The Bonham Herald (Bonham, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 24, 1936 Page: 2 of 6
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THE BONHAM (Texas) HERALD, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1936
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which related how her father had
cut his hand chopping wood. How
her brother had fallen through the
ice and was rescued. How her
mother was just the same. “Every-
one loves her,” wrote Jules.
Then one day Marie happened to
meet an artist named Tom Santos.
“You are so very beautiful, I must
paint you at once,” declared this
impulsive young man.
Marie laughed at him, but it
soon happened that she posed regu-
larly for this brilliant painter. She
liked his queer, jerky way of talk-
ing while he worked. She felt that
she was lucky to be admired by
him. One day in the studio he
asked about her home. Marie told
him a little, rather grudgingly.
“You say you were born in Beau-
laire?” cried the man. “How
odd!”
He laid down his brushes and
went to a shelf. “One of the finest
wood-carvers in Quebec made this.
A young man called Jules Gareau.”
He picked up a small figurine and
held it in his hands.
Marie felt a quick trembling run
all over her. “Oh,” she breathed,
“Jules never told me he had taken
up his father's work!”
“You know him then . . . this
artist Jules?”
“Yes,” she answered stepping
down from the dias where she
posed. “Let me see, please.”
Tom gave her the small figurine
as if it were something precious.
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X K ARIE LA FARGE was the
\/| prettiest girl in Beaulaire.
^ -*• Her dark eyes sparkled;,
her black hair framed a lovely, viv-
id face. It was inevitable that
many young men should fall in
love with her. Which they did.
But chief among them was tall
handsome Jules Gareau, the son
of a wood-carver.
Marie’s mother was a small
hard-working woman whose beauty
differed from the girl’s. Strong
lines were graven on her face; and
in her eyes shone clear fortitude.
Madame La Farge’s eyes looked
steadily at everything, whether it
was the snow which lay so many
months about the small tight cabin,
or at one of her children who had,
perhaps been angry or selfish. So,
while Marie’s face was sweet and
winning, her mother’s expression
was full of character.
It could hardly fail that Marie
should grow a little arrogant un-
der the circumstances. “You are
unkind to me,” said Jules one day.
“I have loved you always, yet you
act as if it did not matter. And
now you tell me you are going
away from here.” He waved his
arm.
“What is that to you?” Marie
was dressed in bright jacket, full
woolen skirt and high, laced boots.
A red knitted cap was pulled
jauntily over her curls.
“How can you ask such a ques-
tion of me?” Jules reproved her.
“A girl cannot stay in this sim-
ple village forever!”
“But Marie.” He reached for her
mittened hand. His eyes, looking
down at her, were filled with be-
seeching love. “We had plans to-
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Christmas Greetings
For a merry Christmas
and happy New Year
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‘Oh,” She Breathed, “Jules Never
Told Me.”
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“Look at the pose,” he said,
at the old woman’s face. Isn’t ^
she wonderful . . . and beautiful
in character? I’d like to meet her.” fig
“You shall,” murmured Marie in fir*
a low voice, and added, “I must
stay away from home for years,
before I discover from a stranger fig
how fine my mother is. Come . . .
we can catch the evening train.”
Snow lay thick on Beaulaire that ^
Christmas eve. Bright lights shone fig
from the houses. The mountains ^
were dark with purple shadows.
Two figures walked along the
squeaking snow. “How could you fig-
have left all this for an ugly city, ^
Marie?”
The girl answered nothing. She ^
hurried faster and her heart beat fig
furiously. “I cannot wait to get
there,” she thought.
“Over there,” she said aloud,
“is the Gareau home, and now, fig
here we come to our house. Hurry, ^
hurry! ”
They pushed through .the gate;
they entered the house without gg
knocking. A huge fire blazed on 1 *5^
the hearth. Singing and dancing
filled the low-ceilinged room. Marie ; fig
pulled her friend towards a slight ' ig
figure sitting in a chair. “This is .
my mother,” she said. .
At once the room was in an up- fig
roar. People flocked about the new ■
guests, all talking together, kissing j wk
Marie, laughing and shouting. j ^
But Tom Santos bent low over fig
Madame La Farge’s hand. “I’m ^
proud and happy to know you. wjfa
Yes—” looking at her critically,
“Gareau is a genius.” fig
Marie with a new light and radi- St-
ance about her next pulled him to
a tall young man standing by the ^
fire. “And this is Jules,” she ex- fig
plained simply. “Jules Gareau.” ^
The two men shook hands.
“Please, please, all of you,” she
cried, “be quiet!” fig-
The room fell into silence.
“I have been away a long
while,” began the girl, “But I am
home again. I have neglected you fig-
all, but chiefly my family. But r£
now, on Christmas eve, I come to vlk
my senses . . . and you!” Her
lovely smile encircled them all. fig
“Mother, the figureine which Jules
carved of you, brought me back, fig-
I could not wait, for then I knew ^
how I’d missed you.” vfe,
A murmur of pleasure ran about fijg
the room. fig
“Jules,” her voice faltered, ^
blushes rose in her cheeks, “are ^
you still .?” She could not fin- fig
ish. fig
The tall handsome young man, as ^
if in a dream, strode close to her.
“No, Marie, I’m not married. I’ve fig
waited so long for you.” fig
And then uproar rose again. They
danced. They feasted. And Marie
sat close to her mother, and looked fi£*
and looked at that kind, strong,, for- fig
giving face. rg
And all the children fell asleep
and were waked up again, and Ma- fig*
rie’s father roared with laughter, fig
Thus Marie La Farge came back
to the village of Beaulaire . . . §£
and Jules. fig
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“We Had Plans Together, You and
I,” He Said.
gether, you and I. Already father
has given me the land. Already
I have cut the timbers for our
house . . . have you forgotten?”
Marie laughed goodnaturedly.
“You handsome stupid . . . ! I
must see a bit of the world before
settling down to . . .” she nodded
towards her own house where her
mother stood in the door, calling
to one of the children. “You see?”
said Marie, “she’s worn out with
work. She’s old before her time.
She wears old clothes and thinks
old thoughts ... It cannot be
otherwise, here in Beaulaire.”
“Your mother,” replied Jules
sternly, “has the most truly beauti-
ful face in the village. My father
says so.”
Marie raised her long lashes in
surprise, and shrugged her shoul-
ders. A week before Christmas
the girl left the village. “I have a
position. During the holidays extra
girls are needed in the stores. Soon
I shall have money of my own.
Soon I shall dance and go places
with many fine people.”
“So that is what you are think-
ing,” said her mother. But she
added no words of advice or repri-
mand. “Don’t forget us, child.
Think of us at Christmas with the
white snow about us, and the green
spruces on the hills. Think of your
father in the woods, chopping.
Think of me cooking, and mend-
ing and singing to the haby . . .
and nothing shall go wrong with
you. Come home when it seems
best. We love you.”
But Jules was silent and heart-
broken. “You’ll never be- the same
to me, Marie, again. Your head
will be filled with idle notions. And
to think you can go and leave us
at Christmas!”
But Marie went. And if they
missed her sadly in the village
where she was born, she worked
hard. And because of her energy
and lovely face, she was kept on
in her position after the holidays.
She sent presents home but she
did not go there. She liked her
new life.
One year. Two years. For one
reason or another she never found
time to'visit her people. She was
doing well. She was thrifty. She
went about with this or that admir-
ing escort. And she smothered the
occasional pangs of homesickness
in her heart.
Five years away. Now and then
she heard from Jules, short letters
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Christmas 1
Old Christmas Market
For the last 238 years, a Christ-
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Newby, G. R. The Bonham Herald (Bonham, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 24, 1936, newspaper, December 24, 1936; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth993376/m1/2/?rotate=90: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Bonham Public Library.