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T^urnittxre 6hri5tinas -V. //• THE YEAR FOR PRACTICBL GIFTS Nothing more acceptable or lasting than a good comtortable rocker. Anyone would appreciate such a gift. if i to JO m ft* m Make Your Home a Present A beautiful bed, complete with springs and mattress. We carry sagless, double deck and coil springs. Mattresses in all grades. Complete Line of Cf < „ CL* J okates, okis ana Sleds Remington Pocket Knives in gift boxes Nothing better for the Boy or Girl on Christmas Day. Safety Razor sets, etc. Kendrick Hardware Co. "Exceptional Service'' ; i j : ! j ! [ ; 1 1 ! } 1 1 Professional Cards DR. A. OTTERAAEN PHYSICIAN Phone 832 KENDRICK. IDAHO Dr. William T. Seeley Physician and Surgeon Leland, - - Idaho Dr. S. A. Roe Practice Limited to Diseases of the Eye, Ear, Note and Throat Glasses Fitted Office Over Beach's Store LEWISTON, IDAHO Dr. D. SMITH, Dentist Office hours 9 to 12 1 to 4 Phone 742 KENDRICK, IDAHO KENDRICK [LODGE NO. 26. A, F* (SL A. hi. Meets every second and .last Thursday of the month E. W. Lutz, W. M. M. B. McConnell, Secretary. When Yon Are Constipated. To insure a healthy action of the bowels and correct disorders of the liver, take two of Chamberlain's Tab lets immediately after supper. They will not only cause a gentle move ment of the bowels without unpleas ant effects, but banish that dull, stupid feeling that often accompanies constipation. Let a Foreign Foe Appear, This Reception Committee Waits « 1 « *m ! IIS is a 12-inch coast defense gun in action at Fortress Monroe. The) weapon is of the disappearing pattern. It pops up "over the top, "J bangs away and vanishes—so far as the foe can see. It is the most powerful gun of its type. ii iiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimimiiiiiiiimiiiiit The Evergreen Tree By Ckriitopkir G. Hazard II llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll (©. 1U22. W untern Ncws|>u|ht Colon.) T HE servants had retired and left the old lady alone. She sat be fore the decorated and lighted tree that was burthned wi'h gifts that seemed to have no destinations. For Mrs. Stone was long past the wanting of gifts and no companions, young or old, sat with her, because she wished to be alone with her memories. She was not as alone as she seemed to be, for, in the great chair opposite to hers memory placed the fairy figure of the child who Itad glanced and danced about the house and under the Christinas tree of long ago. Beside her there sat one who seemed to lay his band again upon hers in happy and satisfied affection, while there bent over her the strong and tender youth who was onee her hope for later years. Again the old house seemed full of joy, and noisy merriment drove out the deathly stillness, while the tree that is always green spoke of the immortality of happiness. The nest day, when the servants dismantled the evergreen tree, it was found that every gift was marked with a name, and they were busy that Christinas morning in distributing new happiness about the neighborhood. \ The Christmas Dolly \ n: Ji Christmas "Dream \ \ LUELLA KERSTEN w w HE spacious farm house living room was unlighted and quiet. The outlines of several large arm chairs were visi ble here and there about the room and made It look tempt ingly restftti. The table which stood between the two windows wnR not untidy hut held several opened hooks and many letters strewn about a letter file. One of the large armchairs stood in front of the massive coal stove in which tile blue flames danced like lit tle elves upon the red coals, defying heartily the howling wind outside. Some one seemed to have been pres ent recently. The chair held a hath robe, the cord of which dangled care lessly on the floor, and the tassel of which rested upon an open letter be low it. Some one had been rending old letters and thnt person was cozily nestled in the hath robe. His tousled head of grey rested on the back of the chair. He was sleeping and cer tainly was having the happiest of dreams for a smile took possession of his face. The flames joined in the happy mood by dancing higher ami faster. Even peaceful and happy hours have endings. Mrs. Bohnenstock had come quietly Into the room nnd gently shook her husband. "No, no, Helen." said the man with out opening his eyes, "I am too old to dance and romp." "Helen? Whom are you talking of? I do believe you have been dreaming," answered his wife. At the sound of her voice, he was entirely awakened and arose from the chair. He stnggered about before he regained all consciousness and his arms and legs ached from their cramped position. "I guess I've been dreaming, Molly, it seems ns though I'd been asleep for a whole year. Molly dear, why didn't you call me? My stock must be fed and it's way past feeding time now." "Do not worry about your stock, George. It has all been taken care of. John Uglow came over this afternoon nnd we talked about our Christmases when our hoys were small. When It began to grow dusk, lie said that I should not disturb you nnd that he would fetal the stock." "Well, Molly, so you and John talked over the Christmases we had with ottr little boys, - .' said Mr. Bohnenstock sinking back into his chair and beck oning his wife to sit on the arm of It. "I am glad to see that others miss those beautiful holidays and the whole month before, when the air was full of mysteries." "Ob, George, now I know what you were talking of when 1 came to wake you." Molly said, running lier fingen: through ids tousled liair. "Tell me about it." "I was reading some of the letters from Henry, for I'd been thinking of hint all day," began her husband. "The last letter I read was the one we got from him last year just before Christmas, In which he told us how tie and Jane were planning Christmas for the youngsters, nnd how he hoped that another year lie would be home with us. I sat here recalling the many Christmases you and I had planned for our children. Molly, do you re member the year we had the Uglow hoys over for Christmas eve?" lie ex citedly continued, half rising from his chair as the happy past came back to his mind in jumbled snatches. "I can see them now. the four hoys and two girls sitting around this very stove, telling the Christmas stories which they had learned in school. Then, how their eyes bulged and their mouths opened when Santa «nine into the room. The children danced with glee, hut the girls were a hit timid. The hoys, however, were real chummy and asked Santa many embarrassing ques tions about Ids trips. AH this he said slowly, pausing now Hiid then so that he could live it over again, lie looked up into Molly's face, for she had been very quiet, and there he saw big tear drops rolling slowly down her thin cheeks which now Showed a delicate pink flush. "Well, well, Molly," began her bus band. "Don't, George, I know it's foolish for me to cry, but I wish we could bave a tree and children to fuss for. Christmas comes and goes now with out much excitement and it makes me feel as though I'm getting awfully old." "Molly, let's have a tree and we will get ready for Christmas Just ns we did long ago." The next morning, the happy cou ple took a trip to the woods to choose a tree. By the twenty-second of De cember, all the things were finished. George found Molly sitting before the fire looking very sober. This fun and No she to a as ing. up I "Molly, why do you look so blue? This is the time for everyone to be happy." "I know it, but, George, I think our fun Is over. Ail our planning is done and we have no one here to enjoy it. No children's voices to sing the lovely Christmas songs. Oh, I shall miss it," she said sobbing. "We still have three days in which to find children. We are going to have a Christmas just as we want it. I feel as though this will be the happiest." The next night, they again were cuddled in the big armchairs drawn before the stove. Botli of them were deep in thought, wondering and hop ing. Both of them started when the telephone rang, breaking up their thoughts. George answered and was astonished when he heard a telegram read to him. He hung up the receiver with a slam and ran over to Molly, threw his arms about her, picked her up nnd carried her around. "George, tell me about it. What has happened?" "Molly, I can't talk, I'm so happy. I knew we would find children but now I mustn't keep you in suspense any longer. It was a telegram like SÊ5 W ê^ 3. rtfV mt "No, No, Helen." this. 'Family coming to spend Christ mas on the farm. Arrive on noon train tomorrow. Henry.'" Now Molly took her turn in rejoic ing. She danced about the room. Her face was pink nnd her eyes sparkled tike an overjoyed child's. "We must get tlie toys ready for tlie children," she said, arid immediately went off to make a new dress for a doll. The next noon, George and Molly were standing on the station platform, trembling with excitement. The by standers could tell that something un usual whs happening for the old peo ple. Finally the train came. "There they are! I see Jane and Helen. Where Is Henry?" cried Molly. "Here, Mother," answered her boy and he picked her up and kissed her. "Didn't know me, did you?" That afternoon, the big doors to tha living room were kept closed. The chil dren suspected nothing for they wer« busy exploring the farm. In the evening after they cam« from church, the doors to the living room were opened ; the children were so happy that they danced about tha tree and excitedly grabbed one parcel after another. In their excitement they could not untie the packages so their father and mother and grand parents were called upon to help. Helen came to her grandfather with rdl of hors, hut Junior was not so par tial. After the children had seen all their presents, and the others had ex changed theirs, Helen and Junior sang songs and spoke Christmas pieces. After tlie candles were lighted, lit tle Helen came tripping over to her grandfather, "Come dance around the tree with me and my dolly. Grand father." "No, no, Helen ! I'm too old to dance and romp," he answered. "George," Interrupted Molly "those are the same words you used the day I found you sleeping In the armchair after reading old letters." "Well, well, that's so," exclnimed George, "This Christmas has been ex actly as I dreamed It." Henry leaned over and whispered to his wife, "I'm glad we came. I didn't know how much It would mean to them." _ Easily Managed ■ W ■ .t. A. .«■ A A A J . -t- .1. -•»- - I ÏTTTT ITVVT W V T VVVtVtTVVVT Y OU must believe In Santa Claus If in neglect you would not paus* And see the holidays drift by And bring you nothing but a sigh. He may not greet you if you wait In idleness and selfish state For him upon his way to start To grant-the wishes of your heart. For he his ways makes known to m en Hy means that are beyond our Ken, And as his journeying vast is made He uses many a masquerade. So if a scarcity you fear In the supply of Christmas cheer. Just hustle like a willing elf. And be old Saat» Claus youreelL - ^ Mrs. Ta ura M. Hoyt Recommends Chamberlain's Tablets "I have frequently used Chamber lain's Tablets during the past three years and have found them splendid for headache and bilious attacks. I am only too pleased, at any time, to speak a word in praise of them." writes Mrs. Laura M. Hoyt, Rockport, N. Y.