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Show PomeFour LuCILL'B A CHRIS II IAS DISH CHRISM IAS There was merry making at the dormitory as the girls made preparations for the Christmas festivities everyone "let's other to that I" do - LTiy- calling happily to the and shouting do this," and "let's shouldn't they be happy, for were their Mothers all coning to share with the girls this wonderful Christnot - mas festival? Mach was girl describing her Mother, planning just what sho thought her Mother would wear, and letting her imagination and thrill carry her away; that is, all but Lucille. the Through hor mind kept running thoughts, "I hope Mother doesnt come doesnt cone." I hope Mother is the natter, Lucille?" "That asked Marie, when sho discovered Lucille was not ranking plans with the rest of then. At these words Lucille broke down don't "I saying, want ny Mothor -- to cone. tell the truth, girls, I an ashaned of ny Mother, "Vhy, Lucille I" exclaimed Dorothy, "how can you say such a mean thing?" 'n very nuch ashaned with myself, girls; but Mothor has such ugly hands. They are all rod and scarred; you girls speak of your Mothers with their beaTo I do not want a pair of skates, As some of you nay think, To take out in tho early morn race around the rink. And ITor do I want a pair of skiis, camera, or a gun. Of course, they would be kirda They suroly bring some fun. A I would gladly those forsako: camera and what not, I If had time enough to spare To uso tho ones I've got. But Tho So v;hcn. our school is out And I an free to wander, clothes I I can't stand see ny Mothor." it and to hands. and let girls parted for thoir night, their highspirited The rather let you girls that feelings rooms down; but no nention was tho fact among the girls. nade of Lucille sat up in bed, had suddenly looked around, filled for the with light. roo.n She 'in a and there sitting chair was a woman with the most beautiful white, dainty hands she had ever seen. They were neatly and deftly sew- beautiful white garment, which she discovered was a baby garment. She observed a closer and discovered it was her Mothor sowing. But how beautiful her hands wore, ing on a little then, suddenly, scone tho changed. There was smoke coning from a house; it was Gn fire I Then sho recognized her Mothor running up the into a stairs, room whoro in a crib lay a snail child ' sleeping. ing there. Why gently picked and all, Tho it herself ly Mother swiftly but tho child, blankets why wes up running from tho room down tho shaira and out of the house. this week, I'm going to hit for tho ice and snow, Im growing fonder. For which This nice and sunny Dixie land Is all right as a whole; But when you're raised where it's cold, It becomes a really part of your soul. Junior Walker "I--I- utiful hair, nice; Two now sets .D. of books have been idled to the County Library. They aro volumes of "Harvard Classics and 52 15 "Little Journeys "by Hubbard. Mrs. Romnoy says the library now has complete set of classics. volumes of a .D. became dirk again Everyth ins for Lmoment a room then had ucille; later tho grown light again. There on a bod lay hor Mothor, hor hands bandaged tightly. They had been badly burned Lucille uttered which arousod cone ouickly sitting up in wcoping. ence to Lucille ing tho girls to bod startling of hor friends, cry, who hor room to find her in total darkness, -- Then sho related-th- them forgivo hor said.' Somo a experi- asking please to mean for the things she had thorn sat close to her Mother program; gave a and tho and tribute dur- as ono of tho to the "Virgin Christ Child," Lucille lifted her Mothers hands to her while two largo tears rolled downlips, her faco. She closod hor eyes and thanked Cod for tho most wonderful Christmas sho had evor spent. Mary - xine Abbott |