The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1912-02-24
Her
Disarrangiing
Plans

the vacant seat On the elevated trair
beside serene faced young woman
suppose you also are bound on thai
necessary errand. Don't you abso
iutely dread Christmas shopping?"
NOT In the least, you funny Josie
Graham. Mrs. Shaw answered with
a superior air, II don't believe in
rushing madly around at the eleventh
hour to select gifts that inyariahlv
prove unsuitable and oftentimes are
unappreciated. I'm giving only to nv
sunday school class and the children
IN the family. For the girls I have
made dainty little fancy things dur.
ing the summer; for the children 7
bought books away back in Septem.
Der. Today I'm going downtown to
lunch with dear friend"
fortunate creature!" Mrs. Graham
sighed. enviously, another wrinkle
appearing In her forehead as she
opened her bag. drew forth a list ana
hurriedly added another une ~
cramped writing. 1--WE Just remem.
Dered that must get something for
the little girl next door. Last year
ner mother sent the baby a book.
and. OF course. she'll expect some.
tning for Betty this year."
Don't you think that is a wror,
conception OF the Christmas spirit
giving because one gets?" Mrs. shaw
asked. Il never will be a party tn
such a mercenary arrangement"
1t doesn't seem quite right. but 7
nate to hurt any ones feelings bv
seeming to slight her." Mrs. Graham
replied, looking out Of the window
anxiously. Mercy! How this train
crawis know won't have time To
guy half the things on my list"
I wish could persuade you to try
my plan." Mrs. shaw said. "outside
me children and the Sunday school
class not a single soul win receive
anytning from me but card express.
ng q Christmas sentiment. You ,
NOW, that is the custom abroad. and ,
is very convenient and pretty ,
me-" po'v
But I'd feel awfuily embarrassed ,
n receiving gifts. especially IL they q
appened to be things really want. q
d. knowing that had sent the donor !
'erely a trifling card" Mrs. Graham
emurred. Wouldn't you feel embsr. .
assed under similar circumstances 30 Z
Not In the least" Mrs. Shaw an. :,
wered, placidly. :
MRS. Graham looked dubious as sha =
smoved a needle from the front al .
sr shirt waist and picked a strand :,
red silk thread from her skirt. at :,
ie could only make up ones mind q,
Degin ones Christmas work early y
the year," she mused. Some os "
friends did and That reminds h.
e; can you keep secret? / cant y,
q afraid. When we were ut tho o.
re last summer Mrs. Kemper kni, 4,
U the most exquisite pale mink a;
rch shawl for Christmas gift" III
How sweet of her!" Mrs. Shaw ex. Cr
limed delightedIy. sand pink. too, r.,
Q knows that pink IS my faycrito hv
or." A thoughtful look came into
+ eyes. =.
1t the next stop the two arose ana &C
the car together, parting when
y reached the sidewalk. {
are In the afternoon when MIRA :ia
mann paused beside handkerchief
nter she bumped elbows with Mrs W..
wv VINO was frantically Inspecting Ne Ne
contents Of various boxes. Her -
n appearance of the morning had A
lsneu and she was disheyelcd ard as
l eyed. 90" -
u 1t isn't tho lsckiest thing to
u you now!" Mrs. Shaw exclaimed. =
you think Mrs. Kemper womb u
lace handkerchief for a giy? |.
Hacked my brains and / can't IL
K OF another thing. There. THAT'S Is
bundle that dropped-all fbesa &
mine. l must have them made h
one. You never know when X
u get things If you have them ~
at this busy season. Fl
ut l thought" began AIRS. q
am wonderingly. n
fine and exquisite. o, Ei
Sc, Mrs. Shaw said. sShe baa FSc
so many love-stitches for me in HS
,ink shawl. By the way, I had a ~
htful visit today with my friend. S
Drought me an exquisite CENTER rs
ner own handiwork. I'VE Just II,
~ ner a dainty short silk III. Et
. ! met Mrs. Horton after I left ~
sne said that Fanny had made AZ
ne sweetest little Irish crochet &;
just love them. got Fanny hi
puckle-young girls love pretty ~
!. ~
mink this is the prettiest hand @i
'ei. IT is the last thing I'm go ~
puy today. I'm completely worn s
rent you? I'm going to run ~
again tomorrow and buy the ~
gifts. caught glimpse of my p!sc
r Jacks wife at the fancy work f",S