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MUTT AND JEFF

OFFICER,JEFF? DID

YOU HOTICE ANV

NO! I WAS TALKING TO A

EUSPICIOUSLÁDKINS STRANGERIA BIG

CHARACTERS WHICH ON DUTY LAST

HIGHT?

BUSINESS MAN!!

HE WAS A

SWELL GUY, TOO!

| NICE FELLA,EH?

WHAT DID YOU SAY TO "HIM?

OH, I JUST ASKED HIM WHAT HE' WAS DOIN'. AROUND AT THAT HOUR OF THE NIGHT!"

WELL, WHAT ́[)OH, HE SEZ HE

DID. HE 'GAY?

WAS JUST LOOKING AROUND! HE SAID: HE EXPECTED TO OPEN A BANK INʼ THE NEIGHBORHOOD!

THE CHINA MAIL, JANUARY 25, 1939.

AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE DID, AND: STOLE/$32,000 CASH,

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THE DAILY SHORT STORY

THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER

was

When Dr. Wade turned away from the telephone his face

grave; Sara, his wife, came into the living-

She had been stand rooth quickly. ing in the hall, listening.

"Hugh, you can't go! You can't! It's Christmas and, the children are all coming home, and oh, it will sim- ply ruin all our plans!"

He

heavily. Slowly he became aware of the warmth. Life came back to his

He looked up and smiled. muscles.

Young Brad Jones was watching him, wide-eyed, dumb gratitude in his face face. Behind him his young wife lay on the bed near the stove, her white and drawn, biting her lips to keep from crying out.

"Merry

Wade

Dr. Christmas!"

and He flung off his coat "Come, son, don't stand there

"Now, now," Dr. Wade said. slipped off his house jacket and boomed. moved around the tree that sparkled hat. with gay ornaments and bright tin- gaping. Plenty of hot water now, and

From the some towels. Step lively!" sel and strings of popcorn.

and Dr. Wade had delivered hundreds closet he brought, his overcoat overshoes, and his cap with the fur- of babies, But this one was different. lined earlapa Sara watched him de- It was different because it was Christ- sperately. Once she glanced toward mas and a storm raged outside, and the window, Snow hissed against the his children were coming home and he wasn't going to be there to greet them. glass.. Wind howled about the eaves.

he had "You can't!" she cried. "Oh, Hugh, It was different because

Anderson's store and We'd stopped in you're ruining, everything!

things that brought planned the best Christmas ever. The bought some children-it's the first time they've tears to Mrs. Jones' eyes, and made it all been home together for years: impossible for young Brad to speak.

*..

* And and you, shouldn't. go out in this

It

was late afternoon when storm."

The storm Dr. Wade stood by the door and Wade started for home. drew on his gloves and picked up his had abated, but the wind was colder, Now that it was over the bag. He looked down at his small sharper. wife whose hair was streaked with doctor's thought leaped ahead, to his

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By Richard Hill Wilkinson

Dr.

grey, whose eyes were anxious and own home and his own children. He desperate, but proud and loving.. A was sorry he hadn't been, there to smile rested lightly on his lips as he greet them. He, and Sara had planned Bless Sara. waited:

many surprises. Without Sara how could he have gone on all these years?

-Sara bit her lip and looked away. When she looked back again her eyes held nothing but affectionate reproach. "You-you-" she said, and "stood tiptoe and kissed him.

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It The coupe was snowed, under. took half an hour of digging with the snow shoes before he could get started.. Dr. Wade backed his coupe out of Once he was stalled and had to back the garage. He was glad that he had up-and plough through a heavy drift. taken the precaution to put chains on Then, with headlights cleaving a white. the night before. With a storm like path through the night, he came upon this the street department, would be the town anow-plough Passing, he leaned out and called a cheery "Merry hours getting the roads clear.

The windshield wiper fought valian- Christmas," and received a gay re- tly to keep the small triangular space ply, Behind the plough the road was clear, but the doctor knew it would be open...

She. and

Sara met him at the door. He supposed only a a losing fight. fool would attempt to reach Bald helped him off with his coat Ridge on a day like this. He hadn't brought his slippers from before the dared tell Sara what his destination fire. Her eyes were shining. was. Then she would have taken on. "The children didn't get here. The They just In the village Dr. Wade stopped and storm held up the train. went into Cy Anderson's store to make 'phonod from the station. They'll be some purchases. An hour later he here any minute, and we'll both be on stopped the coupe: at the foot of the hand to greet them,: Oh, it's going to -road that led up to Bald be the best Christmas ever!"" logging Ridge. Even with chains it would be impossible to go farther with the coupe.

Dr. Wade. smiled and thought of So he produced snowshoes the expressions on the faces of young of the Brad Jones and his wife. “Yes," ho from the rear compartment

And coupe, strapped them on, tied a canvas said, "the best Christmas ever."" pack on his back, tucked his kit under his chin fell forward on his chest and

he slept. one arm and started up the road.

Sara looked at him. "Oh, you-you-" .. she said lovingly and tiptoed out of (Copyright, 1988, By The Associated Newspapers)

The storm had increased rather than lossened in fury. Frequently the room. more frequently than he liked to ad. mit Dr. Wade had to pause to rest, turning his back to the wind. It was.. annoying, to feel that he was getting. old This was work for a younger man.''Belll, younger men were shying away from country practice these. days; and: besides they had different ideas.

It was two hours later when Dr. Wade saw the blurred outline of the ombing Ordinarily the trip would

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have taken him less than thirty The Newspaper - Enterprise › Limited minutes. He knocked and the door opened at once. He stepped inside and lesnéti ainst the wall, breathing