The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-12-20


red star in it's center. Almost every
window in sight had it's green wreath with
red star for heart. Dodo was the
churchgoer Of the twain. AS she pierced
her Sunday hat with long pin she settled
the dinner hour with Nan.
While they We're talking the man over
head was walking to and fro with scarce
~ mutfled restlessness, which Dodo de-
clared got into her nerves. Then they
heard door open and the same football
pass down the steps.
II suppose the poor fellow has gone off
to play peace on earth and good will to-
ward man to u church full of rich people
who don t care copper whether he has q
crust of bread today or not
Nan looked at her severely .'Upon my
word, Dodo, 1 wouldn't let my imagina-
ton run entirely away with me just be-
! cause man over our heads is given to
pacing all day III creaking shoes and the
janitor's wife called him the lonely gen
tleman' .
When Dodo got back from church, Nan
put her in charge of affairs w lille she made
one of those mysterious expeditions of
which Christmas day is always prolific.
When she came back, Dodo was standing
by IL table in the kitchen staring tragical-
ly into an open paper bag.
Come look at this, Man, she said
gravcy.
Nan walked toward her with apprehen-
sive quickness. OF course something had
| xone wrong with the dinner.
| A tin pan with baked beans and porl,
| in it: Why, we never ordered any beans!''
OF course we didn't That is his
| Christmas dinner Oh, Mani
| sWh0se.'
"That POOR old mans overhead =
Well, but how do you know ii i.s'
1t just must be. Somebody w.isGlc.:
up or tube, and i went To ire ,llni
waitor, and there Were just two bags on IT,
grabbed the orc nearest to Ii. e, Tor X,
| lett the sauce fer the plum pudding si..
] mering ON the stove, and the waiter u.,.is
OH up. He is the only one higher up ta,..
we, SO we've got his Christina, dinner Z.
And he's got our plum pudGing."
sOh, w Ill, let it go! A miserable little
canned pudding-I hope he will relish it'll"
8 But perhaps he prefers beans and
pork. y
Dodo put out her hands tragically.
Don't speak of them. came home
in such Il srh!imated frame of mind Such
musicas have heard today, Mani mean
the organ solo! 1t came over me like the
swelling anthem of solemn ocean waves.
always cry at the sound of the sea. II
could find out who played that solo,
would pay him all mako in year tc
teach mo the organ 1t lifted me clean
out of the realm of worry and care, and
then-to come back to pork and beans!"
.'And Mrs Stone,' Nan added as the
twitter of the doorbcli sounded through
the little apartment
1t was in state of complete READINGS!
for the festive occasion. Mans evergreen
wreath, with it's crimson star, decorated
their one front window; beautiful branch
of holly that Dodo had secured week be
fore was suspended by her best neck rib
bon from the single gas jet in the center
of the room. Two mysterious parcels OF
the table under it showed where the mod
est gifts which were to brighten the da.
for Mrs. Stone and the lame girl were de
posted. III
Dodo stood absently twisting the necl
of the bag about the pan of beans. i
! there was only some way of sending hi
dinner back to him and making him kee
their plum pudding for dessert! The
, she started violently.
Nan talking to somebody, and some
body was answering in rich BARTON
: voice that certainly did not belong to oil
Mrs. Stone What Nan said was:
l ''We had just discovered the exchange
My friend took your package by mistake
, Thank you very much for bringing OH
: pudding back" Dodo's eyes and eai
were wonder stretched at Mans neg
t words. "We would be SO glad to hay
r you come in and take dinner with us
that is, unless you have friends with 70
/, up stairs.
$ Thcrich baritone said sadly, No; thel
!. isno one wait'..-, forne to come back.