Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1910-12-24
CUPID MAKES A
CHRISTMAS CALL

G\HE had written to him: at will
~ seem quite like old times to
ny have you with us again at
Christmas. II seems much
longer than four years since you were
here. but AM sure things will appear
quite as usual to you. We make no
change In our yearly program for
Christmas. Ii Is really the children's
day, as 1t was when you and first
spent IL together. Il hesitated when
l went to write how many years ago.
1t must be elghteen.) But | think ia
ther and mother-and take quite as
much interest In 1t as grown people do
In the circus-quite for the children's
sake. OF course.
~ would ask you to dinner immedi-
ately on your arrival Christmas eve,
but II | dared TO suggest the presence
OF an outsider there would be a hub
bub among the powers that rule the
nursery and-nt this season-the en-
tire household. | simply dare not say
anything save that we should like to
have you come at 8 precisely. so that
we may have little chat before the
arrival of our other guests"
And indeed as he walked up the ave-
nue. with his long prairie stride Christ
mas eve he was depressed to find
everything SO little changed from the
night four years since when he had
left New York for the west to make
over his life In new pattern of work
and usefulness
Here was the familiar door and the
old bronze doorknob which had once
been on level with his eyes. Anil the
old butler. whom the Stantons had had
for twenty years. opened the door to
him and answered his greeting with a
respectful Good evening. Mr.. Burn
side giving him his Christian name
as if he had called only the evening
before. But the hall was hidden in a
mass of evergreen and holly. and the
electric bulbs glowed in their shades
like huge berries in the greenery. And
here he seemed suddenly stranger.
coming now on the old Christmas
spirit to which his absence had made
him an alien. 1t bewildered him; II
saddened him.
He entered the front drawing room
and saw the hem of a skirt disappear
through the portieres which hung be
tween that and the second drawing
room behind 1t. Some one was placing
Christmas wreath In the middle win
dow, womans figure. He did not
know her. She turned to greet him
with an eager. why. Burnside. am
so glad to see you!" and grasped his
brown fingers with a warm clasp of a
white hand.
She was not of that girlish fragility
which he had remembered She was
the elder sister of her old self. but In
the excitement and pleasure of seeing
him her voice and manner were those
of the girl whom he had loved-and lost
-four years before. He smiled at her
sadly. How you have grownr" he
said.
She arched her eyebrows at him.
And your" she laughed. "Why. you're
as broad and brown as n soldier. I
shouldn't have known you. You have
changedw
"Have IT' He caught at 1t eagerly.
She saw the trouble in his eyes
They'll all be delighted to see you
looking so well"-she avoided it-"so |
big and strong"
He saw the picture of himself which |
she carried In her memory of him. and !
1t panied him. He had thought that |
his letters would have told her.
She held the wreath up to him. 81
was pretending to hang 1t in the win
dow" she confessed. $50 that I should
be the first to see you. And didn't
know you when you passed"
He smiled again. and they sat down
'ogether. How are they alp
"As well as ever" she said and be-
gan to tell him of them-how the chill
iren had been growing; how her
mother was aging. And father" she
els SO deaf. You mustn't