The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-12-06

| to the window farthest from the sick
mother and placed the lamp upon 1t.
Then she got out her precious, dimin-
ishing store of letter paper that had to
be brought to her from miles away.
| like the rest of the supplies, and the
/ clumsy shears, and began to make
| paper dolls
Clip, clip, went the big shears. That
and the rustic of the paper were the
only sounds to be heard. Gradually she
realized that the bowling of the wind
had ceased and the blizzard had gone
down.
Lilies words kept repeating them
selves sleepily in her tired brain "a
light load" Surely this Christmas
gift would be light enough for Santa
Claus to take anywhere. Clip, clip,
went the shears, and wonderful crea-
lions fell from Hattie's hands. There
was father with a miniature news
paper spread out before him. There
was mother with a baby in her arms
and another in tiny paper cradle at
her feet. There were brothers and
sisters.
Snip-snip-Her hands went slower
and slower until the last of the paper
family trailed off into aimless cut.
ting. Then Hattie's weary head sank
down on tho table and Hattie was
asleep. Asleep and dreaming of Mark.
In the daytime she could keep the
thought of him away from her with
fierce determination. In the night it
would come. She was dreaming and
she knew it. She had dreamed of
him too often not to know And in
her dream the door burst open and
Mark stood before her. OF course it
could not be real. Or, rather, 1t was
a dream of Marks ghost all deathly
white. But even Marks ghost was
welcome. There could not be any
harm in embracing a ghost in
dream. She threw her arms around his
neck
But this was no dream. 1t was too
solid and it was too cold 1t was a
real man who stood before her, be-
numbed with cold, and covered with
SHOW lTOm nedQ 10 IOOt.
In a flash she came out of her
dream. 1t was we'll for Mark that
she was just what she was, and that
- knew what to do. She brought
he great tub of melting snow-water
cut off the frozen footwear and nit
tens and plunged his feet and hands
In it. She rubbed his face with snow.
She made hot coffee-blessing the
forethought that had kept the kettle
filled with boiling water for the sick
woman's use-and forced him to drink
it. Little by little life and strength
came back to him and incoherent
words.
"Started-with Craver. He wanted
to see-his wife. I wanted-to see
you. Blizzard came up. Lost our
way. Dug hole in the snow and
stayed two night. Went long while
and came to Smiths farm. Craver-
too badly frozen-tO go on. VIII be
all right after awhile, but couldn't go
on then. Wanted to like fury Smith |
had to hold him back. Good thing. |
iiC SOuiuh nave NOihC Oh lEOLtu
feet. I-came on-aTone Got lost |
again. Been lost all day. Pretty near |
gave out Thought I'd have-to
give up. So dark and cold. Saw
your light when wind went down
Came to-you."
The words might be jerky and dis.
jointed, but Hattie understood it and |
never words sounded sweeter.
Santa Claus did come in the might" |
Lille. Il saw him. He was
all white. And he brought me this"
She held up the precious paper doh |
family.
Aren't they lubbly. l fought he
could get froo with a light load"
Then another thought came to her.
But he didn't bring anything to
you. Hattie. That's too bad"
NO, no, it's as good as it could be-"
Hattie laughed out in pure joy. He
brought me the one thing wanted
most in the world. And I shall be
thankful to him every day I live; for
If | had not kept my lamp burning In I
the window while l was WORKING
mean waiting for him-Mark would