The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-20
Soon after zoe went, Kitty heard a KNOCK

Soon after,Joe went. Kitty heard knock.
ss.Yhos tEere7p she called.
Tie visitor, no other than Mr.. Simon
Glare, replied: "A friend Do Joe and
Kitty Worrell live here?n
Eyes, but the key is in Mrs. Mullins
room at the end Of the hall. I'm locked
in"
When Mr.. Claus had let himself in she
looked up at him without fear, the excite
ment of guest making her cheeks flush.
so you're keeping house alone today"
he said.
Eyes. I do every day, most, and they
lock me in because Ican't get mp and walk.
They're afraid somebody might come in
thar shouldn't"
Why can't You waikiki he asked.
well, you see, my back aches al the
time and my feet don't go right. Once
fell and most ever since have had a lame
back But Joe Knows some one that can
cure me-"
"Ah, yes; came especially to see Joe.
Where is be?n
"Out selling papers. He'll come by and
by. He's awful good to nue. and Mary.
Marys my big sister. She's out to work.
Joe's going to save all the money he can to
get that doctor. And guess I'll tell you
Clans and asked him to bring me some
thing for Christmas. That isn't any harm.
is it, Don't you believe he's glad to hear
OF little girls that want presentss"
Eyes; l know he is" replied Kitty's
guest, greatly touched.
When Mary Worrell returned the stran-
ger told her quietly what his GRAND was,
received the needed direction and departed,
first putting into Kitty's thin hand purse
that Margaret had sent. She could not
wait until Christmas TO begin playing
Santa Claus.
The benign face of n middle aged man
was beading over o child who lay pros
trate II sumpt1ous room. She was look
ing up at him us he touched her body gent
Iy, a world of faith in her great brown
eyes. 1t was little wonder his mild yet
strong couutepance inspired her conf
1ence The face was all she saw, but
her watchful parents had begun to hope
that here was helper indeed, for they
noted the scientific way in which the firm
hands did their work and the keen ques
tons which showed his complete knowl
edge Of the disease,to be treated And yet,
when Mr. Claus found him, the man had
Eaid: Il am not a physician, but only
physicians aid. help those whose bodies
are helpless merely by giving them out
ward support"
The group in that lovely room formed
picture, and the growing hope in the par
ents' faces became joy as they heard him
say presently, II believe she can be cured;
but it will take a long time, and will
only act in connection with your regular
physician"
The child's look was triumphant.
Didn't tell you SO, mamma' And he
must cure Kitty too.n
Then she told the gentleman of Kitty,
and how the poor child's Illness had been
the means of their hearing about him, and
he agreed to go at once TO Gunnison alley
to examine Kitty. as Mr.. Claus requested
him to do.
1T is Christmas eve," cried Margaret.
! TELL her you came from Santa Claus. for
| you really do, you know, because / am
! playing Santa Claus this year. Butt
her voice grew very tender--''it isn't truly
Santa Claus at all; it's the Christ-child,
he puts it into our hearts, you see, and
want you to tell Kitty about him, will
yous Because I can't go. don't think
she's so well acquainted with him as she
| is with Santa Claus They have the Christ
child in Germany on Christmas, and / like
| it better than Santa Claus"
| Well, "Dr. Good, !" as Margaret chose to
call him, though be wasn't doctor and
his name was plain Mr.. Goodsell, went to
Gunnison alley and made favorable re-
| port OF Kitty's case also. And so touched
was he by Margaret's request that he did
not forget to tell his new patient about her
and the story OF the Christ-chiId.
After he had gone another knock sur
! prised the Worrells. This time colored
man came with Mr.. Santa Claus compli-
ments, and he wasn't feelin able TO get
round to Gunnison alley, but would they
accept these, with his best wishes and his
! particular love to Miss Kittyfu
These proved to he more things than
can be described. Edibles, OF course,
some wonderful toys for Kitty, soft
! afghan and down pillows for her bed and
| another purse, not At all like that the
strange gentleman had given her, but
| quite as well filed.
! The spirit of Christmas was lowering In
| the mir that night. for in the midst OF joy
ous gift making in richer homes, the ring
I ing of Christmas bells in towers and
steeples and the rememhranees for child
1 hood throughout the world, some good
angel found time to bring i dream to
weary. Happy Kitty: She SAW not Santa
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