Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 50, Number 302, Decatur, Adams County, 23 December 1952 — Page 15

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By Anne O'Sullivan ejrESITANT but determined, Ran- ** Some had brought his fiancee, Hilda, home for Christmas to his , parents’ mountain ranch. Now, on Christmas Eve, Bridget, his young school-teaching sister, ind Gloria, his white-collar sister, sat in the pine-panelled living room, admiring I the yet undecorated Christmas tree. And Hilda seemed to be getting along particularly well witl. Gloria, , the ambitious, the contemptuous sis- | ter whose city veneer denied her mountain heritage. He was the first to stir from the purprising but comfortable dark. "I’ll take care of it. Ma,” he called toward the kitchen, “probably just a blown out fuse.” “Wouldn’t you know it?” Gloria’s voice rose sharply, complainingly. “Hear that wind?” Ma asked with the low, pleasant chuckle that characterized her to her family Pa, armed with a lantern, stamped in thb back door, shedding snoiw as he shook his heavy jacket off. “Brrr, a real snow-piling easterner, but the animals are all right.” “Did you check the fuse box. Pa?” Ran asked. j“Nbt much use—the wind probably took care of a transformer. What’s the matter, boy? When you . were: living at home we didn’t have electricity.” . •’“Yeah, well, we still got plenty lanterns around?” , “Long as we got horsesense, we’ll keep the lanterns ready,” it ■was Ma’s turn to laugh. “Likely our lights'll be off two-three more this winter.” “It’s that Hilda he’s thinking of,” Pa skic| shrewdly. “Let’s go in with the girls. She’s a fine girl. Rangome.” \ “We can’t trim the tree, Pa, when the light strings won’t work,” Gloria .sounded petulant, dissatisfied. Was Hilda disappointed too? Ran won- ’ - Ma and Pa laughed, “You sure ' have the all firedest short memory!” “Remember the times we trimmed the tree with popcorn balls and all?” Bridget asked. “Let’s do it tonight, shall we, Ma?” \| j “Why, of course. Pa am" I’d get a sight of pleasure <iut of that. How about you, Hilda?”A. “I’d like to help}” To Ran she sounded enthusiastic, but maybe it y was jbst politeness. . | “A sight more work too,” Gloria pointed put. “Why you won’t rppve’. . .” ; “I’ll need another lantern for the j ! ’ ' ■ , I • ¥ ■NT ** * 'nCS ~- f' nfrMWfiasv~F ~ \ ?‘I wish you’d let me help,” f Hilda said. \ I kitchen, Pa, if I’m to string cranberries,” Bridget interrupted zest- ! \ TJAN KNELT beside the deep firejplace, built by his great-grand-father, to ptir the coals. As a boy he fiad risked burning himself to pop; corn in a frying pan; now , they had a long-handled popper. The angry surge of Wind reassured him in aj strange way. He was at home’. Safe and. protected. If only Hilda could shpire his feeling for this place ... He leaned on his heels, whistling,,! as the kernels began to pop.<. “I wish you’d let me help,” Hilda said, “Bridget sent me in with a bowl, salt and butter.” ■ i - ' J Ran moved aside, finding it natural for Hilda to and work beside him. Her eyes sparkled and her face was flushed in the firblight, but Rah missed his chance to ask if she were \ happy when Bridget summoned them to string popcorn. Gloria held up a, string of popcorn. “Not half so pretty as tinsel.” “Means more,” Bridget said, j “Seems like popcorn strings have a special beauty—the kind you can’t buy?’iSoon the Christmas tree wrs festooned with strings of popcorn and ■ cranberries. It looked beautiful to ’ Ran even before they moved presents underneath. He caught the satisfaction on everyone's face, though Gloria still looked cynical. IJiist then Hilda rushed out of , the rqom and went upstairs. When she carrie back, she paused half-shylv in the doorway, an accordion in h£f arms, “I thought yotfd have a piano and, now that the radio’s off, maybe ypu’d like some carols? it’s been such a perfect evening.” Ran knew then, as he guided her . Into: the (circle and saw the family make way for her, that Hilda was one!of them and his voice rose exultantly |n “O, Come x All Ye Eaithfiil”.

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•' ’ r \ By Boyce Fields THE JOLLY SANTA, ringing his | bell in an appeal for contributions for the needy, grinned his thanks as Dick Slater dropped a bill into the kettle. The donation was a salute, not only to the Yuletide i spirit, but to Dick’s own good for- i ■ tune. He had a home, a .lovely wife ; named Jean, and a smaller reproduction of himself named Pete. What more could a man want? One other thing made this a great day for Dick: He was qn bis way to fulfill a dream. White they were still he had bought a stand of simulated pearls for Jean. Somehow the feeling had grown on him that, until he could replace the phoney baubles with a string of real, ones, he wouldn’t be a success in the eyes of his dark-haired, brown-eyed ’ Jean. .1 “Put this card on the outside ot the package,’* l he told the clerk who> wrapped his gift. On the card he had written: TO A REAL PEARL—A STRING OF THEM! It was beginning to get dark when Dick got off the train in suburban Roseville where he lived. He started to walk briskly toward his home, two blocks away. Happy in the glow of having, at least, realized his cherished drcam, he didn’t see the fig1 ure lurking in the dark alley till ’ the man stepped out and thrust the gun into his abdomen. e “Tris is a stickup!” the thug snapped hoarsely. “Turn around and I get your hands up!” A feeling of relief flooded Dick as he remembered he had spent most of his mpney on the necklace. Then the thought hit him—the neckirc? itself was in his pocket! “Listen fellow,” he pleaded, over his shoulder, with the gunman, “1 have a Christmas present for my wife in my pocket. Take my money but leave me that!” The hoodlum didn’b anwer. Methodically. he continued taking everything out of Dick’s pockets. As hjs hand started to remove the precious i little package, Dick Slater went ! j wild! He whirled, slapping with his j left hand at about where he thougbt i the guri would be. He caught nothing i (The thief merely stepped back and ■ brought the heavy gun crashing | down on his victom’s head. AS THE DARKNESS cleared , away, Dick became aware that . he was in a hospital. Gradually, he . realized Jean and little Pete were beside his bed. 7 “Hello,” be said groggily. \‘ t t “Oh, Dick!” Jean half sobbed, . half laughed, “I’ve been scared! The Imu .. - jf BF.t A tt!' ; The thief merely back and brought the heavy gun crashing down on his vic- \ tim’s head. ■' •„ doctor says you only have a slight concussion, though, and you’re going to be all right!” < As his head continued to the realization of his loss overwhelmed Dick. The necklace —his , precious gift was gone! “I , had a present for you, Jean . . he began. — ’ • “I know, Foolish,” his wife cut in, “and you alripost lost your life trying to save (t.” “But it was the string of real l pearls I’ve always wanted you to i have, Jean. You know how much , they meant to me!” “Yes, I’ve known the silly obsession you’ve had about jmy wearing simulated pearls,” Jean said almost sternly. ”Jt never seemed to occur 1 to you that my husband and little Pete were the real pearls in my life!” | \ “Well, this is going to be a bum Christmas for yop,” Dick said glumly, “and I thought it would b’J the : best yet.”' “It’s going to be,” Jean told I him. “Look!” ' She put her arm under his shoulder and lifted hipi to a sitting posi- i tion. In one corner of the room was a beautiful little Christmas tree._ Piled high under it were the gifts he i and Jean had wrapped for little , Pete. Jean went over and brdught back two of the packages. One was her present to him—a watch he had 1 wanted. The other package . . . Suddenly, he recognized it—the pearls! “Yes,” Jean sain, “my pearls. When the police caught the thief, he hadn’t time to open them even.” ' Dick pulled his wife to him and said huskily, “It is a wonderful Christmas, darling, and you’re right. The real pearls are the things we carry in our hearts!”

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