Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1959 THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA SECTION B—PAGE FIVE EAUTirU 1 indeed i? the story of Christ- mss . . . the story of how, so many years ago, the VvVse Aden saw the light . . . the star . . and followed •t ?<■> vi rich nn \ wonderf 1 '! reward. /\gam it is Christmas ... a tune to draw our loved ones and our friends closer to us ... a time to find new faith and new hope in the true spirit of the occasion a most Jotfous Christmas Newberry Electric Co-op., Inc Christmas is here and we want to send vou, one and all, our best wishes for a wonderful 'i uletide Mnv it briny you all the good things of life which vou so richlv deserve. i rr Farmers Ice and Fuel Co. PHONE 155 GEORGE W. MARTIN, Manager NEWBERRY, S. C. A FRESH start F. L. ROWLEY B AILEY tapped her wristwatch, looked at it again. Only 10 p.m. Two more hours to work. Then she shrugged; what did it matter? When the New Year did arrive she’d be standing on the corner outside the hospital wait ing for a bus. Not very exciting. The only thing she could expect from the new year was a bit bet ter luck. This past year had been most unkind to her. Someone must have been read ing her mind. “I’ll bet you’re glad this year’s almost over.” It was Wilson, the special duty nurse. Bailey laughed. ‘‘Right. Every thing happened to me. I cracked up my car last week. Yesterday I knocked over a cabinet of ex pensive drugs—I still have to see Dr. Saunders about that.” “And today Dr. De Groot checked out,” said Wilson. Bailey reddened. “I’m going to miss him. He was the nicest intern we’ve had here in years.” “Especially to you,” said Wil son. “Did he say anything when he was leaving?” “Well, he told me he would be gin his practice on the west side —with some old doctor, I under stand. He’ll take over when the old man retires.” “Good for him. But I didn’t mean that. Didn’t he say any thing—er—personal? The other “I’ve got tickets for a night club, he said with a grin. nurses and I were beginning tc smell orange blossoms.” ‘‘No—nothing. Say, can you help me get this file drawer open, Wilson? It’S got a broken lock, and—” The drawer flew open at Bailey’s first tug. It hit her arm just below the sleeve, causing a light trickle of blood. “Now that’s what I call chang ing the subject in a hurry,” said Wilson shaking her head. “Wait here, honey. I’ll get some tape.” Interruption Wilson was on her way back and passing the night desk when the switchboard buzzed. Bailey absently watched her answer it while she wondered what could possibly happen next. Almost two hours left of the old year; still time to fall down a flight of stairs or something. “That was Dr. De Groot,” Wil son said casually as she worked over Bailey’s arm. “Oh?” “He forgot his binoculars. Wanted to know if I’d seen them around. I said I’d check with the other nurses. You haven’t seen a pair, have you. Bailey?” “Didn’t even know he owned a pair,” said Bailey. Wilson and Bailey went about their separate duties and the minutes ticked by. Bailey thought it must be the longest day she’d ever put in. She heard the eleva tor door clicked but paid no at tention. It clicked a thousand times each day. “Bailey!” It was a well-known voice. All Alone “I’ve got tickets for a night club,” he said with a shy grin. “Thought I’d celebrate for a change. First time I’ve ever been in a night-club. You should have seen the people smiling at me— sitting there all alone.” “All alone? You didn’t take a girl?” “Well—I knew you were on duty until midnight. I thought I’d pick you up then and take you back with me. You’ll like this place.” “I will? Aren’t you taking a lot for granted?” Bailey was sorry the next minute. He blushed like a school-boy. Yet it was the prod he needed. He clenched his fists and said firmly: “Bailey—that is, Ruth—next week, with the New Year, my career really begins. Will you come along?” “You’re saying?” she asked softly. “You know what a doctor’s wie puts up with. I’m asking you to marry me anyway. I love you, Ruth.” Wilson had to cough twice to break through the clouds. “You can knock off early, Bailey, and celebrate New Year’s properly. Murphy says she’ll take your place. Me—I’ve goi a resolution to make. I’ve got to quit telling lies.” GUESTS coming? Carpets must be cleaned? Blue Lustre keeps them looking new. Richard L. Ba-/ ker Furniture.