The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-12-15

Downstairs in the kitchen his one
servant clattered noisily about her
work. Everywhere else in the house
it was very quiet. And there is no
silence like that of a great house
which has once known the joyful
clamor of a large and happy family.
Years ago Anthony had had a love
affair, but it ended most unhappily.
The girl had married another man
and Anthony Riggs had beer left to
develop into a morose old bachelor
and not so very old at that.
Christmas comes but once a year
and I'll try to get as far away from
1t as ! can" misquoted Mr.. Riggs
once more, as he kicked off his slip
pers and reached for his shoes. When
he was buttoned tightly into his fur
lined ulster Inc his sealskin cap was
pulled down over his ears there was
nothing to be seen save q pair of
very bright brown eyes and an aris-
tocratic nose.
Once in the snowy streets Anthony
Riggs found himself nearer to Christ
mas than he had been before. The
shops were overlooking with holly
wreaths and branches of mistletoe,
toys and games and candy and nuts.
Beautiful gifts were displayed In the
windows and many happy, expectant
faces were pressed against the plate
glass panes.
please. SIR" said a small voice at
Anthony's elbow. can't you give me
a job carrying you bundles?"
What bundles" frowned Anthony.
Your Christmas presents-what
you're going to buy. sir" said the
little boy, respectfully.
I'm not going to buy any pres
ents." replied Anthony quite iercely.
Here's something for you-go and
buy your own gifts and don't bother
mel" He thrust a dollar bill into the
eager little fingers and strobe on, I'M
mindful of the curious ~glances Of
those who had overheard his
ton with the little lad.
A glittering window full of jewels
threw a iashlight on his memory. 1t
was In that same shop he had once
purchased a ring for Mary Wood. The
ring had been returned to him and
he had flung it into the farthest cor
ner of his desk. II was there now.
He turned away and sauntered on.
In front of his W church, friendly
hands drew him into the brightly
lighted basement of the edifice where
the annual Christmas bazaar was In
progress.
There was a merry throng of men.
women and children moving to and
fro among the booths devoted to the
sale Of fancy articles, toys and candy.
Supper tables occupied one end of the
room and In an obscure rne a for
tune teller's tent was made of gay
shawls. In the middle of the room
stood a gigantic Christmas tree, load
ed with gifts wrapped in tissue pa
per.
Ten cents will entitle you to a gift
from the tree" explained his guide.
Il don't like presents" said An
thony grimly.
Deacon Smithers smiled quizzically.
Very well, suit yourself, Anthony!
There Is the fortune teller-perhaps
she will predict a happy future for
you! There is the supper table, that
will insure you a good meal-and the
booths-pay your money and take
your choice!" He moved away and
left Anthony Riggs standing pale and
cold in the midst of the happy crowd.
Perhaps it was because he did not
know what else TO do that Anthony
awaited his turn at the fortune tell
er's tent, and once within its dim re-
cesses he felt foolishly aware that
the future held nothing for him that
he did not know.
The gipsy's dark head was con-
cealed in the folds of a lace mantilla;
from the flowing sleeves of her red
velvet bodice, two slim brown arms
and hands flashed out and caught ais
large hand. The la~ce-draped head
bent over his palm.
"You have had much sorrow" said
| the gypsy in a low musical voice, but
much of it has been your W ma
king. Do the things / shall tell you
and you will live to be very happy
and see your dearest wish g~ratiied,"
Anthony smiled sardonically. And
the three things / shall do?" he
asked.
The day after tomorrow is Christ
! mas day. Tomorrow night you must
| make three persons happy. Find three
persons who are Door and needy and
sorrowful and take them to your home
| and provide them with a bountiful
dinner; have gifts for them and when
they have gone away blessing you
| then. you may receive a gift your
self"
what will 1t be? l don't want a
| gift-I haven't kept Christmas for
years." protested Anthony, as he
placed some money on the table.
time you did, then! Don't forget
Or you will lose YOU last chance of
being happy. And stay" A slim
hand arrested his going.
"Yes?" Anthony's voice was very
cold.
BE sure to have that ring in readi.
ness-you may need it,"
And the next instant Anthony found
| himself elbowed M of the tent by
| impatient walters at the door. and
without another glance about the dec.
| Grated room he left the church and
| went home, much perturbed.
OF course. Anthony Riggs knew
| that the fortune teller could be none
)ther than some member of his
| church who was familiar with more
Christmas Giving.