The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-12-25


boys at st. Judes. He fished beneath
his bed and drew out the tomato can
censor filled with the joss-stick.
Come on!" he whispered, and led
the way down the wide stairs.
With a caution worthy of better
! things, he shot the bolts and opened
| the front door. The three grotesquet
figures stole silently out and stood on
the stoop in the cold Christmas dawn.
The air was still and biting; the 81
lence of the streets appalling. Sera.
phina's mind reverted to- the luxury of
the bed she had just quilted.
"O-o-oh!" she chartered. ITS cold
-aw.awful c.cold to be out in your
nightie!"
Schuyler snorted scornfully.
Haven't you got enough on under
meath it?' he demanded angrily, and
Seraphina was silenced.
"C-o-old!" echoed little Thad, and,
then, evidently thinking the sooner he.
caroled the sooner he would be back
in the house, he began in his piping
voice:
"Hark, er heral dangel-"
Schuyler thrust a hand over his,
mouth.
shut up!" he said disgustedly. DO
you want Elsa to come out and sneak
us back into the house? Come on,
now!"
He led the way down the steps and,
around the corner. where he paused
to light the joss-stick in the tomato
can. When they started again, little
Thad tripped on his night-gown sur
plice and went sprawling into the gut.
ter. He was rescued, bowling; but
not until he had been promised unlim-
tied candy could the march be taken
up again.
carol to-" demanded the practical
Seraphina.
"Ninny! To no one in particular"
said Schuyler.
you ought to sing it to some one"
she persisted.
We'll, whoY" he challenged: but
Seraphina was unable to defend her
point thus specifically "I'll tell you."
he compromised, well go to Doctor
Posts. Wen sing it on the way, and
sing 1t to him, too"
Through the deserted suburban
streets they marched Schuyler in the
lead, swinging his smoking censor val
iantly; Seraphina ambling along in
his wake; and little Thad bringing up
the rear, his strange surplice bearing
unmistakable evidence of the gutter
from which he had been recently
tshed. And on the still winter air
rose the three childish voices in the
old old hymn.
Doctor Post heard them caroling on
the lawn, and came to the door In his
bathrobe. The three strangely CARRIED
figures met his astonished gaze.
Good Lord! What have we here?'
he gasped.
We're heral dangels," piped little
Thad
We're Christmas carolers," correct
ed Schuyler with much dignity.
} I'm frozen" chirped Seraphina.
The doctor made heroic effort Il
maintain his gravity.
Come in. come In and get warm.
he said. Merry Christmas to you!
They filed up the steps into tn,
:. warm, wide hah. the tomato can send
ing out its reek of burning toss-stick
II would like to ask II carolers gen
: orally wear SUPPLIES and carry cen
:. sers?" Schuyler questioned doubtfully
The doctors eyes twinkled.
The BEST I ever heard did," he eel,
gravsly.
: At that moment the telephone bel
whfrrsd wildly. and this 10 what the
! heard the doctor say:
"Hslle! Yes. this 10 Doctor Pos
: talking. Who! Oh, KS you, Asrgs
!. ret!"--he fingered s1ectionately o
the word Yes. Now don't b
alarmed. They're not lost In fac
they're here with me this minut,
They came to sing me carol In goo
l. old English fashion. No, don't troubl
d to send Elsa I'll send them home |
D the carriage as soon as can get Da
T. up. Not at all! Good-by! Oh, Marg,
Is ret, merry Christmas! Perhaps.
you don't mind. I'll drive over wit
3 them. Thanks. Good-by!"
g. Half an hour later carriage DIRE
up before the Van Brunt house, an
he from 1t emerged Schuyler. Seraphin
@ Thad and Doctor Post. Mrs. Va
~ Brunt and Aunt Margaret met the ca
n alcade at the door.
70 "Oh! OH" said Mrs. Van Brur
i'd gathering the three strange little n
ut ures in her arms, while tears OF me
~ riment ran down her face.
w Doctor Post had turned TO MargarC
nd 81 thought I'd come with the hera
ed angels" he said laughingly, "and !
ts' them plead peace on earth and mer
ISL mild for me-"
OF Her eyes softened hesitatiI
III smile trembled on her lips a nome
rs uncertainty, the next moment with
Us uncertainty whatever, And then
ne knew that the herald angels had {
All complished an unwilling mission.
e'S Copyright. Frank A. Munsey Coz