You Want to Make Some
one Happy for Xmas!
Why not give her a nice bottle of perfume, or
some stationery in a pretty holly box or a nice book?
He would like a book too—We have an up-to-date
line of these things.
Come and Make Our Store Your
Headquarters
Meet your friends here, come in to look, even
if you do not buy. We have the Xmas spirit and
gladly welcome you. Take the children some of our
chocolate and nut candies.
Prompt and Efficient Service, Economy in
Price.
RED CROSS DRUG CO.
"HAULED IN’' TWO PERSONS.
“For saving two persons from
drowning, a Girl Guide, Joyce Buck
ley Yeoman, aged thirteen, of Prest
wich, has received the bronze medal
of the British Royal Humane society.
“While bathing at Llanfairfechan
she saw a man and girl in difficulties.
In correct life-saving fashion she
took the man by the head and, with
the girl clinging to the man’s arm,
she brought them safely to shore.
“She then dashed off to breakfast.
Questioned as to why she was late,
she said. ‘Oh, I’ve just been hauling
in two people.’ ”
TOPIC FOR POOR MEN.
“Here comes a man with a pet
economic theory.”
“What shall we do?”
“I know. I’ll introduce you as a
man who has a pot of money.”
“Well ?”
“Then he’ll know right away that
you’re not interested in any economic
theory.”
DON'T CARRY GERMS TO BABY.
If yru must kiss the baby don’t
do it just after you get home from
office or afternoon tea, and especially
if you rode home on a street car. Dr.
Effie Lobdell issued this warning at
a hospital clinic. She said there are
all sorts of germs lurking about
after a street car ride.—Exchange.
A POSSIBLE REASON.
<cWhy is the stork picked ouf as
the bird to travel with the doctor?”
“I think it must be because he’s
got such a beautiful bill.”
SILENT NAVY.
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Lady—On a submarine ? How
jolly! And what do you do ?
Sailor—I runs forVd, mum, and
tips her up when we wants to dire.
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THE WIND TRWELER
By IZOLA FORRESTER.
For the past month the studio direct
ly opposite the library windows had
been most interesting. Evidently it
was occupied by a sculptor. She
caught glimpses of clay models and
plaster casts on long bare shelves. It
looked cool and restful in the room.
There were long, dark, green-mesh
curtains at the windows and a north
skylight overhead. Regarding it all
once more, Peggie turned and resumed
writing to her best chum at college,
Nan Carruthers.
“He works incessantly. I think the
new one is Diana because she seems
to carry a quiver, but maybe it’s a
Greek girl with a jug, I mean jar. Oh,
Nan, how wonderful it must be to
really live right in an art atmos
phere. You don’t know how interest
ing he looks, though, Nan, and I don’t
even know his name. I don’t even
want to know it. Distance lends so
much enchantment to this special
view—”
“Peggie! You’re wanted at the
phone,” called Frances from below.
“Mother’s at Peabody & Weston’s, and
she can’t remember whether you said
to get raisin- color or more on the
hyacinth.”
Peggie went down quickly, without
irritation at the interruption. In
fact, Peggie hardly knew what irrita
tion meant. She had been blest at
birth, the family said, with unfailing
good temper. The world was rose
color to her and infinitely good to
live in. She patted Jack’s head lov
ingly as he wedged by her on the
stairs, and tried to think just what
would be best to tell her mother so
she would really get the right tone.
Her voice floated clearly upstairs,
while Jack strolled into the library
with a captive ant in a capsule box
and several peanuts in his pocket.
“Why, dear, it’s a sort of betwixt
and between. No, no, not a true rai
sin tint. Remember, amethystine in
a dull glow. All right, dear. Thanks
so much.”
Jack squeezed by her again on her
way upstairs and smiled seraphically,
with his hands behind him. He was
seven and utterly full of guile. In the
room below fie worked^ leisurely, hap
pily, constructing his balloon from a
nice, oblong cream sheet of paper cov
ered with Peggie’s rather large hand
writing. And finally he launched it,
his wind traveler, from the broad bay
window, and eyed it rapturously as
the breeze caught it and bore it
straight up and over the way. It
rocked and dallied it, it coquetted
with it like a leaf, and finally it. bore
it lazily into the open window of the
studio opposite, where Winthrop Ab
bott worked on the new design for the
municipal fountain, a Nereid holding
up a dolphin.
It lay on the floor near his foot,
and as he stepped back he glanced
down and read:
“He works incessantly. I think the
new one—maybe it is a Greek girl
with a jug.”
Right here the labor for the foun
tain stopped. Winthrop took the little
paper balloon and slowly opened it.
He read it over carefully, looked
around at the open skylight, and went
to his window to test the way of the
wind. And he saw the launcher of
aircraft at the bay window opposite,
a round-faced, curly haired laddie who
waved at him excitedly and called,
“Did you get it?”
And then at the window above ap
peared a face that might have posed
for his own fair Nereid maiden, a
startled, wide-eyed, anxious face that
vanished almost instantly, and Win
throp prepared to return the wind
traveler.
Peggie did not appear at that first
visit, but when he dined there, two
weeks later, shy-eyed and rather cool
in manner, Peggie sat next to her
mother, and she wore the gown the
tint of a California grape bloom. Win
throp thought she looked clad in a
cloud of dawn, with her slender white
throat above and gray eyes and chest
nut hair.
He listened mechanically to his
host’s congratulations. The Nereid
was accepted. Mr. Chalmers was the
chairman of the municipal committee
on art. But Jack, sitting beside Fran
ces on the opposite side of the table,
knew far more than his father of the
workings of their distinguished guest’s
mind. After dinner, just for a mo
ment, Winthrop found her standing
with Jack at the bay window, and
joined them. Jack smiled up at him.
“I sailed it out of this window,” he
said.
“God bless you, Jack,” murmured
Winthrop fervently, and Peggie
flushed. He bent over her longingly.
“Does distance really lend so much
enchantment, lady fair? Are you
angry with me or the wind, Pier
rette?”
“I don’t think you should have read
It,” said Peggie, trying to look twen
ty-nlne instead of nineteen._
gravely. “You ought to thank
Peggie did not reply,.but
smile curved the corners
mouth'.
a little
her
Guardian’s Sale.
| Notice is hereby given that in
I pursuance of the authority and
'directions, contained in the de
cretal order of the Probate Court
of the Northern District of
Woodruff County Arkansas,
made and entered on the 7th. day
of December 1916, in a certain
| cause pending in said Court in
j which Lee Huddleston by his
Guardian G. W. Huddleston, in
an Ex parte Petition present
said cause to the Court, the un
dersigned as said Guardian will
offer for sale at Public vendue to
the highest bidder, no bid to be
considered for less than three
fourths of the appraised value,
in front of the Bank of McCrory
in the Town of McCrory in the
Northern District of Woodruff
County, between the hours for
judicial sales, on Saturday the
6th. day of January 1917, an un
divided One Half Interest in and
to the following described real
estate situated in the Northern
District of Woodruff County, to
wit:—
^The South West of the North
East; The North West of the
South East; The North Half of
the Fractional South West, all
situated in Section 19 Township
8 North Range 1 West and the
South West of the South West of
Section 20 Township 8 North
Range 1 West.”
Terms of sale: Approved se
curity not less than three months.
Given under my hand this 7th.
day of December, 1916.
G. W. Huddleston.
Guardian of Lee Huddleston.
Adv. 12-8-4t.
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