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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER. ' Hyrum, Utah, Friday, December k Church News JOHN H. PETERSON A very interesting- and comprehensive review of the Mormon Church Welfare program appears in the December number of The under the Country Gentlemen, They Care for their title of ftonnie- 6 The Bee Hive House, former home of Pres. Joseph F .Smith is maintained by the Church as a home for L. D. S. girls who are away from home attending) school or seeking employment, and where they can be assisted by wise ! . in modified Colonial style. church appointments, and then together they will reorganize the fill Washington (Stake. be a problem. A drugstore loomed into view sud- denly. Would you mind stopping here a minute? Joe asked. As he got out of the cab, he shut the door carefully. Inside the drugstore he consulted a list. Can I do something for you? A girl behind the counter smiled helpfully. She was evidently about to leave, because she had on a raincoat and galoshes. She was very pretty, but Joe didnt notice that. He was too embarrassed. If you dont mind, Id like to see the pharmacist, he stammered. y. Of course, the girl replied she adMr. Simpson, dressed an elderly man who materialized from the rear of the store, this ' gentleman wants to buy something. Im leaving now. See you tomorrow. Joe waited until the outer door had closed before he spoke. I er what I want to buy is six nursing bottles and a dozen nipples, he told the pharmacist then. Youre lucky we have them in, the older man smiled kindly. Need any diapers or safety pins? I er no, Joe shook his head. But do you have any goats milk? he asked hopefully. The pharmacist gulped. We just ran out, he said drily. Baby got colic? I hope not, Joe declared fervently, taking his package. Outside, he discovered the girl who had tried to wait on him in the midst of an argument with his cab driver. Is this your cab? she asked Joe. I was riding in it, Joe admitted. I keep telling her its taken, Toby almost wailed. Joe looked at the girl speculatively, really looked at her. Theres always room for one more, he said pleasantly then. Put the flag up, we have a paying customer. It may be a trifle crowded, he added to the girl. She hesitated for the fraction of a moment, then briskly opened the taxi door. She leaped back as though the sidewalk had exploded under her feet. Oh! ' Pres. J. Reuben Clark and Elders Mark E. Petersen and Mathew Cowley are leaving for the East by different routes to . beginning of everything that set the pattern for all that happened. Toby would tell you it started on that rainy night in Hollywood when he agreed to accept Joe as a taxi fare. A good many drivers had refused, because Joe was not alone, and his companion was hardly orthodox. But Toby wasnt very orthodox either, which is probably why he drove all over the valley that night while Joe looked for a place to sleep. No Vacancy signs leered from every tourist court, until at last there were no more courts. I guess were stuck, Joe Granges voice came from the darkness of the Tell you what, Toby suggested. turn the meter off. Dont be silly, Joe protested. You dont even know me. Besides, I Ive got some money left. You got headaches, too, the cab driver decided grimly. I dont know why every fare I pick up turns out to 1938. Spanish . matter-af-factl- It is recommended by the General Sunday School Board that a homecoming celebration be held in each Sunday School of the Church, as nearly as possible to the date of its first organization. This in connection with the Sunday School Centennial to be observed next year. Pres. Clarks Radio addresses on the subject of On the Way to Eternal Life, is being published in book form and will soon be off the press. It will doubtless be in great demand. Some interesting information about the destruction of the Nauvoo Temple has now been brought to light. It is that some residents of Carthage, Warsaw, and other neighboring towns o' Nauvoo, contributed $500 to pay for the burning of the Temple so that Nauvoo wouldnt outshine their towns as . growing cities. The Temple being the main attraction in Nauvoo, they thought if it were gone, not so many People would care to visit it. This was told to George A. Smith anc Erastus Snow in 1856 by Lewis A. Bidamon, husband of Emma Smith and Land; Lord of the Nauvoo Mansion, built by Joseph Smith. It had the desired effect, for Mr. Bidaman told them that after the burning of the Temple One of the most important the Mansion House Hotel had for dependents of dedeadlines only one fourth its former patronage. ceased servicemen and women is December 31, 1948, said Ed. T. The Cedar City LDiS Institute OBrien, for that is the last day of Religion has undertaken the on which the next of kin of all who died while Project of gathering up 3000 pairs military personnel or after Decon service on active of old shoes to be distributed to 1941 ember 7, and January 1, 1948 Peoples in need of footwear. They may file for refund for abatewere sorted into lots. Many of ment of taxes paid by or for dethem needed no repair and most ceased veterans. of the remainder very little. 600 Pairs were sent to the Deseret The 80th Congress amended the In5ustries in Salt Lake City and Internal Revenue Code relating 111 any others are being sent to the tax liability ' of members through individuals for European of the armed forces dying in serrelief. vice, by providing that Federal in , I Deadline Nears To File For Refund Of Veterans Tax I I I I I f ,W', v.Xc v.v fcP'SAlf 'A l ;!? jfjif,- V .....' YU4 s fasti asleep. Ill A built ;-- ' w ' rear seat. on to Toby Glceion Ramsey JOHN RIDGELY Richard GREGORY MARSHALL Secretary JOHN MILJAN As Fictionalized in Movie Story From The Republic Piciu.--e p probably knew Jce Grange and understood him better than anyone, except Ronnie. But then Toby, like Ronnie, saw the very Bishop and Mrs. Rulon S. Hothe South 18th Ward of Salt Lake City have been chosen to preside1' over, the Brazilian Mission in South America. This is the second time he has been called to that position, the flfst new chapel is to be erected West 8th ' (South Street for members of the Mexican Branch of the Temple View Stake. It will seat 125, and will also serve as a Recreational Hall. It is to - W 'T'OBY GLEETON wells of being from 1935 to 31. Joe hadnt been gone five minutes before Ronnie discovered there was one colt too many in her apartment. Shed put a chair in the kitchenette doorway to keep him inside, and evidently he resented restriction. The next thing she knew the chair was flying across the room and from then on it was a game of tag with Ronnie and her housegucst, Ronnie and the furniture getting much the worst of it. In the end she went after Joe and the two of them raced back to the apartment. The place was a shambles by that time, but the colt was at peace with the world, curled up in a corner, Jv ' x4's, ' ' 5 DON AMECHS CATHERINE McLEOO ROSCOE KARNS CHAPTER CME counsel one 'fa q CAST loe Grange Own. and guidance while adjusting themselves to life away from home. At present there, are 84 such girls cared for at this home under the supervision of a matron, Mrs. newly appointed Florence G. Smith, widow of Elder Nicholas G. Smith, one of the assistants to the Twelve. THAT5 " By 10, 1948. The first pieces of the pattern fell info place when Ronnie found herself agreeing to put Joe and his colt, Gallant Man, up for the night in her apartment. Bedded on a divan across the room, Joe fold Ronnie of his plans end how, by care and affection, he would make the little horse run to win for him. Somehow she understood what he meant. Ronnie sighed: The man who thinks with his heart, she murmured. Youre really vonderful! There vas no doubt about Joes feelings for Ronnie. Meet the baby, Joe grinned. Inside the cab, looking extremely unhappy about it all, was a gawky little shiny black colt. I hope you dont mind riding with livestock, Joe apologized, and helped the girl into the taxi. Where to, lady? Toby asked. Arent you going to drop him off first? The girl looked significantly at Joe. I wished I was, Toby sighed. He wishes Rented room, he amended. And now its hungry and the driver here is tired, and the night is raining. But you just stay in your fine single apartment alone. Let my horse die. Let Mr. Joe peered at the identification card with which all taxis are equipped Gleeton drive around the rest of the night. Let Hasnt Mr. Gleeton a home? girl demanded angrily. And five kids, Toby said. I was. Come on, lady, whats Im one-roo- m she imposed upon I Its getting so a girl cant work late in the Valley any more without meeting horses and wolves! You a female pharmacist? Joe asked suddenly. No, fountain girl. I specialize in egg nogs. What do you do for a living? I added up figures for people. I quit today. I saw this colt and decided to quit. From now on Im going to be somebody, live the way I want, do what I want. Theyll be figuring out my taxes after this! Nothing can stop me! Ive just figured it out what lifes about. Its a colt, a rainy night, and a girl in a cab with you that you dont even know. The girls eyes were wide on his face as he spoke, her lips parted a little. In the face of existing circumstances, what he was saying sounded ridiculous, and yet she believed every word. My names Ronnie Moore, she said. Mines Joe Grange. They looked at each other, there in the darkness, with the rain beating against the taxi windows, and the first pieces of the pattern fell silently into place. After that, Ronnie knew she was going to let herself be imposed upon. But its just the colt, remember that ! she said vehemently, as the cab drew up before her apartment house. Im not putting you up! If he should whinny during the Jo- enight, he went on seriously, Ill be Yes? just down the street, under the nearest Its probably only the rain and awning. Afl right, she agreed. But if everything but I think youre an you think I feel sorry for you standing awfully nice guy. Good night. I think youre a pretty wonderful under an awning, I dont. Its enough to -' ' ? s i range horse into my girl, Joe said softly. Good night, Ronnie. (To be continued ) your address? West Palm Drive, Hollywood. The cab started off with a jerk and the colt swished his tail in the girls face. Do you always travel with horses? she asked Joe. Only during Christmas week, he said gravely. I hear horses are very expensive. Not him. Joe laid an affectionate hand on the colts neck. Hes an orphan. They didnt think a lot of him, so I got him cheap. Hes kind of got a funny build. They called him a clown. Actually hes the first horse I ever owned I hope he doesnt catch cold. Do they? Sure, easy. Then they die on you. Why dont you take him home? the girl suggested. Joe flushed. Why I er what kind of a place do you live in? he finished suddenly, a strange light coming into his yes. Me? In an apartment. Why? smiled. Alone? Why, thats hardly a question to ask a girl who Single or double apartment? Joes voice shook a little. Single. Why? Im in a jam. For myself I dont care. I like to walk in the rain anyway. But The girls eyes were popping. If you think for one minute Im going to put your horse up for the night? she exploded. Why, the idea! Ive never heard of such a thing! The nerve ! Thats what his landlady said when she threw him out, Toby offered over his shoulder. You mean you took the horse into your apartment? the girl started at Toe. come taxes for all military personnel who died between Pearl Harbor Day and the first of the year are abated for the year in which they died. that any Mr. OBrien added, unpaid income tax for other years during which they were on active service, within the period' mentioned above, also have been abated. If such income tax was paid during those years by deceased military personnel, it is refundable, to the next of kin, said Mr. OBrien, providing a claim is filed before January 1, 1949. Claims should be submitted to the Collector of Internal Revenue in the district in which the claimant paid the taxes or where he resides. Utah State Department of Veterans Affairs district service the May I kill him? Ronnie spoke through her teeth, her eyes blazing. Ill gladly pay you whatever you paid for him. But look at him! Joes voice was husky with emotion. You just dont understand horses. I dont ever want to understand horses! You stay here and watch him. Im going to a hotel. I dont know what to say. Joe gazed at her miserably. Dont say anything. I might scream. I didnt mean to cause you all this trouble, he persisted. Ill take my horse and go. Without another word, he shed his topcoat, and then his suit coat, preparatory to covering the colt against the weather. Watching him, Ronnie felt her anger melting. The rain hasnt stopped, she said. It probably wont all night. She shook her head as though to clear it. What is it about you, anyway? she asked wonder ingly. Would you and your horse stay here tonight as my guests ? It was only a apartment with a bed that pulled down from the wall. But by turning the divan with its back to the room, Joe had a place to sleep and Ronnie still managed a semblance of privacy. Why did you quit your job? she asked Joe suddenly. The little apartment was in darkness now. I suddenly got tired of adding machines and mental gymnastics from nine to five, he told her. I just decided to do the things I want to do in life. The only thinking I want to do from now on is with my heart. How do you do that? Im going to find out. Maybe it is all crazy. Maybe Im wrong about the horse, for instance. But I think any sound thoroughbred can run fast, provided he wants to. My little horse Im going to raise and take care of. Im going to get a job at the track doing anything, and sleep in the stable with him, feed him, talk to him, train him and nurse him along. And when he races, hell be running for you, is that it? Ronnies voice was serious. Thats my theory. That love can make a horse run? Well, yes, I guess thats it, Joe admitted. Ronnie sighed. The man who thinks with his heart, she murmured. Youre really wonderful ! Joe echoed her sigh. Its funny, us here in this room, and it seems natural like Ive known you for a long time. I feel the same thing, she said softly. What are you going to name your horse? Gallant Man. When I was eight I made up my mind Id own a horse someday. I chose that name then. Oh, thats a wonderful name ! Hes bound to win races with a name like that hed be ashamed not to! Hell win, Joe predicted. There was a little silence. Then: being t- ' officers are ready and able to assist the dependents of deceased veterans in filing these claims. Mr. and Mrs. Emory H. Willes, E. Center, Logan, a boy, Dec! 595 4. Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Mattishaw, City Housing, a girl, Dec. 4. Mr. and Mrs. John I. Manning, Quonset 55, a girl, Dec. 5. Mr. and Mrs. Valdo Benson, 1309 E. 7th N., a girl, Dec. 5. Mr. and Mrs. Merlin M. Hansen, Nibley, a girl, Dec 6. 28 Memorial Hospital: Mr. and Mrs. Lional L. Munk, Jr., Benson, a girl, Dec. 1. Mr. and Mrs. Courtney A. Jenson, 54 N. 3rd W., Logan, a glfl, Dec. 1. Mr. and Mrs. Dorris R. Roskel-leSmithfield, twin girls, Dec. Budge y, 2. Mrs. Dale Fimmons, River Heights, a1 boy, Dec. 3. Mr. and Mrs. Duane M. Jones, 44 S. 4th E., Logan, a girl; Dec. 3. Mr and Mrs. John E. Johnston, Benson, a boy, Dec. 3. Mr. and Mrs. Milton R. Smith, Grace, Idaho, a boy, Dec." 3. Mr. and , Cache Valley Hospital: Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Grant, Trenton, a girl, Dec. 3. Mr. and Mrs. Jylvin L. Peterson, River Heights, a boy, Dec. 4. Mr. and Mrs. (Sherman Nay, Quonset 11, a boy, Dec 5. , Mr. and Mrs. Russell Peterson, 55 W. 2nd N., a girl, Dec. 7. Mr. and Mrs. Berlis L. Embry, North Logan, a girl, Dec 8. |