Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1913-12-18

eluor Cnll0r0u dressed nurr1oQIy, anC
between them they managed to put
on little Thad's clothes. Then Schuy
Ter crept noiselessly to the hall below
and returned with coats and hats and
mittens. When they had bundled
themselves into these outer garments,
each donned "surplice." At the last
moment Schuyler bethought him OF
the brilliant cord on his fathers bath.
robe, and at the imminent peril of dis
covery he stole into Mr.. Van Brunt's
dressing-room and returned with the
coveted cord encircling his small
waist. This finishing touch, he felt
sure, made him quite like the altar
boys at st. Jude's. He fshed beneath
his bed and drew out the tomato can
censer filled with the joss-stick.
Come on!" he whispered, and led
the way down the wide stairs.
With caution worthy of better
things, he shot the bolts and opened
the front door, The three grotesQue
figures stole silently out and stood on
the stoop in the cold Christmas dawn.
The air was still and biting; the ST.
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 it72 ne 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, or heral dangel-"
Schuyler thrust q hand over his
mouth.
Shut upI" 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
Dlice and went sprawlingsinto the gut.
ter. He was rescued, bowling; but
not until he had been promised unlim-
tied candy could the march be taken
up again.
who are you going to sing your
carol to?" demanded the practical
"Ninny! To no one in particular,
said Schuyler.
you ought to sing it to some one"
'he persisted.
well, who?" he challenged; but
Seraphina was unable to defend her
'oint thus specifically. "Tll tell you,"
le compromised, well go to Doctor
POSTS. Well sing it on the way, and
ing it to him, too"
Through the deserted suburban
treets they marched; Schuyler in the
cad, swinging his smoking censer val
antly; Seraphina ambling along in
is wake; and little Thad bringing up
he rear, his strange surplice bearing
evidence Of the gutter
rom which he had been recently
shed. And ON the still winter air
ose the three childish voices in the
Id, old hymn.
Doctor Post heard them caroling on
be lawn, and came to the door in his
The thres strangely garbed
CURES met his astonished gaze.
Good Lord! What have we here?'
e gasped.
We're heral dangels," piped little
had
Were Christmas carolers," correct
Schuyler with much dignity.
I'm Frozen" chirped Seraphina.
The doctor made q heroic effort to
Iaintain his gravity.
Come in, come in and get warm"
D said. Merry Christmas to yOu!"
They filed up the steps into the
arm, wide hall, the tomato can send
g out its reek Of burning toss-stick.
Il would like to ask II carolers gen
ally wear SUPPLIES and carry cen
rs?" Schuyler questioned dOubtfully.
The Doctors eyes twinkled
The best / ever beard did" he said
avely. I
Al that moment the telaphone bell o.
atrTOd wildly, and this Ia what they e
ard the doctor say: u
Hello! Yes, this b Doctor Post u
Hing WhO7 On. ft's you, MarEn- >
tl+-hs fingered anect1onatsly souv =
. word Yes. Now dOnt hs q