MOOSE
PASS
MINER
By L. H. Allen
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A TALE FROM ARABY
A Parable to be Read at Christmas
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By Frank E. Herring
Once upon a time a date merchant, pious
and poor, lay dying. He sent for his two
sons, gave them equally of his scanty sav
ings, blessed them and said, "So live that
when you die, the poor, the rich, the out
cast will mourn the passing of a friend."
The elder son chose to be a dealer in
rare rugs and became very rich. But as
he added to his wealth, he gave less and i
less to the needy, until his name was a byi
word, jeered and despised.
The younger son was a cobbler.He worked
many hours for little pay. Yet each day
he laid by a coin that was ever ready to .i
serve the unfortunate. In time his name
was spoken softly by scores of those made
happier because he lived.
Years piled on years, and then came the
Call inexorable. Together, the rich rug
merchant and the poor cobbler stood at the
Judgment Seat.
The Judge spake» "To each of you a
dwelling according to his deserts."
A radivnt Being led them from the light
and warmth into a valley of fog and cold
and gloom. Under the drippings of a sin
ister rock was a hovel wretched beyond
word s.
Humbly, the cobbler said,"This surely
is mins." "Nay,"said the Guide,"Your
brother here abides. Every stone he fed
the hungry, every sneer he gave the sick,
every burden he laid upon the helpjess is
in this evil place."
Then to a glorious spot where flowers
lived and birds found sanctuary, the Being
led the cobbler and stopped before a man
sion the like of which our Earth has never
seen.
"And this is yours," the Presence said.
"The brerd that ’ ou denied yourself, the
words with which you heartened the des
pairing, the hours you passed with those
in grief - all are assembled here. The
deeds you wrought in life have been trans
muted by divine alchemy into this mansion.
It is yoursg verily, it is YOU ."
It is a privilege to live in Moose Pass
and on Kenai Peninsula. Of course the
weather may change before we go to press
but the weather so far this winter has
been marvelous. Only one cold spell and
that lasted only three days. Our moun
tains look like frosted Christmas cakes
and the pure white snow all around us , by
comparison makes the slush of the cities
look sick.
local news
Those who attendee the Christmas enter
tainment at the schoolhouse v/ere Mr. and
Mrs. John L. Ntelson, Joanne and Peggy;Mr.
and Mrs. Jake Laubscher and Dolores; Mr,
and Mrs. Roy Thurston and John; Mr. and
Mrs, S. L. Robbins, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph
Reid, Mr, and Mrs. Ray Stafford and Miss
| Mary Stafford; Mr. and Mrs. Paul Williams,
Mr. and Mrs. Don Cook and Don, Jr,, Mr.
and Mrs. Antoine Velanis, Teddie, Marjorie, ,
Evelyn, Helen and Arleen Velanis; Mr. and
Mrs. Sam Griese and Geraldine; Mr. and
Mrs. Roy Luckey and Roy, Jr.; Mr. and Mrs.
Sam Estes and Kathryn Louise; Mr. and Mrs.
Jay Hunt and Dorothy Ann;Mrs. Leora Roy
croft, Mrs. Lois Allen, Newell Ponds,R.A.
Paul, Lyman Graves, Frank Hielo, Clarence
Scheiber, Cole MacDougal, Tom Jones, Ed.
Krease, and Chuck ’JVhitmarsh.
Kenneth Gwynne sent a Christmas tree
from Montana. (Something like sending oil
to the Standard Oil Co. for a Christmas
present). Mr. and Mrs. E. L. Robbins
provided fruits and nuts for the children,
in accordance with their annual custom.
’loose Pass Sewing club filled socks with
candy.
Teddy Velanis completed the evening
with some very able flute numbers.
Russell Williams has postponed his
trip Outside until some time in January.
He plans to attend the annual Fur Sale
in Seattle.
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Laubscher and Wesley
sailed on the ss Yukon Saturday. Mrs.
Laubscher and Wesley will go to Seattle to
spend the w.inter and Wesley will attend
Washington University School of Technology.
Mr. Laubscher is Sitka-bound.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry V. Johnson sailed
last week for the States. Their destin
ation is Kansas City* Mo. It is with
regret their Moose Pass friends learn that
the Johnsons do not expect to return to
Alaska.
Bill Saxton made a round trip to Kodiak
on last week’s Cordova. He says the cli
mate is great over there. Green grass and
sunshine. He says the cows are pastured
in the streets. He enjoyed seeing the
cows but has been a sourdough long enough
that he prefers canned milk. Mr. Saxton
was glad to return to his modern bathroom
in his cabin on the Seward to Hope highway.
Frank Hielo has resigned from his job
with the Bureau of Public Roads. He will
conduct his roadhouse from now on. The
first big dance he will give will be on
the evening of January 6. _ Everybody is
invited to attend. Mr. Hielo told the
Miner editor to announce that the road
house is available for any kind of enter
tainment - plays, pantomimes, pictures,
cr.rniyal - free with heat and light also
contributed by Mr. Hielo.