Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1919-12-24
LET pHRIsTnIAs sPIRIT REIaN.
Opportunity to Contribute Funds Tor
Relief OF Armenians.

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My dear Reader.
j Wish YOU to regard this little
Christmas story as q personal letter.
It happened one cold, crisp Christ
mas Eve Ave years ago. Twas stand
Ing In front of a brilliantly lighted.
toy storektn a city not necessary to
name Within raj arranged in
splendid masses eyeryhtype of toy to
gladden. the heart OF childhood.
Coming and going in eager, anxious
haste were mothers and fathers, clad
In stylish, as we'll as comfortable
clothes, their faces smiling because
they knew the Joy they were making
ready for the coming morrow. There
were also little ones in that throng
WhOGin their childish cunning knew
full we'll that many Of those self
same toys would hang on their
Christmas trees, placed there by a
mysterious Santa Claus, and they
were glad.
But all seemed to fail or refuse to
see a poor, thinly clad mother, whose
face showed that she had known
brighter, and better days. Cl!nsing
to her hand raj a little girl Of six,
| whose only Christmas Joy would be
the view Of the toys which to-mor-
row would be the actual possession
OF thousands Of happy children. l
watched her for q few minutes and
realized that this was only too true.
Presently a man attired in his every
day working clothes modestly slipped
into the mothers hand q crisp five
dollar bill with the request that she
spend it for the little ones happiness.
I then and there discovered that
there was no eloquence On earth to
compare with a tear-drop glistening
in"a mothers eye, placed there be-
cause Of gratitude.
My dear friend, at this Christmas
season there are two hundred and
nifty thousand hungry, homeless and
helpless orphans, whose eyes are
filled with tears-not tears for
Christmas toys, but tears for bread
to satisfy the cravings of hunger
n to keep their starved and enact
ated bodies from falling by the way
! d n becoming dry bones, to
mingle with the thousands OF others
who have already fallen. There is
no father to hear their cries because
he has been killed by the cruel Turk.
Neither is there any mother, nor will
there be, to wipe away their tears,
for they have been scattered into
the mountains and deserts, in many
cases to see their loved ones
again. Fifty thousand of these
mothers r unwilling victims in,
Turkish harems, where a brand has
been burned into their flesh and the
threat Of death placed over their
heads should they escape, How
many of these will ever, see their lit
tie ones again, God only knows.
Nov, my friends, 1 call upon you.
toS assist in, bringing Christmas to
these little mes. I call upon you in
the name of Him who made Christ
Hasspossible for us all, and said,
14e1 much as ye have done ;itsunto
oneE OF the least Of these We have
done 1t unto Me-" I call upon you,
whether you recognize Him as Christ
or$not; l call upon you in the name
OF suffering humanity. You may not
see the tear-drop Of gratitude come
into the eyes as I.saw it come Into
that mothers on that Christmas Eve,
but their gratitude to YOU will be
far greater, and you shall not lose
your reward.
Simply fill out your check for
whatever amount your heart may
prompt, and forward the same to w.
Banks Dove. State Chairman, 211
Liberty National Bank Building, Co
lumbia, S. c.. Yours very truly,
w. Banks Dove, State Chairman.