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INC. ALL CONTENT COPYRIGHTED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ISE SUBJECT TO LICENSE AGREEMENT. REPRODUCTION, DISSEMINATION, STORAGE, DISTRIBUTION PROHIBITED, THE GOLDENDKLE SENTINEL---26th HOLIDAY NUMBER THURSDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1tilt | | i I , ! 2 ! i N[V i WE ARE TAKING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO EXTEND OUR MAN FRIENDS AND CUSTOMERS THE SEASON'S GREETINGS AND TO THANK THEM FOR THEIR BUSINESS FOR THE PAST I YEAR. HOPING THAT THE ENSUING YEAR WILL BRING HAPPINESS AND PRDSPERITY TO ALL '. I ,SHIER & NIVA I i J.n. A__ m R HARDWARE ! W:M. NIVA CENTERVILLE I AGENTS FOR _ Jq} i El DEERE PL0 t CO. GOLDENDALE I CENTERVn.LE J We Extend 'Our Heartiest Wishes to Our Friends and Customers for a Merry C stmas and a Happy New Year k Do not overlook the advantages of Household Gifts that lessen tht work of the good wife ELECTRIC IRONS, TOASTERS, PERCOLATORS AXeD LAMPS, CUTLERY, CIRCULATOR HEA~RS, PLUMBING FIXTURES, 0IL STOVES AND HEATERS, GASOLINE LAMPS AND LANTERNS, WAGONS, KIDDIE CARS, SKATES, DISHES AND GLASSWARE Make your gifts practical and useful--- Something for all year around. See Our Line of ZENITH Radios. Sold on easy terms. We take this opportunity of thanking our friends and customers for their past liberal patronage, and assure you it has been appreciated. We endeavor to carry a complete stock of Hardware of well known brands of merit that will give satisfaction to the purchaser W~EN YOU REQUIRE HARDWARE THINK OF in Hardware MEMBER NORTHERN" HARDWARE DEALERS ASSOCIATION A S ROSS HUTTON finished telling his little daughter the story of & L Christmas, of the shepherds and the Christ child, and had as tactfully u possible explained about Santa Claus, PoiLu heaved a sigh. "Well, I think there's a Santy Claus and I hope he brings me a sheep llke the ones in the story." The day before Christmas, Ross saw white woolly lamb in the window of It toy shop. He was glad he had walked to his office. Otherwise he mlght not have seen the lamb. He would stop on his way home and get IL But one of the men in the office offered to drive him home, so the lamb was forgotten Until he heard Polly as she was being put to,bed tell her mother she hoped "Santy' wouldn't forget about the ~$heep." Ross looked at his watch and decided the shop would probably still be open. Anne called to him to ask where he was going, and he answered, "Back Ina few minutes." When he parked hls car before the shop, the thought that the lamb might not be there, struck him for the first time. He felt much relieved, there- fore, when he saw the lamb in the window, As he tucked the package under his arm and turned to leave the shop, a Santa Claus Had Brought Her a Sheep and a Baby Doll. little boy came in. Ross heard hlm ask the proprietor If he still had the lamb that was In the window that morning. He was told the gentleman Just leaving had bought it. "Oh," the disappointment he felt showed in his voice. Wasn't there something else he would like? But there didn't seem to be anything else. As' he got into l:ts ear Ross caught sight of a small boy standing before the window, his gaze fastened on the place where the lamb had been. He seemed so disappointed, it was too bad there wasn't another lamb for him, Ross thought as he drove away. But probabLY something else would catch his fancy and he would forget all about the lamb. Children were like that. Rou wondered though if Polly would have forgotten so easily. He scarcely thought so. The poor little thing would have been mightily disappointed. He was glad he had remembered before it was too late But try as he would he couldn't get the picture of the little fellow out of h~ mind. Halfway home he turned his car around and went back to the shop. The boy had left, so Ross asked the proprietor ff lie could tell him where the boy lived. He lived Just around the corner. He often came into it he shop. Tonight ,he had come to buy the little lamb for his small sister, and was so disappointed when he found it gone. The proprietor had tried to Interest him in something else, but he hadn't been successful In doing It. Ross Interrupted to know In just which house the boy lived. Then In order to have some satisfactory excuse to offer at home, he bought a baby doll for Polly. When somewhat later he came Into the living room where Anne was busy trimming the Christmas tree, she want- ed to know where on earth he had been. He shook his head and put his finger to his lips as a warning not to waken Polly. He placed the package under the tree and with a happy smile he began helping with the work of trimming. The next morning he was awakened by Polly's happy cry that she knew there was s "Santy ('lairs" because he had brought her a "sheep" and a baby doll Just as she asked him to. Ross sprang out of bed and Into the living room. Where eouhl the "simep" have come from? For there was Polly with a lamb under one arm and the doll under the other. ~Where?" Ross asked, polutlng to the lamb. Anne whispered that she had bought it. "There is a Santy Claus, isn't there, Daddy~" Polly's voice implied she was giving information rather titan asking It. Ro~ heartily agreed with 6or : ~J.'here certainly Is a Santa Claus be- Fond a doubL" Western Nemper Union. Chrlstmm~ Boxes Giving Christmas boxes is said to |prOng from an old custom of pr~es~ putting on board of all out-going ships boxes for alms. These were opened at C~rlstmasttme and masses said for the givers of the alms. The box ~s called Christ mass box and from this comes the eu~nm of ('hr|stmas l.,xes and gl fcs. f"~HltlSTMAS In the Rock~s! I felt thrilled, excited, as our train wmmd its way in and out through the mountains, thundering through the crisp, pine-scented air. Now, we were climbing an almost pre- cipitous grade, now, slowing down for a dangerous curve, while every little while as a stretching plain was reached, the steady hand upon the throttle sent the long line of cars speeding like an arrow through the brigl~t December sunshine. We were on our way to spend Christ- mas with Uncle Jerry and Aunt Emma. They had sent a hearty Invitation for us to come out, and now we were al- most there, I held my breath at the sheer beauty of tile [~"~~~] scene that stretched ~~l~l[ before our e y e s. ~'~'~"~ll~ ounta n peaks I il that seemed to ~M~'ll~]l~l[ touch sky. can yons dropping thou- sands of feet. lakes i~ll~-'l~ covered by glitter ~'~fi~l tug thicknesses of ~.-~_~'~/~ -~ ice, *,id g r e e n L=J K 2 pines, lo king like giant Christmas ~~[l~ trees. I had never ~en. never even visualized anything so beautiful. A loud shriek from the big whistle, a slow crunching and grinding of brakes, and our train came to a stop. Uncle Jerry, rosy and smiling, stood waiting upon the platform, giving dad, mother, Helen and myself a true west- ern welcome. ~Aunt Emma IS all excited about your coming," he beamed. A short drive through a wonderland of beauty, and the big sprawling ranch house came in sight. Aunt Emma stood In the doorway, and a cowboy, who was grooming a pony. looked curi- ously at us. I wanted lo look around before going indoors, but tantalizing odors from the kitchen made me sud- denly realize how hungry I was. All was bustle and excitement, hurry i and preparation. Even the homes and ponies in the corral seemed excited, as if they sensed something In the air. The afternoon and evening went by on wings. Christmas morning dawned upon a world that looked even lovelier than it had yesterday. A million jewels hung on bush and tree, a sky of turquoise stretched Itself across the snow-cov- ered mountains and valley& Inside the ranch house a fire of crackling logs threw Its ruddy glow over the llvlng room. The dining table was spread with tempting oods. Break- fast of home-cured ham and sausage, fluffy flapjacks and syrup, steaming hot" coffee with thick cream. Then a short drive to the tittle church, an inspiring talk by the pastor, and the strains of tile old and beautiful t~ristmas hymns; neighbors and friends s t op p i n g U n el e Jerry and Aunt Emma to wish them "Merry Christmas." Back again through the clear, frosty air, and la- ter the big Christ- mas dinner. Golden- brown turkey and dre~ing on s big blue platter, a huge mound of snowy potatoes, native vege- tables and relishes, tempting pieces of mince and pumpkin pie. And best of all, an appetite that only the moun- tains can give. A hundred things to see during the afternoon, the horses and ponies, the ranch equipment, the silver fox farm that Uncle Jerry had Just started, and a special show the cowboys put on for our benefit. Food again in the evening, and ar- tier, a happy time around the fire. The cowboys standing around the piano, where Helen played the old Christmas carols, their lusty voices Joining in the beautiful words~ I thought of the beautiful setting outside as they sang: Silent Night, Holy Night! All is calm, all Is bright, Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace! I stole outside for a few minutes as they went on to the next lines. A new moon was sending its silvery light down upon the world, a million stars added their smaller gleam. Around me ][ felt the faint, mysterious noises of i hight'in the open places, the stirring [of unseen, unknown things. My lips and heart Joined in the words that floated out from the warm, lamp-lit room. Silent NI~t, Holy Night! Shepherds quake at the sight[ Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia; Christ the Saviour Is born! 1 have spent many a happy and memorable Christmas, but never one as wonderful, as unforgettable, as this -~ristmas spent In the Rockies. Western New~pa4~e~ Union. Christma~ Twenty Days In Norway the Christmas celebratim, continues for .'20 day& ma,i.~ S, ~o~f....._..._.~- f'~BED wore s striped tunic of U orange and white somewhat rag- ged and dirty, though his moth- er, Lara, washed clothes for other families in order to keep herself and ten-year-old son from starving. Yet you seldom noticed Obed's ragged tunic because of his vivid face. His skin was smooth olive, his lips were red, and his dark eyes were the color of pools at midnight. Obed sang a great deaL If he heard a tune whistled on the street he ran home singing It all the way. If he heard music strummed in the bazaars, he'd linger sear until he remembered every note of it` In fact, Obed's listening ears were boxed many times by people feeling too cross or too tired for merry melodies. Even Larn scolded him. "Have l not enough, my son, beating soiled clothes on hard cold stones day after day, without lls- tening to your voice screeching In ev- ery corner?" But the whole world was a song for Obed. The s~eet twitter of birds on dewy mornings. ThB sound of water lapping over sand, the very rumble of cart wheels over the cobble-stones thun- deled out its own rough music for the pleasure of his ears. "What help are you to a poor moth- er . . . be gone with you !" scolded Lara day after day. Obed laughed, never meaning to be thoughtless or dis- obedient, having ears only for the mu- sic about him. One evening late in December the longing for the shepiterd's songs over- came him, and he slipped away at dusk. He was gone all night and in the morning he looked a different boy. HIs cheeks were pale His lips did not smile, but there was a new and som- ber light shining In his dark eyes. This time his mother gazed at him in sorrow. He saw how worn she was, and he kissed her. "1 cannot say I'm sorry,' he hesitated, "Not even now can I tell you." His tunic was worn and stained. He wore a ragged sheep- skin about his shoulders. On this he sank down in his own corner and went to sleep. When he woke his face wa~ flushed and rosy. He knelt On the floor and looked at the busy street below. Then he opened his lips and a song of such Joy and purity flowed out on the air as to make everyone stop and listen. Up and up soared the rapturous notes seeming to possess a visible radiance of their own. Obed sang no words but the music charmed every ear that heard it. His mother stood behind him, her hands for once Idle at their task. The tired lines on her face melted into peace. Her eyes looked far away. Clearer and clearer the exquisite mel. ody continued, and died on a faint sweet note of ecstasy. People listening below shook their heads and moved on as If awakened from a dream. ~Where, my son, did you hear that song?" Lars spoke in a whisper. "In the skies, my mother. It came with wings and trumpets." "Do not tell falseboods about such divine melody." Obed's eyes shone, but he would say no more. He hoarded the song In his heart. One evening, however, when the sky was clear and the stars shone like jewels, the boy was moved to sing again the beautiful, nameless music. When it was dnished a knock came at the door. Lara opened It to a black aCt-vent who bowed low. "My master, the Prince, desires to know who sang that song." Late, trembling with fear, pointed to 0bed who stood near an open window. A tall figure dressed In rich furs and embroidered tunic pushed his servant aside. "If the singer and hla mother will honor my court with a visit, they shall be conducted hither with safety." The voice was deep. "I am a prince from s distant country, who came to pay homage to the new King born In a stable. On my way to that stable," his piercing eyes looked/at Obed, "and from afar off, I heard the song your son has Just sung. It came dropping from the skies . . angels' heavenly voices and trumpet~ If my people could hear that music," his voice soft- ened. "i'm sure they would all become faithful followers of the Babe flesus. I promise you comfort, both of you, for all your years." So Lara and Obed quickly prepared for the Journey, and Obed sang the angels' song, as he remembered it, in the court of the prince, so that he and his kingdom became thereafter faith- ful followers of the Babe Jesus. W~t~'n N~ UnloQ. Season's Greetings to Our Friends and Customers Have you tried our Barbeque Sandwiches They are Fine A full stock of Lunch Goods, Beverages and Smokers Supplies Open 'til One A. M. The Satus Shack - Jess-Ison, Manager