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Show Their Christmas Jocile Webb Pearson - BILLIE JONES adored his big brother. Jim had been a boy scout before going to college col-lege and to be a scout like Jim was Billie's one ambition. "If we're goin' to be scouts," he confided to his chum Joe Perklni,' we oughta begin practicin'." "Yea, but how do we know how to begin?" inquired Joe. "Huh," snorted Billie, "anyone can do a good deed every day." "We can help our mothers," said Joe. "Sure," Replied Billie, "but this must be somethin' special like helpin' old Miss Riley carry her basket when it was icy, or some-thin'. some-thin'. An' bein' Chrismus, we oughta give somethin'; mebbe a present, too. Say, I got an idee, Joe. Why can't we give her somethin' for our first good deed? She don't have a daddy or nobody to help her." "But we ain't 'lsfllll' got money," objected ob-jected Joe, "an' I bet she needs a lot of things coal an' kindlin' an' everthin'." "Leave it to me, Joe. I got a nother idee, but it's o be a secret se-cret 'Tain't a good deed if ya tell anybody. Now cross your heart an' say: 'I'll never tell till death us da part.' There, that's the bindinest words I know." Anyone would know it was Christmas by the spicy fragrance In the air. Even before one taw the big lighted tree In the living room. There were many whispered conversations con-versations and signs and giggle between the two boys that Jim's keen eyes found amusing. Coming home one evening he surprised them in the act of smuggling a basket of coal out the back gate. "Hey, fellows! Where you going with that?" It was Joe who blurted: blurt-ed: "Billie says it ain't no good if ya telL" Billie hung his head. "We're just practicin' to be scouts," he stammered, "an this is our good deed. We been doin' it for two weeks I mean takin' coal to Miss Riley. She's poor an' deaf an' ain't got no daddy to get her coal half the time we take it from Joe's house" Billie looked appeal-ingly appeal-ingly at Jim. "An" she only had a teeny little bit," put in Joe, staunchly. "An" you're s'posed to give to folks Chrismus, Chris-mus, ain't you?" "I salute two mighty fine scouts right now," said Jim. "But first we'll have to make clear the scout ideas of property rights. Deliver your coal, then come up to my room and we'll talk things over." When old Mrs. Riley hobbled to i her door in response to a loud j knock Christmas eve, she did not ! see two little boys scamper behind the coal shed, but she did see a huge basket filled with a generous supply of food, and many bulgy packages piled high on the top, with a "Merry Christmas to you" tied to it. 9 Western Newspaper Unioa. ran HUGHES FLORAL ' - - -. ';' ' NIELSEN and LITCHFIELD ml vai-Jte iiV ? ; AJETv Nisi Progressive Clothes Shop jsf- ( Kay's Milford Cafe |