UKGKG ae" se 30 30 30‘ @4 Nx Ni. Th , k ;5 w ’ â€" Phone 3795 and 3796 14 Birch istreet North %@mmmmmmmmwwwwwmm“ .. To use * EWO CEA W Ne 2 0 t e TL mR TTEAAA * gg@@@g@gggggï¬mt@ï¬m m ie‘ 30 10 _ 16‘ _ N: |: t *k M mggï¬gï¬ogggggg@t@@u@% ET MOVING, PACKING, CRATING, SHIPPING, MODERN STORAGE 85A Third Avenue â€" Phone 510 C .. *T3 (Nerry G‘h.“.‘i May the glow of your Christmas candles reflect all of the joys and fulfill desires of the past We value this opportunity to wish you . . . UNITED MOVERS Merry Ch:'llstmas Happy New Year Cor. Algonquin Pine Ragk agh. nistmes ;. io "I‘ll ‘help @ecorate it,"‘ Denny said. ‘"I did last year." Marge preéssed Denny close. ‘""I know, dearâ€"" she said. Poignant memories of last Christmas crowdâ€" ed her»so that she couldn‘t talk for a moment. She could see Joe ?eter- ing on the ladder to put the star in the top of the tree. "I can help, Mommy. . . ." Denny insisted. bankeg there. "DENNYâ€"!" The echo of her voice came back to her in mocking horror across the white stillness of the little yard. A cold wind swept against her as she stood at the gate looking up and down the street and calling Denny‘s name. It was a horrible moment, one in which she knew she must have aged twenty years, and one in which she saw in heart wrenching clarity her unfairness to Denny in harboring a selfâ€"cenâ€" tered grief over"her loss of Joe to the extent of his safety, his protecâ€" tion, his veritable happiness. ‘"‘You could, dear, but we don‘t want a tree with Daddy gone. Someâ€" day, dear,â€"oh, I hope it never comes to youâ€"you‘ll understand why Mommy didn‘t want a Christâ€" mas tree!‘‘ She rose to her feet hurriedly feeling a rush of tears. "I‘ll get your wraps, Denny, and you can play outside in the bnow for awhile." , ; 4 .' B. : . + 4 F l Shadows lengihened“ in thé littlb‘ hoflse before it came to Marge with frightening realization that if had been all of three hours since Denâ€" ny‘d left the house. uen is PR Ts "Dennyâ€"DENNY!‘" She ran out on the porch and down the steps, her slim unprotected feet and legs sinking into the deep snow that ha A familiar wagon made the turn at the end of the street, and Marge recognized old Oliver and his load of Christmas trees. His chant rang out again, ‘"*Buy your Christmas tree now! Onâ€"lâ€"y two dollars. . . ." â€"Marge shrieked against the wind, "Oh, don‘tâ€"please don‘t!‘"‘ Then she saw Dennyâ€"little brown garbed Denny sitting up in the seat by old Qliver! _ The wagon stopped by the gate, and old Oliver grinned as Denny climbed down into Marge‘s reachâ€"" ing. arms. "He likka th‘ ride.*~ Marge didn‘t give him a chance to talk,. "Do you have our tree, Oliver?"‘ she asked. _ Cns ts ie C e i lï¬ n t s 0 ds m m t t Old Oliver chuckled and jumped down from the wagon. "All‘a week I‘ve had your tree," he said. "Just put it in the yard," Marge told him. ‘"Why, Denny and I corldn‘t do without our tree!" T8, OnTAiO "That was false news, dear," he said. "Do you thinkâ€"but you sureâ€" ly know now! I tried to find you, Amy, but Z lost all trace of you." Amy lgtighed and her cheeks colâ€" ored. "I wouldn‘t have come toâ€" day," she said wistfully, "but for a person named Clarabelle. . . ." "Clarabelle?" Amy nodded. "It‘s a queer little story, Lance,‘"‘ she said, and then she wondered with a little gloating, what Clarabelle, and all of Donoâ€" van for that matter, would think when they heard! She was startled when someone stood at her shoulder suddenly. ‘"‘Hello,‘" he said. Amy‘s heart fluttered in recogâ€" nizing his voice. She looked up. ~"Why, Lanceâ€"!" It was all she could manage. SuP Nt s wl oA bered," he saxd chucklmg habpxl _ "But, you marrfied, Lance, I heard." She couldn‘t help saying â€"He sat by her at the table and covered her hand with his. 126 Toke St. PHONE 1876M Timmins # | KE AF APC mwmwmmwmmmmm § x 4 ~â€" GOLDFIELDS HOTEL (Timmins) LTD. Cor. Algonquin Pine with good cheer, good health and good friends. _ May your Yuletide be enjoyed Phone 33