The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 21, 1930, Page 13

it sow mfige e Sa e, V¢ v —— o < e [ > < F ' G b g b R “ ¢ " ¢ L . - . . - ¥ ¥ . 1 } H 3 3 v 4 s b % : (8 . 2 : : TR T o & é ' 1 e - 13 o~ . - o ‘ . [ 8 . . . ’ ) 7 f i L P o R e 2 B { £ ; < & b3 H v o - % ' 3 H , 4 &y JUST A FRIENDLY night. | The driver was young. He had wide shoulders and a fresh color AND A WISH FOR A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM SABIN’S THE 12 DAYS MADNESS The Christmas season proper termed it the “Twelve Days’ Mad- at it. Her face was pale with lasts for twelve days—December nes: Rupeey The big bus came to a stop with a jolt which hurled its tired pas- | sengers against the seats aheaa. The powerful engine whined to silence. For a long moment nothing was said. Twenty people stared at |the back of the driver. Tweniy pairs of ears heard the wild rush |of wind outside; a noise which up to this time had been drowned by the motor speeding through the in his cheeks. He was used to these long, cross-country runs; he kne ‘how to handle people and he un- \ derstood the temperament of a bus as a mother understands her child. | He turned about in his seat to face the silent people. “Sorry, folks we're out of luck.” A faint shadow seemed to rest on his face. “We're hung up . . . a hundred miles from nowhere.” A rustle of amazement passec through the listening passengers. / man climbed over a seat mate and [ began talking in a loud, irritated voice. “You mean to tell me thic blasted bus won't move another foot tonight? That we must stay { here for the Lord-knows-how-lon: z On Christmas eve and the folks at 2 hom2 waiting f A fine, fa driver you ars!” The young man was unperturb and ready. “No use telling you I z can't help it. They gave m2 a bum | { bus, an oid one, because of the| 5 holiday travel. They gambled on) i N ) ) ) ) \ 3 my getting through . and lost.”! “Ain’t you even going to get out to lcok at it?” demanded the man| unpleasantly. H “No, boss, I ain’t. I know me{ bus like an old friend. It's plumb give out and I told them so.” Ho!* looked the protestor straight in| the eye. “What's more, we'rz th> last one through tonight. Laugh that off.” Qut of a dim, rear seat r girl. Her hair was light. If seem: 25 to January 5. The Puritans to ripple into curls as you looked - weariness, but she smiled. “What » We find great Christmas joy in greeting the many people of Juneau who hav granted us their friendship and a part of their patronage. We face the future with a determination so to conduct our business as to merit and retain that good will. Juneau Water Co. of giving us some fun 2 him, he smild er, “‘be Santa Cl you have eats 3 and pass ‘em ar went quickly from other. The old lady's kled up in laugh | bled in hre shabt | The fourteen-year-old boy cam-| out of his grumps and offered to| do anything from singing a son| to pushing the bus—a suggestion| which was greeted ar m > ought to havs a ir] aloud. “We without a tree.” | ‘“Hey, I got an idca,” called a voice. A man shot out of nd shook himself into a R Open the door, driver . . . Il be say, fellers, we buck up and h“"““ou‘k in a co;pln( ofhinnu(c\l' ! | a party of our own? He can't help; ¥ 2 A blast of cold air, and the man things,” she nodded toward the| i driver. “He's done all the work And| .pped out. He came back presently with a small ragged bush. “Four Bad the Warey and’bow all e gabs| ¢ 1. & Staal Tagged bush, “Found| it here by e roadside. Gee! . . . Bira oo Mm L e R e h et L S, (Ges| - | 2 " rome little blizzard going on! | growls. Come on, folks! We're safe, f 1a and warm. Nothing can hustius,| o Shcd Bis coat. He asked wa'll eAt k;l x. ‘?,. o » "|string. Bundles were untied ar i & ‘ledpmnlhm bi ormng.‘flo‘m" cord offered. By tying several | 3 eb.sr.‘"e e e‘ Khm““ Sll* lengths about the center of the| Iash ;“_“g“ “r m“;“c ebld m(}“ bush, and then stretching them| :}‘:g g ’“f :_e' lice o her eves| Ut to various seat-braces the| ho was furtlvely wiping her €J€s|y ., was made securely upright in| with the corner of a handkerchief the aisle. | She grinned at a boy of fourteen.| .\, tor trimmings. > Who's got| The bus driver showed a fine set . | of white teeth. “Some grand -littic| .o b % 4 sty o : The cross man was busy with a| sport,” he whispered to himself > * o i bundle. He was a trifle reluctant, | Then aloud, got (0 warn you .. " 02 | ; still he continued to unwrap pa- | folks of something else, t0o. Noth- S ] ing serious but kind of distressitty. ST IR B 5 minute. I got a trouble light with . Rl mé. but ‘that's sl | reverently the angel was fastened T G e R to the top. The disagreeable man Sl “Who's . beamed. | 3 got | It turned out that five passen- Anyone got any white tissue| gers had flashlights, “Haul them |P2Per?” asked the girl | More gifts were untied and their| | wrappers volunteered. With nim- | i ble fingers the girl folded long) | strips of red and white together | into a sort of accordian- effect | | “What's your name, driver?” sud- demanded the girl. Michael O'Hara.” | She glowed with pleasure. “And| imine is Katy Connelly . . . the top of the evenin' to ye!" Then the fun began. Michael was | possessed of an irresistable humor. He sent the old lady into stitches Iby presenting her with a package vof ciga es. He completely dis- { armed the cross man by giving him| {an artificial rose, bowing with so jgmuch ceremony that his hair al-| most touched the floor. ‘ Said ,the The fourteen year old boy was| s Got Another?” delighted with a candy cane and have a party, any- began to demolish it at once. There | was a gift for every one. The bus yabut \xocked with laughter. It was “Katv" can’t dc ' said the | the girl would ncl allow m O think of the Now each of you | must . choose a present from your| own, to give to some on2 else hdre! tonight. The fclks at home would o T “I Knew When I Set Eyes on Yol | ... Ye Belonged to Me." this . . . and “Mike” that. The driv- er thought of every one but him- self. # The girl had a moment of acute distress. There was nothing for/ Mike. Swiftly she thrust her hand into her bag and brought out a| small box. With this she went close to Michael. “Here's a present for| you, bozo,” she said lightly. “Go 'way wid ye!” remonstrated the man in surprise. “No, please, I mean it.” Some- thing in the blue of her eyes de- cided him. ; He opened the box. Out of it came a silver cigarette lighter. “Gosh . . . What a swell present! But you mustn’t . . . " “If you don't take it I'll never speak to you again!” declared the girl. Amusement and tenderness min- | gled in his thanks. “{ The fun went on. Twelve o'clock fs. 4 one . two. The old lady | { dropped off to sleep. The bus grew | quiet. The girl curled up in a rear | seat. The driver stared out into the storm. Once he drew out the light- er and held it ‘against his lips.| “The darned little darlin’,” he/ | murmured. On Christmas morning they were transferred to another bus. At the city terminal the passengers part- ed from cne another with the| warmest greetings. But Michael O’Hara and Katy Connelly did not part. They went to Michael's home and when his mother saw the girl, and her laughter, and her blushes, she just opened her arms. { - “I knew the bye would be findin’ {'his lady suddint. It’s the O'Hara (] | way.” She did not even inquire about the bus. Her son was home. It was Christmas . on with the turkey and pumpkin pies! “But the cigarette lighter, dar- ln',” Michael asked, “how did ye e o " “Oh, I just bought it . . . lik- in' the looks. And I knew the mo- I 1aent 1 set eyes on you that it be- longed to you." | “And” said Michael w grin, “I knew when I set {you . . . ye belonged to me. | “Hcoray!" said Michael's mother, ) rlenp 1 THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, SUNDAY, DEC. 21, 1930. IIIIIIlII||IIIIIIIIHIIIIHII_IIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII||IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIlIIlIIII Christmas Greetings and Best Wishes We wish you a tull share of the Joy and Gladness that the Christmas Sea- son always brings. We appreciate the patronage you have given us this year and we will bend every effort to justify your good will in the New Year now about to start. H. J. YURMAN FURRIER 'TRIANGLE BUILDING - MERRY CHRISTMAS We should be exceedingly happly if we could ness in abundance. Peerless Bakery HENRY MEIER, Proprietor shake by the hand this morning and person- ally wish you a very merry Christmas--but when we count our friends, we find the day would not be long enough. So here are our Yuletide greet- ings and sincere wishes that the Christmas Holidays and New Year may bring vou happi- g