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TOWN WEEKLY MAGAZINE SECTION Chloe's heart turned In her breast aa he looked straight into her eyes. There was a lit- tie breathless moment. With the eyes of the room upon her she could not but go forward to greet him. The nurse pushed the chair forward and they met —just beneath a great cluster of white-pearled berries. Neither of them saw the mistletoe. Neither of them was conscious of the others about them. Their eyes ^net and clung. And then someone laughingly said: \Look out. Miss Chloe, you're right beneath the mistletoe. Whyn't you kiss her, Doc?\ Chloe stood still. The color poured into her face. Scott, startled, looked up at the clus- ter that hung above her. She saw his hands clench .upon the arms of the wheel chair. The young nurse, smiling, looked at Chloe, waiting. The whole room was waiting. Merry, high of heatt. grateful to these two for the brightness, the color that they had brought Into dull, drab, routine-stagnated lives. Scolt could not rise. Chloe, with a sudden lovely impulsive gesture, bent forward and her hand cupped his face as her mouth found and. for a breath- less ecstatic moment clung to his. She felt the tremor that sped over Scott. For a moment his sound arm went around her, helil her. And then she straightened, dinlletl down at him, 9<';ulet, her eyes shining. There was a little ripple of laughter, applause, and the moment U as gone. The lights dimmed. A tiny bell rang somew here. The mill's own orchestra riled into place in the pit beneath the small stage. There was a little rustling movement as the audi- ence settled itself. Chloe wail grateful for the darkness that hid lift si ailet cheeks aa she s!ip[itM m:u lu-i seat between her father, ulio.se hand closed vwttudy tiM'i hei.s. and Melisfiii who \\ AS smiling to herself in the daikm-ss. Tht' oittu-stia ploughed its dogged way through \Jingle b»'IK jingle belli.\ Then then; was ;i I'l'iMient of silenae, th\ ihik blue (iiitams patted quirtlv till a littb* group of IMIVS an l gills sang in clear, piping tones the lovely old C.lli.l 'Co.! r t st y<\ merry gentie- Iti'-n !>.•' p, 'thing you dismay, Km ChtiM. Our Lord, the S.t\ li Ull , W is hoi n on ('hi ist mas Pay \ The <;uol ended, molheis. fatln-is. hi others, sisters and friends applauded lustily. An- othei Chi ist mas song, nnd then the curtains opened to reveal a simple tableau, the Three Wipe Men against a dark green hill, watilnug the brilliance of the Stai ;n it shone in a blue vehet sky The performance moved foiwaid with a smooth- ness that astonished Chloe, even though she knew how hard Rosalie had worked to make it perfect. The first part of the enter- tainment ended, a breathless pause followed and then—there was the crisp jingle of sleigh bells outside, a loud, genial voice cried cheerfully, \Who* there, boy!\ There was the well simulated clatter of small hooves and from back of the stage emerged the rotund, red- clad, white-whiskered friend of childhood, Santa Claus himself. \Well well! Here Are all my good little children,\ cried Santa Claus cheerfully in a great booming voice that reached to the farthest corner of the big auditorium. \You have all been good little boys and girls, haven't you?\ A chorus of ecstatic assents swept the room. Santa Claus laughed, laid his finger against his nose, winked and said: \Then I guess there's noth- ing for me to do but give you your presents. Let me se« now, is there a little boy here named Bobby Jenkins?\ A little excited whoop proved that there was, and Bobby Jenkins came forward and re- ceived from the hands of Santa, Claus himself the precious pair of expensive skates for which he had longed and had no hope of ever owning. Other names were called. Other excited, ecstatic children raced down to the tree, received, presents longed for, but which they never had hoped to re- ceive. Chloe, listening to their little yells of delight, watching the way they displayed their gifts to parents and friends, told herself with a litUe shaken sob that it waa the grandest Christmas season she had ever had. CHRISTMAS DAY at China- berry Grove seemed t o Chloe a very gay and festive affair. Red Candles glowed through the thick dusk of that Christmas night as Chlnaberry Hall's guests sat down to a late din- ner. There were branches of pine and cedar, loops of grace- ful smllax adorning the walls of the whole house. •-$..• Melissa looked across the ta- ble '-at Chloe who faced Dr. Scott Kelvin, directly opposite. Melissa's eyes were warm and tender. She looked at Howell, distinguished and handsome, a son to make his mother's heart proud; at Jane, erect and vig- orous and superb in beige lace with Howell's orchid on her shoulder; and last of all Melissa looked at Scott Kelvin who sat in his wheel chair, his lean face pale with confinement but his eyes eager and alert and warm as they rested on Chloe, his well-brushed dark red head held high. THE TURKEY ha<J made a magnificent appearance, been properly applauded and ad- mired and what was left of it had vanished to the kitchen; CHRISTMAS FOR SIX 'SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE' THIS IS THE story of flvo men and a boy. You may know the men. They come from your part of the country. They were gath- ered from pursuits of peace in rive of these I'ntted States to engage in conllict for an ideal. The boy well, suppose you see for yourself 1 It is the evening of Decem- ber 24, 1918. The Bcene ia an old bathhouse, one end of which Is partitioned off into living quarters. The place Is a hos- pital centei, a gioup of tents plus temporary structures and older buildings like this one, the worse for war anil wear. The location censors had term- ed it \somewhere In Frame,\ The room has three doors. One Wails to a ilMtkoned alcove fui m.shril with three Army cots Another leads to the hatli-hoti.M*. p.iit of the hos- pital \•ilt-loii-.im ' null Men en- gaged in «> gloiinus. pursuit an wai do not alv ays have the piuileg'* of being clean If (leanhnrss is p« \ t to godliness, thai may explain «hy it Is not always m-\t to \ ai Kivc men .it' 1 seated around a table They are members of a I'nitci! St.tic* Army hospital iinil v, hu'i following the Ar- lnistit'* tin- r;< n!h before, had II.TII li'iii ieil to piesent quar- ters to r\a<iiate wounded to tlv • states ' It was ' \hi i^'ir.i-s Kve, and the men iitr picj'Uing to eolebinte They ait- poin^ to EAT, and joii would un-io stHnd the cap- itals if you hail helped them jirepaie what they termed a liast Hut then* is nothing nttrartiw about hve hungry men Heat . i HI.i f' I'm a \monkey\ sto\t\ Hie l.mil you may have seen in s'.iantu s at railroad Honey in the bowl The \Yelln Role tr f atmr '-f--r« M hcrsr v m th« bowl -—Rivet thi t P'P * a wel l hr».k«\> n N'ff mimrdf- * ^A airly AND impr^niif » the hTiirwoc.il ihn T mighty C fH , o it« wnnrlrrful fbrr .s preserved T • Spiiiil itKihmiri p i- .•• ( I > iu! o I ! r .11 r (') •}u;i t ^lf jiin n cfindentor ^™ YELLO-BOLE crossings. Sam rises to con- tinue the rooking Henry, using the tops of mess kits, begins to serve. Lonnle, nicknamed •the Old Lady,' with Phil ami Red listening, is audibly esti- mating the size of meals he will eat when he gets back home again The men are ready to eat when the door leading to the outside in opened by a little boy. Hia nose is white. His lips are blue He shivers. It is mining In the particular chilly way of \winny \ France. The boy is iis wet Ms a barn- yard hen on a ilay like this. He spt-aks Fiem h with his voice, but his eves, noting the food mi the table, speak an in- ternal i. 'nil l.in^n.ig*' of want. Sam t.ik.-s the liny near the filovr. 11,-niv runs out In the night fin Hie onltit interpret- er.\ The Iwty ts shorn of hirt \sct clothes .uiil wrapjH'd m a blankft In this costume he eats and enta The men ate not hungry. it seems The int-t preter ar- rives The tiny iH'gins to talk and ge-stuie Ami the trans- lator of languages, once upon a time a tutor of languages in Philadelphia, and New York City, voices mi opinion that \the kid is lying.\ The txty says his father has been killtvl in the war. His niothei has IKMMI killed. Every- one has bven ktlleil. And bo is cold ami hungry anil much abused. The translator smiles ami foul out of live of the other men luugh But good old Sam believes. He shelters the boy in his arm s The interpreter warns the boy may \te a run- away Kifiirh police will cer- tainly question his presence in an Army camp. The country is over-run with waifs, Reat- terod by-products of war. Sam s.iys no gendarmes will gel this lad He nlniost rocks him to sleep And kindness bie.ik.s the the Itoy down so he tells Ibf truth His father is dead, Imt his mother works m Over ^00 different «har: r * «i AISO CABBUBfiO* STfuP'TER IMPERIAL HUO IOUS. II.2S I (1.50 Pali s fn bei at h-'i fib'- nl o -.1 ini'tliel. H i I.' to kot-p him with oik as a domestic. In- boy in an insti- which he has run . , T |.t I*T to the .says lit- will adopt tjie boy. Later he goes before a prefect, a sort of family flourt judge in this instance, and then before the American brigadier-general In charge of the sector. He shakes hands and salutes nnd signs import- ant papers. He proceeds by authority of a letter from the boy's mother. Let us bend back years and see some of her words: \Oh do not think; Ameri- calne. solilaire, that I give my boy up easy! Only I renl- ize In France his chance they are nothing, in 'Amereek' his chance may be everything. My boy I give up ... for these reason.\ It Is a good reason. It Is a mothers reason. You will want to know the IHIV'H name. It is Reno To- day his favorite Hiory to inti- mates is that of his trip to the United Slates on a troop ship that brought Sam home Rene is a man now. Sam works for a ihtig company. I^onnie is a registered pharmacist. If you hap|>t-n in hi.s hnme-ttmn iliug stotr, and tind him staring into memory-la nd. yuu may pn's.s from this what he may be re- calling Henry winks fot a steel roni- panv Phi! lues in I'.iand Rap- ids. Mit h Rid -A oiks on a new.spa pel All have unson to recall Clnistmas c\c. H'lK. when Sam so littingly ohserve<I th<- blith- day anniversary of Him who said \Kven as ye do it unto the least of these, my brethien ye do it until Me \ COU.lt \OV .up pi- in forma- lion. hitherto tin fmblinkrd. nhottt «<>mr inlprt'xtin/i fur- tonality in yoUr romniunif>. or of nornr umitttinl incident trith irhirh you aTP /onti/ior, ahout which a nlory like thin conlH he prepared? TOWS leill pay $ I for each ntory which it accpfttm for publication and $1 for roth nuitnhlt 1 photo- graph futhlinhed rvith the ar- ticle. It i* not necntxary that yon nritr thr nrtictr. nimpl>- H-nil in thr /»r/«, nnrl TVJB'iV* editorial \toff uill prvpnrc thr ttorr. AlUlrcn The Kiliior, > TOH V. I-. O. llox 721, Roche,- ler, !S. Y. there had been delicious cuts of mince pie and pumpkin pie, topped, if one wished, with mounds of homemade Ice cream. And now the table had been Reared of everything save the ancient coffee service which rested in its Impressive silver beauty before Melissa. For Melissa frowned upon the cus- tom of coffee In the living room. \Well she said when she had filled the tiny after dinner cups and they had been passed, \it's been a good Christmas. Now I have something to say to all of you. I think you have a right to hear it, yet some- how I don't quite know how to say It.\ \Imagine you, Melissa, want- ing to say something and not knowing how.\ Martha derided gently. Melissa, very grave now, smiled faintly and turned to Howell. \Chinaberry Grove, the Hall, the entire six hundred-odd acres belong to me, doesn't it?\ she aaked unexpectedly. \Well of course, Mother,\ said Howell, puzzled. \I can do anything I like with it, can't I?\ she insisted. \Certainly. Of course you can, but I hope you aren't plan- ning to sell. It's a very bad time - \ began Howell, con- cern ed. \I'm not planning to sell,\ said Melissa instantly. \I've made a new will and I want you all to know that at my death, Chinaberry Grove goes to Dr. Scott Kelvin.\ It was Scott who first man- aged to speak. He was honest- ly aghast, extremely uncom- fortable and he stammered: \Oh but Mrs. Sargent—why — I can't accept It.\ Howell said accusingly, \But Mother, I thought you always meant Chloe to have China- beriy (Trove \ \And you think she won't?\ she asked significantly. Howell looked swiftly at Scott and then at Chloe. The others followiil his eyes. Chloe's color was high, her eyes blazing. Scott looked nt her with such intensity that the others smiled a little and then Chloe was on her feat, her sTiaklng hands on the table, supporting her upper 1M>,1V that leaned towards Me- liss.t \Oh. no you don't!\ blazed Chloe wiathfully. \I know what you're up to. You're try- ing to make it easy for Scott to marry me Well, you needn't bother. I don t want any man w ho has to be bribed to marry me \ \I refuse to accept the gift, of course. Mrs. Sargent,\ said Scott swiftly. \Chloe is quite right. There is no reason why briboiy should come into it. The fact that you gave me financial independence wouldn't make it any more proper for me to propose to her. I still haven't won my independence. I still can't make a living for her —\ Melissa cut in shortly, \You love her, don't you?\ \With all my heart,\ said Scott briefly but sincerely. Melissa turned to Chloe. \And you'll' so much in love with him that you're not fit company for anybody else. Yet bec.iu.se he wns born on Cuiilinucil On Page 10 •f •
