Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-07


voice tor the LADY, rs he much hurt? Ex-
cuse ny intI rsion. / heard his voice when
in the paSsase.s ."'
Il am glad you have come" the lady an
swered. Your littls boy is shaken. bruis
ed, frightened in nervous condition, but
there is no material harm GoLe. My hus-
hand is a surgeon. and he has examined
him thoroughly. No bones are broken;
there are some contusions. that is all.
What he needs is a good Sleep and L trust
he will get that. now ne has seen you. He
has been worrying because he thought you
would be angry at his running away from
school,"
set your mind at rest" said Mr. Murga-
troyd to his boy. Jack, you hear what
the good lady says. You must try to go
to Sleep"
II will. papa. II you wish it,"
II wish it above everything
LET me hold your hand. then"
So the little hot hard was thrust into the
fathers cold pafnl and Mr. Murgatroyd
sat on the bed looking at his son.
please go on singing" said the child to
the lady who was nursing him.
She smiled. and recommended:
"Hark. the herald angels sing!'
So they sat. he on the bed. ciasping his
childs hand. she with her arm under the
in voice like that of a dove, soft sweet.
low. becoming lower imperceptibiy as the
child dozed off. and then ceasing.
II cannot sufficiently thank YOU" said
in his heart. Tears of thankfulness to
heaven that his son was safe, tears of
gratitude to the sweet. kind woman who
had nursed the child as her own son.
The hours Of the night passed.
Tne surgeon had ct re!u::ea home. He
was fully engaged that night attending to
the many patients who had come under his
care through the accident.
But toward early morning, yet long be-
fore dawn, his latch-key sounded in the
lock of the front door.
There is my husband" said the lady.
with a flush of pleasure and love in her
face.
His step was heard on the stair-then in
the ROOM
We'll. Bessie. how is your little charger"
Mr.. Murgatroyd started. he felt a spasm
at his heart, and turned and saw
He started to his feet, now only releasing
his sons hand.
"George!
Samuel
The brothers. so long parted. stood face
to face.
The carolers. returning under the win
dow, sang:
''He spake, and straightway the celestial
In hymns of joy. unknown before. con-
spire."
George" said the banker in a broken
| voice. how can I sufficiently thank you
and my He could speak no more; his
heart was full. fhe Carol singers sang on:
Gods highest giore was their anthem
Peace upon earth. and unto men good
will"
| George" said the banker, recovering
himself, "a great WRONG has been done you
-hy-by my poor father. and no less by
me. A wrong to you-and to your dear
wife. 1t shall be my first duty to redress
! this wrong" a.,
Not a word about wrongs now" said
| the surgeon. II was a bit of a scapegrace.
| If 1 am steady and hard-working now. l
| owe it to her." He looked tenderly at his
wife.
George" said the banker. at is now
| Christmas day. !, The, boy is getting on.
Positively he must be taken home to his
mother this day, and you and your wife
| my sister-in-law37must dine with u.s.
| No" said the surgeon, that cannot be.
| The sufferers demand my presence here.
Your boy-my nephew-cannot be removed.
| 1 will wire as soon as possible to his
| mother to come here. We will all keep
| Christmas together under my roof"
| And now the pealing of Christmas bells
| came through the window, mingled with
| the song Of the carolers:
Peace upon earth, and unto men good
will"
| The brothers held each others hands,
| and the tears that had long been held back
! rolled down the bankers cheeks. Bessie!
| sister," he stammered, ''let me kiss you.
| Peace upon earth, and unto men good
| will"
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