Amarillo daily news. [volume] (Amarillo, Tex.) 19??-current, 1921-05-17
CHAPTER NINE.
which Tells of Merry Christmas bay
In the Little Cottage of the
Widow Moran.


Night and silence are a stern test
II wisdom. For years. the fun loving.
chattcfsomc iil.nklnsop had been their
enemy and was not yet nj peace with
them. Hut Night ana Silence had 9th.
er enemies In the villagc-anclent and
inconsoiablc enemies. II must be said.
They were the cocks u Bingvillc. Every
morning they fell to and drove Night
ana Silence out ~ the plncc and who
shan say that they did not save II
from being hupclcssly overwholmcd2
bay was their victory and they knew
how TO achieve H. Noise was the thing
most needed. So they reused the people
aud called up the lights and set the
grizzlies rafting. The great, white cock
that roasted near the window In the
Widow Moran's hen.housc watched for
the first sign at weakness In the enemy.
when Il came. he sent forth "A bolt VI
sound that tumblcd Silence from his
throne ana shook the foundations VI
the great dome uf Might. II rang over
the housotops aud through every street
and alley la the village. That started
the battle. silence tried In vain to ~.
cover his seat. In "A moment. every
cock la Blngyillo was hurting bombs
at him. immediately. Darkness began
to grow pale with fright. Seeing the
fate uf his ally. he broke camp and fled
westward. Soon the field WIS clear and
every proud cock surveyed the victory
with solemn sense Of large accom-.
plishment.
The loud victorious trumpcts sound
ing in the garden near the window ~
the Shepherd awokc him that Christ.
mas morning. The dawn llght was ON
the windows.
Merry Christmas said the little
round nickel clock in cheerful tome.
It's time Ia get up
lis IL morning." the shepherd asked
drowsily. as he rubbed his eyes.
''Sure it's morning. the little clock
answered THAT hzy old sun IN late
again. lie ought to be- up and at work.
Hes like n dishonest hired man."
Hes apt 20 he slow ON Christmas
morning" said the shepherd.
Then people blame mc and say I'm
too fast" the little clock went ON. "'rhey
don't know what an old shirk the sun
can be. I've been watching him for
years and have never gone To sleep at
my post"
After moment ~ silence the little
clock went on: "Hcllo, Tn. old night
In getting move on Il. The cocks
are soaring II away. Santa Claus has
been here. lie brought ever So many
things. The midnight train stopped"
II wonder who came" said the Ship.
herd.
II guess |, was the Blngs." the clock
answered.
Just then II struck seven.
There. | guess that's about the end
of IT," said the little clock.
"Of WHAT" the shepherd asked.
"Of the nineteen hundred and cigh. |
teen years. You know seven In the
favored number In sacred history. lin
sure the baby would have been born
AT seven. My goodness, There's n
lot Dc ticking In all that time. I've
been going only twelve years and I'm
nearly worn out. Some young clock
viii have Ia take my job before long"
These reflections IL the little clock !
were suddenly interrupted The Shep.
herds mother entered with merry
greeting and turned on the lights
There Were many bundles lying about
She came and kissed her son ana began
To build a fire In the little stove.
'''rhis'll be the mcrficst Christmas
In yer life. laddic boy" she said, ns
she M the kindllngs. ~ great doctor
has come up with the Bings to see We.
lie says he'll have We out u doors In
n little while"
"Ho. no. That looks like the war was
nearly over" said Mr.. Bloggs.
Mrs. Moran did not hear the remark /
Of the little tin soldiers. 30 she ratified |
on:
II went over to the station 90 meet |
'em last night. Mr.. Blcnkinsop has |
brought us u fine turkey. Wen have
n gran dlnned-sure we will an
axes Mr.. Blcnkinsop 10 como an eat
with u.s."
Mrs. Moran opened the rf,s and
spread them ON the bed There were !
books and paints and brushes and