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Show Christxcxcts By P5I(Xisclv Tairver IDLllio. G- IHRISTMAS should be a happy time for every one, but in Ruth Kenfleld's heart there was little cheer. Every one i.,J seemed to be receiving gifts, ASX she thought, as she sorted 3'(2 the mail in the little subur-Jelgls'j subur-Jelgls'j ban post office. She had received re-ceived a goodly number herself her-self even now, the day before Christmas. Christ-mas. But although there must be many beautiful gifts in the unwrapped ones, the one gift for which she had looked for three years, a letter or just a card, had never come. Three years ago she had been certain cer-tain that before Christmas Ned Traverse would ask her to marry him. But Christmas had come and gone and lie had not spoken. Then she heard that he had gone to South America. Just yesterday she heard that he was again in a neighboring city living at his old club. She had been grateful for the work as postmistress that had been given her, for the last few years would have indeed boon lonely. But how she wished that she might go with the letters which she had just given to the man for the night air mail, and fly into new scenes and experiences. reeling around in the storage box to be sure that she had left nothing, her hand struck a loose board. Then she felt something like a letter. Prying Pry-ing it loose she bold It up to the light, and to her astonishment she saw that it was addressed to her. "I am sailing for South America in two weeks and shall expect an answer before I leave. Xo answer will mean 'No' to me." Then she saw it was post-marked three years before. Rushing to the telephone she called the club In the neighboring city and hoard the dear, familiar voice. It might be a belated Christmas letter by several years, but both Ruth and Ned agreed the next day that it waa "Better late than never." Uc), 1930, Western Newspaper Union.) |