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Show iL - v one, Their f Christmas Love ,:, f "vim f I By . , MARY CRAi AM BOXNER L). 1024, Western Newspaper Union.) 3.7T?Af710 WKKB stopping hfyy' J V over at a little vJ A "i "' u n t a I n town )VV'I JJ whldl vv:is uothi,,g yfj'i A' vTTfc 1,an a r:"'" yCIl way (J 1 v 1 s 1 o n a 1 WSnVf "oint I;ut yr k' J' v '- -i about were splen-d splen-d i d, snow-capped mountains. And iiiarvelous is the beauty and scenery they bestow upon mortal.-!. We "anted to look at the mountains from this quaint little settlement with Its wooden sidewalks now crisp with .sparkling frozen snow. So that we might have a few hours longer to walk about we arranged to arrive very curly in the morning. The sun was not up. Almost we wished we had not so decided. Rut. we were told we could have an excellent breakfast break-fast at the Chinaman's. And to the Chinaman's we went. He had never made orange juice but he understood what we meant when we explained it to him. Ills portions of everything wore enormous. Ills place was never closed. When he slept his brother kept it open. It was immaculately clean. lie didn't mind If you went into his kitchen and helped yourself to your second cup of coffee or ten it was a shining kitchen, a kitchen of which any man would be proud 1 Ah, this was all go nice. Here we were, far away from every traveler and tourist, on a beautiful Christmas holiday, about to take a splendid walk, having a hot, delicious breakfast, under un-der the most unusual of surround- Ings. We were in the Christmas spirit. spir-it. We were joyous and happy and filled with good cheer. The world was a lovely place, and people so nice even in its tucked-away tucked-away corners, and even the people we bad never bothered both-ered to know well enough before to appreciate them. At the other side l he restaurant were many trainmen. train-men. We liked their looks, too. Sensible, genuine human beings, all of those fellows were. Their voices rose higher. "Oh, of course! Nothing could be simple and sweet and nice. Always men had to be talking about women, about their charms, about their capabilities, capa-bilities, their powers, their "beautiful lines." Here they were; all discussing what "beautiful lines" "she" had, boasting, each taking so proprietary an Interest In her. And she had them all dangling after her ! Oh, yes ; human nature was the same, no matter where you went. Always Al-ways men were thinking of women or talking of them, or longing for their society. The interesting little Chinaman China-man and his clean kitchen and his eager willingness to serve and the newspapers he had about to amuse his guests he wasn't so interesting any more. Doubtless he, too, was thinking of some Chinese "she." Couldn't one get away from it for a little while 'way off here, for example? ex-ample? Couldn't we feel the beautiful, pure spirit of Christmas for a sustained -length of time? And there we sat mortified. It was our human nature- that was the same no matter where we went. It was because we thought people were all the same. We had thought "she" was a woman. "She" was a new engine, and they called her their Christinas love. For the trainmen loved her 'and her power and her beautiful lines and her attractiveness at-tractiveness and her speed. |