The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 21, 1930, Page 11

THE DAILY ALASKAsEMPIRE; SUNDAY; DEC. 21, 1930. And everything s still | good friend And Laura tried to|smiled a happy eager smil locked this morning.” | make herself regard him in as|“Neither have I!" Bob whistled. “Looks like inside | calm a light. Ernest Hamilton stood bewil-| work.” | Three nights, without tellifig|dered for a moment. Then over his| But Laura had known the|either Bob or Bertha, Laura had |serious, handsome face moved the Adamses too long not to be certain | hidden in her office. | comprehension of a great hanpl-‘ they were guiltless. | Then it had happened. The ught MSS" He Opeaed his arms. ‘;Laura' ; Ao W E A &:_ ¥ Bob's eyes held more concern for | pyming over the safe had thrown | L8ura, dear!" And it was his| : the slim wonderful girl than for | everything into grotesque shadow. heart, too, which spoke. the clock. “Don't you worry,” he| Great heaps of Christmas packages admonished. ~ “I'm going to trace | pecame vague ghosts. Into that si- | GUESTS OUT OF THE SKY, | this, Please,” he pleaded, “don’t|jience, a sound! Laura drew back.| MOTHER CARY’'S CHRISTMAS worry.” il | The door had opened! 3 2 p Because Laura didn't want Bob | Slowly a circle of light advarioet. ‘Mother” Cary was the little to think her foolish, she hadn't woman who lived all alone on the hed !' 'sxmken about the mystery in the fig:‘mgcs’; » E:‘f&owm;;rez:; a | Prairie raising bees. This year the G eetln s office. But for days she'd had a : % snow was deep and hard crusted. : scream. She switched on a light. e feeling that strange hands had ar- th She was lucky to do the essential ranged things at her desk. She| In horror and amagement, the 7 chores about the place and it surely | wasn't positive at first. It was still | tWO faced each other—speechless. stmas I 4 Id spend Christmas orderly but something would be | He dropped his flashlight. :fi:‘:d b | where she thought she hadn't put| “So, Robert Howard! You . . .| Cheerful soul that she was, she | it. Bertha couldn't explain it| A common thief!” decided to pretend she was going | either. So the iwo had arranged | “Laura—!" to have a guest. At noon a good | Laura Bradon halted in almost for that, and Laura, was Saving|things at different angles on the| “Tell me, now about m cloek. | 4 superstitious amazement. every penny toward it. Y m.ff e % b dinner was ready, a cheerful fire i s S i Y Y ¢ 5 desk just before they left mghl.v‘Youlc the only person: was burning in her fireplace when Bertha!” she gdsped. “Come| But by Christmas she'd have|Tney'd locked the office. In tha| “All right” The man before h"lsuddenx ias Al iEhio- AdtMi - of here! It's—happened—again! enough to send to Ernest Hamil-| | iahtansd. nis 4k Hiie Bertha dropped the letters she : IS an airplane mator—then it missed, ton, a. total stranger, the most ex- “« v " was sorting and hurried to th‘pensi\c present she had ever| | "212:&dll‘llglfbouyoguetlei?t?your- purse sputtered and stopped. She ran | door. . | bought. ~ Bl in my car. I had keys copied aft'er‘ ‘to the window to see a forced land- “Laura!” her tone cwrmceda“ed “With my first of Deecmber ) ’ lyours. . . . “I—I'm really Ernest| D8 almost at her very door. | @ unbelef. “Are you sure—?” Jchnck I'm going to send it to the Hamilton.” The man and woman in thc‘ “Perfectly. Aren’t you?” | clockmakers,” she told Bertha and Laura gasped. “Then why steal |Plane were safe and when they Bertha's es narrowed reflec- | Bob, her two best friends. 1 \ 5 ) it—2" came to the door, she knew them | { ? tiyely. “Yes | But one morning just berme. ; “After you'd told me how you|at once from pictures in the pa- Max this be a I\lerl‘ Christmas Da)’ fOl' For a moment the two stared at| that Laura had missed the olcll i ¥ 4 ' | were saving, and I saw how deter- | Pers. “It's lucky for you to land each other in tight-lipped silence.|clock! It was an awful feeling. mined you were to keep your prom- | Safely and lucky I was childish “Did you sec anyone when you | She couldn't believe it. Neither| g 1 M ‘15@ I thought I'd get it restored, | enough to pretend. Come in, your Y()u and Y()urs \Ifl\ }OU be as happy ln came to wor | 1d Mrs. Adams, the saretaker's | pay the bill, and return it withoyt Christmas dinner’s reagy %) Bertha chook her head. “Not.a | wife. your ever knowing who'd done it.| A grateful pair they were and squl. The bullding was locked” | “Tis spirlts, Miss. Bradon?, Ms. - ARG R e i ) b R i it 1 the reahzatlon of your gifts as you were in “If it weren't so near Christmas! Adams gasped. “Your dead ain't > your money that way. . . . lady. She has never tired telling\ their. antlclpatlon And may the spirit of and the whole force working over- | gonna see that clock leave the “But. the story of how she expected a| good will which prevades the land, fmd time, it would be easier to imag-| f,xm.,v' Past week I've had a feel- “You said, once, the old descrip-|guest and two came out of the‘ ine.” | in—" tion of the clock was in your desk.| sky—for Christmas.—Noni Clack From her brown curls and spark-| Laura didn't listen to Mrs. | It's all done now, but one detail. I|Bailey. ling eyes to her slim ankles Laura | Adams' sincere, but terrifying the- R HoheE ekl Youl | was trying to find it for the man.” Sy was Dbeautiful and genuine. Be- | orie . Youl « + | Unbelif and relieved hope|THE CHEERY LOGS KNEW | cguse she never posed she wasn't| It must have been stolen. But, A Common Thief! jl)layed over Laattials: tank, “If Youk IT ‘WaS CHRISTMAS TIME true CXpl‘CSSlOH ln (l” our aCtS o One tO self-conscious. That may have_ been | by whom? A stranger couldn’t morning, paper which had been | Ernest Hamilton, why come to Cul-| The woodshed was filled with | her charm, and why—in spite of slip unnoticed into Culver WHEre yerica) would be perpendicular. Ar |ver as—" logs. They reached up to the ceil- | aQOther -- not t()daly alone -- but every day mer youth jcutver had clected her| everybedy knows everyhody Bt link well would be moved. Nothirg| Resolutely the young man reach- | ing and there were so many some e v shooss. 5400, BODL0RA006T SBR (16 would be missing. | ed into his pocket. “You never saw i | “Imagine a young girl running a| Laura talked it over the next day,| myere was Sofineming 2 stmnge&your nbe w”,;;‘wl‘}’";gou‘;:“;:e;‘;’ i:msmm‘ of the year to come. Roet office,” some salds"But, imme- labout it that Laura's nerves tight-| “No. The lawyer said she askedthere was room made for them.| diately they added, “Laura can do : !m!ed, “I'm going to find out about | that it be shown to no one for @1 They would burr vell, too, as they | U e ¥ ' [ this,” she determined. e e erc:- fine and dr ha;llng Vbcel\ cut And Laura had been doing it. | When Bob waited as he always| He nodded. “Here’s why—a copy. She had to. Aunt Juley had left {did to stroll the seven blocks to|of it. She said you were stub- her O'I“Yl“‘ 5”1‘;” a{";;“‘ily ?"‘1 r‘_h‘f 4 her corner, he exclaimed: “Laura|born.” 3 R ol the VIO mesidetice iI0 et < yowre pale !You ought to get| Laura read, “. . . . if Ernest q | years, at which time it went to jmore help during Christmas week. | Hamilton will marry my niece bg- BAY oLltee fimesl perl:;mt;)‘ne :a‘s', some charity. That was all | .| [T'd help free of charge—" | fore the year is out, my entire es-" ore economl:;w byt " e‘ t;‘:'l No, it wasn't quite all. Ang| § [ “Ivs ‘agin’ the law, Bob. Thanks | tate will go to them instead of to|itiaE it die down eaglier in, the strangely this task, this legacy to| anyway.” Laura smiled into his| charities.” eyening, or mot putting on a log another, was apparently causing| y /. \ | serious eyes. S pienten 18 sas you. And after | When one might have been nice for “all the trouble. Even the office Bob was tall and straight and |1 had, and knew you for yourself,[tpe evening abead. 4 think niystery had begun at. abouf fhe good looking. Hed been practicing |1 couldn’t even ask you until thag| yBut at Ohristmas time nothing time of the disappearance of the e |law 'in Culver for almost a year | year was up. I wanted you toy manernd Everyone burned as many gignafather clock. Laura loved that) ¥ |and Culver people were sayin, “At|know that I didn't—" 1ogs as possible, clock. It recalled childhood asso- | | 1ast there's a fellow good enough| Again Laura’s heart sang. Thej'jA Splendid roaring fire was kept JE“’ELLR ciates . Maybe that was why pe: R for Laura — only it's funny he'd |radiance which returns to youth:so' all the time, and if the fire verse old Aunt Juley, dying, had | settle here. All our boys with any |easily reflected in her eyes. | did not burn . brightly at once no made her promise to répair it for || ——m— 3 ,,, |git, go to the city.” | “Bob!" her heart spoke the name,[ohe cared whether lots of kind- | an Ernest Hamilton, the son of “IUs Spirits, Miss Bradon!” Mrs. “z" Jayvers got to start in a|“T'll be busy Christmas, but whathling was used . | Aunt Juley’s. girlhood chum. ‘. Adams Gasped. small place,” Bob explained to|plans have you for the Sunday be-| ‘It was Christmas time and. the | & ; ’ g whReRA R - 5 “The boy was always good 10| ‘Culver people don’t g0 in for an |y, .o | fore New Vears?” tire must be kept very bright. The | s . : 7 R ohigvessrafly i rofige s me when I visited his mother,” tiques.” But Bob never intimated that| “Why, none. ... I—" | cheery logs knew that—Mary Gra- | Aunt Juley explained. “T)}en. too,” Laura added, “ther2|cno wae more to him than % very | Bhe threw back her meed sl M B, Restoring it would cost unbeliev- | wasn't a sign of breaking in. In ‘ ably. Aunt Juley hadn’t provided | the winter Mrs. Adams locks ev-| the year before. “'And at Christmas time it didn't | LT LT matter how many logs were burned. | LR LA TRE L LLLULTLL LR e e BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlhllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Genuine Well Wishes To Our Patrons, Old and New, & ps Season’s Greetitigs Season’s Greetings and Best Wishes for a . May the Christmas season greet T TR IR RO T R AR N R R } G it all with an abundance of j Joy and MERRY CHRISTMAS happiness and brmg the things of life worth while. and a HAPPY NEW YEAR ; e It would be nice to clasp your hand For the coming year, success .« | ! ' and face to face greet you--but this and prosperity to all, is our . cannot be done so we wish you, Christmas wish, with the same sincerity as we UL LD LT LU L LT LR L T T T T T T T would if we were to personally greet you i | mmuunmmmmlmlmmmmumummmmmifinmmmmnuummmmmmmmmmuunumuuummmnummm THE SEASON’S BEST THOMAS HARDW ARE The B st e Bergmann Hotel JOHN E. GREEN, Proprietor R IR spiseatip Segguesy l.mmmli.mmm i lngulu Sespvmidizeasinn i Y | & pes 1 i - v;zz:.m:uwmummmuuummmmuu. mmniix‘unmmmuummmuumlwwwm“