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HOME AND FARM MAGAZINE SECTION 9 A Christmas Convalescent Merchants, Attention! Tier Is Money in Tour Old Freight Bill Let the Trans-Continental Traffic Association Find It for Ton. It you are a merchant who pari railroad or express charges wo eaa greatly benefit yon and your business as a member of this Association. It is the sim of THE TRANS CONTINENTAL TRAFFIC ASSOCIATION to embody all of the shippers and receivers of freight within the States of Oregon and Washington Into one strong shippers' association. We are 1 permanent Institution for the benefit of the merchants, with general offices maintained at Portland. This associstion is prepared at any time to handle and giro expert service and Information on freight rout ing, tariff rates and classification, overcharge, loss and damage claims, Interstate Commerce eomplaints and rate litigation, In fact, to protect and assist the shipper from every standpoint of his transportation. We have proved that an association of this hind carries strength and commands respect of the railroads, especially in the filing of claims for overcharges, etc. It is a well-known fact that auditing companies, operating on a percentage of the amounts recovered as overcharges, have little respeet or standing with the railroads, and that a larger percentage of the claims filed by them with the carriers are declined due to lack 6f necessary evi dence and knowledge required to present claims of merit in the proper mea ner so as to reach the higher authority over the regular clerical help of the railroads. To any shipper or receiver of freight the services of this association ars invaluable and no operating business can afford to be without it. We earnestly urge every merchant to take advantage of our SPECIAL INTRODUCTORY OFFER. Our regular membership fee is Ten Dollars. For thirty days we will deduct this fee from the overcharges found in you freight bills and return to you SO per cent of the balance, thus, without any cash outlay, you are made a member of one of the strongest and most efficient traffic organiialions in the West. Write Us Today The Trans-Continental Traffic Association 411-412-413-414-415 Panama Building Portland, Oregon. II JANT I have an egg, doetorf Jut' a sof boiled egg. I uster 'spine 'em, but now I 'd give all the money in my cannon bank for one." "Too low a bid," declared the doc tor, "in a few more days you'd offer your immortal soul. You had better take those flowers out of the room, Miss Vaughn; they're too sweet." His critical, professional glance rested upon the young mother. "Don't lose courage now that your boy is doing famously. Good morning. " As his footsteps echoed down the hall the mother said with forced enthusiasm, "We had nearly finished our story, hadn't we. When the glass slipper fit ted exactly, she drew the mate from her pocket, and she wore them when she was married to the prince.' " "Did they have a weddin' supper I" asked the weak little voice. "Yes, dear," she hurried it over, "and music and dancing, and Cinder ella wore a dress embroidered in silver tars." "Did they have ice eream at the upper f" persisted the weak little voice. "Yes, darling, and the Fairy God mother gave them the pumpkin ponies had a " "Was it choc-lit and vanillerl" The trained nurse looked amused, for she was used to typhoid convalescents, but the mother's eyes filled with tears, for the past few weeks had brought her first experience in racking suspense. "It was chocolate, but the court cook was so excited that she spilt some salt in it, and the Prince couldn't eat any of it." "Yon forgot," he returned with gen tile insistence. " 'Fore I was sick, when you told it to Bertha and May. The Prince ate one saucer of choc 'lit and twe of vaniller. That's why I wanted to hear it over. The glass slip per part is silly." "Shall I get the new catalogue and read over the list of Christmas books so that we can tell what you would like best!" she diverted into new chan nel. He did not answer, only looked at her with big, lack-lustre eyes, which six weeks ago would have been joy onsly responsive. "We must have a book or two to read while you're in bed, but you 11 soon be well, and then a bicycle will be the best thing. Or do yon prefer a splendid sled and a pair of ball-bearing skates I" "I dunno." "Don't you know what yon want, precious? Our Santa Claus is asking." "Ice cream." The nurse glanced at the clock and brought half a glass of buttermilk, from which he turned with sick dis taste. Then he remembered. "Next time it 11 be predergestid beef, and I hate that worse 'n buttermilk,-' and he gulped it down bravely. "What did you have for lunch, motberf" "I hardly remember steak and po tatoes, and sliced tomatoes, I believe, and some honey." "Honey! Oh, mother, lerame smell your breath!" She bent and kiBsed him. "I didn't eat any of it, little son. That was for Bertha and May, be cause they couldn't have the dessert. I wasn't hungry; I inly had some tea and toast" " She would not say how food chocked her, when she thought of the hungry child, up stairs, still condemned to liquid diet. Boy looked troubled. "Please don't get sick, mother." The doctor's injunction came back to her, and she went into her own room and looked in the mirror, for the first time in weeks with any comprehension of what was reflected there. She re alized that it must be bad for Boy, now that he was well enough to notice it, to see her look so worn. She took off the dark wrapper she had been wear ing while she was nursing, and put on a pretty gray gown, made more becoming by the soft fluffiness of chiffon. After she had pinched her cheeks until the color came, she went back to Boy's room. His face brightened and fell. "You're goln' somewhere other!" "Of course not, precious. I'm going to sit with you all the afternoon, while Miss Vaughn takes a walk." He shook his head and smiled faintly, recalling the physician's parting words. "The doctor won't let you stay in here, mother; you're too sweet." "You dear little knight!" exclaimed the nurse. "You've been such a good patient that I think you are just as sweet as as " She paused a moment to find the adequate simile. "As junket I" suggested Boy polite ly. "That's sorter sweet, about like me. Though, of course mother thinks I'm as good as the best things apple turnovers, cocoanut cake, and cuBtard pies (only I don't like to eat those at picnics 'cause it musses my ears), and blackberry dumplin', and chewin' gum 'fore you've chewed the taste out, and all tho things you get at soda water fountains and 'speshly ice cream." His voice grew eager over the nomenclature. "There's heaps of good things that ain't sweet, too. Turkey and rice and gravy and fish and peanuts and earn- wiches and hot waffles and pickles. And all the things me and Dick French et outdoors, mos' ripe apples and raw turnips and that rabbit Dick killed with his rifle and we cooked him ourselves. Mos' everything's fine when you're well. And one time Dick ii "Don't talk quite so much dearie, you will tire yourself. Your mother wants to read to you now." Boy flared into unexpected rebellion, contrary to hiB inherent gentleness. "I don't want to hear any stories. I'm so tired of 'em." A happy thought struck him. "You never have read me any out of your cook book, mother; read me some of that." Miss Vanghn nodded to the mother to acquiesce, and she brought the book before Bhe left them to take her walk. Boy selected the recipes and his mother read the directions for mak ing each of his favorite dishes, until at last his eyes grew heavy, his breath ing regular, and he slept. Alone in the quiet room, watching the easy respiration, the moisture on the brow, she rejoiced that the days were past in which the thermometer's verdict made necessary the dreaded cold baths. She tried to say a psalm of thanksgiving, yet she realized a con straining dumbness, even as she had felt during the worst period of her boy's illness. The future, all unknown, through what pain and stress might he have to pass to find again the portals which were then open to the touch of his unsullied handf So in those days of anguished suspense she had fought with herself not to utter the cry of her soul that he might live, but no other words had seemed to flow from the springs of her heart through her white lips. Now as she mechanically repeated, "Who redeemeth thy life from destruc tion, who crowneth thee with loving kindness and tender mercies," she felt shocked to realize that while her lips were framing David's words, her heart was echoing the feeble query: " 'Choc 'lit and vaniller " Suddenly, passionately, she fell upon her knees. "Oh, Father, please let him have ice cream Christmas day! He has been so patient, give him this little happiness on Thy Son's birthday I For the sake of the Blessed Christ-Child. Amen." A rain of healing tears melted the control in which she had armored her self. Never since her own childhood had she felt so near to the love that understands, "knowing our childish ness. " The nursery echoed with the laugh ter and chatter of Bertha and May, with their, dolls and bears and bulging stock ings. Boy looked with quiet pleasure at the guts friends and kindred had sent in generous measure, but there was a question in his eyes. He bated to ask it directly, knowing how hard a re fusal would be to them both. "The snow looks mighy pretty, moth er; sorter like vaniller ice creamt" All his fortitude could not keep back the rising inflection. "We shall have to wait until the doctor comes, dearest. He has promised to come early to give his directions for the day." But already she felt sure of his ver dict. "Can you get the cream ready for his 1 o'clock nourishment!" the phy sician was asking a little later. "Can If" she echoed indignantly. "Why, I made it the first thing this morning as every mother would have done." She brought up the tray, with a doily embroidered in a wreath of holly, and the ice cream in a pretty saucer, dec orated with red berries and mistletoe. But this adorning as much of woman 's is was purely for her own satisfaction, for Boy would not have known whether that delectable white mound was served from a gold platter or a tomato can. His thin hand reached for the spoon; the first, cool, sweet, adorable bit melt ed in his mouth. The future might hold jolly fraternity banquets as college, the keenness of the hunter's appetite over the' campfire, the first wonderful meal in his own home when his housekeeping days should begin. Yet his mother knew that this was the supreme gastronomic moment of his life, that never again could anything taste so miraculously delicious. The saucer so empty that washing seemed a superfluity, Boy turned over on his pillow with a contended sigh. "This is an orful nice Christmas. I'm glad I'm not Dick. His mother don't make ice cream near as good as you do, mother." Write TJs for Information on Market Conditions. Dryer, Bollam & Co. General Commission Merchants. 128 Front Street, Portland, Oregon. When In Seattle TRY THE FR YE "IT LOOKS LIKE A HOTEL" That's What They All Say. IT'S NEW IT'S CLEAN IT CAN'T BURN LOCATION IS RIGHT Only 3 Blocks From Depots and Docks. THE RATES ARE RIGHT $1.00 Per Day and Up. THE FRYE IS THE RIGHT HOTEL FOR YOU.
