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Show t THE PBOVO POST BKgBg8acmaaiaaaKffiKgiiaaasTOBP3S!ag3aH Christmas at the Vicarage CHRISTMAS STORY A i was Christmas Even in Stockton; a very momentous Christmas Eve for the little fam-l- y at the vicarage adjoining the church. Here silence reigned and was -- unbroken save for of. the e the mellow tick-tic- k wag IT old-tim- e clock. wall In the cold cheerless study sat the master of the house, the Reverend Robert Cutler. The fire had burned low and threw fitful shadows on the walls and though he shivered he did not attempt to replenish the dying embers from the copper coal box by the grate. One felt at' a glance at his wretched face that his soul was in torture, yet stubbornly refuse solace. Before him on a desk littered with books and papers, and upon his faithful, bible, lay an unopened letter. He IdroppeeLhis eyes and encountered the little face grew still more gray.. Ilia eyes, fastened upon it, looked not at it but through it looked back, back through years that had passed, ffis facial expression changed once and Oh, what rapturous content his look bespoke. But now again it clouded and yet again he smiled. This was a moment of checkered shadows, indeed. In another room of the vicarage, a bright, half sitting cozy compartment, half sweet-faced little lady. Mrs. Robert Toora, sat a Cutler just now looked stricken and pale. She too, was dreaming. Alone and lonely had she sat thus in this room on Christmas Eve for four long years until dawn had broken and revealed her still flound-derin- g ? held a in her" reveries. On her lap little boy doll, bereft of one very absurd-lookin- g arm, both eyes and all its hair. It had been enthroned in her arms during her silent vigils and the great eye holes seemed to glare a defiance any intrusion. , The room in which she sat . well-thumbe- de mis-give-an- bed-roo- anddreamedwas that inWcYheFsonhadslept for one and twenty years. It was her Bobbys she saw study, den and bedroom. In fancy now three him a little sprite of years laughing, witscreaming, jumping and calling to her to ness his somersault over the pillows piled high xtfH'H in the middle of his bed. parents their onl ychild and now Mrs. 'her reverie as she recalled his h light-heartednes- s. d ivy-cover- ed ional The Six Cylinder Bobby, home from college for the Christmas holidays, and seated with his father in that worthys study.beard it and shivered. ler, observing the shiver and the worried look on his face, exclaimed, Bob Sonny you look as though the storm were penetrating right through you! I dec.re I feel quite irritable, too. But the boys conscience was screaming to the tune of the wind, Tell him now! Tell him now ! Rousing himself suddenly, he jumped- - up the eomfoi table red plush sofa and stood-befo- re his honored parent as fine a specimen of dean, sturdy manhood as one could ever wish to see. Father, he blurted nt last. I have something to say to .yon.- All right, my son. his father answered. Father, for nearly twenty-on- e years I have been a dutiful son to you, try ing to serve you as only a child who loves you can. Tour will has been my pleasure always, and so when yousent me to study and prepare myself for the ministry, I went dutifully, but not at all cheerfully. My son, do not say such things! Tou were made for the service of the Most High, and it Is my command. Tou must take the holy orders. Fa ther,.I cannot! And why not, boyt Because I am not fitted. ' Fitted! Fitted, my son. It is not well to speak so and to give your fathers lips the lie. Let me tell mamma to doctor you tip and tdek you in bed, The storm has made you nervous. Tou will feel differently in the morning. Bob put out a restraining hand as his father would have passed him to the door to -- from call ' ' ' i finish work, whether regular or special, is done by Studebaker, whose good name for, fine body finish is nation-vfide. ' v - .. rjT" swk: J r JW -- Tr V look at me like that ! We didnt mean 'T Go on. . Well tomorrow I shall be of age and my own master, but I dare not let the day dawn Next May without making this confession. when we are graduated, I graduate as a bridge builder. I have been working on bridge blue prints of my own at night and when Im through school, with a little capital, I can make a good start. Jimmy will he graduated as a minister.. Ilejoves the work and makes a far better church man than I would1 11 That Is enough,1 r his father bellowed, Tou have deceived me, disobeyed me and dishonored me. My faith in you is gone. , , 1 ; ' Father! ' - So tomorrow will not find jou under this roof. It shelters none but honest men. Go! Daddy, dont Go, I say. I dont want to see my traitor - son again (Continued on Page 4.) Only very r W H i i - - v- " JheJcour GylinderStudebaketill .. .......... reiins ... .. : ...... a-passe- nger The Six CyhndeFShrdebakeirstill -- n--E r 7' GUN-ME'tfA- Ii permanency,, applied in operations. twenty-fiv- e, .7.,' ' FRONT SEAT. Original and exclusive with Studebaker. N?w gT0RM curtains of the recent Blackmore. design . and patent crushed hats. opting with the doors, thereby preventing crouching and REVERSIBLE M " m mmm n ! 40 $ "i - fiK l ti Hqrsepower-Ca- r remaihX7pashger 127 West Center Street, Provo, Utah AtT- . , - : 50 Horsepower C . . Trucks in Utah, Wasatch, Summit, Juab and Sanpete Counties, and cars STUDEBAKER for Agents t. i any ham. nonest, we didnt, Dad! A stern go on was the only answer. Dad, you terrify me! In addition to its regular models, Studebaker also offers1 to tbe dis aiminating buyer mecKoice of several special open "and closed bodies. These lso, of course, ma $ be finisrtedo suit the personal 77-77tasteof the most disennunating; -7 ; 1 mwstiOriormni rich and exclusive fimsh of deep lustre f , Finally.-we-swappe- s. I Ana Studebaker tu.-- I am not ill ! he said, Father, Fifty Horsepower THE Car $1180. F.O.B. Detroit . -- Mamma. Studebaker Corporation, v?ith its production of 80,000 cars tKe largest producers' of fine cars in the Corld --gives jlou tke obvious advantages and economies of large production. Yet, if ou demand the exclusiveness arid distinction 'which special finish gives, Studehaker will finish a car exclusively, for pOU, eton en' couraging tou to use tour otfn personal taste in selecting the color -- Let me tell you about it. During my first year in college I met a fellow by the name of W ride who was studying engineering. . He fascinated me and to me his work seemed wonderful. Though I wari faithful to you, dad, and studied carefully as you wished, I also studied 'secretly in V rides room the mysteries of bridge building, engineering and price estimat- ing. I knew yon would noLapprove of this procedure, so I didnt say anything to you about it. But I helped Wride with his lessons and he helped me with mine. ITis father, the great James Wride, insisted on his learning the business in order that he might be made junior partner when he became ofege Jimmie rcbelledJ)ut his father was determined. Pardon me saying so, dad, but he hated the bridges and I hated A inv ,et t;libiastieal-studied I took hisrourse and betook mine Dal! Dont serious. hem. cry of delight when anta Claus brought Grace-t- hen a squirming infant from the Stockton orphanage to be his very, very ownest sister. Again she saw him a youth, and the pride of his fathers heart. He was standing where the sunlight made a bright patch by the window. lie had just finished bis home lessons, lifted his head and the sun peep iig and dodging through the vicarage tree, played tricks with his yellow hair and rosy countenance. In the darkness she whisper ed as she had done years before; My Sunshine, enwrapped in Gods holy light. Again she w membered the twenty-fourtday of December and Bobbys sixteenth birthwith the laughter, day. The old home games and dancing of Bobby, Grace and their cousins. Surely those years had flown on wings of love and pinions of When Bobby had discovered that black-eye- d Grace was all his future held for him, there had eome a Christmas when father and mother had fo be confided in and Graces tiny finger to be encircled in a gypsy set ring a token of their bethrothal. Five years ago, the twenty-thirday of December was a day long to be remembered in that little family cold, bleak winds whistled -- round the gables of the house and rattled window the panes. From the nearby church, whose varicolored windows could be seen dimly through the whirl-upo- n ing snow from the ministers study window, came throbbing Bound towed" by the wind from the organ. The choir boys were practicing their Christmas hymns, but the angry wind, catching up the melody as it floated out from the cloisters, sent it hurtling through the snow till it was but a faint moaning wail when it mt rn t wfcKXxxsonrxxx x reached the ears of the listeners at the vicarage. Grace heard it and buried her sensitive faee in her mothers lap. Mrs. Cutler heard it and whispered, lt sounds more like gruesome Gethsemane, my child, than beautiful Bethle- When Bobby was five years old he had asked, Why dont I have a little sister, mamma, like cousin Alec? Cant I have one for Christmas t Tears had proven to his that Bobby would be Cutler smiled in f numM i -- T ) f I |