The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1914-12-18

The spirit o
Yuletide filed the air, and since yo'
| could not help breathing it. the joyou:
song of Peace and goodwin flooded
the inner being as well.
In the dormer window of an attic
chamber overlooking the city stood q
little child. She was thin and pale
but even these ravagers of beauty
could not rob her features of their
loneliness. Great blue eyes and gold
en- curls enhanced the fairy-like deli
cacy of her face, and though i'll clad
she possessed the bearing of a prin-
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 a chair be-
meath the hook driven in the closet
door from which an exceedingly
shabby coat and weather-beaten hat
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-
raptured 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: 1T is the star of Bethle-
hem. I must follow it, like the three
wise meni"
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 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
surroundings with a glorified beauty.
Seated in front of the fireplace was
a woman who bent lovingly over an
infant. Grouped about her were three
while the father of this hap
Ply family stood somewhat back of the
mother hanging a branch of ever
green above the mantel.
AS the little stranger entered and |
hesitated, the children rushed forward |
to greet her.
Come in, child" said the mother.
The tired little girl moved eagerly |
forward. Have I found the king?"
she asked.
1.-THE king?" questioned the proud
mother. Eyes, we think baby is a
king" And she placed the soft, pink
face of the infant close to that of the
child, who reverently kissed its
cheek
Il have brought him a gift" she
shyly, offering a little bead
purse. The mother stopped and i'm
printed warm kiss on the lips of
he tiny gift bearer.
He will love it, and would thank
you II he could. See, he reaches for
t now" The chubby fingers, at
racted by the brightly colored beads,
ried their best to grasp the purse
you have given him his first
christmas gift" said the father.
Draw near the fire-you are cold
While get bowl of bread and milk"
The child removed her hat and
oat, seated herself on the hearth !
tool and was soon enjoying the
nipple fare.
How did you find u.s." the woman
sked.
81 followed the star" she replied.
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