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Show 6A The Summit County Bee A Friday, December 15, 1989 Fictional Story The Christmas of The Child by Janet Lewis The girl continued to stare at the alone, was dressed in nothing but ground and then seeing that I was rags. Its feet, which were sticking not going to give her any money, out firm underneath it, were liter- made an effort to shuffle out of my ally blue with cold. It's hair was way. "Wait! Please don't go." I cried. tangled and matted and it's face was She turned back and stared at me dirty and red. Hastily, the child with eyes that melted my heart I moved out of my way in order to held out my hand. avoid being stepped on and a possiwith me." "Come it if constable from the ble scolding The next morning was one of the child was seen. I and continued on my way when a the happiest Christmases I have hoarse voice stopped me in my ever experienced. The girl, whom we named Charlotte, was a beautitracks; "Please capt'n. I ain't had noth- ful child of about eight yean old. She had been an orphan and a beging to eat for days." I turned and walked back to the gar for as long as she could remember. My wife and I watched child. I is "What your name?" inquired, Gabriella and Charlotte play, hapfor something about it's face had pily with the new doll with tears of touched me. joy in our eyes. Now at last ! knew "I don't 'ave no name. I ain't what Christmas was abouL'ltwas never 'ad one for as long as I re- about giving. I remembered Mother member." child, long ago, homeless - and I could now see that the child helpless. He and his parents bad no was a girl, possibly as old as my place to go. And they were given Gabriella. refuge in a stable. Surely I could do "How old are you?" as much as that It was 0 cold! I shivered as I vants, but I wanted to stop along The child, obviously homeless and pulled my woolen overcoat tighter around my shoulders. I sighed and picked my way carefully through the slush at die side of the cobblestone streets of London. The snow was falling faster now; and the skies overhead were dismal and gray. I still had six blocks before I reached my home. Carriages passed by me, spraying water and ice over my boots and pant-legWhy had I even come out on a night like this? I should have stayed at hone in my comfortable chair by a roaring fire. But when we had received the message from the that he had finished the doll for our daughter, Gabriella, I had hurried over to get it. I wanted so much to be able to see her face as she unwrapped her present on Christmas morning. My wife had begged me to send one of the ser s. doll-mak- er the way and buy her a very special present that I had seen from die taxi window on my way home earlier in the day. Now, as I struggled along the slick streets, laden down with packages, I wished I had taken my wife's advice. I had not been able to find a taxi for a ride home because it was Christmas Eve and I was obliged to walk. I began to think about Christmas to pass the time. Why did we celebrate Christmas? Was it even worth the struggle of finding enough presents conveying regards to dozens of friends and neighbors? Maybe Christmas was a bunch of rubbish that should be done away with. I soon began to regret ever going to the trouble of buying presents and being sociable. As I walked along the street, finally almost home, a movement to the left of me caught my eye. I stopped and looked down to find a child, boy or girl, I could not tell. side-stepp- ed - Boost ol 375 ior 30 to 40 minutM. Malms 6 sonrings at 37s aoch. - IwflnPV nWV rff NIMnp! 354 coionM, 2 gm. potov 12 am. lot, 63 gm. coibahydrott. 126 mg. sodtum, " 31 mg. diotowcl. A npws OWI w 9VOPp j3751. Sproy imidt ol 2uorl bolting dbh wtih nonstick wSQtiiobis So Combino opplo iKcmi 6 tobls spoons ol 9uqovs dnnpmon, to nutmeg and Ismon juico in ppfppffd frpifimQ dhs Bfirgomlyto nfcmol S JoConiintfeurondlho wmoining 6 tobisspoons sugar In smol bowl. Cul in buflor wMt BOtirv hbftdfr or 2 ItntaM until mfadur is crumbly. SprinUa manly May. the true spirit of Atkinson Sound "Complete Sound Service" 7S3-24C- 0- . Marion i the season remain in our . heai-ts. Best wishes! Olpin Mortuary 288 North Main Street, Heber City 654-116- 1 It's the season to greet friends old and new with Christmas greetings of joy and happiness. y DEAN VERNON & SONS MINE RANCH 336-237- 6 Coalville Utah irAAAAAAAAAAA-- A Aj t. I |