Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1914-12-17

upon tissue paper and seals and all the
other necessities for making beautiful
Christmas bundles.
What Calista saw there made her
freeze in her tracks, as If the high
wind of Destiny, which had borne her
thus far, had suddenly become a dead
calm. Margaret, her beautiful, lovely
Margaret was standing with frightened
lips that twitched and quivered In
her hand which hastily dropped to
her side, but not before Calista had
seen, was clutched photograph. And
the whispered words on her lips re-
peated themselves over and over in
Calista's mind, while amazement held
her dumb. 1T grows worse, the ache
worse as the days go by" Not until
sCalista had interpreted the meaning
of those words did she find her voice;
then she said blandly:
Il came for I'm wrapping up my
christmas bundles" Seeing what she
wanted lying on Margaret's desk, she
went for them.
Meanwhile, brave control touched
the quivering lips of the elder girl. She
was indeed fortunate, she thought,
that it was only Calista WHO had dis
covered her momentary alteration.
For that was what it was. How could
1t be anything else? What girl with
any pride would allow herself to-
No, she hadn't cried The man did
not live who could make her weep
for him.
you'll return what you don't need,
sCalista, dear?" she said, sweetly.
yes" answered Calista briefly, and
went.
And then, just to prove to herself
that she had regained her sanity, Mar
garet Wesley looked again. at that pic
ture in her hand-looked, and felt a
quick contraction of the throat, sud
den piercing sting upon her eyeballs.
And down upon the picture dropped a
tear.
Calista, on the other side of the door,
was saying to herself:
'sShe was going to cry. Her eyes
were teary. 1t was Jasper's picture
she was trying to hide And then.
.childlike, in spite Of her surprise the
gathering forces of her sympathy were
completely overwhelmed to the de
mands of Christmas. And why not?
After all, Calista's mind was too youth
full to be deeply concerned about
lovers quarrels and broken engage
ments and such things. And she had
made such marvellous purchases.
Indeed as they lay spread out on the
bed it did seem as if only a genius or
a little girl could have reached such
sdecmkpns. There was a really lovely
hox Bof handkerchiefs, embellished
Avith gthe pinkest of pink paper, for
bother. That gift had put tremen-
1dous hole in her pocketbook- And a
pair of suspenders for daddy. These
two presents were the first purchased.
and while Calista still held the leash
in her fancy. Afterward, let the sad
truth be revealed at once (but then
Calista was such little girl, how
could she be expected to prove bigger
minded and stronger than grownupsfJ,
she succumbed to this intoxication OF
glittering, cleaning, glowing displayed
wares.
For brother Jim-that nice green
Jie.' Calista hummed softly to herself
"a tune improvised for the occasion.
For sister Nell-that story book. |
hope she reads it all to me. And
baby boy can have that rattle. Uncle
Fred that nice glass pitcher" She
paused and added soto voce: Il got
1t in the beautiful Ten Cent store.
And he's going to be married, SC he
can use it." Then the song went on
And Auntie Madge that box OF
soap" That was from the Ten Cent
store also. but then each cake was
done up in shiny red paper, and'there
were three cakes in box. And sis
ter Kate string Of beads. Once more
the song reverted to everyday speech;
Maybe she'll lend them to me once
AN while cause gave them to her.
sAnd sister Margaret Calis.a
paused aghast The one thing that