
and glided to a halt in front of
the ’L’Apertif’ restaurant. “That
will be three and sixpence,” the
driver said. The Honorable ‘Ne
ville Compton - McFarlane gave
him four shillings and went inside.
“Good evening, sir,” the head
waiter Louie greeted him cordially
without familiarity, “it is good to
see you again.”
“It is good to BE back, Louie,”
the tall slender man replied and
passing a well kept hand over
his graying hair, he added: “this
is a bad night, I am worried.”
“Her Ladyship will be here,”
Louie reassured, ‘‘she has never
failed you.” He escorted his illus
trious guest to the usual table in
a far-off corner where the lights
were dim and the noise of the
When he looked np again, her
dark eyes wore questioning his.
elite of London's New Year cele
brants seemed only an echo.
“Two Martinis’ very, very dry?”
Louie inquired. A brief nod was
the answer. McFarlane kept the
entrance in check with his deep-
set gray eyes. Nervously he
smoothed the tablecloth, lit a ci
garette and carefully inserted it
into a gold holder. When he
looked up again, her dark eyes
were questioning his.
‘‘My darling,” he got up to seat
her opposite himself. “I did not
see you.’,’ ^
“You were not supposed to,”
she answered honestly, slowly tak
ing off her gloves. ‘‘Did you
bring that letter, VII?”
‘‘Of course, my dear.” He ex
amined every cherished feature
of her beautiful face; the dark
brown hair smoothly drawn away
from her temples, the delicate
coloring, the mouth always a little
open, the long dark lashes nojw
shading her eyes. “You are more
lovely than ever/* he said simply.
Gently they clinked their glasses.
“Read it to me now, please,”
Axelle asked, her voice barely a
whisper.
Hesitation
A moment’s hesitation before his
hand tightened over the parched
paper.
“Date and everything?” he
looked at her.
“As always,” she replied breath
lessly.
It was a familiar routine, opening
the letter, but there was always
something wonderful and new
about it. His hands trembled
slightly.
“January 1, 1947,” he began
steadily and read the letter to the
end! ‘My undying love, dearest,
have Faith with me, Vil.’ He
looked up and wanted to kiss away
the tears in her eyes. The letter
simply told of the love and devo
tion of a man for a woman he
had searched for in forty drifting
years of a lifetime and that would
not be defeated in the face of every
known obstacle that human society
can devise. The pain and buffering
had long since gone, but there re
mained, in both of them, a humble
gratitude toward each other.
Memories
“Dear Heart,” he lit a cigarette
for her, “do you remember that
night at Lugano, when we took a
cabby along the lake and you
kissed the horse right on the nose
and you laughed until it hurt? And
later—on the balcony? I have seen
you happy, but never happier.”
“And Cochenil’s little bar in
Paris?” she asked him. “Let’s
walk, darling,” she added softly,
“we will walk along the embank
ment in the fog and look at the
lights on the Thames.” They left,
nodding smilingly to Louie, who,
tactfully opened the door without
saying a word.
“And WHO do you suppose, they
are,” some waiter jeered. Louie
looked at him with contempt. Then
he sighed and slowly answered:
“They.have been coming here for,
about ten years now, always this
same time. They order a drink,
read that lettter and leave.”
“So what,” the other was not
satisfied, “tell us, who they are.”
“He is at the British Embassy,
charge d’affaires, in Paris. The
lady is his wife.”
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of the Infant Jesus
Be with you during this Christmas season
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The spiritual quality of
good will refreshes mankind
as no other factor...
Nothing is more convincing
as the vision Christmas
brings of what this world
would be if the Golden
Rule became our daily
practice. What a wonderful
world we will have when
we at last heed His advice
to love one another.
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For hundreds of years, and from many lands, the traditions of
Christmas have been handed from generation to generation.
The tradition of mistletoe comes from England ... the Yule log
from Scandinavia ... the Christmas tree from Germany ... Saint
Nicholas from Holland. Add to these the good old tradition of
sending Christmas greetings. We send ours with a genuine
appreciation of your friendship and good will.
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Shirley A. Nichols
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Raymond B. Nichols
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