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MONDAY, DECEMBER 04, 1023. GRANT» PARA DAILY COURIER he didn't just hear your light words thinking of those big, queer-shaped about always having wanted such a bundles? Why. It's going to be more foolish folderol. He did bear them, all fun watching him tomorrow morning right. You saw to that! But be Imag l than watching the children, I do be-' Ined, too. He knew what that kind ut llevel There was a look In bls eye—” wanting means.” "Yes," agreed Harry, "there was a B, ETHEL COOK ELIOT "And believe me, your old dad, when look In his eye I And last Christmas, Children Decided V COURSE II he has waked on all these dozens of when bo opened his boxes of handker Vl) wasn't tlx Chrlstmss mornings of his life, baa chiefs and socks and so forth, there It Was Time to £ first Christ hoped that ho himself would find just was a look to his eye, too—one that Return the Joy mas Dad hat such a long-wanted folderol in his made me feel cheap, I can tell you. I He Hod Given lived through sock. And instead of It. what has be was noticing especially. Don't know what made me; but It was sort of dis It couldn’t lie, sine« found? Bay, what has he?” Them for Years It happened in hb I bung my bead. "Neckties, socks, appointed, his look. Do you know, •Us seventieth winter handkerchiefs, calendars and writing wife of mine, I think he's been almost He Just Didn’t hoping every single Christmas that But, aa be after paper.” Went a Thing» ward phrased it. II "Huh I And what has be hoped he’d some day. somehow, somebody would but He Was get foolish and spend a little imagina was the first Christ find?” Made Very Happy mas “as was i "A phonograph, a genuine meer tion as well as money on him I 1 think Christmas" to bis schaum, a five-pound box of chocolates, sol" And the next morning the family thinking. Thia Is bow It happened: house slippers (Mother never would About a month before Christmas last let him go shuffling ’round in slippers, found Dad sitting, flabbergasted. In his year Dad and Mother called us up on though!), a seal ring for his little fin blue velvet lounging jacket, surround the long distance to ask about the kid ger (imagine!), a full set of Dickens. ed by his new reading lamp (the kind dies, who, poor lambs, had whooping Oh, lots of things that he really didn’t you carry around anywhere and stand cough. It is rather expensive calling need, you know, and some that would by your chair right at your elbow), his i awuy from home, and I knew they have been ridiculous I" could III ufford It; so I talked fast and Finishing, I looked up at my loving did all I could to make the call a brief husband. Speechlessly, he was point one. ing one long finger at me. When our But after Mother had said "good-by," eyes met, be burst forth: Dad wanted a last word, although It “And you knew all thia, and never bad been he who bad opened the con took the pains to Imagine how he felt! versation In the first place. A hundred A fine daughter! Ail of you, fine, un tulles away I beard him knocking over selfish people! Well, his son-in-law a chair in his nervous haste to get to can’t give him all those long-wanted the receiver, and Mother’s sharp but folderols—not this year—but you bet kindly, “Tuke care, Father I They'll he's going to give him the lounging wait.” jacket, a blue velvet one with gilt And all he wanted to say in this braid, and a cord with tassels. His telephonic P. 8. was, "Now, Bessie, loving daughter may give him a tie— don't you and Harry get me anything If she's sbsolutely sure he needs one— for Christinas this year. I really and she can find one suitable for an don't want anything—not after all you aged man of seventy!” spent on theater tickets when we were But Harry's sarcasm, by now, was there Thanksgiving!*’ being wasted. I had caught bls point "What makes you think they’re plan some seconds before. For the first ning to give you anything, anyway I" time I saw Dad In a new light. Why, came Mother’s tart protest from some he had never had a proper Christmas, where back In that fumlllar sitting poor dear; never In his whole life. room, a hundred miles away. “Hang And we, all of his children, had been Found Dad Sitting, Flabbergasted, in His Blue Velvet Lounging Jacket up, Father I Don't be foolish!” brought up on perfect Christmases; all “Now, remember, Bessie. Nothing our hearts’ desires bulging out *»f our genuine meerschaum, his seal ring, his for me—not a thing!" and Dad did stockings and shining from the tree! bang up, but not before I bad beard And he had done It for us—simply be new steel trout rod, his five-pound box Mother's decisive step approaching cause he knew the hidden, childish of chocolates, his phonograph, with a heap of records of all his old favorites, him. disappointment of almost seventy his house slippers, his whole new set •'Well. Harry, Father says we're not Christmas stockings filled with prac of his old friend Dickens, done in rich tical, sensible gifts! His parents bad to give him anything for Christmas." red bindings and gilt edges—to fact I told my husband, going t- sit on the been really poor. Christmas on their all the things bls family, when they set arm of his chair, and at least share barren little farm in Canada bad been their imaginations to work, knew ho the newspaper, since it hadn't been of of necessity a slim affair. And his wanted—welL all I can say is that fered me outright. “And I don’t know early married years bad been a Christmas morning held no disappoint An Innocent, child- but that that lounging jacket we had struggle, too. ment for us! thought of will be rather an extrava hearted youth making his way against Dad finally found words. gance on our part. What do you say odds, selling Insurance In a stiff-necked “Bessie," he said sternly—that Is to postponing it till another year, when old town! But these later years—things might stern for Dad, which, of course, la only you'll have your managership, and get have been different. He had made an approach to sternness—"Bess, you ting a tie or something instead?" good. There was a comfortable home children shouldn’t have gone and spent But. to my amazement, Harry, who all this money on me! It was foolish. is the mildest of men. snatched the all paid for to the last mortgage, and paper, which I was bolding lightly by a sufficient Income from “renewals"— And anyway you know very well your the corner, out of my fingers, threw now that all of us children had flown mother will never let me wear these It on the rug. and himself took the to nests of our own. Yes, things might slippers around the house, or the lounging jacket either. She'll call It proverbial stand of the bossy male be have been different now. fore the hearth. But bls look was quiz “And they shall be different this shiftless.” Mother had heard. “Yes, I will, too, zical, not irritated, as bls sudden mo Christmas," I cried out of my sudden tion had suggested. waking. “We’ll give Dad a real Christ Father,” she cried. “Why, just think "Now. Elizabeth, hasn't your father mas, the kind—sly, dear old fox—he’s ing of wearing them has made you look ten years younger. I'm going to said that to us every single year, all always dreamed of!” "Where are you off to, Elizabeth?” reform, and not be so old-maidish!” these ten we've been married?” “Why, why! Whatever—” But Dad "Yes. And he always said It when shouted my husband, for I had jumped we were growing up at home. He’s so from the chair-arm and was out In never finished. He laughed with us unselfish, you see, be Just hates having the hall, talking to myself as I went. instead, for suddenly be knew that he us spend money on him." “I’m going to get my writing prper," had been found out. So Dad, at the age of seventy, cele "But he always spent It on you. I sang back from the landing at the brated his first Christmas, the Christ didn't he, even when he didn't have it first turn of the stairs. to spend? Why do you suppose?" And when I had fumbled for It mas when his secret dreams came true. And since then it has often come to "Why. just because he Is so ridicu through the desk In our dark room lously fond of us alL He wanted to.” (I was too Impatient to find the switch) my mind that most dads are like my and returned to the sitting room, I Dad. It’s time somebody woke tip and played Santa Claus to them, to tnem Y explained. who have played Santa Claus to us "We can’t do It alofie, Hal. Not a so long. What about your Dad? regular, bang-up Christmas like he de Oh Heavens! A new thought bzenks. serves I I’m going to write to my What about Harry? Is THAT how be brothers and sisters, all six of 'em, and knew? say they must come in. We'll just not ((£). 1921. Western Newspaper Unton.) give presents to one another at al! this year. We’ll concentrate on Dad. And Mother, too, of course. Only we al ways did give her nice things any way.” "Bully for you! TH say you are quick In getting an Idea, Elizabeth! You know you—” But I'd best leave out all that. Harry is an old dear, and entirely overrates his perfectly ordi nary little wife! So that is how Dad’s first Christmas came about Harry and I and the children got home for It The others, unfortu nately, live too far away to come. But thev had all fallen tn with our Scheme, "He Knew What That Kind of Want- and we found their exciting-looking Ing Means.” bundles for Dad there, hidden by "Yea. But think beneath that for a Mother safely In the attic. Their bold minute. How do you suppose he knew “Don’t open till Christmas” inscrip it would please you so to get all the tions glared out at us from the attic nice things he gave you? Why did he twilight. But It didn't seem fair that all of us spend so much time and thought, as well as money? Why, just because he shouldn't have had the fun of seeing PORTRAIT OF A BOY Imagined what your pleasure would Dad the next morning in his bewil Whois father * be. And how could he Imagine It un dered delight! Hoped that Santa On Christmas Eve, after we had less he himself in his secret heart would have to pay looked forward to Christmases just as stuffed the children’s stockings, and AN INCOME TAX you did, and cherished a secret hope then hung up our own, and put our Like the rest of folks, that he might get a few of the things bundles for each other around them, or And then perhaps he rather wanted himself. Knowing In them, Dad eyed his curious and The old chap would not his sneaking hope, he could Imagine bulky packages keenly. Have money "Those don't look like handkerchiefs yours! Why, that’s why he gave you To squander that Impractical pearl gray handbag and socks." he said, with almost a qua ON BOYS last Christmas! He knew you wanted ver of eagerness. “And how can there at It. even aguinst your own good sense!” be so many I Haven't you mixed- my Christmas!!! "Oh, Harry I You needn't go so deep pile with Mother’s?" —M. B. Thomas. as all that for Dad's reasons. He'd But we reassured him, on tiptoe our heard me say I coveted that handbag. selves, like children, with expectation Impractical as It was. Twasn't imagi of his surprises of the morrow. ANOTHER NAME nation on his part—just a matter of Then, he suddenly began bls old knowledge.” Christmas might be called th* song: "Now I really don't want any “That’s all very well.” A steady thing this Christmas, children. I do December thaw. light of determination beamed from hope you haven’t gone and »p«nt a KEEP THE SPIRIT Hurry’s eyes, as he spread his legs lot of money foolishly. I do need some All the country needs Is an all-year farther apart on his hearth rug. I socks, and I've lost my last handker extension of the Christmas spirit. could see that this was no Idle argu chief. since mother took to sending nient with old Harry. He was deadly our clothes to the steam laundry. But THE DAY TO GO HOME serious, and had been planning thia 1 don't need anything else.” Christmas! The day we all go home conversation In Its every detail. • Rut we laughed down this ancient —In thought and spirit, If It Is Im "That’s all very well, wife of mine. protest, as we said "good night.” At possible to actually go In the flesh. But without Imagination he would Inst, thanks to Harry, Mother and I have taken your word for it that the had had our eyes opened about Dad! LARGER DIVIDENDS handbag was Impractical—you insisted Invest your Christmas dollars to In the bedroom, with our door closed, on that every time you mentioned It— I whispered to Harry, "What do yon Happiness Preferred and you will And and given you something mse. No, sir, bet Dad lies awake a while tonight the dividends largo aud satsfactory. 'It Was Dad’s First Christmas *?çjoyous ‘Yuletime • ••• HRISTMAS in more than a Holiday—it is a Heritage of llappiness in the hearts of men. Down through the centuries it has brought the Iteautiful benediction of “Peace on Earth; Good-Will to Men’’. And each year it brings us anew the pleasure of wishing you with our whole heart, “A Merry Christmas and abiding Happiness throughout the year.’’ C Grants Pass and Josephine Bank W1IJ) DEER BECOME 1'KTH come so tamo that they trot non OE CALIFORNIA FARMERS chalantly along the highways. 8an Francisco, Doc. 14.— (A. P.) —Wild door from tho footbllln above Ihr Santa Clara valley have descend ed to safe pastures adjacent to Palo Alto and Ix>s Altos, about 4 5 miles from Ran Francisco, and have t>e- Even terrifying motor cars fall to make tho arrivals scamper into the brush. In several instances children have fed them from their hands. Shooting la prohibited in the imme diate vicinity. Josephine County Racing Association —PRESENT»— Boxing and Wrestling GRANTS PASS FAIR GROUNDS Wednesday, Dec. 26 7:30 p. m. 10—ROUNDS BOXING—10 For the middle-weight championship of Southern Oregon, featuring K. O. OWEN of Brookings, 158 pounds Heaping Measure of Pleasure— with the Gulbransen Picture a beautiful Otilbransen in your home, and you playing it! Picture yourself playing, through the pedals, with the "touch” of a mu sician! Picture the keys being down, as in hand playing! pressed Pressed down, not knocked down. There's one of the secrets of Gul bransen superiority. It removes all suggestion of the mechanical and gives you real, intimate, personally- produced music, full of genuine ex pression. Because the Gulbransen is a Regis tering Piano, registering your exact touch and expression—because it is different from any player-piano you have ever known—because it is so remarkably easy to pedal—your first delight will develop Into continued, year-after-year interest. White House Model 9700; County Heat Model 9000; Suburban Model, 9*05; Community Model, 9420. Rowell’« Piano House Stanton Rowell, Propr. JIMMY DOUGAN Rogue River, 155 pounds GULBRANSEN The Registering Piano This is the third elimination bout for the Southern Oregon cham pionship, Dougan winning the other two, so look for plenty of action as the boys will try hard for the title. 2—HOURS WRESTLING—2 For the welterweight championship of Southern Oregon, featuring YOUNG BARRETT Grants Pass, 140 pounds BUD SHULTS Rogue River, 143 pounds (undefeated) I Police Gazette Rules—A decision will be given in case of 1 fall each General Admission $1.10 Ringside $2.20, Reserved $1.65, Tickets on sale at Fair Grounds, Couch’s Pharr-icy, Pastime Cigar Store Grants Pass. O’Kelly’s Grocery, Rogue River. Rower's Drug Store, Gold Hill. Brown’s Pool Hall, Medford. CAMPHOR FOR SORE EYES It is surprising how quick eyo in flammation is helped by camphor, hydrastis. witchhazel, etc., as mixed in Lavoptik eye wash. One small bot tle helps any case sore, wear or strained eyes. Aluminum eye cup free—National Drug Store. Winter Coughs and Colds With the changeable weather which we have at this season of the year coughs and colds are very pre valent. Ho prepared for them. Have a bottle of FOLEY’S HONEY AND TAR COMPOUND handy, and with the first sign of a cough or cold take a doso and prevent a serious ailment. FOLEY'S HONEY AND TAR COM POUND has been the standard family cough remedy for over 35 years, bringing prompt relief and when once used you will never be without It. Couch's Pharmacy. Adv. Scratch Pads— All kinds of paper and cut to size you want—10c lb. I PAGE THREE Miracles and the Christ Chile By Katherine Edelman N THE far flung land oi the west the early wlntet had been un usually mild and although It was near tog Christmas, now the weather wul bright and clear, almost spring-like lz Its mildness. , Everywhere that the message of the Christ Child bad reached, men and women were busy and happy pre paring for the great day, a new and added joy of life surging within their hearts. Into each home there had come a strengthening and rekindling of family ties and a new birth of love and service that reached out even beyond the home. Out on the res ervation, however, the Indians went about their tasks as usual, for no hint of the wonder and the glory -of the Christ mas time had yet come to them. And if they felt a mys terious something in the air at this time, they under stood it not at all. for the brightness from the Star of Bethlehem had not yet burst upon them. Moonlight Brook was very lonely— she had only little Silver Star, her daughter, with her now—the big chief had sent Strong Oak, her husband, with other braves, on a mission to a distant village. And Moonlight Brook had missed him every hour, for their love was still burning as bright as the big camp fire that blazed near the tepees at dusk. Her love of the great open spaces helped to cheer her during the long hours of his absence. Every day with little Silver Star she wandered afar. In these lonely places that she went there always came to her the sense of some unknown presence—the hand of some great power. Early one morning Moonlight Brook called little Silver Star to her and told her that they would go for a long walk, away up to Roaring Creek. Moonlight Brook was lost in wonder at the beauty of the scene, but a great aud sudden change had come over the day. Now, looking at the lowering, threatening sky, she decided that she must make all possible haste back to the village. For with the dark ness and the gloom that had come over all there had come, too, from across the prairie a low menacing wind that carried with It at times small, dry snowflakes. Indian Brave, Guided by Great Spirit, Reveals Story of Christmas S With Silver Star to her arms Moon- llght Brook started to the direction of the village, walking with the swift, strong stride of the woman who lives much in the open The snow now was coming down in large flakes and the wind had grown blizzard-like to its velocity. Hope was fast dying within her, for she was trembling from ex haustion. Then overwrought nature did the thing which she had tried hard to keep from happening—she sank upon the snow—her last thought as she felt consciousness leaving her, to wrap the blanket closer about little Silver Star and to waft a prayer to the Great Spirit to take care of Strung Oak when she was gone. But the prairie has many stories to tell of strange things that have happened there, and on this day there was added to the list another of those coincidences which happen oftener in real life than some would have us believe. For Strong Oak and his party came by the very spot where Moonlight Brook and Silver Star lay a short time after they had sunk exhaust ed. Some of the men had tried to take the other trail, but some thing within him, that strange, un known force which comes to all at times, made him trail Instead choose the Roaring and he found ills loved ones and with the help of the guides they reached the village In safety. A few hours later, Moonlight Brook and Strong Oak sat hand In hand, the estastlc happiness of being reunited surging within them. Moonlight Brook whispered over and over that It was a miracle that the Great Spirit had wrought that Strong Oak should have found her. And Strong Oak told her that while he had been gone he had heard the story of the Christ Child who had come upon earth on this day, which ever since has been called Christmas. As Moonlight Brook listened to the beautiful story that has been told so much, but which keeps its thrill through the ages, she felt that this day was Indeed a day of miracles, for, like her bronzed brave, the story brought her a wonderful peace and stilled the restless long ings which had come to her so often In the past <«. 1U4. Waalers Narrapapsr On tea. > Colored paper at the Courier.
