Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-12-24


but the sweetness of her smile capt1
waited the man at the desk. And in
the next picture he heard the man
asking the girl to become his wife. A
hillside flooded with moonlight be be-
helK next-tRe picture of an evening
froIg out their honeymoon, with them
sitting on Sthat hillside in the
shadsw of the tall, dark, sweet smell
ing fines t5Ss loomed up as a back
grounds Here there were no more
visions }for q time, while the man sat
starifg dry-eyed into the fire
The scene of the next picture was
laid in the sitting room. She was in
low rocker by the window, sewing
On something soft and white. Every
once in while she looked out of the
window. Through the window he saw
an auto stop in front of the house, and
the man who got out and entered the
house was himself She heard his
step and sat with her hands loosely
crossed on the sewing as he entered
the room and stepping behind the
rocker, put his two hands over her
| eyes. Then she drew down his face
to hers and kissed him OH both cheeks
and then on the forehead and eyes
and mouth. At this, Harlan buried
his head on his arm, while dry sob
shook his throat
"Oh, Nadine, Nadine, why did you
leave mel" he sobbed He turned from
the flaming Goals and his eye fell
upon Christmas tree all decked with
shining ornaments. 1t was real tree.
He knew it was there for the child;
and was annoyed at the thought of
the cause of her death. He lit his pipe
and leaned back for smoke. But
through the blue smoke haze the tree
became an airy phantom dream-tree.
A ladder leaned up against it and at
the top of the ladder, high UP, and
half hidden by the pungent green
boughs, stood a golden-haired woman.
| And he was standing beneath the tree
steadying the ladder with both hands.
She was putting the last touches to
| the tree.
| She held a shining bright tinsel in
her hand; and God, what was this she
was saying!
Look, sweetheart, how bright the
star is! All, dear, next Christmas the
baby will be six months old, just old
enough to notice things; and I'm sure
he will notice this star; now won't
he? Don't you think SO, dear?"
Come down, Nadine, come down;
am afraid you will fall" he heard
1 oo1f n1.v nd ch Ion n O,
| ly descended the ladder, he clasped
her in his arms before she reached
the bottom and kissed her again and
again.
You big story teller she laughing
| ly reproved him, you weren't bit
afraid I'd fall; you just wanted to hug
mel"
What if l did? Now what are you
going to do about it?" he was demand
| ing-when the girl faded, and that
| dream picture of himself in other days
vanished and nothing was left but the
Christmas tree.
/ Harlan pulled his chair away from
| the fire and over to the window, and,
sinking back into its depths, he
watched the glimmer of the windows
in the houses across the street and
their soft shine on the pavement
He must have dozed long time, for
when he awoke the arc lights in the
street were lit and bright shaft OF
light fell across the room, and pres
emily into this shaft of light came
stumbling little white-robed figure.
1t was little boy in his nightgown.
He walked over to the Christmas tree
and toyed playfully with the orna-
ments dangling from the lower
branches.
Pretty, pretty things" he kept say.
ing over and over in a soft little voice,
! Awakened from a dreamless slum,
ber, the first thing Jack Harlan's mind
reverted to was the dream picture OF
his wife in the Christmas tree. And
this was the child, his child and hers.
He heard her voice again
Next Christmas he will be six
months old, just old enough to notice
things, and he will notice the star;
it is so bright"
Had he noticed it that first lone
Christmas when everything was so
desolate in that household? All, there
had been no tree! And the next
Christmas, when the baby was year
and six months old, the nurse had
asked if she might get tree and Har-
Ian had said NO" This year she had
bought one without asking. and Har
Ian felt thankful to her and strangely
glad.
What was the baby saying to him
self?
Il wanted to see the star, the star
but nurse wouldn't let me wait cause
my papa was comm. An now the
stars all gone; it's all dark an gone
out an | don't see it no moreno
more"
The child broke into g little huddled
heap, sobbing in the shadows at the
foot of the tree, and a stray ray OF
light coming thro lgh the hall door fell
upon his fair head.
With a stifed cry of remorse and
pity Harlan gathered the trembling
little form tenderly in his arms and
, pointed out the tinsel star at the tor
of the tree, while the tears of the
child mingled with his. And a great
peace filled. his soul.
Christmas Rites.
Ono of tha charms of Christmas I,