Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1922-12-21


Its Merry Christmas
time" Connie said to her old yellow
cat. who ever heard of Christmas
without the Merry? SO cheer up,
Prowler. and let's join in the game"
At the little "Shoppe" just around
the corner she stood longest of all.
And all at once into Comics bright
eyes came a speculative light. The
window was full of small framed pie
lures, most of them with the Christ
mas spirit. There were the usual
night-clad children looking up broad
chimneys, there were landscapes of
snowy fields with distant windows
alight-Connie studied them all; she
was seeing in vision the winding hill
road of the place where she had spent
her last summer vacation the church
with Its swaylng bell 10 the steepie,
the queer little bridge over the deep
and beautiful strea ma bridge with
seats along its sides where countless
lovers had sat and courted. The old
lady who had been Comics volunteer
hostess told her. with the pink coming
and going in her withered cheeks.
about the lovers. For 1t was there
that her own husband had asked. and
had been answered-his question. The
way that Connie had CHANGED to visit
this beautiful country place and to
meet there the dear old lady was quite
remarkable chance too She had
started out on the trolley car for one
restful day in the country and had
chosen this station at random And
when she had stopped TO admire the
wonderful roses in the old lady's gar
demand they had spent some agree
able time together-thc old lady, Mrs.
Martha Snow by name, had said:
MY dear, Why don't you come on
and visit me for a week or two? I'm
lonely for young sweet face"
And Connie had gone that was all.
Half her later water colors had been
glorified memories of that delightful
visit. Now Connie had new inspira-
ton She would paint the queer little
bridge over an icy stream. and its
seats should be covered with snow.
She could fancy Just how the trees
would look waving naked branches.
And she'd paint the church in the hol-
low with lights in the windows gleam-
ing over the snow and the bell in the
tower a-swaying for Christmas.
Oh Connie was very happy as she
hurried home to her attic. but there,
In the temperamental way artists
have. She hogan TO draw instead,
working in fever of enthusiasm
the sitting room Of the old house
where She had been n guest, with
Martha Snow herself seated in the
freight, Just half Of her peaceful pro
file showing beneath its halo of white
hair.
There was holy above the old fire.
place and a boys stocking hanging
there. Connie never stopped until she
had completed the picture, then ran
with 1t hrcathlessly to the "Shoppe"
around the corner
Eyes. we win display IT," a smiling
old man agreed
The picture sold Of course YOU
We're prepared for That: but the
strange part was that before it was
sold Connie had added her other views
TO the "Shoppe" window, and her dis
corning purchaser had bought them
every one. While the other Christ
mas studies pleased him not at all;
Connie could not count the number Of
times That she passed that window,
first closing her eyes childishly In the
hope that her picture would not be
there when she opened them. And 1t
was the day but one before Christmas
that the "Shoppe" manager seeing her
peeking about. bcckoned her inside.
you have pleased one of our best
said the manager, ''and
when we mentioned yonr peculiar con-
dition of sale he suggested talking the
matter over with You that You might
both come to a satisfactory bargain.
Our customer thinks that you possess
artistic ability. We have
given him your address"
as he" asked Connie falterinply.
"a philanthropistf"
Some way she did not want her pur-
chaser to be just a phllanthropist and
spoil all future ambitious hope.
Mr.. Armstrong Is man who usual |
" drives pretty shrewd bargain"
he "Shoppe" manager said.
So. though II was early afternoon. /
Connie hurried home TO turn on gas /
,tra
iress so that she might make a favor |
lble impression as a successful young |
yielder of the brush. The purchaser /
night arrive any minute. But II was
he next afternoon when he came and I
Connie was wearing a bungalow
lpron.
The purchaser was young and tall /
Ind good looking. and the golden cat
greeted him with a purrlng rub. which
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