The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1914-12-17

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~ The pirit OF
Yuletide filled the air, and since you
could not help breathing it. the Joyous
song Of Peace and goodwill hooded |
the inner being as welk
In the dormer window of an attic
chamber overlooking the city stood q
little child. She was thin and paIe'
but even these ravagers OF beauty
could not rob her features or their
loneliness. Great blue eyes and gold
en- curls enhanced the fairy-like dell
cacy of her face, and though i'll clad
she possessed the bearing of prln-
cess. Now and again she left her
post at the window and, opening the
door, listened as If expecting to hear
familiar footsteps ascending the
stairs.
When it was almost dark and lights
began to appear here and there over
the housetops, like will-o'-the-wisps In
marshy bog, she drew chair be-
meath the hook driven in the closet
door from which an exceedingly
shabby coat and weather-beaten nat
were suspended. By this means she
was able to reach the garments and
was soon attired for the street. Run
ming back to the window she scanned
the city and the heavens. Just above
the horizon cleaned a single star OF
wondrous brilliancy, and the child, en-
captured by its beauty, forgot that
she intended to go out and remained
motionless watching the respondent
glory of heavens jewel. The room
was flooded with a soft shimmering
light, and the child gave a sob Of JOY
as she suddenly realized that the star
moved. AS far as she could see the
same silvery radiance flooded the sky.
The great soul within that tiny body
sang with happiness-and she softly
whispered: ct is the star of Bethle-
hem. must follow it, like the three
wise mem"
She fastened from the room and
down the flights of steps to the street.
The star moved on and on, unfalter-
ingly, and the tiny figure trembled In
every limb as it followed the WON
drous light.
Beyond the boundary of the city,
over frozen roads and frost-whitened
fields, the tireless lettle feet, i'll pro-
tected by their worn shoes, fastened
after the star.
At last she came to a tiny house
nestled among a group of fir trees.
From the windows came paths of yell
low light, whose warmth and cheeri-
ness drew her on to the door.
She did not pause to knock, but
lifted the latch and entered. The
room was scantily furnished, but a
glowing log fire bathed the homely
surroundings with glorified beauty.
Seated in front of tie fireplace was
a woman who bent 1>vingly over an
infant Grouped abou: her were three
children, while the far,ler of this hap.
py family stood somewhat back OF the
mother hanging branch Of ever
green above the mantel.
AS the little stranger entered and
hesitated, tho children rushed forward
to greet her.
Come in, child" said the mother.
The tired little girl moved eagerl,
forward. "Have I found the king?'
she asked.
"The king?" questioned the proud
mother. Eyes, we think baby is &
king" And she placed the soft, pink
face of the infant close to that of thu
child, who reverently kissed it,
cheek
81 have brought him a gift" sh'
whispered, shyly, offering little beat
purse. The mother stopped and i'm
printed a warm kiss on the lips o
the tiny gift bearer.
Gle will love it, and would thanl
you IL he could. See, he reaches TO
It now The chubby fingers, at
tracted by the brightly colored beads
tried their best to grasp the purse.
"You have given him his frs
Christmas gift" said the fathe,
Draw near the fire-you are cold
while get bowl Of bread and milk.
, The child removed her hat ant
coat, seated herself on the heartl
stool and was soon enjoying tn
q simple fare.
How did you find us?" the woma
asked.
II followed the star" she replied.