The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1907-12-20

his surroundings. The 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 modern business.
sir" the physician snapped angrily
10 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 thorough training 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 OF dull cloud drifting across
the early winter sky.
1 Christmas time found Crawford
propped in his chair. looking out over
world newly swathed in spotless
white. The doctor declared that now
II was only a question of time. and
the attendant had long since ceased
trying 20 rouse the sick mans dor
mant interest. on Christmas Day
Crawford opened an envelope from
the factory, and found IL enclosed
substantial check. lie smiled bitter
ly and handed IL TO the attendant
Here, take Il, Merry Christmas,"
he said, in a colorless voice.
At dusk II was showing again, and
Just after the lights began TO twinkle
through the gloom Crawford, in his
rh 40 ip fol n Ell hnr
was awakened by lusty rapping at
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
gripped the arms OF his 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
i'm his chair. Two spots of color came
into his wan cheeks The foreman
advanced and cleared his throat
We've come. sir" he said, looking
at the ceiling, Ito show yol that, even
II you're not with MS, 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 IL,
we know it wasn't because YOU didn't
do your best for MS. SO to show our
respect for you and your efforts in
our behalf we've brought YOU this"
He tore the covering from a parcel
he bore and held out a silk umbrella
with 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 feet bly,, "Morry Christmas TO
you!"
Some few minutes after the COM
mittee from the factory had gone the
doctor came bustling into the hall.
The attendant met him and shook a
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 a
silk umbrella with a large pearl and
silver handle. Crawford's shoulders
rose and fell convulsively; he was
sobbipg like a child.
The doctor smiled in comprehen-
sion Good" he declared, emphati-
cally. That's something like!'
And turning on his heel he stole
softly down the stairs.-From Youths
Companion.