Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1902-12-17
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BY THOMAS HALL

a "
" " chant of New York, as he
u sat in the library of his
home. and his hair was tossed into dis
order 10y the combing Of his nervous fin
gers His duh eyes gazed into the red
depths of great fire, but read no Grim
son pictures there.
This was the man the world had called
''complacent John Howard"
Eight years before when he married.
people expected change in his habits.
but they were disappointed. He llai
merely added another part to his ma
chinery He had carefully chosen the
kind of woman who would helpiessly be-
come a part Of Il machine.
When children came they, too, were
compelled 10 become parts of the order
ly. silent machine controlled by John
Howard Meek little mites they We're.
No one suspected that they were chill
dren.
There were three of them: Mary a girl
of seven; Anna, a girl of FIVE, and John,
a boy of four. Ry direction Of John
Howard, good, plain names were given to
them, names that would wear. Meek
Mrs Howard would have chosen differ
emily. but she was not consulted.
When the children came, John How
ard laid down the rules for their con
duet ami keeping; and never afterward
bothered himself about them. If he saw
them once Il day it was by accident. One
of his rules, conditions, was that he was
never to hear them. save when he wish
ed As result John Howard was a
father without children-and the chill
dren had a living father, but were faith
erless.
All this would have continued but for
one, inevitable little incident in life called
"death'-for death, after all, is part
of lie, and dying very often the main
part of living. The entrance of Mrs.
Howard into the life of her husband had
made no perceptble change in it. Her
death had thrown every part of it out of
gear. There were three waits in his
house who came at his bidding and look
ed at him in a frightened sort of way.
How was he to win the love OF his
children?"
How John Howard longed to enter that
play roomi But he never dared lie
was afraid his entrance would drive 1hem
forth, and he realized that this room was
their own little world Sometimes, in
aEOilN, ne liSleflpu at tue utOF. ana learn
ed how different they We're from other
children.
How he longed for them to ask him
for something! What JOY he would take
in granting them any wish. But they
had been brought up to ask for nothing.
to expect nothing, save on one day i'll the
year. That day was Christmas.
On that day they could expect wonder
full new presents they knew, from lnys-
FERROUS person called Santa Claus. The
late Mrs Howard had cultivated this one
dear dclusion in them, and so perfectly
that they nsver dreamed that either she
or their father had anything TO do with
the annual midnight visit of the good
little fat man. OF him they talked
months before he came and months after
he left. And with the presents he left
they played from one Christmas until
the next, patiently waiting for the new
ones and carefully guarding the old
Discouraged at his failure to win even
the confidence of his children. John How
ard hired that hopeless substitute for Il
mother, nurse to take care of them.
With business acumen and laca of or
binary common sense he secured a grim
New England school teacher for this deli
cate position; and in less than a week
she succeeded, by perseverance and in
dustry, in casting more of a shadow over
the lives of the three waits than ever
John Howard had. But the waits had
been taught not to complain. and John
Howard knew nothing about it.
One lingering hope remained in his
breast. Could he make the coming
Christmas so happy for his children that
he could win their lovef He resolved
that he would take charge of the holiday
himself, and the preparations he made
for it were extravaGant The presents
purchased for all the preceding Christ
mas celebrations ut his house re as
nothing compared TO the array that stood
before him on the floor. Oh tables and on
chairs, thi, Christmas exc when he sat so
broken in heart before his CRATE fire.
Something had happened. A mistake
had been made. The ''ew England school
teacher, in the interests Of whitening d
truth, had told his children there was no
Santa Claus. This he had learned while
listening at the door Of their playroom
that afternc q. And he, who had 50 care
fully rehearsed the part Of Santa Claus
for the performance that night, felt that
IT would be hollow mockery, now that
they knew, as we all do some day, too
much.
With a promptness and decision that
had characterized him always in bust
ness. john Howard peremptorily dismiss
ed the New England school teacher, Civ
ing her a months salary and no explA-
nation for his strange conduct. The chill
dren should have the hollow mockery of
Christmas at any rate. But the essence