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TT WAS New Year’s Eve and
Beatrice Sloan returned to her
place of birth intent on revenge.
She was returning a success, a suc
cess achieved and spurred on by
years of ridicule and scorn meted
out to her in this very town. Or
phaned at birth, her life during her
formative years had been spent in
a series of foster homes in which
she grew up unloved and un
wanted. Scorned by her classmates
she had lost herself in the world
of books gaining for herself schol
astic honors worthy of accolades,
but denied her because she was
“that Sloan Girl.” i-
Tainted by illegitimacy she grew
up filled with bitterness and hate
and had left her birthplace vowing
someday to return and retaliate in
kind. Her day of triumph was at
hand. She was now a wealthy, suc
cessful professional woman bear
ing slight resemblance to the girl
who had slunk away in the dead of
night. As she signed the hotel reg
ister she wrote her name with a
proud flourish.
Though the town had grown
there were enough old timers
around to wjiom the name would
be familiar and chance had it that
one was at the register desk as she
signed in.
He peered closely at her, saying,
“Are you the Sloan girl that grew
up here?” His voice inflection held
the long remembered slur.
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Nativity at oar Saviour ... let as in oar devotions
retoice and gme thank, far the privilege at being
free men — free to worship as we please. Let us
preserve ffcat heritage.
Let us profit by the teachings of Christ to be
charitable to our fellowmen. Let us pray for divine 1
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Let us observe Christmas in its tnse significance.
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He peered closely at her,
saying, “Are you the Sloan girl
that grew up here?"
“Yes, I’m Beatrice Sloan, and I
did grow up here.” Her own cul
tural tone added to the haughty
shrug of her mink clad shoulder
drew his attention to her smart at
tire.
“It appears that you’ve done al
right for yourself.” The old timer
grudgingly allowed admiration to
creep into his voice.
“May I have my key?” Beatrice
terminated the conversation with
an air. She walked toward the ele
vator fully aware of the close scru
tiny she was receiving. If her as
sumptions were correct it would
not take long for news of her ar
rival to travel.
Things Changed
Progress had changed many of
the familiar sites making her feel
a bit alien to the town of her birth.
On a side street she saw one of her
foster homes no longer a home but
was now a rooming house. As she
approached she noticed an old
man coming down the steps. It was
Jed Smith! He had been a black
smith back in her childhood and
one of her few friends. His strong
physique was now bent with age
and he bore little resemblance to
his for ner self. Many a happy hour
had been spent in his company
listening to fanciful tales he had
spun as he worked. In recall she
could almost feel the warmth of
the red hot forge as he shod horses
and smell once again the odor that
filled the air as he applied the
shoe. She called out, “Jed! Jed
Smith! Do you remember me?”
The man paused peering closely
at her. “Well I’ll be darned, if it
isn’t little Beatrice. You growed
into a fine lady, didn’t you?”
Beatrice felt warmth envelop her
for the first time since her re
entry into town. Jed was tied in
with the few happy times she re
membered.
A Good Gesture
Jed continued, “Tell me about
you. I can see that you made out
real well. You had me worried a
bit but I felt sure that fine mind of
yours would see you through. It’s
nice gesture of yours to come back
and see us folks. Folks hereabouts
gave you a hard time but toughen
ing never hurt anyone.”
Beatrice felt shame as she heard
him speak, shame for the real rea
son she had returned. He was so
right. Toughening never hurt any
one and perhaps if her background
had been different she would not
be a success now. Beatrice felt a
cleansing of herself as bitterness
fled from within her. Opening her
wallet she stuffed bills in the old
man’s hand whispering as she did,
“Happy New Year.” She walked
away rich in her newfound wisdom
that one could only live a rich full
life through application of the
Golden Rule.
The year ahead would be a happy
one.
jMERRY CHRISTMAS to One and All and Peace On Earth To Men of Good WilL
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In the distance* there was a star, a And in the night were the voices of And so they came. Ilia Wise Men and There in the manger they found the
bright and shining emerald in the sky, angels singing His praises and announo- the shepherds, the rich and the poor," Christ Child, the silence of Heaven
a guiding beacon for all those who would ing His wonderful birth, their voices loud humanity united through One Great gathered about m™* and they lifted up
come forth in humble reverence to rec- and clear, “Come forth and adore.” Love, sharing together the realisation of their voices with prayer and each heart *
ognise the King of Kings. man’s great hope for eternal salvation, filled with love and courage hope.
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lost two thousand years
ago Three Wise Men found the
secret of great happiness as they
paid homage to a newborn Babe
in a manger* And today, as then.
the message of Peace and Good
Will shines from the eyes of men
and warms their hearts as Christ
mas approaches. Its blessings and
hopes are for all mankind* May
they also be yours this Christmas
THE BANK of COMMERCE
Browne & Counts, Agents
Prosperity, S. C.
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