The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 22, 1935, Page 37

THE DAILY. ALASKA.EMPIRE, SUNDAY,.DEC. 22, 1935.. .. “Do not tell m'eehoods about such jard?” Ann's doctor wanted to kmwlm moment He sighted the xmdgets | ger near until he 1emombcred every | kissed her. “T cannot say Im so'ry somew his motk: on from dom noticed Obed's 1 \l musi 'd lin Yo N G e 42420 G A 2 ToLE or 1t g 3 But the whole world was a song or Obed. The sweet twitter of birds m dewy mornings. The sound of ater. lapping over sand, .the yery 1mblS of cart Wheels over the cob- estones thundered out its own ough music for the pleasure of his ars; ‘What help are you to a poor mo- ser. . . . be gone with you!” scold d Lara day after day. Obed laugh- »d, never meaning to be thoughtless r disobedient, having ears only fo he music about him. Cne evening late in December th nzing for the shepherd’s songs ov- rcame him, and he slipped away at usk. He was gone all night and i 1e morning he looked a differeni y. His lips_did not smile, but vere was 4 new and somber ligh hining in his dark eyes. ‘This timc is mother gazed at him in sorrow aw how worn she was, and h< e hesitated. N6t even How "a'nldi”llc melody.” I tell you.” Cbed’s eyes shone, but he would y say no more. He hoarded the song stained. He wore a ragged Sh"epun his heart. One evening, however, skin about his shoulders. On this|ypen the sky was clear and the stars he sank down in his own corner and| g,one Jike jewels, the boy was moved went ta sleep. When he woke his'; sing again the beautiful nameless face was flushed and rosy. He kflelt\mu:lc When it was finished a knock on the flbor and looked at the DUSY | same at the door. Lara, opened it, to street below. Thén he opened his|g plack servant who bowed low. “My lips and a song of such joy and pur- imaster, the Prince, desires fo know ity flowed out on the air as to make |yne cang that song.” everyone stop and listen. Up and Up| para, trembling with fear, pointed soared the rapturous notes, seeming | {5 Obed who stood near an open to possess a visible radiance of their | yindow. own. Obed sang no words, but the | A ta)] figure dressed in rich furs music charmed every ear that heard and embroidered tunic puzh'd his it. iservant aside. Hiis mother stood behind him, her | “If the singer and his motfier will hands for once idle at their task, honor my court with a Wisit, they The tired lines on her face me]t.gd; into peace. Her eyes looked far away. Clearer and clearer the ex- § quisite melody continued, and died on a faint sweet note of ecstasy. His tunic was worn and People listening below shook thsir from a dream. “Where, my son, did you hear that Voice was deep. song?” Lara spoke in a whisper. “In the skies, my mother. It homage to the new King boin in a came wlth wings and trumpets stable. On my way to that stable, lama and from afar off, I heard the song your son has just sung. |dropping from the skies. ... . angels heavenly voices and trumpets, If my people could hear that music”his yoice softened, “I'm sure they would all become faithful followers of the | a distant country, who came to. pay | his piercinz eyes looked al oed, | It came | ' the Howard Midget Christmas Tree stmas treg Mary had; fixed up t a moment's notice. “Why, '.hey’ tin that was bent thy Reachcd Ann Spear’s Hoppxtal | Room and Made Ezplanations. |to hang over the head of & bed into | the shape of a shelf or bracked form- | ed the foundation. A tiny cedar seed~ ling about eight inches high formed | the tree, ‘Mery had striped a wealth |of tuke roses she had been growing, | | to tie the blossoms all over that mid- ' | get village tree. Fitting into a slot on . ithat little tin brackst, it smiled its | & blassing upon. the gathering | Any Yuletide ;you might stup by Farm and {ind Mary and Jack gef~ | ting a bit of rest from their labors, over for another year. ve the niftiest things I've ever seen | @ yet,,and, I'd )lke to buy a dozen or‘ N \ i | | | & 1 | | another glorious: selling campaign | % ‘,HS‘{x? This %-Io 1d<ity éecson Is Our Opportunity to Wish Joy and Gladness to All Our Friends and Assure Them of Qur Appreciation. Babe Jesus. I promise you com-| T e fort, both of you, for all your ye: So Lara and Obed quickly ite- | pared for the journey, and Obed sang the angels’ song, as he remem- bered it, to the court of the prince, 50 that he and his kingdom became | thereafter faithful followers of the| Babe Jesus. - e Mary Pines for: Her Pines (A Christmas Story) ¥ By Luella B. Lyons Mary Minter-left her home from H rl St m as south of the Mason-Dixon line to marry Jack Howard. That's how she happened to be hating her new home in the North—hating the snow and cold and the fireworks she knew she was missing down home that Christ- mas dgy. Gazing out of the window all she could see were pine trees from four inches to sixty feet in height.' Cedars! Spuces! Pines! She hated the words, even. (X “How about a Christmas tree in the house, honey? Maybe that would help. cheer you, ‘do you suppose? 1 know you're eating your heart out with lonesomeness for home this, your first Christmas away,” Jack of- fered, but Mary spurned his sym- 4 May mis cmmas Be ot oty s Smal. G Your llawiéfi Ever. ha,” she’ laughed bitterly, “go out there and on up the Ridge and look at;thoge trees there by the hupdreds and thousands. Imagine they-are-all Christmas trees if you.like.” . Jack gave up trying to placate her but he understood—she was at that stage of homesickness. About noon there came a phone call from their nearest neighbor, Milt Spears. His wife was in the city hospital, 40 miles away, and he had promised to visit here there, taking the two youngsters, but about an hour ago Milt had sprained an ankle and now—would Mary and Jack take the kids and go in his place? .“What difference did it make if it was nearly nightfall when the pair | and the two:youngsters reached Ann Spear’s hospital room and made: the explanations and. witnessed the\ > relief that was so evident on the| anxious wife's face. L “But where did you find such a novel tree mrangement Mrs. Ho»\-wk GREETINGS of the SEASON! In the true spirit of the Holiday . . May vour Joy Bubble GREETINGS High. -—Joy ~Realh —Good Fortune Happy Holidays! AND ONCE AGAIN tomeés our chance to thank all our friénds arid pattoiis . . and WISH THEM SATISFACTION AND JOY TO COME. . FLORENCE SHOP - FLORENCE HOLMQUIST B. M. Behrends Bank Building