T . _ _ > kJ M 1AAA 11LA 11 14 His feet dragged as he: trudged toward the door. He mustn‘t tell her tonight, he decided. He hoped he was capable of carrying. off an act until the day after® br . Open:â€" W‘nq.;x Roemg ‘tol@ him o :fl'l‘ir- pected second child he hnd taken: joh at Morrigin‘s through . $ peration:~Ne longer they Jis their savings. Heésconsidered the jogs3 temporary, but it had lasted seven months with still no prospects of enâ€" tering the field he desired, had seemed sympathetic,, although he . had cooled suddenly the‘ past week. Perhaps in his daydreaming he, had . been inaccurate in his figures. At least Henning spared him any emâ€"+ barrassment if that were the case, but he could have waited until after the holidays to fire him. "And Bob Cratchit thought he w o r k e d for SBerooge," he mumbled, pulling up beâ€" fore his house. ing the door, he let himself in as umnobtrusively as possible. Rosine was Itâ€"would be the last time he‘d beat ithat particular path, ‘he thought grimmly. It was Chr‘stmasâ€" Eve and everybody was in a gay and anticiâ€" patory :. â€"mood. FEverybody,‘ that:‘ is, except Larty.: JIe.hajd been reasopâ€" ably happy until that morning when the wnole world ‘seemed ‘to: have ecrashed a b o u t him. Opening, the door of the car, he slid in behind the wheel and started it toward home. The face of Silas Henning, until fifteen minutes ago his boss, came to hn‘s mind a gg‘i‘\;tz hearg the words that he?t dveadid xe '-f,td Rosine: "I know you‘re not happy in your work, Larry, and it‘s not kair to either one of us when you don‘t put vour best efforts into what you‘re doing. I think, therefore, that you‘d better go elsewhere for=â€"a j0Bb. Today‘s as sgzood a day as any to sexer connections." i + ie + Fired on Christmas Eve! Of course, what Henning had said was true. Larry wasn‘t happy "being :a bookâ€" keeper at Morrison‘s appliance shop. He had always vearned to be a Writer, and wrote numerous short stories durâ€" Shewr ul ing his spare time. .. 1 ; " y aged five, set on a step ladder in the living room, decorating the tree,: while Chuckie, * ~* ‘1_':. 4â€" ‘cupine â€" Cobal Timmins â€" Schumacher â€" South Poreupine â€" Cobglt ‘ oo ons on o on n Oe e e us ©os 3 i n the foor s=og at the }4¢ irtoge toak: 22. 32 in 6. P T . i. L. BE NS C $ * 1j , l@tter for you on .,U. 0 W‘Flom( "â€" Mis ~heart le'uféd her words and he hurâ€" Ii mm the radio. He picked~up the ‘letter at the same time she anâ€" Swered, "Truth magazine." Besides preserving the foliage, the waterglass spray adds to the decoraâ€" tive effect of the spruce by leaving a slight silver sheen to the green of the needleâ€"like leaves. The waterglass also has been found to be a good fire retargant. Dropping needles or leaves of Chaa$t â€" n’la§8ߢ3f "which strip the . tree:?:)f solor andilitter the floor, long hgiw been a Yulétide bane. Therefore, ithe discovery of the New York State Colâ€" lege of Forestry that waterglass spfay will prevent the spruce leaves from falling comes as welcome news tO family and housewife alike. The college found that the shedding leaves also can be retarded by placing the base of the tree 19 . ‘of moist earth, peat moss or piness in her voice cas he repM¢ed then kissed Chuckie and startedéy the kitchen. Treating Trees To . Préserve Needles â€", "I found that article you wrote on yoqur son and the atomic age and sent it in to Asherton," Henning exâ€" plaired. "He‘s a gcod friend, of mine and editor of Truth. Well â€"I won‘t heold you, L a rry. Just wanted. to wish vou a merrty Christmas." _*"*Merry Christmas, Mr. Hennng," Larry said as the telephone clicked ‘at the other end. "Merry Christmas â€"â€"â€"and thanks for the best one ever had." st~ gf'%ï¬e}‘ ?i‘ ato Henning! I didn‘t know ‘ve yenst:t ‘SAM BUCOVETSKY LTD. gï¬?: C s he n%fl id started Eo1 'rc :‘ you on «the i# .. ... very happy New Year, too. The Ssgff an\d‘Manag‘ement 1« Wif esmm« ‘mï¬wï¬Â» en is UE sn * * m (3 (% 3 THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO NORTHERN TELEPHONE Co. Ltd. g:" i mjoy every day in holiday spirit‘ ~~Warm Welcome for St NWel PNESpAY, CECEMBER 233rd, 1948