The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 20, 1936, Page 17

SUNDAY, DEC. 20, 1936. = : - e — : " stood in the door, calling to one of | “You are so very beautiful, I must|my she said. I I‘ , [rope grows, strand after strand.” | The rarest “angel’—a coin worth‘ The first European attempt to the children. “You sce?” said Marie, | paint you at once,” declared this At once the room was in an up-| 4" () Luke's father looked puzzled, but 6s8d (about $1.68)—in the British settle Texas was in 1520 by Alonzo “sh worn out with work. She’s' impulsive young man. r cople flocked about the new Y his mother kissed him and said | coinage has been sold at a London Alvarez de Pineda, according to old before her time. She wears old| Marie laughed at him, but 1| suests ng together, kissing ( hr t"'('s “Merry Christmas, dear!” |auction for $105. It was made for evidence unearthed by Dr. Carlos & | ghed | . UNE STDRY UF clothes and thinks old thoughts . . .ispon happened that she posed regu- | Marie, laughing and shouting. H > the boy King, Edward the Fifth, E. Castaneds, Latin-American li- 1t cannot be otherwise, here inljarly for this brilliant painter. She{ But Tom Santos bent low OVer ' Empire ads are read. who was murdered in the Tower. |brarian of the Universtiy of Texas. e M | el |liked hi? queer, jerky way of talk-|Madame La «ge’s hand. “I'm] | ()”()y | | HULIBAY TlME “Your mother,” replied Jules|ing while he worked. She felt that|proud and happy to know you.| N N s‘mnl\' s the most truly beauti- she was lucky to be admired by|yes—" lool at her critically, | —_ ol i the viliage. My father him. One day in the studio he asked | ‘Gareau is a vm.m' | ,m,\ s0.’ about her home. Marie told him a B Litlle Luke, watching his father) "{ rope, was suddenly struck with Jjust one with a new light and radi- | Marie La Farge was the prettiest’ Marie raised her long lashes in | little, rather grudgingly. .,,“};';f,om her next pulled him o girl in Beauclaire. Her dark eyes Swprise, and shrugged her shoul- “You \ax: you were born in Beau- |y tan young man standing by the 4 it dad sparkled; her black hair framed g |Qers. A week before Christmas the|claire?” cried the man. “How odd!"} sjre. “And this is Jules,” she €X=|... ung after another that mak lovely, vivid face. It was. inevitable -_u‘lm ‘»h.(:.,. age. “1 hrfve‘ n‘ Po-| He laid down.hls brushes and|slained simply. “Jules Gareau.”| 5o that ioida" the ship. & thnt miany. youhie men:shoua fall in| S ofk PUGNE PuE Holldays, Sxers |wenbifo @ sheltyiOne of the finest| The two men shock hands. o € most things are accomp- | j love with her, Which they did, But|C .5 are needed in the stofes. Soon | wood-carvers in Quebec made this | “Please, please, all of you," she ; boy, when you come to think | g zdiin el I hiave money of my own. S00n |5 young man called Jules Gareau.”| sried, “be quiet!” i Jules Gareau, the son of Hnll 4 ‘L‘fl S0/ Rlsnc L plePid et ¥ s Qgurine ang The room fell into silence Id wind blew around the fish Q: & 4 y people. held it in his hands. | “I have been away a long while,” | sl “‘ v s omnrl—' »mr.v‘lxer was s small lmwl-‘ S0 that is what you are think- Marie felt a quick trembling run|began the girl, “Bat I am home ’\’w“r: b: .\cm\t\’ m“v‘i?\l cnomi- yé‘ werking woman whose beauty d s said her mother. But she|a]l over her. “Oh," she breathed, 1o et 1 have.neglected you ail on (l"\\\“l\’hflbl’l\""«\ gm;d day fered from the girl's. Strong lin no words of advice or repri- | «Jules never told me he had taken |“hicfly my family. But now, on e o B Hine b i’q were graven on her face; and in nand. “Don’t forget us, child. Tthx,“, his father’s work!" Christmas eve. I come to my ‘w' e walkey asay whnd up, ithe Ber eses thane cloar fortitude, Ma, | us at Christmas with the White| "oy know him then . . . this| - - and you!" Her lovely smile e K L q dame La Farge's eyes looked steadily | *10W about us, and the green spruc-{ g ot yyjes?” ‘ircled them all. “Mother, the fig- Bt st e A D at everylhing, whether it was the | 00 (he hills. Think of your father| ™ 4 TSRO e which Jules carved of you, ° VW B };mming AOALInG T6r | snow which lay so many months' ™ e (hopp._ng, Thmk_-or . down fxom the dias where sl;o posedh SEOUR G e ek, m“ld-“m “t‘?‘.t' b wup]flhoss‘ then. But what had | about the small tight cabin, or at cooking, and" mending and singing | for then I knew how I'd m)ssuu!“ | v i shs “Let me see, please. " done? Nothing at all. He stood | to the baby . .. and nothing shall|’ I you. | ¢ : : one of her children who had, per-| * e S : | Tom gave her the small figurine ; R )k still, his thoughts all mixed | A Friendl Greehng haps been angry or. selfish. So,|S0 WIOnE with you. Come home | thb S60Th u v ) t seems best. We love you.” |35 if it were something precious S minter of pERlIS R p in a queer way, with the strands |« while Marie's face was sweet and | “Nen it seems best. - . |“Look at the pose,” he said, “LOOK | «jyles" her voice faltered A pe that made the line, the Ii; winning, her mother's expression | But Jules was silent and heart-aq yhe o1g woman's face/ ISn't she| o rose in her oheoks “are you still|hundreds of snood-knots the fish- |~ FROM u s T o Y o u was full of character. broken. 1 "C"_(‘r be the same | gongertyl . . . and beautiful in Kk S”l‘\‘“ ?"“ ;\f J‘f],' T jen were tying. “Just one thing | It could hardly fail that Marie 0 me, Marie, again. Your head|cpsractery T'd like to meet her” | ‘rho tall handsome young man, as done. and then another to make |} should grow a little arrogant under | Will be filled wath idle notions. And | “You shall,” murmured Marie in i G0 Hhridsome. yOUCE, T A whole,” he reflected. i o2 g x » if in a dream, strode close to he ¢ - the circumstances. “You are unkind | © think you can go and leave \b‘\ low voice, and added, “I must stay walking slowly again he ; istmas!” ‘No, Marie, ¢ married. I've| 1 May all the joys of the season to me.” said Jules one day. “I have(at Christmas} |away from home for years, before I\ \\']:Juu;J::‘{;’!lxlgm[ml"O\'u\‘l“"”x ed: V€] ccemed to see two one-dollar bills fi b it loved you always, yet you act a: But Marie went. Ana i they |discover from a stranger how fine| . ' | folded away in his pocket-book. And | » it : ’ s 5 b 2 And then uproar rose again. The come trooping in upon you . . . it did not matter. And now you ssed her sadly in the village |my mother Come . . . we Cfl“‘d-[n('vd They feasted. And Mg trailing back from the money a row . tell me you are going away from |where she was born, she worked |catch the evening train.” jas 1 Ms ditborelity Pigtures: 6t maIE. and find you so glad to see them here.” He waved his arm. hard. And because of her ener Snow lay thick on Beauclairé that |’ | sat close to her mother, and looked, ¢ i Rt ki Shicad ova dit i | “What s that to you?” Marie and lovely face, she was Kept on in |Christmas eve. Bright lights shone | s fem 1 5 i StOne: {9 ars. Planting seed potatoes in the |« they'll decide to stay all year! was dressed in bright jacket, full |her position after the holidays. She | from the houses. The mountains| NG ory | SDring, hoeing them, weeding in the 3 i woolen skirt and high, laced boots. [sent presents home but she did not |were dark with purple shadows. mf‘,":‘,‘“(,”\,,‘,";“,,“i’l:)mi:"'”‘“ 1“1‘";‘“:;',‘” hot sun, even watering his own plot May all the blessings you wish A red knitted cap was pulled jaun- g0 there. She liked her new life. Two figures walked along the e o a8 0 STERY | ghter, | When the weather was dry. Then, for and all the good fortune you tily over her curls. One year. Two years. For one rea- | squeaking snow. “How could you | in the fall digging them up. Selling % ¥ “How can you ask such a question |son or another she never found have left all this for an ugly city,| m . .. for two dollars. One bit hope to find be put in your of me?” Jules reproved her. 1time to visit her people. She was |Mari nd Jules “jof work after another. What next? . : i1l cannot stay in this sim- |doing well. She was thrifty. She| The girl answered nothing. She |and Juies. R {¥ie took more steps. Money was Christmas stocking. ple village forever!” went about with this or that admir- | hurried faster and her heart beat| [ rned by the work of one person |* “But Marie.” He reached for her |ing escort. And she smothered the ! furiously. “I cannot wait to get| 10 1820 schools and colleges Werely, b,y gomething which was the mittened hand. His eyes, looking |occasional pangs of homesickness in | there,” she thought. opposed in North Carolina. A writ- ‘\\v»m of another. Luke smiled. He down at her, were filled with be-|her hea ‘Over there,” she said aloud er for a Raleigh newspaper €X-iyney “what next,” very well in- . seeching love. “We had plans to-| Five years away. Now and then|the Gareau home, and now, here |Pressed the reason: “College learn-| eed gether, you and I. Already father she heard from Jules, short letters/we come to our house. Hurry,|ed persons give themselves great| go, on Christmas morning, though has given me the land. Already I|which related to where father had hurry!” s, are proud, and the fewer of Iuke was delighted with his own |*l have cut the timbers for our house [cut his hand chopping wood. How | They pushed through the gate; > have amch.gst us the bet-|oifts, he had an almost dizzy plens-l ' have you forgotten?” | her brother had fallen through the | they cntered the house without |ure in watching his father and | "4 P E E R L E s s B A K E R Y Marie laughed goodnaturedly.|ice and was rescued. How her knocking. A huge fire blazed on | % A {molher unwrap a pair of bedroom | “You handsome stupid . . . !T must mother was just the same. “Every- | the hearth. Singing and dancing; A total of 5352 persons of the 16-|slippers and an apron he had given | bit of the world pefore settling | one loves her,” wrote Jules. filled the low-celinged room. Maris 861 committed to the North Caro-|them. “My potato money!"” he to * she nodded towards| Then one day Marie happened to pulled her friend towards a slight lina state prison in 1934 had pre-|shrieked. “I got it by doing one thing her own house where her mother | meet an artist named Tom Santos. mgmv sitting in a chair. “This is'vious pn~r n records. after another . . . just the way the Thus*Marie La Farge came back to the village of Beauclaire . . . \ iy WA W W “‘\\\\\.\\\\\f\\\\\ l { LNV At L \\\.\\\\ To wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and to express our appreciation of the friendly associations we have had with ‘the members of this community during the year just past. Alaska Juneau Gold Mining