The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1910-12-23

evening. Don't SIT up
Thoughtful Christopher" murmur-
ed Dick Mason from the depths Of his
easy chair.
"Poor old Chris-what luck!" cried
Amy. while Alice murmured to her
lover, Il am so anxious that you
should meet Christopher. Dick"
"Pray, who is Christopher? Tell me.
that l, too. may be distraught at his
nonarrival," drawled Penfeld. survey
ing the love stricken Dick and his be-
trothed with some disgust and turning
to Amy, who was viewing him with
unmistakable relish.
christopher Browning is our cous-
in," she replied, with a wicked look
at her sister, ''The dearest fellow.
Writes, you know"
81 didn't know" murmured Penfield
apologetically.
'Well, Chris does write for the pa
pers, magazines or anything that will
take the stuff"
"H-m-m!'
Amy looked at him from mirth brim-
med eyes. She was dressing a doll
for the cooks little niece, and she tied
Il pink bow on the faXen curls and
then admired the effect with audible
satisfaction.
Isn't she too sweet? Now I'm go
ing down to the village to leave this
at Mrs. Lees, and you may come, too,
Mr.. Penfeld, for the way is long and
bright Is stormy ~ ~ s2-ssn "a
Penfield arose with alacrity. Any
! thing was better than sitting before
| the CHEEKY fire and staring at the pho
| tograph of the girl he loved unwisely
| and trying to summon courage to ask
carelessly whom the picture represent
ed. Didn't he know?
| When they reached the front door
| Amy ran back to the library. and he
| heard the rise and fall of her shrill
| girlish voice as she expostulated with
her sister. 1t was evident that she
gained her point. for when she re-
turned she was smiling and her eyes
were as bright as the snow crystals
sparkling under the radiance from the
wide open door.
| They plunged into the softly falling
whiteness, and Penfield barred his head
| to the cold fresh air and endeavored to
thrust aside the burden that lay heavi.
| ly upon his heart.
| "Such an ideal Christmas ever said
Amy. "When / was little girl"-
| "Oh, WHEN" interrupted Jack
| mocllingly.
"WHEN I was little girl" insisted
| Amy serenely. II used to believe that
something wonderful must happen OF
Christmas eve. 1 would watch at the
| window and look for a messenger tt
arrive with marvellous news or expec
| that long lost uncle would appear
and shower gifts upon us. But it never
| happened. Nothing wonderful evel
does happen to me-" she added, with {
sigh that was muffied in a mist of fly
ing flakes.
"Time enough for things to happeI
when you are grown up. child" Jacl
said gravely. and then, arousing him
self from the unpleasant thoughts that
vampire-like. seemed to cling to him, b.
added: "Come. A race to the corner!
They reached it laughing and breath
less.
Later. when they had returned ant
were sitting before the fire. each wait
ing for the other to make q bedtim
start, Jack remarked lazily:
when do you expect Mr.. Browning
to arriveT
Amy giggled, Dick looked amused
| and Alice and her mother exchange,
glances of distress.
"Oh, any time before midnight,
suppose" replied Alice. with eviden
constraint. I'VE will not sit up-th
arrival Of the train is too uncertain
| One of us will hear the bell and com
down."
81 was about to volunteer to sit u
and wait for him." said Jack. Il al
in a wakeful mood tonight"
REALLY, Mr.. Penfield," began Mrs
Latimer anxiously, when Amy intel
rupted her eagerly:
"Oh, mother, let him sit up if h
wishes to. We can get up and gree
| Chris afterward, but there is no use
all of us sitting here like owls unit
that train comes in. 1t may not arriv
for hours yet, and Peters will be wal
ing at the station with the sleigh, S
Chris will be all right"
VERY well. dear. 1t doesn't seer
quite fair to Chris" remarked Mr.
Latimer gravely, "but you may settl