Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 60, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1962 — Page 22

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c£nd c 4 ( %w { BY ONA F. LATHROP QLD MAN THOMAS lived in what the kids called The Haunted House at the edge of town. Wfe ran boys off when they tried to snitch the apples which he left to rot on the ground, and he bought a fierce dog to keep out trespassers. Some said he had a fortune stashed away some where on the place, but others said he was just odd. When winter eame this year, Thomas boarded up the windows and, everybody figured he’d gone to spend the cold months with his daughter in the city. Then one morning folks noticed smoke curling from a back chimney. The 1 Egberts who had moved in across t the road in the fall felt they ought to investigate. “If that old man Is over there i alone, it seems as if someone I should have done something for him for Christmas,” Molly Egbert said. But Fred said he was sure the smoke only began a few days after Christmas, and there were no tracks in the fresh snow, .■ i Worried ‘You take this mince pie and, go over, Fred,” Molly insisted.) “He might be down sick or something.” 91 I “Wait a minute,” Fred called. “My wife sent you a pie.” “He run me off the last time I tried to be neighborly,” Fred argued.” But I reckon I ought to, 1 go see. Sure thought he was' gone.” So Fred trudged down the road with the pie. When he hammered on the back door he could hear the dog barking, but far off as if he were in the rootcellar that was attached to the old basement. After a long time the barking got nearer and finally the old man peered out the cellar door. He was grizzled and unshaven and) his gaunt form seemed to be tottering in the chill wind. “What d’ye wunt?” he croaked, blinking in the sunlight on the snow. “Oh—it’s you, eh?” “Come to see if you’re alive or need anything,” Fred called. “Thought you’d gone away for the wintfer. No lights over here, but) we finally saw you had a smoke.” “Yeah, I had to give in and light ; a fire. Got too durned cold in that cellar. But I don’t need a thing. Let me alone." And he started to slam the door shut again. Refusal “Wait a minute,” Fred called.' “My wife sent, you a mince pie.; We always havf mince pie on; New Year’s.” And Fred held it; out. But the old man waved it away. “New Year’s you say? Has it been Christmas then? Never thought ye’d all live to see it. But; I’m not eatin’ any of your con-' taminated food. You can die if; you want. Not me!” Fred couldn’t figure him out. “My wife’s the cleanest cook in this town, I’ll bet. What do you mean, insultin’her cooking?” “Oh, she may be clean enough, but I wouldn’t eat a bite except what I put away underground. Ain’t the Russians bombed you out yet? They was a-comin’ when I holed in. I sposed they’d been by now.” Fred had to laugh. “Well, of all things! I guess you got a head start on the rest of us. Everybody talks about a fall-out shelter but nobody does anything about it. But what would there be to come out to if they bombed us? You goin’ to die down here?” Old Man Thomas scratched his head. “I never thought about that. Reckon L am. But anyway, I’ll live till my time comes. The rest of you’ll be blown to bits before the year’s out Say, maybe I will take that pie after all—if they ain’t come yet. So it’s New Year’s, eh? Mary always made a mince

pie for New Year’s too.” His face took on a wistful look. Maybe the old fellow wasn’t as flinty as he seemed. Fred put the pie on the rough-hewn table, j “Well, whenever you need anything, come out and let me know, ;or run up a white flag. And a ; Happy New Year to you.” I The old man grinned. At last he seemed friendly as if he hated to have Fred go. “Well, come back if they don’t get ye,” he called as Fred went up the steps. “And a Happy New Year to you, too,”

THE DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT, DECATUR. INDIANA

Wishes Old-fashioned Christmas j cheer we send your way in . hope D»t it brightens \ op your Holiday! BANNERS BARBER SHOP MONROE, IND. PHONE 6-6690

\ •II 71//) I. Z' X, \dur/1w / \ ■rjK May ad y be calm and bright for \ / you and your loved \ ones.., now, at this happy ' time of Christmas! A - A'■ j - ADAMS COUNTY ARTIFICIAL BREEDERS ASS’N. HUBERT FUELLINQ - DONALD HIRSCHY TEC H NICI A N S

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‘wjr’ Sn T **t x BY ONA F. LATHROP «D ESOLVED: That I will not t 1'- make a single resolution this New Year.” I wrote it carefully in my diary and stared at it. Every year I’d broken every one I made anyway, so 1 wouldn’t make any. But I hadn't figured on that big blonde bomber, Tim Wright. “Got your resolutions made out, Diane?” he kidded when we were stowing our stuff in the highschool lockers just before vacation. "Not me. I’m not making any this year, and then I won’t he guilty of breaking them,” I told him, pushing back my new Jackie hairdo. "You should resolve to let your hair grow again and not follow these silly bee hive styles they have nowadays. You had pretty hair.”:. So there went all the effort I’d made to look up-to-the-minute, i Mr BO New Year’s Eve 1 dolled up tn my new dress—but the door bell never rang. “Listen Di, I’m going away for the holidays, but could you promise to keep the New Year’s dance date open in case I get back?” “Are you crazy?” I sputtered. “What girl is going to give up a bird-in-the-hand for a maybe? Everybody who is anybody will be at that Hi-Fi dance. Do you think I’m going to sit home, just in case?” "Honest, I’ll try to make it—if my folks will come back,” he promised. “And if you’ll wait for me, we’ll be steadies next year.” It was tempting because he was the 8.M.0.C. and most of the girls would give their eye-teeth to go steady with him. But I wasn’t going to mlss that lance and ftold him so. < He just said, “I’ll be there, probably,” and gave me the old eye. No Luck So New Year’s Eve there I sat all dolled up in my new taffeta waltz-dress and the doorbell never rang. I could have cried. I finally did. Just that afternoon Willie Tucci had called, desperate for a I date, but I’d told him I was sorry —I had one. Now L I wondered if I should call him back. That Tim! jGo steady with him, indeed! I’d ‘never* speak to him again. Only my heart did a flip-flop every time I thought of his big broad shoul- ! ders and the way he looked when he laughed. So then I got out my diary and I wrote, “Resolved: That I will never be taken in by the promises of handsome men again. Resolved: That this year I will go with the first—or last—guy that asks me, regardless—just so I go. Resolved: That I’ll cut my hair again and wear it the way I want to. No man is going to dictate to me. And Resolved: That I will never speak to Tim Wright again.” *' I looked out the front door once more. It had been snowing all afternoon and now it had piled up in drifts. Maybe they were stuck some place. Over went my heart again! Well, I was stuck too! I went to the phone and dialed Willie’s number, but no one answered. Desperation > Then I dialed Tim’s number—a thing I would never do ordinarily, but I was desperate. Busy signal! So then I added in my diary, “Resolved: That I will never call a man, no matter who or why.” And just then the phone rang. “Who’ve you been talking to?" Tim’s voice grumbled. “I’ve been trying to get you for five minutes.” | ” . Five minutes! But I melted—just like the snow on the doorstep where I’d been standing watching for him. I just gasped, “Where are you?” “I’m home, naturally. We just got in. I’ll be right over.” Os course I should have said, “Oh no, you don’t. The dance is half-over. Fin. going with Willie. I have another date. I’ll never speak to you again. And I’m cutting my hair.” But did I? I just stood there like a pool of warm butter and murmured, “Fine. Hurry up. I’ll be waiting.” And I tore the sheets out of my dairy and hustled into my boots.

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22. 1962