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Show I if ""by HkI'kx" liAtsnm -1ERE was sadness in the E I if Jordon's cottage on Indian ti ' I Hill. Even the merriment k , of an aprpoaching Christ-KS.-l-'f "las season could not super-HASAj super-HASAj sede the fact that Foster I Jordan was going blind. I J Blind! That was bad enough. But Foster Jordan, swathed in bandages from the operation that had failed, knew that Helen could never carry on alone. It had been so expensive, that operation that had only served to pronounce his doom more surely. All their savings were gone, and what could the most faithful of wives do, with a baby In arms, and a blind husband? The cottage cot-tage would go, too, and then He roused himself from these gloomy forebodings at the sound of her step at the door. And that she should not think him grieving, he began to sing. "Foster," his wife called, as the door opened, "who do you suppose Is here? My old chum, Pauline West-land! West-land! Y'ou know, the costume designer de-signer in New York? Paulina, this is my husband, that I've written you so much about." "How do you do, Miss Westland. Sorry I can't my eyes, you know " "Of course. I'm so glad to meet you, Mr. may I call you Foster? Helen has told me so much about you." "And oh, Pauline," Helen Interrupted, Inter-rupted, "here is our baby. Isn't he adorable?" Then In a whisper, "Do look more cheerful, darling! If you don't I'll cry and I mustn't do that I" "The doctors give you no hope?" "None whatever. Hut we'll get along somehow " Helen dabbed a! her eyes with her handkerchief. "Foster, "Fos-ter, dear," she said aloud, "you were singing as we came in. Won't you sing for Pauline?" "Yes, please do." "I'm afraid I can't." "Yes. you can, dear. I'll play for you." And so he sang. At last their guest rose to r;o. "1 can't tell you how I've enjoyed your songs," she said. "I'm so glad 1 stopped olT on my way home for the holidays." "You must come again," Helen an swered. "I've enjoyed seeing you so much." "I'm pleased to have met you, Fos ter. anil I wish you both a blessed Cbi'istmasl ide." Hays passed, and it was Christmas. Bright and early came a special de livery letter. "Iiearest Helen," It began. "1 have the grandest newsfor you I As soon us I gol home I phoned to Jud Myei In Now York. He's staging a new show that I'm designing the costumes for and has been simply wild for some act to put In the heart throbs. "Well, 1 1 talked him Into seeing thai a hllng singer would go over big, and raved about Fosler's voice, so It's all arranged. 1 am enclosing his check for $.ril)0, and If you can bo readj we'll all go back to New Y'ork to get her. "With love for a Merry Christmas. Pauline." , 1932. Wontyrn Ncwpupor Unlo |