| OCR Text |
Show The Section Two, Page Four Times-New- s, Nephi, Utah Thursday, Dec. 20, 1945 (jfyteat joy. 1915; "Even today, as is days of old. We are sometimes blessed with gifts of gold." LETTY read the inscription over a picture of the manger scene. The sight of bright tinsel decorations, the sound of carols, and the mell of holly and fir on the crisp air between stores filled her with a nostalgia that almost unnerved her. She had intended to shed twenty years of her life like a worn cloak, forgetting that she had spent her best days making a heaven on earth for her crippled mother so that her knight had wearied of waiting Now she was going shopping for a family that had never been hers except In her thoughts, a plain little girl with pigtails and freckles, and a sturdy small boy with pudgy hands and round expectant eyes. She wondered what Larry Haines was doing. Poor Larry! She wished she might have said "yes" to his persistent wooing. The girl with whom he had run off had not bothered to make a decent home for him. Finally they had moved from town and Miss Letty had quite lost track of them. Recalling that she had come to town to pretend, she made a fren- - VJISS Christmas Is All of These life-siz- e Christmas is the good will shared at the family hearth; the carol sung together; the candle in the window, the glowing faces gathered around the festive board. And it is much more ever so much more! We cannot begin to put into words all that Christmas is, nor begin to for wish how we ardently you express the complete enjoyment of Christmas. So, all we can say to you, kind friends, is Merry Christmas To You. itixi'hasirc' Lutlit's" Shfrp Store Hour 10 A. M. to 6 P. M. to 10 A. M. Wednesday ; 1 PM itr I ill ill ' Ian rv To One And All out CHILDREN looking at a desolate landscape try to catch a glimpse of a mythical sleigh drawn by mythical reindeer. But there is naught that is mythical about the spirit of Christmas that transforms the commonplace. That Christmas of 1945 may be for you the happiest Christmas of all is our sincere wish. "Letty," CLARKS GROCERY J :: -- he said, "it's Larry!" zied dash to the toy department. She began to buy recklessly, getting into the spirit of her game. I'll find someone to give them to, she thought. Maybe I can borrow a couple of children from an orphanage just for Christmas. On the way home she stopped to buy a tree and some bright decorations. At the grocer's she gave an order that made that good man's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Leaving the store behind, loneliness swept over her. The house would be dark when she got home. Mavbe the fire would be out, too. She peered Into the gathering dusk. Somebody was there waiting for her on the front veranda of the rambling old mansion. She hastened her steps. A man stepped forward out of the shadows, a child clinging to each hand. "Letty," he said, "it's Larry!" "Land sakes!" she exclaimed. "You gave me a turn. Come in out of the cold." She hustled them indoors, and turned to take a good look as she switched on the lights. It was indeed Larry, older and grayer, but trim and neat in a navy uniform. There stood her dream children, a plain little girl with pigtails and freckles, and a sturdy small boy with pudgy hands and round eyes i brimming over with tears. "I want my Mummy," he sobbed. "His mother is dead," explained Larry. "I thought, Letty," said the man, "that maybe you could look out for them a little. See, I've joined the navy. I've got to go and I hate to leave Letty and Jackie to almost anybody." Miss Letty gulped and sat down suddenly in the rocker, gathering the little fellow into her arms. "Gifts of gold," she murmured, "at Christmas." "Many's the time I've dreamed of seeing you like that," he said, reachShe noing for one of her hands. ticed how thin he was. How thin the children were, too, and how inadequate their clothing. "I haven't got much, Letty," he began, "but whatever I've got is yours if you want It." Still holding the small figure in her arms, she rose to open the door to the kitchen. The house radiated warmth and good cheer. "Fine," she said gently. "Welcome home, children. We'll have baths and supper, and then we'll trim the tree." Larry's eyes caressed her. "Maybe, if I could get the license we could be married before I go off." "Maybe we could, Larry." His arms were suddenly around her and the child, his lips warm against her cheek. Little Letty clapped her hands. "Such a Christmas we are going to have!" she cried. "Even today." quoted Miss Letty, remembering the inscription, "as in days of old, we are sometimes blessed with gifts ol gold." k Stealing over the countryside is the blessed peacefulness of Christmastime. The very air seems charged with it. Even the birds what few remain appear to share in the general rejoicing that has come over the world. We earnestly hope that this Christmas sea' son of 194? will bestow unusual blessings upon you and yours . . . that it will bring to your home the soft glow that even Christmas tree lights cannot bequeath the full joy of Christmas seasons long past but forever remembered. May such a Christmas be yours! 33 Released by Western Newspaper Union. : MERRIEST OF ALL 1945 I LENT-NIGH- HOLY-NIGHT-- T VI it i A,nd now comes another I I uses Christmas to be added to your store of memories. We hope this Christmas of 1945 will be a 8? very enjoyable one a truly happy one filling all the fine traditions of Christmas. ful- AS the light of Christmas again brightens our faces and lightens our hearts, we turn our thoughts from ourselves to help others. For this is the spirit that first saw tho light of day in a stable at Bethlehem, two thousand years ago, and which has en- for the pleasant business associations of the past year. Once again we say dured evei since. May God bless and protect you and your dear ones and bring happiness to your home this Chrisunas season. Merry Christmas! iLccept our hearty thanks VA NEPHI CITY CORPORATION JUAB COUNTY W. C. Andrews Earl F. Dunn COUNCILMEN: CLARENCE H WARNER, H. J. IRONS, ROY BOWLES, JAMES H. OCKEY, PAT WHITTINGTON; J. L. KENDALL Recorder, MILDRED D E. OSTLER, MAYOR Carl Gallaway STEPHENSON, Treasurer YA Board of Commissioners i -- 'Sit 2j 77T, 33 |
