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December 1940 Page 7 CHRISTMAS ON THE MOOR The mercury was fastly falling while over the 'bleak and barren Moor a wild and fearful storm was raging, bringing suffering to the few poor people who lived there. The whirling, descending, and 'irifb- ing snow piled high above the fences and hedges. Inside the iiita people hovered about the fireplace to keep from freezing. In wonder they shook there heads at the fury of the storm. Near the chimney sat a mother, Icnitting, while the father read a paper. Their young son was standing near a table stor ing away into boxes gifts that were to be given to their friends and loved ones Christmas day. Sud denly the mother stopped her knit ting, "I heard a cry, just as though someone near was calli.ng for help." The father, listening at the opon door, murmured, "It is a fearful stormi I hear no one, and beside^ no one could ever face this snow." He quickly closed the door to keep the ice cold wind from rushing past him. The son immediataly said to his objecting parents, "Someone called us ; I will go." Still prostesting, his father said, "Surely, we must be mistaken. Do not risk your life; wo lost your older brother— stay, you are our only one," "Father," said the boy, "isn* t it much better that I lose ray life than to know that in this fiercely drifting snow wo let some poor friend suffer an? die. Although my brother out upon the raging sea may have perished, it is our duty now to save one. Goi has power to care for us." Heeding not his fat/ier's warning, he sprang out into the darkness . He called and called, but above the storm his own voice was aU he heard.Then half hidden beneath the snow he discovered a still , unconscious form.Lifting the half frozen victim, he shouted through the falling snow. "Father! Gomel It is my brother I It is Frank , who we thought was dead. I ca;m,e out to find another and have found our own instead. ONLY A HIRACLT] As young Billy Ciuimings walked along the street toward his home on ;the East Side of New York, he realized it was only tv/o days be fore Christmas. With downcast eyes and a troubled look on his face he was thinking of his Mom back in their flat. He laaew that when Cliriatmas morning came there would be no more than usual in their flat. Unless some mira cle happened and heppened quickly, there would be no Christmas din ner, no Christmas presents, not even the Christmas spirit in the air. Suddenly Billy stop]3ed and look ed down at his foet. Lying there on the pavement was a billfold, old-looking and worn. His mind immediately filled with ideas of what he could buy for Mom with the money in the billfold. But how did he know there was any money in the pocketbook? To find its contamts was one way only, so Billy picked it up and poened it. Inside ho found more money than he had ev3r seen before. Altogether there was nearly one hundred dollars in the wallet; Billy looked at the money longingly but realized it was wrong for him to take it. His mother would never let him keep it. Deciding to carry it to the local police station, he stftrt e d out. On arriving there, he found a stranger talking to the desk sergent, "Yes, I lost the wallet over on Seventy-third street," When Billy heard this, he hand ed the wallet to the policemai, The stranger's face b'jamod with pleasure at seeing his lost pur se. On Christmas morning Billy was surprised to find outside his door a basket full of feo(i, friiit,' nuts, and candy. Written on the basket were those words: "F^om your better self,"
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