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She forgot her aching back and led
■the way into the house. Amos was
■as excited and pleased as the children
-and Lizzie, so tired that her old hands
shook, was as elated as the others.
"It’s mucn more roomy than the old
-house and all on one floor. ’Twill save
me the stairs. And the garden’ll be
fine,’* she said, falling to call atten-
tion to the fact that the water was far
from the house and that there was
mo kitchen sink.
“W’ve got to try to keep this place
•cleaner than we did the osher," said
Amos. "Lydia, better wash up for
•upper."
“Oh, daddy,” said Lydia, “I’m too
tired! Don’t make me I”
“All right," answered Amos, “but
.your mother was always clean and so
am I. I don't see where you get it.”
“Maybe one of my ancestors was a
garbage man." suggested Lydia, slid-
ing into her place at the table.
She allowed Lizzie to carry Patience
into their bedroom after supper and
Amos, smoking in the yard and plan-
ning the garden for next year, waited
in vain to hear “Beulah Land” and
■“Wreathe me no gaudy chaplet" float
to him from the open window.
“Where’s Lydia, Lizzie?” he aaked
as the old lady came out to empty the
dishwater.
"She ain’t come out yet
•he's fell asleep, too.”
The two tip-toed to
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Norton farm with her sled, cutting
pine boughs. As she trudged back
through the farmyard, Billy Norton
called to her.
“Oh, Lydia!"
Lydia stopped her sled against a
drift and waited for Billy to cross the
farmyard. He was a large, awkward
boy several years older, than Lydia.
He seemed a very homely sort of per-
son to her, yet she liked his face. He
was as fair as Kent was dark. Kent’s
features were regular and clean-cut.
Billy's were rough hewn and irregu-
lar, and his hair and lashes were
straight and blond.
What Lydia could not at this time
appreciate was the fact that Billy's
gray eyes were remarkable in the
clarity and steadiness of their gaze,
that his square jaw and mobile mouth
were full of fine promise for hiftnan-
hood and that even at sixteen the
framework of his great body was mag-
nificent.
He never had paid any attention to
Lydia before and she was bashful to-
ward the older boys.
"Say, Lydia, want a brace of duck?
A lot of them aettled at Warm Springs
last night and I’ve got more than I
can use."
He leaned bis gue against the fence
and began to separate two birds from
tbe bunch hanging over his shoulder.
Lydia began to breathe quickly.
Tbe Dudleys could not afford a spe-
cial Christmas dinner.
“I—I don't know bow I could pay
you. -Bill—”
“Who wants pay?” asked Bill, in-
dignantly.
"I dasn’t take anything without pay-
ing for it," returned Lydia, her eyes
still on the ducks. "Bat I’d— I’d rath-
er have those than a Ship.”
Billy's clear gase wandered from
Lydia’s thin little face to her patched
mittens and bock again.
“Won’t your father let yoaP bo
asked. *
"I wont tot myoait,” replied the lit-
tle girt.
“Ob!" said Billy, hto gray eyeo
deepening. “Wen. tot me have the
evergreens sad yea go back for some
mere. It*U eevo see getting ma hers."
With «M torwt ter foot Lydia
tooved the fragrant ptto of boughs
tote ti»e eeew. Mm tied toe brace of
floe* to pe etod ead etorted task te>
it
Too Elaborate
The head of the house had tele-
phoned that he would bring homo •
guest to luncheon—a guest whom hie
wife realised be would delight to
honor. Preparations were made a»
cordlngly.
Unfortunately, six-year-old Gladys
camo In a trifle late. She swept the
table with an aii-embracing gianca
“Hum!" she muttered audibly, as she
climbed into her ehair, ”ia this
lunchF
“Why, of course, it’s luncheon
Gladys,” said her mother, with a re
preeeive gesture.
But Gladys was not to bo staye*
"Well," she replied, "maybe it te|
bat it looks exactly Ute Sunday dia
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the window.
On the bed under the covers was lit-
tle Patience, fast asleep, and beside
her, on top of the covers, fully dressed,
lay Lydia, an arm across her little
sister, in the sleep of utter exhaus-
tion.
“1*11 just take her shoes off and
cover her and leave her till morning,”
eaid Lizzie.
But Amos, gazing at his two Ill-
kempt little daughters, at the chaotic
room, did not answer except to mur-
mur to himself, “Oft, Patience I Pa-
tience !**
The cottage was somewhat Isolated.
Amos was three-quarters of a mile
from his work. The schoolhouse was
a mile away and the neareat trolley,
which Lizzie must take to do the fam-
ily shopping, was half a mile back
along the dirt road.
Nevertheless, all the family felt that
they had taken a distinct step upward
in moving into lake shore property
and nobody complained of distances.
Amos began putting in bin Sundays in
cleaning up the bramble-grown acres
he Intended to turn into a garden in
the spring. He coaid not afford to
have It plowed so be spaded it all
himself, during the wonderful bright
fall Sabbaths. Nor was this a hard-
ship for Amos. Only tbe farm bred
can realize the reminiscent joy he
took, in wrestling with the cod, which
gave* up the smell that is more deeply
familiar to nan than any other in
tbe range of human experience.
A dairy farmer named Norton, up draw,I*«
tho rood, gave him manure in ex-
change for the promtoe of early veg-
for hie table. After his sped-
Amos,
by tbe
depremou vol's meant just one thing
—money trouble. Aiuoe hesitated.
“Where’d you get that dress, my
dear?” ho asked.
“Lizzie and 1 made it of that one
of mother’s,” answered the child. “It
isn’t made so awful good, but 1 like to
wear It, because it was hern”
"Yes, yes.” said Amos absently.
The drees was a green serge, clum-
sily put together as a sailor suit, and
the color fought desperately with the
transparent blue of the little girl's
eyes.
“Lydia.” said her father abruptly.
“You’re a big girl now. You asked
for skates and a sled for Christmas.
My child, I don't see how you children
are going to have anything extra for
Christmas, except perhaps a little
candy and an orange. Taat note with
Marshall comes due In January. By
standing Levine off on the rent, I can
rake and scrape the interest together.
It's hopeless for me even to consider
meeting the note. What Marshall will
do, I don’t know. If I could ever get
on my feet—with the garden. But on
a dollar and a half a day, I swan—”
“No Christmas at all?” quavered
Lydia. “Won’t we even hang up our
stockings?”
“If you’ll be contented just to put a
little candy In them. Come, Lydia,
you’re too big to hang up your stock-
ing, anyhow.”
Lydia left her father and walked
over to the window. She pressed her
face against the pane and looked back
to the lake. As she looked, the weight
on her chest lifted. The trembling in
her hands that always came with the
mention of money, leswened. The child
even as early as this, had the greatest
gift that life bestows, the power of
deriving solace from sky and hill and
sweep of water.
"Anyhow,” she said to her father,
“I’ve still got something to look for-
ward to. I've got the doll house to
give baby, and Mr. Levine always
gives me a book for Christmas."
"That’s a good girl I” Amos gave
a relieved sigh, then went on with his
brooding over his nnllgbted pipe.
And after all, this Christmas proved
to be one of the high spots of Lydia’s
life. She had a joyous 24th. All the
morning she spent In the woods on the
Lydia Dudley, with her baby
sister, Patience, returns home
trom an afternoon of play, The
home is an untidy home, the im-
poverished household of her fa-
ther, Amos Dudley, In Lake City.
Her father's friend and her own
devoted admirer, John Levine,
are discussing affairs in general.
Land is getting more valuable
every day. Amos thinks that it
ta time the Indians, who occupy
a reservation twenty miles away,
were moving on In order that
the white men might have thia
land. John Levine, after talking
things over, announces his in-
tention of going into politics.
The next day, . Lydia, Patience
and companion, Kent Moulton,
playing by the lake, are accost-
ed by an old squaw who lives on
the reservation nearby. Lydia
gives her food. Margery, ths
small daughter of Dave Marshall,
the town's banker, joins them.
They decide to go out on the wa-
ter in a boat. Margery falls In-
to the water. Pulled out unhurt
but frightened, she Is taken home
by Lydia and Kent Her father
calls on Amos to complain, blam-
ing Lydia und Kent for the mis-
hap. Lydia explains the acci-
dent, and says that because Mar-
gery is "stuck up" she is not a
popular playmate. Marshall ar-
ranges for Lydia to teach Mar-
gery to swim.
plowed to ter frees a eettoe kaodtafr*
chief, Lizzie’s gift.
Jobu Lavine appeared at noon, ladea
like a pack home Thia was hla great
opportunity during the year to do
things for the Dudley children and ha
took full advantage of the moment.
Books for Lydia, little tope for the
buby, a pipe for Amos, a woolen dress
pattern for Llule, a blue sailor suit
for Lydia, a fur hood for Patlenea.
John's thin, sallow face glowed, hia
black eyes gleamed as he watched the
children unwrap the packages. In
the midst of the excitement, Lydia
shrieked:
“My ducks! My ducks!” and bolt-
ed for the kitchen.
“The pie !** cried Ltaale, panting
after her.
“Don’t tell me they’re spoiled!"
groaned Amos, as with John and ths
baby, he followed Into the kitchen.
“Safe!” shouted Lydia, on her knees
before the oven. “Just the pope’s
nose is scorched! The pie is perfect.”
“Let’s eat before anything else hap-
pens,” aald Amos, nervously.
“Lord!" said John Levine, “who’d
miss spending Christmas where there
are children? I'd a gotten out here
today if I'd had to come barefooted.”
The dinner waa eaten and pro-
nounced perfect. The gifts were re-
admired. John Levine, with Lydia
and Florence Dombey on hla lap,
Amos with the drowsy little Patience
in hla arms, and Lizzie, her tired
hands folded across her comfortable
stomach, sat round the base burner
while the wind rose outside and the
boom of the Ice-locked lake filled the
room from time to time.
“Fearful cold when the ice cracks
that way," said Amos.
“ The owl, for all his feathers was
a-cold.' ” murmured Lydia.
“Where’d you get that and what's
the rest of it?" asked Levine.
"Selected Gems,” replied Lydia.
“It’s a girl's poem. Gosh, I’ve been
happy today! Daddy, you thought we’d
have an awful poor Christmas, didn’t
you? Poor old daddy! Why, I’ve just
felt all day as if my heart was on tip-
toes.”
It had Indeed been a high day for
the child. Perhaps she remembered
it for years after as one of her perfect
days, because of the heartbreaking
days that followed.
For little Patience for the first time
In her tiny life waa taken ill. For
three or four days after Christmas she
was feverish and cross with a hoarse
cold. When Amos came home tbe
fourth night, he thought she had the
croup and rfbnt Lydia pelting through
the darkness for the dairy farmer's
wife. Mrs. Norton, the mother of
Billy, was not long In coining to a de-
cision.
“Taln’t regular croup. You
after the doctor, Mr, Dudley."
Patience, frightened by her difficult
breathing, would let no one but Lydia
touch her. Under Mrs. Norton’s su-
pervision, she packed the baby in hot
water bottles while Lissie heated water
and stoked the Area till the stove
doors glowed red.
Amos came back with the doctor
about nine o'clock. Patience was In
a stupor. The doctor sent Lydia away
while he made his examination. The
child clenched her flats and walked
up and down the living-room, cheeks
scarlet, eyes blazing. Suddenly She
dropped on her knees by the window
and lifted her clasped hands to tbs
stars.
"God!
■’%k.
Tragedy for the flrsf- time
stalks Into Lydia’s life. How
Is It going to affect her? Will
oho lose faith or will It strength-
en her?
iHTili
God, up there!” she calle*
“If you let her die, I’ll never pray to
you again! Never! I warned Yoe
when You let mother die!”
She remained a moment cn her
knees, staring at the stars while frag-
ments of Sunday school lore flashed
through her mind. “Our Father who
art in heaven," she said. “No, that
won’t do. Suffer little children to
come unto me. Oh, no, no."
The door opened and Lizzie came
out, tears running down her cheeks.
Lydia flew to her.
“They say I got to tell you. Diph-
theritic croup—her lungs is full—no
hope."
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weight of worry and responsibility
that she had carried since her baby
sister of two weeks had been turned
over to her care left her.
John Levine came home with Amos
one night to supper. Amos felt safe
about an unexpected guest on Satur-
day nights for there was always a pot
of baked beans, at the baking of which
Llxcle was a master hand, and there
were always biscuits. Lydia was ex-
pert at making these. She had taken
of late to practicing with her moth-
er’s old cook book and Amos felt as If
he were getting a new lease of gas-
tronomic life.
“Well," said Levine, after supper
waf finished, the baby was asleep and
Lydia was established with a copy of
‘The Water Babies” he had brought
her, “I had an interesting trip, this
week."
Amos tossed the bag of tobacco to
Levine. “Where f
“I put in most of the week on horse-
back up on the reservation. Amos,,
the pine land up in there is something
to dream of. Why, there’s nothing
like it left in the Mississippi valley,
nor hasn’t been for twenty years.
Have you ever been up there?”
Amos shook his head. ‘T’ve just
never had time. It’s an awful trip.
No railroad, twenty-mlle drive—"
Levine nodded. ’The Indians are
In awful bad shape up there. Agent’s
in it for what he can get, I guess.
Don’t know as I blame him. The
sooner the Indians are gone the bet-
ter it’ll be for us and all concerned.”
“What’s the matter with ’em?”
asked Lydia.
“Consumption—some kind of eye
disease—starvation—"
The child shivered and her eyes
widened.
“You’d better go on with the ’Water
Babies,’ ” said John. “Has Tom fallen
into the river yet?"
“No, he’s just seen himself in the
mirror,” answered Lydia, burying her
nose in the delectable tale again.
“It’s a wonderful story,” said Le-
vine, his black eyes reminiscent. “It
bas some unforgettable verse in it.
Well, as I was saying, Amos, that tim-
ber isn’t going to stay up there and
rot—because, I’m going to get it out
of there!”
“Howf asked Amos.
“Act of congress, maybe. Maybe a
railroad will get a permit to go
through, eh ? There are several ways.
We’ll die rich, yet, Amos.”
Amos pulled at his pipe and shook
bis head. "You will but I won’t It
isn’t in our blood."
"Shucks, Amos,
nerve?"
Amos Jooked at Levine silently for
a moment. Then he said huskily:
.“My nerve Is gone with Patience.
And if she isn’t in heaven, there isn't
one, that’s all.”
Lydia looked up from her story with
a quick flash of tragedy in her eyes.
“Well," said John, smiling at her
gently, “if you don’t want to be rich,
Amos, Lydia does. I’ll give her the cot-
tage here, the first fifty thousand 1
make off of Indian pine lands. ”
x “Mr. Marshall says ’like h—1 you'll
get some Indian lands,’ ” mused tbe
child.
Both
“What!"
Lydia was confused but repeated
her conversation with Marshall.
“So that's the way tbe wind blows,"
said Levine*.
“You don’t think for a minute
there’s a banker in town without one
hand oh the reservation,” said Amos.
"Lydia, you’re old enough now not to
repeat conversations you hear at home.
Don’t you ever tell anybody the things
you hear me and Mr. V«vine talk over.
Understand?" sharply.
“Yea, daddy,” murpiured Lydia,
flushing painfully.
"You don’t have to jaw the child
that way, Amos.” Levine's voice was
Impatient “Just explain things to
her. Why do you want to humiliate
her?"
Amos gave • short laugh. ’Takes a
bachelor to bring up kids. Run along
to bed, Lydia/’
“Lydia's net a kid. She's a grown
up lady in disguise,” Said Levine,
catching her hand as she passed and
; her to him. “Good night
young Lydia! If you were ten years
elder and I were ten years younger—"
Lydia smiled through tear-dimmed
eyes. “We’d travel!” she said.
Amos, always a little moody and a
little reetieee, eiace toe children's
mother had gone to her last sleep,
grow more eo to the end of toe year
approached. It was perhaps a week
Lydta waa haMflar than she had Hfore Christmas on a Sunday after
tea etoee her mother’s death. She noon that he called Lydia to him. Pa
ta and same to tar i
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Patience. It would be difficult to say
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found on the breakfast table. Amos
unwrapped his to find therein a pipe
tray fashioned from cigar box wood
and stained with Lydia's walnut dye.
Lizzie’s gift was a flat black pin-
cushion, with “Lizzie, with love from
Lydia,” embroidered crazily on it in
red. Lydia and Patience each wore
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ward the woo* rhea passed and
looked back at Billy.
Thank you a hundred times," she
called.
"it waa a husineas deal.
Heeded,” he replied.
Lydia nodded and trudged off. The
boy stood for a moment looking at
the little figure, then he started after
her.
"Lydia, I’ll get that load of pines
for you.”
She tossed a vivid smile over her
shoulder. “You will not. It’z a busi-
ness deal."
And Billy turned back reluctantly
toward the barn.
In an hour Lydia waa panting up
the steps into the kitchen. Lizsle’a
joy was even more extreme than Ly-
dia's. She thawed the ducks out and
dressed them, after dinner, with the
two children standing ao cloae as at
times seriously to Impede progress.
"I’m lucky," said Lydia. There
isn't anybody luckier than I am or has
better things happen to ’em than I
do. Won't daddy be glad I”
Amos was glad. Plodding sadly
home, he was greeted by three glow-
ing faces in the open door as soon
as his foot sounded on the porch. The
base burner in the living-roem was
clear and glowing. The dining-room
was fragrant with pine. He was not
allowed to take off*hls overcoat, but
was towed to the kitchen where the
two birds, trussed and stuffed for the
baking, were set forth on the table.
"I got ’em I" shouted Lydia. “I
got ’em off Billy Norton for a load of
pine. Christmas present for you, dad-
dy, from yours truly, Lydia!’’ She
seized the baby’s hands and the two
did a dance around Amos, shouting,
"Christmas present! Christmas pres-
ent!" at the top of their lungs.
"Well I Well 1” exclaimed Amos.
“Isn't that fine! If Levine comes out
tomorrow we can ask him to dinner,
after all. Can’t we, Lizzie?"
“You bet we can!” said Lizzie. “And
look at this,
for a surprise,
wife’s recipe.”
She held an open Mason jar under
Amos' nose.
"Mince meat!" he exclaimed. “Why,
Lizzie, where’d you get the makings?"
“Oh, a bit here and a bit there for
the last two months. Ain’t it grand?"
offering a smell to each of the chil-
dren, who sniffed ecstatically.
When the baby was safely asleep,
Lydia appeared with two stockings
which she hung on chair backs by the
stove in the living room.
"I’m putting them up to hold the
candy,” she explained
suggestively.
He rose obediently
half a dozen oranges
candy.
"Oh, that’s gorgeous,” cried Lydia,
whose spirits tonight were not to be
quenched. She brought in the doll
house.
"See, daddy," she said with the
pride of the master builder. “I colored
it with walnut juice. And I found the
wall paper in the attic.”
Amos got down on his knees and ex-
amined the tiny rooms and the cigar
box furniture. He chuckled delight-
edly. "I swan,” he said, “if Patience
doesn’t want it you can give it to me I”
T’m going to let Lizzie put the
candy in the stockings," mused Lydia,
“then I’ll have tliat to look forward
to. I'm going to hed right now, so
morning will come sooner."
Alone with the stockings, into
which T.lzzie put the candy and
oranges, Amos sat long, staring at the
base burner. Something of the urgeat
joy and beauty of the Eve touched
him, for he finally rose and said:
“Well, I've got two fine children,
anyhow." Then he filled up the stoves
for the night and went to bed.
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