Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1919-12-25

nearty husband welcomed them al
The station and thrilled them with n
ride out to their daughters apart
ment on the elevated railway, II was
A JOYOUS reunion, bnt--as mother said
with sudden break in her voice
1T can't be as II my baby, our Dan.
we're here with Ms too
There. there mother" said fnthar
Morris, patiing her qulvering shoulder
consolingly. "Nou mustn't think about
Dan just now. He'll return TO MS SOM
day when he's become rich and IA
nous. just look here, Julia-and you
no. Fred all the mountaineering
,tuT that Mas brought you from the
farm. Home-churnel, uncolored but
ter rolls those are And here's
hreo stuffed six-pound turkeys that
we're obble-gohbling around the
arms not many days ago. Hey little
Cob, Dyon see those pots of jam
n,I splced watermelon plcklesl And
20 are the Christmas present
nil wrapped and tied ready for the
tree, but not 10 be opened by anybody
until Christmas morning. Here's
why, motherl You've got one parcel
here marked wrongl 1t has Dams
name on 1t!
Mother Morris dahhed at her eyes
with her handkerchief.
l1case. uon't laugh NJ me, chill
drcn,' she said sadly. "It's my Dams
Christmas rs much as it is that for
amy the rest of us, and l. was
hoping that maybe we'd find him here
IN the city now that we've come here
ourselves"
1t was paihetically absurd. that
barren little hope Of the bereaved Old
mother, but none of them even lei
her see them smile at 1t.
The afternoon before Christmas
Julia persuaded her husband to take
little Bobbie downtown so that he
could not surprise her trimming the
tree. Brother Jim and the old folks
went along.
Little Bobbie naturally was most
OF all interested in the toy depart
mcnts and hardly could be made leave
hold some OF the playthings he most
fancied.
"Oh see, daddlel A horsie that
rocks, with name and bride AMI
everything And oh. grandma
lookit! lookitl There's a real live
Santa Claus talking to those other
little boys and girls -
It was indeed. The big store had
hired n rather shabby-looking YOUNG
man that week, who for SIS was sup
posed to sit at the door of an imita
ton snow house and solemnly encour
age visiting Youngsters to tell hi"
their fondest wants in the line of pres
ents. Little Bobbie was impatientlN
waiting in line, holding fast with on'
chubby fist to his fathers hand, in n'
time. Mother and father Morris, ans
big brother Jim watched and waite'
smilingly for them on the edge o
the crowd
"well, my little man. what is you
nameY" asked the scarlet-coated an
long white-whiskered Santa Claus Il
tired. husky voice when Robbie
turn finally came.
I'm Bobhie Wallace, dear Mr.. SAINT
Claus. and live at 5601 Byrne street,
the boy chirruped at him, rcund-eye
and devoutly believing in ;he identit
of Santa. My mammals name is JUL
Wallace and I've got little Bah
sister now, too
The long-whiskered Santa pate
his head in perfunctory WEAKNESS.
"And what do you most want me
nut in your stocking this Christine
Eve, BobbieT he asked with a sid
long glance at the tolerantly smilin
father.
"we-en." drawled Robbie unce
tainly. there are lots and lots :
things 7 wanr awful, awful muc
Mis.er Santa Claus. but ] heard n
mamma say this morning that it
ever 50 much nicer to wish for thini
for those mat love you than for You
self. Sc 1. =. | guess, l ought TO ask yc
to keep my poor old grandma Morri
who's got white hair now, from wo
rying and crying any more over h
boy Dan. You see. Mister Santa, n
uncle Dan ran away from home
long. long tine ago, before ] was Dor
and my grandma keeps saying 81
I can't rest until she sees him agai
She's visiting my papa and MANN
at home now. and saw a present 81
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