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Show A (ttljri-Uuuui Jlraypr Hy AMY BARRON LEONARD in Kansas Farmer rtI) tfSob. J aa(t no uioribip BifliSi .illul BiUe 3 prm.. memories of Ij'nupintw trijat 31 Ijaue fcnoum; 21nb (o lljis abb forarlfulncstf tfH B'cbcrcb titu nno tinrlmirt pailju. Tict me atont Jfor nm Beltisfj grief, lit- jorfamcsu 3nli smiling fC; this (Christmas Sni,, GTIjc star Unit sljoae,1 2:o miibc the lilisc itlcn oa time ump. dows to see the candles on the Christmas Christ-mas tree and see her oksheda dancing with joy. Then came the wedding, and for three years she had not known where to lind the "oksheda wechasta." The paper ah, yes. It told who Robert was. His father had been a second sou from Devonshire, who had sought his fortune in the great Northwest. North-west. It told how the young wife could not stand the hardships; how the father, too, had surrendered to the storm-king's fury one Christmas Eve; how he had cached his rich find under the rock that resembled the owl near the source of the river; how he had wrapped his greatcoat about wee Robert and prayed the Great Spirit to save him. "A great Christmas for us all, Robert; Rob-ert; but it is the oksheda I'm thinking think-ing of most. With the war come and the business gone, there wasai't to be much Christmas but now ! See, laddie, lad-die, the storm is breaking; the sun is beginning to shine. My certe! My certe !" "There, there, lassie, here comes the little shaver. Mind you don't let him in here till I go to the store again. There are toys and things to be put on the tree. The way it's come to us on Christmas, I know we'll find the gold." When the snows melted they made the journey together. This year, as usual, the oksheda with the golden curls and the oksheda wechasta with the black mustache are trimming the gorgeous tree that stands in the bay window of the beautiful farmhouse near the river's source. The sleigh bells jingle merrily as the cutter stops outside with a load of little Indian In-dian boys from the settlement, who are brought each year to share the festival of the "Oksheda's Christmas." And down by the brink of the river is the rock that resembles an owl. . 1927, "Western Newspaper Union.) |