The uplift [serial] . ain; they went home toPersia by a different road, but I stay-ed on in Galilee. I stayed until aTeacher wiser than any Magi cameour way and gave me quickly whatI had searched for all of my life. I fol-lowed Him from afar and I neverknew remorse again, and He made meunderstand that it was far better afterall that I never reached the baby born that night inBethsadia followed Him too, andthough as a man he denied his teach-er twice, he was still a great folow-er. His name? Peter. Simon Peter. Aye, perhaps it is better that Inever reached Bethlehem. For Gas-par,
The uplift [serial] . ain; they went home toPersia by a different road, but I stay-ed on in Galilee. I stayed until aTeacher wiser than any Magi cameour way and gave me quickly whatI had searched for all of my life. I fol-lowed Him from afar and I neverknew remorse again, and He made meunderstand that it was far better afterall that I never reached the baby born that night inBethsadia followed Him too, andthough as a man he denied his teach-er twice, he was still a great folow-er. His name? Peter. Simon Peter. Aye, perhaps it is better that Inever reached Bethlehem. For Gas-par, Melchior and Belthazar gave Himonly gold, frankincense and I had the education of this boy,this Peter, this Rock, across all thoseyears: I gavd Him . . Peter. Trade Honor Rolls (continued) Farm Charles BrownJunious RivenbarkCharles MathisKenneth McGrawRonnie Poff Print Shop LeRoy YatesPerry PrinceFrankie ScottJoe SmithFranklin Childers 26 THE UPLIFT BLiixdeci By i ke (Drivisimas Ligkt By Alma Hantel Arnold. Twas the -night before Christ-mas, and all through the housenot a creature was stirring, not evena mouse. Yes, everything was just as stillas still could be. Two windows werelighted, and in one a wreath was hungbut just as an outward sign. Therewas nothing else to remind you thatChristmas was almost here. It was a rather large house, rathersolemn looking, as it was dark allover except the two windows. In the one room a man was sitting-all alone . It was well furnishedand warm but there was nothingcheerful about it, nothing Christmasy. He was sitting by a small table drumming on it with his fingers andhe was in a deep study. He wasnot day-dreaming dut really think-ing, and his thoughts were not verypleasant ones, judging by the looks ofhis face. John Andrews was a batchelor andalready in middle life. He was asuccessful business man and was quitean impoitant figure in the there was anything to begiven to charity he headed the listand his name was w
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