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December 4, 1930

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DEC. 4, 1930 Tricks of the Trade CORONA REMINGTON (Copyright.) ONEY, the slimmer folks are startln' to come now and you'll R to take your dip before they get City men are awful mean and I want you out there when they're surf." daddy," Mary protested, "all cityogirls that come here have to go in swimming with and--l'm so lonesome," the girl tragically. know it, honey, but those men have any good intentions te- a poor fishernmn's daughter." tried In his crud.e way to warn but It was so difficult, lle fel| a stranger In the vresence of this young thing who. only yes It seemed, had been a happy, child. Bringing ~ girl up a nmn's Job. anyway. on her p'lrt, accepted the ver- ~[ with poor grace, rose in the morn I at five o'clock and went racing the beach in her little red bath suit. Once in the water she for, her grievance and gave herself tip the sport, ller slender arms |reed in the early mornin~ light her little red cap rose and fell the waves. Since earliest chih]- the sea had been her only piny- Site knew it in all its moods loved it and loathed tt with equM Eat now a great restless had seized her. She wanted a adventure. She,did lint'share her belief that city men were-- I. and watched hopefully each for the sight of a mtlseuline bobbing up and do'(vii in tile surf. "If one should ever eon|e and he to ask to go to my house, then would I do?" slte wondered. :It never once dawned on her that man might crone Into the water ad make not the slightest attempt get acquainted, hut that is exaetly happened. It was the seeom] after the five o'clock schedule Imconm e~eetive that site saw only a few ya|'ds away. turning und over, riding the waves. lie kept entirely to himself. F.ach lie appeared, but never a tl~n did he make. Desperutety Mary her every fancy stunt in the of evoking a word of admire- front her fellow swimmer, bat too. failed. 'l'lten one day an popped lntn her ndnd that el, took Imr breath away. "Maybe--if l made believe drown," ~he t ought. "Surely he'd rescue me tad then he'd have to say something: ~'d Jim( do It like this .... " Site totfl~ a long breath and slipped ln(ler the water. After she had been what she considered the prola- length .f time she reappeared for tleeting instant, called a feeble " and was gone again. In the of a second she felt a strong tu'm around her and soon she was through the water toward the' bcm'h, l)rov:nin~, people shouhl keel) eyes closed, site concluded, so the resisted the temptation to hmk at rescuer. She permitted her limp Iignre to he stretched out on the sand rind pummeled by the energetic young :man. After a while she opened her eyes weakly nnd saw him leaning over her--Ms face white with anxiety. "Gee, I'm glad ymt're alive," he said. g'aS sure you~" "He's wmttlerful,'? she thought and slowly closed her eyes. 'J S Giles. l went crazy," she apologized as he sat watct lag her, his snn- hurned nrats around his knees. "Reckon youql think I'mnetv,~, he s'dd after a nmment. "hat I've been watching y lu ever since 1 (':)tile here and--I'd like to he friends. My P,:lnle's Tom Foster, hilt that wnn't nleflu much to you. [leeknn nolmdy ever Ileal'l of |no ol'/tside my t~WD connty in Wynming. The folks down at the hote'l where 1 stay are all city dlldes froul the East. mid they imven't got tiny use for me. My mother wus Daralyzed for three years anil | took car, e of her till she died last winter. I'd /llways wanted to see the ocean-- brain'/ ever beeu outside of my t~wn' mate---so I took part of my s~tving,~ and came d,wn here. It's the first tr~p or vacation I ever had In my life." "]'In glad you aren't a city dude," ~he said nl last. Then she told hh, of her owu florae llfe and of her fa- ther's warning. "Reckml lie's right.' If yml were mine I'd be worried, too." he answe|'ed gravely. By tacit consent lhey m,,,t each mornh|g on the heath and phlyed like two ehihh'en ia the water. Each i refused to think of the day wht,n I.'os tea" must go hot'k" to his ram.h and lie pUt OFF his dep:ll'ture again and agaln ]t was on a radhlnl nlorlllng when the sun was just peeping Ul) over the edffe of rite sea thai lie forgot Ilia limhlit.v and took her Ill his arms. "Mary, sweetheart, I can't ga off and leave you and I've got to get Imek. I'al crag)" about you. ilow nllnut ale O,V i'~ and you gohtg t ~.ethe'. Reckdn you want toT' he usked. In reply M:wy crept closer into his arms. "Tin snre gbld 1 saved your life that morning." he said niter n while, "hUt I'll never understand how ~ls good a ~wlinlner as yell could come Ih:ll near drownln'. Shows you never know anything about anybody,", he udded gravely. : "You never d~)," lall~:hed ~.;tr.v warmly, bnt nol hy tile Iiicker of an eyelash did tills IUtle Eve reveal tile i tricks of the try]de to her adurlag MOFFAT (Too Late for Last Week) Mr. and Mrs. Chas: Miller of Alder, were Moffat visitors one day last week. While here they purchased' :he Ed Reed house, occupied by Burroughs Martin family. Out of town guests were: Mrs. J. Davey and Mrs. Chas. Werner of Saguache. Other guests were: Mrs. [ Emma De Bord, Mrs. Everett Reed, Mrs. L. J. Campbell, Mrs. Marion Goss, Mrs. J. W. Arthur and C. E. Biggs, Mrs. Chas. Kunsman, Mrs. W. H. Tompkins, Mrs. Gee. Barrier, Mrs. Win. Chiles, Mrs. Jenny Stratton and Mrs. Otto Roetker. A large audience attended the A shipment of sheep arrived here alay, "Two Days to Marry," last!last week for J. H. Neal, which were w~;Ao~, ~,,~,~;,,,, ~,hi~h ~ w,~ntt,~r-taken to the Neal ranch northeast of ;ul,? " 'town part. It was an all school production, The Box soc.ial to be given Nov. and all who rendered assistance are 29th, is given for the benefit of the entitled to great credit. Louise Wer- Xmas. tree. ner gave a piano solo and Helen W.H. Tompkins visited fronds Werner rendered two interesting in Saguache last Friday. readings between acts. Mrs. Arlie Bradley of Crestone, Bloodthirsty Man was a guest of the Ray Bradley fam- ily last Thursday and Friday. Man kills to obtain his food, kills Mr. and Mrs. John Finnell enter- to clothe himself, kills to adorn him- tained a few friends at dominoes self, kills to de%nd hi(use]f, kills to last Monday evening, attack, kills to instruct himself, kills Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Biggs and to amuse himself, kills for the sake children were AIamosa visitors on Tuesday. The Rev. Kennedy wiil hold ser- vices at the Moffat church Sunday, Nov. 30, at 7:00 p. m. Mrs. John Sheets and Mrs. O. L. Biggs honored Mrs. Worley Stratton at a shower on Tuesday afternoon. of killing.--Joseph de Maistre. Hide and Seek Some one has ~ound that when he buys one shirt he givess employment Io 50 persons,, ~nd 47 o,' them do nothing but hide pins in :.~;e ta.q. q BEAUTIFULLY, THOUGHTS OF ....... THE SEASON (Too late for last week) Mr. and Mrs. Noah Mayer, l~r~ and i -.-o~ d The practice of sending Christmas GM::rge~wh:re Mt;:eg'uestC;y:~el~r. ::d, l eards is becoming more common as Mrs. Keys Sunday. ttime goes on. , - . Mrs. Kloster Myer served her A few years ago ano no error( was Thanksgiving dinner Sunday. Those~made to produce a Christmas card present were: Level Klostermyer~with anything like artistic nature ~r and wife of near Monte Vista, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wolfe and two !daughters, Helen and Velma. J. R. Strader and Roscoe made a business trip to Hooper Tuesday. Mrs. Arlie Bradley and Mrs. Loval Klostermyer spent last week in Crestone visiting relatives and friends. Mr. and Mrs." Luther Campbell were in town Monday. merit. It was just a card. Nowadays, however, the best ar- tists available are employed in the manufacture of Christmas cards and the highest priced talent is secure l to write the sentiments. The result is that a Christmas card today carries the thought of the sea- son beautifully expressed on a card that is a true work of art. We have a full line of samples from several of the largest producec~ "nths country. Call and see them READ THE CRESCENT WANT ADS' ~earl iwhiley the selection is full, as LUMBER Will promptly deliver wants from the mill. time and money. FRANK TRICKLE Saguache, Colo. your Save numbers are discontinued t,y the pub- ishers as fast as the issues are ex- hausted. We don't believe boys keep up on these things like they used to. We asked half a dozen boys Sunday where we might find some paw paws l and not one of them knew where an could be found. EVERYBODY OFIDEN They come for 50 miles in every direction to dance to 10reen Frye's Orchestra "The Best Dance Music in the Valley" Wonderful Floor Wonderful Music and Wonderful People Tickets $1,00 Ladies Free Spectators 25c How Kenyon Met His Fate By CLARISSA MACKIV- =_: -. - : ~ (Copyright,) MARK KENYON smiled, Indulgent- ly when bis fl'lends talked about women at the club. He knew that they were nil probably deluded by the "female of the species," and did not really know Just how Jolly and com- fortable a man. could be living alone with s Japanse to valethim while a lesser son of Nippon took care of household matters. "You're a selfish prig of an old bachelor, Murk," said his friend Hugh Cameron one evening. "Muy I Inquire, Hugh, Just wily I should go chasing ar.~und looking for some beautiful girl to fall in love with? Why, man, I am perfectly con- tented nnd happy. Remember, If ! keep out of the game there is always one more girl left for sonic ardent suitor !" "llear the beggar boast!" said Cameron. "Tell tlle truth, Mark ; some- where tn your ndnd or heart, or wher- ever folks hide them. you have an ideal girl. and secretly you are on the look. out for her--confess it, old man !" Mark Kenyon reddened and shook his head seriously. "You are wrong, IIughle--when l meet the right woman. then I will undoubtedly change my mind--in the meantime Just let me be happy while I may, eh?" Perhaps this last conversation with Hugh Campbell set Mark to thinking of women on this particular day, for he found himself noticing that a cer- tain young woman's f~:ce was strange. ly familiar. Then she smiled cheer- fully at him and stopped short In front of him. "I began to think that you had for- gotten us enth'ely. Mark, nntll I no- ticed feeble signs of recognition on your part. Are you in a, or does your well known dislike for women include own o)usins?" "Sue Anderson!" exclaimed Mark Kenyon, and then they both laughed. "The truth Is," lied Mark Innocently, "I was huslly engage,1 over a rather knotty problem in a case I have in court tomorrow, you know." Sue Anderson laughed merrily. "IIonest InJun, Mark? For yOU dhl not look clever at ail--ratlmr moon- struck, indeed l" "That ts when I am thinking the hardest," retorted Mark. "There Is a girl at my house whom I want you to meet--remember when we were youngsters, we used to play with a girl who moved to California --she had red hair?" A grin dawned and settled on Mark's countenance. "Grace Gray." he guessed correctly. "You did remember her? Well, nat- urally, she has grown up and is charm- ing, really, Mark. Do come over Wednesday evening, and play cards--I will have some other people." So Mark promised nnd they parted. and Instantly Mark did forget all about women, so that when tomor- row came. and with It the case he had in court, he made a brilliant appeat for his client. Mark Kenyon was rather pleased with himself as h~ went down to'the Amlerson country place on Wednes- day evenlng. By this time he lind forgotten all about Grace Gray. When he went up to the front door, he ghmced down the plazza's comfort- able length. Only one deep wlcker chair was occupled, and he saw a glint of ruddy hair against the gay cush- Ions. Then a deep volce---the most charming voice he had ever heard~ came from the chnir. "If that Is Murky Kenyon, I wlsh he would give me back my lovely ring!" said the voice. And Mark Kenyon hastened to the chair. "I thought that Gracie Gray gave me the ring," he said. "No, indeed, little girls don't give away precious little hlue stone rings --forget-me-nots done with turquolsea ~to mere boys who pull red braids oE halt, and tease little girls l No, sift'" She was laughing now, such delicious laughter l "I feel meanly guilty," murmured Mark, sincerely, and from his watch fob he detached a small fiat goh! locket. He opened it and disclosed a tiny forget-me-not ring. "This," he said. extending tl~e tiny ring, "is the fatal ring," and for the first tlme In hts Ilfe he gazed fully at the most beautlful girl he had ever seen. Was this creature with glorlous green eyes the plain red-headed chlhl he ha:l known as Gracie Gray? "You have taken such good care of my ring for so many years that I want you to keep it snugly for me until I go back to California," she said and dropped the ring in his hand. In a moment the little trinket was once more hanging on his watch foh, and he was ringing the front doorbell. That was a clmrming eventng and one long to be remembered, for all the old neighborhood "crowd" that used to play together when they were young, talked and laughed and re- called old days; It was odd how they remembered the names of each other's dolls. After that evening, Mark Kenyon took no heed for the morrow--he sim- ply gave himself up to having a good time while Grace Gray remained in the East. Then, one day, he declared that he would follow her West when she went home so as te ask her father an Important question, and Grace had blushed dlvinely and murmured, "Why, father arrived this afternoon~ he is in the library now !" So they went in togetlmr. ~-