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B ay tun V olumi : 2 No. IH DAYTON, OREGON. DECEMBER 24, 1925 THE NIGHT BEFORE— Merry Open House on Christmas Eve i Seamstress Finds a Warm Welcome and Assists at Social Function. SUBSCRIPTION 1^0, PER YEAR iC-hc I of the’ ‘ By MARTHA BANNING THOMAS BACON HILL was ablaze with can dles. They shone In every window. They gleamed through the glass panes of the doof ways. Tall can dies, short can dles; candies of every size and co'or. For was it not Christmas Eve? And is it not a custom to make merry at this special time In a very charming way? Groups of Carolers Stood at Street Corners and Sang. Groups of carolers stood nt street corners and sang. Hundreds of people strolled up and down. There was an atmosphere of good will that pervaded the place as surely as wreaths hung in the windows. There was one house in particular that glowed with a shining brilliance. Pert of this light was due to a pyra mid formation of candles on the win dow-sill. and part came from the happy sounds which Issued forth through the open-door. This place was keeping “open house" with a venge ance. It looked like a glorified Christ mas card. Miss Mlxter never knew exactly how it happened. She was hurrying home after a hard day's sewing in a dressmaker's shop. She was tired and “Motuer, what do you menu by r hungry. Christmas Eve to her merely ice l>< ing too bard? I think we siiou. meant that she was wearier than usual. enjoy doing things for others. I i .. She stopped iMr a moment to look in never forget the quotation: To IBs ; through the door of this happy, shin In tlie hearts of others is not to die" , ing house. And then, almost unaware J think v e should enjoy doing thine of what she did. she walked in. Yes. for others and not think it bar ?romise to Teach Maid to she actually did. And she had no What—” Read and Write, Most more Idea of who lived there than a “Well," Interrupted Mrs. Thoburn. j maple tree on Boston Common! Some “you seem to think service hard, as Welcome Gift thing drew her straight to the fire you wouldn’t write those letters f >r place. She went as naturally as a Belinda last evening, and one was a bee seeks honey. Christmas letter to her sister. That. I By EMILY BURKS ADAMS In that merry, well-dressed throng probably was the cause of her sigh.” j HRISTMAS was In she looked a bit rusty. Her hat was Amy wns listening in and heard evidence every- entirely too old. There was some over the radio: “Let every true Amer where. The whole thing wrong in the cut of her coat. ican, as a gift to himself, give the household were Her gloves had seen hard service. And promise that he will teach one for happy, save per her shoes, well—her shoes were the eigner how to read and write, and in haps one—Belinda, despair of cobbler». so doing, help drive illiteracy from the German maid, Miss Mixter began talking to a our land. A won who had for six laughing-eyed woman dressed in green. derful gift to your months lived with "You look like a daffodil," said Miss self and to the the Thoburns, a well-to-do family. Mixter. And this pleased her hostess one taught—’A s ’ “Sure, Mrs. Toburn. I've done all I so much that she burst Into a peal of ye have done it thought Is right to do already, and unto the least of merriment. I'm pleased dot you like it.” From that moment they seemed to these, ye have • "Yes. Belinda, and the house never have a great deal to say to each other. done it unto Me,’ . looked prettier. You're quite an ar Then, suddenly looking about her. Merry Christmas tist as well as a cook. I’m glad you Miss Mixter saw she was the center to all." gave up going to visit your sister, for of attention. Dozens of Interested Amy looked at i the good dinner tomorrow depends people were regarding her with the others, her upon you. We shall try to make It up amused eyes. face beaming. to you. Belinda, in some way." A quick reaction swept over her. ”Oh, mother, our “Oh, do you tink so, Mrs. Toburn | ''he felt lonely ami afraid. Why was slogan for Educa I am sure pleased to know dot I an | ■‘he here? Who were these people? tional week was: ob service to you, and you are so good Why had she come Into tills housed ’Each one teach o me already,’’ —,, . She felt a quiet hand on her arm. one; ballots, not mid Belinda, with ' Do stay, won't you?” begged the bullets,’ ” j sigh, as she re- s’ SsTtCiSk hostess In green." I need someone to ■ “A fine slogan, ired to her room. ¡elp me. Couldn’t you spare n moment Amy, If put into The Thoburns, /' ' m Christmas Eve to aid a daffodil in practice,” remarked Mrs. Thoburn. aid and young, ® listress! Just keep your eye on these Christmas morning all gathcre were radio entbu- ¿A» .J»*?, teople and tell me who Is served am' nrnund the tree to open their pack Uasts, and were p| j| I । vho is not. It’s so difficult.” a.'es. Belinda stood in the back being entertained f.?A I Miss Mixter looked up keenly Into ground, beaming at the happiness of with Christmas lie smiling face. And she knew she the others, for next to our own bar (reefings and | vas genuinely wanted. plnoss is watching that of others. I enrols. W ‘Til stay,” announced Miss Mixter, after box was handed to Belinda, bat ”M other, did ! ft j $ “and,” she grew spirited, "the first .tlie most beautiful of all was sav, a you notice that G \ person who needs a cup of coffee is until the last and presented by Amy Belinda s e e m e d U \ myjelf.” "Here, Belinda, a lot of love with thl »ad — something ' GA. 1925, Western Newspaper Union.) box; It contains taper, pem.ls. mi unusual for her? / n book and my promise to you Emt I wonder If we gfewlAvR' Christmas Song I'll teach you to read and write be have gotten her Why do bells for Christmas ring? fore another Christmas." enough for Christ- / Why do little children sing? “Oh, thank you, Miss Amy: dis is uas?—let’s see— vot I most vanted already. Gott bless there’s her beads, handkerchief, hose. Once a lovely, shining star, Seen by shepherds from atar, you 1” She will feel all right tomorrow. She Gently moved until Its light (©. 1925, Western Newspaper Union.) I really doesn’t mind missing the visit Made a manger-cradle bright. Thore a darling baby lay with her sister, does she? She’d rath- Pillowed soft among the hay. The Willing Worker l er be doing all this for us, for serv- And his mother sang and smiled, ' Ing others is what makes one happy, Now father makes a doseful pause. "This Is Christ, the Holy Child." A tired and slightly blue man. t isn’t it, mother?” A merry myth Is Santa Claus So the bells for Christmas ring, “Oh, yes, I suppose so, if the serv- So the little children sing. But father's only human. i lea isn't too hard.” —Lydia Avery Connley Ward, i Christmas Lesson for Miss Belinda Merry Christmas, and Paid in Full 1 it '. (• How Sila» Vaughan Contrib' uted to Yuletide Cheer fl fl of the Needy. By FRANK HERBERT SWEET fl fl CHRISTMAS ZEST IHHSTMAS( zest warms the heart and makes the heart glow. Do not let any outside cynicism rob you of this glow. Do not curl your lip and say you know the elevator man or the grocer's boy or the many others to whom you give a little Christmas Joy is Just looking for the present and is being polite for that reason. Enjoy their pleasure In receiv ing. Enjoy, yourself, In giving. And doesn’t every one enjoy presents? When you say: ‘‘He’s looking for a Christmas present," you lose half your own Joy. When you say: “What an op]>ortunlty to add a little present to another per- son’s Christmas,’’ you have your own full measure of Joy, Christmas zest must not be bereft of nny of Its spirit.— Mary Graham Bonner. i! i! T WAS an eloquent plea for tlie public fl building, an urge for Its beauty, Its value to the town, il the educational ¡1 fl gift to the eyes of ii fl youth. The speak er wns hypnotic. i He had been engaged for that. fl Purse at rings were loosened. Money poured freely twenty, fifty,a hundred, J» five hundred. And It was Christmas. They went to Silas Vaughan, the Ü grocer lender, a wealthy man of the fl town. People looked surreptitiously to iaee what nmnltlcent sum he would <S), 1926, W,starn Newspaper Union.) give. At first a hand went Into his pocket like I lie others, then came out and yield to noble impulses,” said a neigh bor In a voice that all could hear. The next dny was Christmas, with the grocery and drug stores open for a few hours. Silas Vaughan went to his desk and took out twice as many bills ns ever had been allowed to ac cumulate before. Times were, hard, and more were obliged to charge. Fully half of the accounts were so the arms were folded. There was an lected from the others, and several audible gasp from watchful eyes. words written at the bottoms. That More pleas carAe, more solicitors took nearly an hour. Then he slipped Went round, man to man. the bills Into his pocket, put on his But Silas sat there, arms folded, hat an<l coat, and went out, leaving rigid, unmoved. the store Io the clerks. "Times are too hard," he wns heard It wns nearly closing time when ho i to say In answer to an Importunate camo back. This he occupied with beggar. "It Is a bad year for such a packing and arranging a number of i building.” baskets with fruit and nuts and candy, "Not bad f?r me, and all those who which he sent out anonymously. $ In the evening came a big church community Christmas tree. Most of the donors of the public building were there, rather proud of themselves and not above circulating bits of criticism. When Silas entered, there was no uncertain air of chilli ness In the room. A few nodded to him, but frigidly. Silas appeared to take no notice, and found a seat near the front, where ap parently he sat calm and unruffled. A poorly-dressed man down In front had been looking about expectantly, as though waiting for some one to speak. Suddenly he rose. “I ain’t no speaker,” he called, loudly, “but I got suthln’ to say. *Bout the new buildin’, I ain't nothin' to say, only seems too much money for real need. An' I never liked horn- biowin'. Now, It's been an awful hard time for workln' folks, on 'count o’ there bein’ so much slack. First 1 time I couldn’t pay up In twenty years. I couldn’t see no Christmas for me. Now, listen: This mornin’ a feller carried papers all round. I got one. ' First, I felt’t was a sheriff thing, like. Then I rend on the bottom, ‘I hope this will be the beginning of better things. Merry Christmas. Paid in full. Silas Vaughan.’ Mine was thir ty dollars. Si must ‘a’ given away more'n n thousand.” He sat down. Silas had lost all his composure. He tried to slip away. But hands and apologies were appear Ing from ail sides, He was pushed to the platform and told to make a speech. He would have made a mess of It, but all were cheering so wildly no one could hear, So it did not mat- ter. <®> 1926. Westsra Newspaper Uat**.)
