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red. too. She slipped out of sight in the excitement uliile the others were finding their accustomed places.

She heard the drummer say, "YBP. we're all going to be famous. Ought to hold a reunion eve year. An annual gathering or the arooners -hey?

She saw Pat Patterson, white- faced, tight-Upped, carrying Skippy.

Then she turned her back mule the bus started off, headed for the New York she would never see. Two hours later as she waited for the streamlfner which would take her as far as Chicago, a, stranger popped out of nowhere with a camera.

"Are you the school teacher -- i

Janet Gregg?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

The man with the camera wlpéd a hand across liis forehead in a gesture which implied the sweat of loll. “Had some time getting here utter we had the wire story about llie stalled bus. I'm from a paper in Altoona —want to talec your picture at llie scene. X marks the spot, stuff, see? And you, accom- lng to the news dispatch, were quite the heroine of the day."

“Not I," Janet answered quickly. “I don't want my picture taken- I don't want to think about the school or the New York bus or anything else." '

But the photographer from Al- toona was persuasive. He had his car. he Irad his camera. The roads were open and ll; wouldn't take long to whiz down there and gel; the picture.

Iteluctantly, Janet went with him. Still reluctantly, she entered the one-room school again. she'd been the girl who had thou'l‘t be- ing snowbound was going to

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"Sit. there," the photographer suggested. pointing to one of the desks. "No glasses. el'l*er. We'll have you a celebrity from coast to coast."

Janet looked up and then down at the desk‘ again. Without her glasses, everything was indistinct, so she stared heard. But no mis- taking this time what was there. No mistaking those newlv carved ls-tlrrs on the varnish. Sh: begun to laugh — and ‘I an to cry.

'1' e bus moved eastward, slowly, laboriously, hours away from New York. The plane had already spanned the skyline of the great city and was ready to land.

CHAPTER XX

Two initials had been carved on the desk, encircled in a heart.

“J. G.—G H"

Janet looked up as the flash- light umnt cfl, showering the room with white light.

How foolish sl1e'd been! George Haven had liked her, Just as she'd thought he had, and then. when the vigil in the schoolhouse was al- most over, she had been tized and cross and snappy, exactly like an irritable schoomahln. So he had gone alvzrv, not caring any long-

er.

The photographer was still talk- ing. "Yes_ these pictures wlll go everywhere. Other photographers will meet the bus along the way but I'll have exclusive pictures of you and tho schoolhhouse where the passengers (lllg in."

l-le was setting up his camera again, looking as he mcpresscd it, for a. "good shot."

Sudden inspiration seized Janet She went to the blackboard and pidtcd up a piece of chalk. "Merry Christmas” she Printed m clear,

bold letters and under it the initials, "J. (IL-G. It might not work, but if it did.

George Haven wou‘d find some I“

way of reaching her. The photo- grapher grinned and snupmd.

t » o Everything was just as Connie Dawson knew it would be.

She had wired ahead the time of her arrival and the name of the hotel where she would stay.

The bellhop had scarcely opened the door when the telephone began ringing.

It was Mr. Higgins of the Press Bureau. "I stayed at the office overtime to wait for you," he said. "How about coming right down and we'll talk this thing over?"

"Give me time to dress." she laughed, But inside, something prompted -"Glve me time to do anything but think."

Her trunks, sent ahead w this hotel eevezal days ago before her plans had been disrupted, were Wflltlng for her. she took a shower. the hot spray of water and then

vthe cold, reviving her.

It was to be out of the wool dress and the wrinkled coat. Good to see the last of the wea- ther-beaten pancake hat.

She chose a simple back street dress to wear to the Press Bureau. The diamond clips had never look- ed more beautiful than they did now, sparkling at her neck.

Excitement hsd erased any lines

of weanness that might have been ln her face. Yes, she was quite the same Con- nie Dawson who had left The Sent- inel, determined to get the job st St. John's.

Lights blazed brightly in the Press Bureau when she reached it. wires clicked with a familiar sound. she felt as lf she had come home -and yet, lt wasn't the same.

'\’Jongratulallons," someone was saying, “You're Connie Dawson."

"Great story," someone else told her. ‘You've had some telegrams el- ready."

Bhe smiled and picked up the few square yellow envelopes- tore the first one open with the shaky fingers. It was from Mr Williams. editor of The Sentinel. "Nice piece gt work. we're playing the story

And then Mr. Higgins came out, harried but slnllln . A real news- l)llpf‘l'll1llll_ she coud tell at first sight. Not unlike Mr, Wl'llems.

"Might lntezest you to know I broke in tinder your grandfather years age." he said wthout pre. llmlnnrlcs. "BSOn the papers yet?"

She plcksd up newspaper from the desk. There was the story and

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under the headlines, the sweetest name e. reporter can ever see-her own, in s by-line. It failed to thrill Miss Connie Dawson.

The story had spread across the continent-everywhere as far and as fast as wires could carry It. But she wasn't seeking it in print. She was remembering it as it had been through those endless hours.

"We had a scoop on everyone, thanks to you," Mr. Higgins said brusquely. “A head start means a lot on a story of this kind. We're getting photographs now pictures of the scene, Goin to have camera men at the terminal when the bus comes in, Want to go down?"

She shook her head. If she went dovm. —if she saw Pat Patterson and a little boy namcd Skippy, she'd be lost all over again

"How about letting me take you out to dinner and we'll see if you can convince me l made a mistake when I cancelled your assignment to Newfoundland? Of course," and here he laughed. “I didn't know I was mixing up with a dynamo."

When they went. outsdie Connie noticed for the first time that. the cit sparkled. Snow here_ too, but no the snow as she was remem- bering lt. Instead it was a back- drop for lights and color and crowds. something the merchants had OLdCY-EII to sci. the pflce for the holiday shopping,

Windows of the stores were lavish with Christmas gifts. Lovely things spilled out of great golden horns. Ce lophane trees gllstened with costly trinkets.

“I've forgotten." she said, manv dnys to Christmas?"

"Eleven. Not so far off, ls it?"

"No, very close" She began to figure. By the time her credentials were filed and the necessary papers in order, she':‘ ncf have a day to spare if she were to reach Jerry llfarsh when she had promised,

The thought put fresh spring in her step, momentarily Jerry was her reason for wanting to gel; to Newfoundland. But could she ever go to him this way -and be happy?

She was scarcely aware 0i where Mr. Higgins was taking her except that finnl‘v they wen‘ into a build- I118 and stepped into an rlevntor which zoomed miles upward. And when they got off they were in a skytop restaurant.

She said, “Funny what twelve

hours can do. At nine o'clock this lnOFHIHg I was at the end of the world. and at nine tonight I'm on top of it." -For some foolish reason her eyes filled with tears. "What you need." Mr. Higgins proscribed with typical newspaper dispatch. sclld food —st.eak and potatoes and a chef's salad. Thotll steady you."

She shook her hcud. No, that wasn't. what she needed. she knew now she shouldn't have gone down to the Press Bureau in such a rush, If she'd locked her door at the hotel, turned cff tue lights . and slept evezythlng would have been sane and reasonable in the morn-

g. The same llghteadcdness she'd felt. in the schoolhouse was threatening again, Only this time she didn't have Pat to steady and encourage her

Mr. Higgins ordered dinner -in. troduced her as elquaintanccs came up. He knew everyone —was proud cf the girl he had in tow.

"Read the story of the bus mar- ooned in the All-eghcnies?" he kept asking.

"HOW

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Tbs annual Candle Light Carol Service by Zion Presbyterian Choir was greeted last evening with an exceptionally lar e audience as these carol servces are always looked forward to by music lovers.

Miss Rena Wood. Organist and Director who arranged the nicely varied pron-am, is to be congrat- ulated on her fins choice and excellent rendition of the solos and combined singing of the Senior and Junior Choirs and of their work as individual choirs.

The church with its rich decora- tions o! spruce, flowers and candle light mode a. suitable set- tizv-fortbocsrolsingeresndthe audience left with the true Christ- mas spirit revived in their hearts.

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"O Little Town of Bethlehem" — R€dfl9l".—S€l'llOl' and Junior Choirs

"Chime! Ye Bells of Heaven."- Shelley. -Senlor Choir.

Silent Night" (Book of Praise. No. 172 --Gruber. —Cholrs and Congregation.

"You bet—"

"n11; l5 the girl reporter, Connie Dawson. who phoned it in. was on the bus herself. and as soon as the plcughs came though she raced to a farmhouse and got her story to us. She's c girl from a newspaper family. Going to make a name for herself one of these days "

Connie smiled and bowed and an. swered questions. This was the tri- umph she'd thought she Wanted- Shefid been so sure when she had started out from The Sentinel that she could convince the chief of the New York Press Bureau. And now. by some odd trick of space and time and snow, she had achieved her purpose --and wasn't satisfied.

Mr. Higgins looked up from his plate, obviousiy relishing the sizzling steak which rested there. "Why don't you eat?" he asked. “You won't g-et food like this when: you're going."

“You mean lnsn '2"

“Sure! he said, you're the re- porter for that job. all right, Per- liaps I was being old-fashioned and too conservative when I said lt was n0 place for a woman. You are young and inexperienced but you know a story when you see one and you can handle it-well, like old Dawson's granddaughter. When do you want lo start?"

Connie's fork cluttered on the floor of the very exclusive skytop icstaurunt but she didn't hear it.

When did she want to start? Right away, of course. She had a date for Chzistmas -the most im- portant date of her life.

"Mr Higgins)’ she heard herself saying from a long way off. "I have something to tc'l you."

CHAPTER XX!

As the chief of the Press Bureau stared, frowning and perplexed. Connie Dawson found herself un- able to utter a word.

"You hud. something to tell me." he prompted.

What she wanted to tell him was going to be difficult to put into logical sentences. She'd known it. herse‘f all along, of course. She wanted more than anything else to be free of the Christmas Spirit, Inc, so she could go on about her own life. If she took the coveted job which Mr. Higgins offered her. she could never be free of Pat.

"I'm going to marry a flier who's stationed in Newfoundland," she began. "That was the real reason

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I wanted the Job S0 badly —-Wl)}l“-‘d to get there before Christ-mas. "

My, Higgins smiled, re axing. A real ‘ace’ up your sleeve," he said. "Usually the WHY with Kl“ NWT" ers."

He started to enlvy his Slmflif u‘ gain, noddtd at her to eat. Th6 trouble with me," she stammered. "was that I started out in the wrong direction. I 51101116 ha" headed straight. north nitrr you: telegram instead of rushing east.

“WOfiKBd out better this way. didn't it?" ,

"No, just the opposite. You were zlght. I'm not seasoned enough for the job in St. John's."

"I think I'm a better judge of that."

"You won't when I'tcll you the story behind the story,‘ she said. It was getting easier every minute now that she was under wuy. She felt the chains loosen that had bound her to BkiPPy "Kl PM m" all her traveling companions. "Did you read the names of the bu! DB5- sengers?" .

He shook his head. “No one of importance. The names didn't make the story -it was the action, the feeling that in time of trouble everyone stuck together."

She went no, scarcely hearing him, "There was a J. J. Patterson aboard — a reporter from Tnnhark

City." "J, J.—Pat Patterson? Why didn't he t a story to us?" "1 had break."

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"Well, that’: the kind of a report. or we want-someone who gets the breaks." But Mr. Higgins was 1n- terested at last, knew she was driving at something.

"You haven't met Mr. Patterson yet but when you do you'll under- stand the whole thing." Connie promised. “Oh, 1 know it's import- ant for reporters to get chances and take them. But Pat ls differ- ent-s gentle guy, a fellow every- one lllws and trusts. The most human person I've ever seen."

Constance forgot the restaurant and the great square windows look- ing down into the brisht canyons of the city. she even forgot she was talking to the chief of the

Press Bureau. "I didn't quite imdersta-xul him myself at first. When he disappear-

ed before the snowplougha came though while we were still huddled and cold in the school. I figured he'd gone out to flash the news. That's what spurred me on. But not Pat Patterson, Oh, he would have phoned you later, as soon as the marooned passengers were safe and reached the next town. But he was llvln the story —-not just re- porting l . And when he trekked a long way through the snow to gel a telephone, the first thing he did was cell s hospital in Pittsburgh.” “A hospital?"

, is very ill there and had entrusted Pat to take her young- ster the rest of the wa , And to Mr. Pet Patterson. letting er know the kid wee sole and well was the most important message to send out. All the others on the bus were grown. ups-going somewhere-sidetracked for l littfe while. But with I child, it's different."

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