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I THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1963 VM iy.si ijisi fi :a %. /f m-Kii ; >X '/'s.w W© i! :x-sij © rS. ■ NOEL S To all our frsands: Joy, Peace and Good Will — that is our wish to you this wondrous Christmas season! SUNRISE AUTO SUPPLY CO. 1310 College Street Newberry, S. C. EtEteraJctKHrctetctcratetttetctcratcwctetwwetKtefe* SJ M m H. B. BAYFIELD’S PHILLIPS 66 SERVICE STATION 703 Glenn St. Newberry, S. C. Ph. 276-9201 ^ gw WARMEST WISHES May this Christmas glow with joy for you. MILL’S GULF SERVICE GULF PRODUCTS Ph. 276-9240—College & Harrington—Newberry, S. C. a-si Thanks to all of you, our ’© many loyal friends and customers, for your ^wonderful patronage. CAROLINA REMNANT SHOP IWB J r" A * BY KIM THOMAS T HE DAY BEFORE Christmas came to the small community of Mountaindale with a flurry oi snow and excitement. Almost in the same motion vitn which he turned the ignition switch of his light-colored cruiser. Sheriff Jim Hughes flicked on the two-way radio. “O.K., Ed. Cive i to me again. Tell me everything you know.” “Right, Sheriff,” came the prompt reply. Jim Hughes echoed the two words under his br-''*’ caih. Hesitant When Jim won the race to: sheriff, Ed at first refused to sig 1 on as deputy. “The good Lord knows I can use the pay, Jim, Lut. our being such good friends and all . . ” “I know you, Ed. I know wha? you can do. Consider the argument closed. As of this moment, you are my deputy.” Listening now to Ed’s voice coming sharply through the radio set, Jim Hughes remembered the look that had come into tho eyes of his long-time friend. The v ora “no” was poised on his lips so clearly Jim could almost hear it. It was never spoken. Their eyes -> - »■ -v Standing near the edge of the cliff, he shouted “Jimmy, Jimmy.” Distant Call He heard it then, off in the dis tance somewhere in the wide world that stretched below, a weak but certain call. “Help.” It came again, and again. Jim could see nothing. The boy wasn’t on the move. He had stopped somewhere. This made things difficult. The boy would have to be found, or he would freeze to death. “Move, boy, move,” Jim said, aloud. Then he shouted, “Jimmie, Jimmie.” Movement on the Wilson Trail. One figure, no two. One dressed in white? Surely not. It had to be the boy. It was. He disappeared over the hill. “O.K., boy. Stay on that trail and you’re home free.” Jim Hughes set a record getting down from Devil’s Jump. He had to put chains on the cruiser before he could turn around and get back to the highway. Ed Carter stood in the doorway of the church, excited people bustling everywhere about him. “Came straight here, Sheriff, after your radio message told me you had seen the boy. He had already curled up on the back pew and gone to sleep. Funny thing. You said you thought for a moment you saw somebody with him . . .” “I said I thought it for a mo ment, but . . .” “It’s funny, sheriff, because the kid said somebody showed him how to get here. But it doesn’t check out. None of the searchers found him. I back tracked. There’s only one set of footprints, small ones. You were both wrong, Jim. I don’t understand it at all.” “Neither do I, Ed. But I think this Christmas is going to be a merry one after all.” bad met; Jim’s firm and insistent; Ed’s somewhat inquisitive. With out looking away, Ed had spoken those two words, “Right, sheriff.” Always the Same Jim couldn’t remember how many times he had heard those two words in the last two years. “O.K., Ed. Got it. All we know is the Bragan kid, Jimmie, is lost. Left while they were decorating the tree. One of the other kids believe he said something about going out to get a little tree of his own. Hasn’t been seen for about thirty minutes before the snow storm hit. What have you done so far?” “Standard procedure. All units notified. Searching parties should be getting to the house about now. Almost there myself.” “O.K. Send the parties out. Don’t wait for me. Groups of four. Let’s not lose anybody else in this storm. If the kid wandered far, only luck will turn him up. Can’t track anything in this storm. I’ll cut across Cardwell Lane and climb up to Devil’s Jump. If it should clear, I’ll be able to see half the trails in the county from there. Send me some help. Stay close to your radio. Check you later.” “Right, sheriff.” “As always,” Jim said to him self. Devil’s Rock jutted out from the side of the cliff. Gingerly, Jim made his way as near to the edge as he dared, realizing as he did that it was no longer snowing. He couldn’t remember wnen it had stopped. THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE THREE 1401 Main Street Newberry, S. C. « Mr. and Mrs. D. H. McHargue and son, Dan of Statesville, N. C. are spending Christmas in New berry with Mrs. McHargue’s par ents, Mr. and Mrs. O. F. Arm- field, Sr. BY MIKE SMITH *T 1 HE TWO MEN were about tho same size. Each wore a unif o...;, one in red, one in blue. 'l ie man in blue: Officer Clar ence )riarity, pride of Creen City Ponce Department. The man red: Santa Claus, othem ire kuo /n as Michael Moriarity to rasu A acquaintances, “Dud” lo id ks v.iio really knew him. The Irish temper of Clarence Moriarity was obviously in high .■rear. “Ye are a dud, ye old gaffer. It burns me Irish soul to call ye ‘urcle.’ A good life it is and ye fritter it away in pubs and on park benches. How long since ye made nn honest dime, eh? Answer me that, bucko. How long?” “What’s the worth of a dime to ♦he heart at peace with the world, lad? Answer me that, if ye will.” Waiting Ebcneezer Parsons, founder and guiding light of Parsons Empori um, busied himself with a tie rack as the two men approached. He wished there could be some other way to repay Officer Moriarity a long-due favor. He’d tried to come up with something else, but Mor iarity in truth, had said, “Tell me now, Eb, is there anything else in this world “Dub” can do? Sure now, he can’t make a sticky mess of the job of a department store Santa.” r / Ar- “It burns me Irish soul to callye ye ‘Uncle,’ ” Moriarity said. Eb had aoubts. uub, to say me least, was unpredictable. He had a sharp tongue and with it a dis like for children. Why, he might even tell the children there just wasn’t any Santa. Visions of cry ing children and irate mothers danced through Ebeneezer Par sons’ brain as he turned to greet newcomers. “Welcome, gentlemen.” “Merry Christmas, Eb,” said Officer Moriarity. “Uh,” grunted Dub Moriarity, with something of an effort. Eb winced. “Not ‘Uh,’ Eb, more like ‘Ho, ho, ho!’ ” , , “Ho, ho, ho,” Dub responded, but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it. . ^ Eb turned to Officer Moriarity. “Like I said, Clarence, we’ll give it a try.” it Happens Green City’s Christmas shoppers came out in full force. Things went smoothly at Parser*? Fm ir )QT*V'*" until some four-year-old pulled Santa’s moustache — which hap pened to be the real thing. Santa let out a howl. He jumped up so quickly the lad went off Santa’s lap, sprawling across the floor, bellowing almost as loud as the man in the red suit. It took time, but the man in blue restored order, then retired cas ually to a position across the street. From the window of Krin sky’s Jewelers, Officer Moriarity could watch both entrances to Parsons Emporium without being seen. Sooner than he expected, the door opened and Santa came cau tiously onto the sidewalk, looking furtively to right and left. A group of young boys, perhaps ten of them, were the only ones who setmed to notice Santa. They sur rounded him, yelling and shouting at the top of their lungs. The youngest was crying. Crying much to loud, officer Moriarity thought. The policeman eased from his hiding place, crossed the street and came just close enough to be able to hear. For a moment, he wasn’t sure whether he would have to protect the kids from Santa or vice versa. Harmony But, Santa wasn’t mad. He was talking in a soft, melodious voice and the kids, suddenly quiet, were listening attentively. “You believe what old Santa says. Don’t pay attention to anyone else if they hand ye a lot of hogwash. And, don’t ye go giving any younger kids any guff about Santa, either.” And he was off, back into the store. Santa and Parsons Empori um were back in partnership. Officer Moriarity was munching an apple in Peterson’s Delicates sen when the boys surrounded him. “Mow’d we do?” “Really worked, didn’t it.” “Yeah, Santa can’t stand to see a growing boy cry!” Officer Moriarity reached into his pocket, handing a dollar to George Peterson. “Break it up, Pete, give: ’em a ten-center apiece.” He reached into another pocket. “And, here’s a dime for the apple. Looks like a good Christmas and a bright New Year. BONDS SALES FOR NOVEMBER Combined Series E and H Sav ings Bond sales for November in Newberry County totaled $25,118 reports Joe M. Roberts, County Savings Bond Chairman. m 1 ■ j ms m HOMY 1 J *fe : > 3** : •< J •: VS* '< •'S' j-.s : 0'. vV s- miwM V.> We're bearing best wishes to all our many wonderful friends, and thanks for your patronage. : V.. J m V/' BLACK’S RADIO & TV SERVICE 1409 Main Street Ph. 276-3794 We pray that 'your Christmas will overflow with health, wealth and happiness. SUMMER’S GREYSTONE SERVICE LOWER MAIN STREET AX CHRISTMAS CHEER TO ALL! bi M mmmm* | © *-C Again, at this season of the year we wish to voice our gratitude to our friends whom it is our pleasure to serve. We esteem the continued patronag'e of our custom ers—and the confidence manifested in us by so many of you Newberrians. May we say in all sincerity that it ever shall be our desire to foster the kindly relations which exist between us, and we believe no more fitting demonstration of our attitude can be made than to re-dedicate ourselves to the cause of quality, keep our standards high and strive to merchandise our store so that you may always be better served. Carpenter’s We will be closed all day Wednesday and Thursday, December 25th and 26th. ik w ., . . I*.