The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1907-12-19

fa*@ @%t I'|h - ~ 50 Ee physician was
puzzled and not little irritated: the
general manager. who came daily. be-
gan 10 show signs Of alarm
It's the pace Of mo4ern business.
SIR" the physician snapped angrlly
TO The attendant. who had been sent
up from the hospital. Get him in
terested In something. It's his only
chance"
The man tried everything his fer
tile mind and thoroughtralning could
suggest. but with no results. Craw-
ford sat silently by the window day
after day. looking vacantly at the
bare branches Of the trees and the
patches O. dulI cloud drifting across
the early winter SKY.
Christmas time found Crawford
propped in his chair, looking out over
a world newly swathed in spotlegs
white. The doctor declared that now
II was only question of time, and
the attendant had long since ceased
trying TO rouse the sick mans dor
mant interest. On Christmas Day
Crawford opened an envelope from
the factory, and found it enclosed a
substantial check. He smiled bitter
y and handed it to the attendant.
Here, take 1t. Merry Christmas."
he said. in colorless voice
At dusk it was showing again, and
just after the lights began to twinkle
through the gloom Crawford. in his
chair, fell into a heavy slumher He
vT-o
the door. The attendant went into
the little hall and presently returned.
Two ladies and three gentlemen
to see you. sir" he said.
The visitors were ushered in, and
as they entered the room Crawford
gripDed the arms Of lis chair and
stared with wide opened eyes. There
were two giggling girls from the wir-
ing department at the factory, two
men from the assembling bench and
the foreman Of the brass room.
The girls Uttered and the men
looked i'll at ease. Crawford sat up
in his chair. Two spots of color came
| into his wan checks. The foreman
advanced and cleared his throat
"We've come, sir" he said, looking
at the ceiling, Ito show you that. even
if you're not with us, you're not for
gotten. Perhaps we haven't always
understood you, but anyway we know
you're the right sort. We've heard
| all about your fight for an increase
| for us, and even if we didn't get it,
we know it wasn't because you didn't
do your best for us. So to show our
respect for you and your efforts in
| our behalf we've brought you this. y
| He tore the covering from parcel
| he bore and held out a silk umbrella
with a. large pearl and silver handle
"And-and Merry Christmas, he
! finished.
Merry Christmas! echoed the
| two other men and the two girls.
A lump rose in CrawfOrd'S throat
He could only beam upon them and
mutter feebiy, merry Christmas tc
you"
Some few minutes after the com
mittee from the factory had gone tbs
doctor came bustling into the hall
! The attendant met him and shook q
warning finger at him. The doctor
craned his neck and peeped cautious
ly into the room.
Crawford sat under the light. His
head was hidden in the crook of one
arm that rested on the window sill
Clutched tightly in the other was &
silk umbrella with large pearl ant
silver handle. Crawford's shoulders
rose and fell convulsively; he was
sobbing like child.
The doctor smiled in Comprehen
sion. Good" he declared, emphati
cally. That's something like!'
And turning on his heel he stolG
softly down the estairs.-From Youth >:
/ COMPANION.