The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-12-25
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The group in that lovely room formed a
picture, and the growing hope in the par
ents' faces became joy as they heard him
say presently, Il believe she can be cured;
but it viii take a long time, and / will
only act in connection with your regular
physician"
The ehildas look was triumphant.
Didn't l tell you so, mammal? And hs
must cure Kitty too"
Then she told the gentleman Of Kitty,
and cow the poor child's illness had been
the means Of their hearing about him, and
be agreed to go at once to Gunnison alley
70 examine Kitty. as Mr.. Claus requested
him TO do.
1T is Christmas eye,n cried Margaret.
Tell her Jon came from Santa Claus, for
you really do, you know, because l am
playing Santa Claus this year. But
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
youf Because l can't go. I 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 d Santa Claus.n
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call him, though he wasn't a doctor and
his name was plain Mr.. Goodsell, went to
9Gunnison alley and made a 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-ehild.
After he had gone another knock sur
prised the Worrells. This time a colored
man came with Mr.. Santa Claus compli-
ments, and he wasn't feel;n able to get
round to Gunnison alley, but would they
accept these, with his best wishes and bis
particular love to Miss Kittyfn
These" proved to be more things than
can be described. Edibles, of course,
some wonderful toys for Kitty, a 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 air that night. for in the midst of 10y
Gus gift making in richer homes, the ring
ing Of Christmas bells In towers and
steeples and the remembrances for child
hood throughout the world, some good
angel foHnd time to bring a dream to
weary, happy Kitty. She saw-not Santa
CIaus-but a beautiful child, who held out
bands full to overfowing with gifts and
blessings, saying, ssThe Christ-child sends
them"
a year passed. 1t was Christmas eve
again, and there was an air of expectancy
noticeable in Mary and ice Worrel as
they moved about their humble home.
Kitty was too epgrossed in a picture book
10 see it. She sat in a reclining chair-Mr.
Claus and his wife had spared no pains to
make her conafortable-and was so interest
ed that she never heard the rattle of wheels.
Joe left the room and went down to help
if needed. There was a sound of people
climbing the stairs; a vision of loneliness
with golden hair framed in the soft white
of floating feathers and downy furs; then
a rosy faced maid placed a child before the
door and stepped to one side. Joe leaned
from the other and gave a sounding knock.
twas part Of the plan that when it opened
Kitty should see no one but Margaret, her
friend and b~enefaetor, who had grown able
10 20 out and was come to see her for the
first time.
Mary threw the door wide open, and,
smiling, Margaret stepped forward, her
hands full of packages. The figure in the
Chair looked up. and never noticing the
slight limp and bent back, results of the
disease which time would cure, gave s
glad err.
1T is my dream. my Christmas DREAM
she said. st is the Christ-child."
mo, dear, it Is Margaret" said Mary
gently, with tears in her eyes.
Il saw il Just as plain" Kitty went on,
and l never forgot how it looked. Ara
yen sure this is MargaretsH
A merry laugh from the child herself
settled the question, and the two little
friends went straight to work to get better
acquainted over the contents of sundry
Christmas packages.