The Marshall republican., 1913-12-26

boys at st. Jude's. He nshed beneath
his bed and drew out the tomato can
censer filled with the joss-stick.
Come onl" he whispered. and led
the way down the wide stairs.
With a caution worthy OF better
things, he shot the bolts and opened
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 bod she had Just quilted.
"o-o-ohl" she chartered. IT'S cold
-aw-awful c.cold TO be out In your
nightiel'
Schuyler snorted scornfully.
Haven't you got enough on under
meath it," he demanded angrily. and
Seraphlna was sllenced.
"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, or herai dangel-"
Schuyler thrust n hand over his
mouth.
shut upi" he said disgustedly. do
you want Elsa TO como out and sneak
Us back into the house7 Come on.
GOVT"
He led the way down the steps end
around tho corner. where he paused
10 light the joss-stick In the tomato
AN. When they started again. llttlc
Thad trippod on his night-gowr sur
plice and went sprawling into the gut.
ter. He was rescued, bowling; but
not until he had been promised unllm.
tied candy could tho march DO taken
up again.
who are you going 10 sing your
carol to-" demanded the practical
Seraphina.
"Ninny! To no ono In particular"
said Schuyler.
you ought to sing II to some one
che persisted.
We'll, who?" he challenged: but
Seraphina was unable TO defend her
point thus specifically. "In tell you"
he compromised. well go 20 Doctor
Posts. Wen sing II on tho way. and
sing Il TO him, 100"
Through the deserted suburban
streets they marched: Schuyler In tho
lead. swinging his smoking censor val
.antiy; Seraphina ambling along In
mis- wake; and little Thad bringing up
The rear. his strange surplIce bearing
unmlstakable evidence OF the gutter
from which he had been recently
nshed. And on the still winter air
rose tho three childish voices In the
old. old hymn.
Doctor Post heard them carollng on
the lawn. and came TO the door In hls
bathrobe. The thres strangely garbed
figures met his astonished gaze.
Good Lord! What have We here7'
he gasped.
We're herai dangels," piped little
Thad.
Were Christmas caroiers," correct
ed Schuyler with much dignity.
y I'm frozen chirped S~eraphina.
The doctor made q heroic effort to
maintain his gravity.
Come In, come In and get warm
he said. Merry Christmas TO you'll
They filed up the steps into the
warm. wide hall, the tomato a send
ing out It's reek OF burning joss'stick
Il would like TO ask II carolers gen
orally wear surplices and carry cen
sers?" Schuyler questioned doubtfully
The DOCTORS eyes twinkled.
"The best l ever heard did" he SAID
gravely.
At that moment the telephone bel
whirred wildly. and this Is what the,
heard the doctor a y
"Hel,ol Yes, this is Doctor Pos
talking. Who? Oh, it's you, Marga
ret."-ha lingwsd sifeouenately I or
the word-,o Yea, Now, don't b,
: alarmed, They're not LOST. In fact
they're here with me this minute
kThey came to sing me a carol IN goot
old English fashion. No, don't troubl,
/, 60 send Elsa; I'll send them home II