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® hoifi t in d ds in â€"oallih,._... s lt ts Aâ€"â€" ‘ mas there had been Jimmy and a *L",j’gg § td 7 lt jas:: Noh * By Maund McCurdy Welch PAZI'!‘! WAS trying to forget it was Christmas. Last Christâ€" Â¥riday, December 19, 1952 was a girl pamed Ann and everyâ€" ‘thing was over. Patti had packed amp and come to this part of the or Christmas trees in Patti‘s Pie lndm?:‘ke Shop jus';‘o:mone of ontt;e avenues. was only Patti with her brown curls and mellow brown eyes and the long @:.‘ defl.l'ie," She'xld dlki;)ofi;fl‘ POF. XMZ €DOUISC 1 UOH C tti looked at the wreath an i5 ; & sick pain caught at her heart. | ,h:: tFe ’:s;s t:h]:e l:iglr?t &Lenre.boghe: Then the;e was e:‘;’e "elbw‘andlm‘said. ‘Do you have a wife by the operator who worked in a br name of Margaret and a little boy emm and later the little boyJ named Tommy?" who ays stopped by from "Yes, yes, I do." school. He had such sad blue eyes| «ppc), you‘re the right Thomas it made Patti‘s heart ache. Patti| pyr, They want you to come always gave him a huge slice of home." . pie and he ate it wish relish, Dut| ©a>s vou sure Margaret wants When he saw the wreath his eyes brightened. "Gee, that‘s When he saw the wreath, his eyes brightened. "Gee that‘s pretâ€" ty. You goin‘ to have a Christâ€" mas tree too, Mis‘ Patti?" Patti started to say no, but choked. Instead she asked, "Don‘t you have a Christmas tree, Tomâ€" He shook his head. Patti said, her voice still choky, "Then we‘ll | have one here. You can help me! trim it." the sad bewilderment of his eyes never seem to go away. m y?" i't;ow live. _ 0 theve were no hplly | _ Patti nodded. "I‘m very sure," ‘and the young man thanked her, turned to go and almost collided | with another tall young man who ‘had just come in. He was looking at Patti with his whole heart in [‘nis eyes. "The minute I saw that ‘personal, I was sure it was you. | No one ever spelled Patty with an "1" as you do." Then he reached for her hands. "Patti, | won‘t you forgive me for thinkâ€" ing I could ever love another }girl? Won‘t you let me put this |ring where it belongs?" _ _ _ | _ Patti was choked up with hapâ€" piness as he slipped the ring on | her finger. "Finding you is like a Christmas miracle," he whispered as he took her in his arms. In no time at all the tree wa»| ‘Christkindli‘ Swigg|price.. Tell you what FN do: PH w:‘afumm.fiz Counterpart o.f.“fl‘ :‘fl“w:wz'lh. amyâ€" im Tosn aane 4 on U | Sane Cl T i ] oi ment. ta us ys a â€" ieved in that Kris Kringle stuff, signaionnt por: in ie bures vale: &Mm‘m: and she had to stop to M-mdondChrMmgWh“&;.h»bwu fore answering. At last she said, mm 34. I!t is\ wife a moment later. "We‘d betâ€" Khis Kringle may be Just a symm: | who makes the tounds of Swise | itt Aot $et 10o optimistie though. is Kringle may just a symâ€" s bol, but he‘s really alive in the| homes on Christmas Eve. w turn out to be Now she‘s sick, but if Daddy would come back, we‘d both be happy and she‘d be well." . An idea was slowly dawning in Patti‘s mind. "We‘li see what we can do, Tommy," she promised. Patti hurried like mad and got a personal ad. in the late edition of ore of the big dailies. It read: "Then you‘re the right Thomas Baker. They want you to come were suddenly full of hope It is thought that St. Nicholas died about 345 A.D., and for 30 days following his festival day his genial spirit roamed the earth, filling the hearts of mankind with love and generosity. He gave the gifts without thought of returnâ€" the true spirit of St. Nicholas and Christmas. "Are you sure Margaret wants too?" The ST. NICK‘S SPIRIT young man‘s eyes *** _ ately in need of money, an« so when she came across the Cur rier and Ives print she Mw right off that it might be ible to sell the picture to a collector for a considerable sum. The paint ing was dusty and flyâ€"specke and encased in a heavy, ankiquat ed gold frame, but she carried i down to the kitchen and cleane it as best she could, and ther called in Burt. "Oh, Burt, wouldn‘t Jt be wonâ€" derful if we could! Why, it would just solve everything!" "It‘s been in the attic for years," she explained. "Mother had it a long time ago. And you know some‘ Curriee and Ives prints are worth fortunes." Burt scratched his chin and scrutinized the barely distinguishâ€" able signature. He nodded slowâ€" ly. "You might get something for it at that," he said. "It‘s a Currier and Ives all right, and it‘s sure enough old." But grinned. "Well, there‘s no harmin trying. More I look at it the more I think it might bring a Mrs. Southern held her breath while he bent to study the paintâ€" h s o e O P * ‘Z‘\ ie /\ ‘.,-'r; By Richard Rhefpmedentmages was desperâ€" le sum. The paintâ€" and flyâ€"specked a heavy, ankiquatâ€" but she carried it §HE WATERLOO (Ontario) from the Hydro 20 Family could do. But there. .|_ "Hum," Moe. "*You‘ve ln-h‘t.ltc“*,“- h-m# «w W best," Burt agreed. 3 " _ eaid ~ Mrs, Sothern, “I!c is a lot of money to “h-“l&‘ _m'udmmmgu-.“nymu:: and possibilities, both pro and hhan“m‘omimo con, undergoing various sensaâ€"|his pocket. His wore a doleâ€" mawmumm-mmfigu&wm. n.b-ndwmunfilhd- "I‘m afraid," he said, "that I can‘t ly the door rang and Burt adâ€"|offer you enough to make it mitted Moe Avery. worth your while to sell. I‘m sorâ€" The Commission also take this opportunity to exâ€" tend their best wishes and thanks to the engineers, suppliers, technicians and men and women of. labour whose coâ€"operation has contributed in great measure to the speedy development of new power sources. Wihe Chairman, Commissioners and all of Hydro‘s thousands of employees throughout the Province join with the Municipal Systems in wishing you the compliments of the Season. May this Christmas Season be bright and merry and may the New Year bring good health, happiâ€" ness and prosperity. t is your offer, Mr. Avery*" have got a slight shock I‘ll be running aloni Merry Christmas Yeah, Merry Christmas. . . Yow! MERRBY CHRISTMAS! You bet!"