The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1908-02-14

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" spreads ita charm
Wor the preceding week and the
gcok that comes after For days and
lays the Small Person sncaks into the
house with unnatural. unhealthy aud
suspicious quiet. holding queer shaped
bulglng packages under her coat or
tmuggled away In the lnncrmost cav.
orns Of her absurd little mun The
paste pot appears everywhere In the
house. The paste brush disappears
entirely and Is finally found In a state
Of suicide and the Ink.bottle. You see
something ON the floor that looks like
cherry You pick Il up and Il Is n
red paper heart While you are look
ing at Il the Small Person trots into
the room. gives you one mysterious
glance. Immediately separates you
from your treasure and Hcampora
away TO a hiding place under the din
ingroom table. whore she sits for three
straight hours In a hlllowy pool Of
white paper lace. big white envelopes
and numberloss samples OF scissors
Then. after these charming hours
Of mysterious preparation. the great
day approaches The mail man Is the
Kris Krlnglc. the Santa Claus. the
good fairy with Bonded shoulders he
| plods down the street, while the Small
| Person has her nose glued 80 tightly
/ 20 the window pane that there Is con.
| siderable question whether or not Il
will dctach itself without tho aid OF
o paper knife
A. last llooray! The bell rings
[ a. imminent risk OF catching every.
thing from cold 10 spanking the
Small Person daBhes out OF the front
door and fairly leaps into the mail
bag.
She energies looking like a young
stationery establishment. nothing but
envelopes, big, little ana middle sized.
With suucal and scurry she blows
back into the house and opens up her
treasures There are paper trees filled
with brilliant paper roses. and be-
meath the forest trees sit little Cupida
"without no clos on at ALL just as
10 II were not February and chilly
Great big. beautiful white swan cars
moro beautiful even than a new au
tomoblle-arc dragged out Of their
white castings. and lo' when you touch
little spring somewhere the swan
cars are filled with flowers and al
sorts of wonderful exquisite. beautiful
things. like birds and jewels and Low
ing hearts Oh, Ii is very, very de
nghtlul. being child on ST. Nalcn
tines day.
While an this excitement h beatlnl
the quiet home atmosphere into qulN
ers you sit down In iaraway cor
nor and think Of the time when yo
4 we're little glrl, Perhaps you dldn'
have as much attention as the SmaI
Person; perhaps things didn't som'
how come your way-and perhaps g.
because you had so little that go
are ready 10 make any sacrifice 8
5 that the Small Person shall hay
z much. II Is from depriyauons tina
I YOU learn what good things mean an
J. how much they mean.
Somehow your mind goes way bacl
b SO Gar YOU wouldn't dare tell IN
p. yeats. You wouldn't even guess then
n Il seems so long ago that II must haN
a been another world or anyway al
b other life. You see q dingy old schoC
T, room. where the benches were trigh
fully hard and whore the clock W.
4 so lazy Il never moved its hands
y, all The days were very long for
/, little tiny child who should have be,
/, romplng and playing out OF doors,
u one day there came strange viii
"a perings about St Valentine You wo
, dered II he were the man who can
. 90 trim the trees In the orchard.
=, was an very new 10 you, becau
!, everything was new, and you had
- much TO get acquainted with In a b
y, strange world.
~ The other children talked KNOWN
y ly about a st. Valentines box. Ne
= day they filed In one after anothI
- and into biz wooden box IN