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Show jTOM'S SAKE BY OTHO B. SENGA. nnJ riul and gorgeous Chrlst- 15 tie-inJoof thereat ill &u' .n & Joyce. All day a con- rnSS,ronS of small admirers fffai : mnlcenco and re5la-feisri re5la-feisri at ii u & fltnS" clad nnd full of joyous i iCirf? rjc"hijren In comfortless rags ChrlsK only by the sight of w -nr othcre. stood side by sldo ! W'Sith Bp eyes at tho be-of be-of costly gifts and brll- riffof twelve or fourteen, with I3, tffrallv old and sharp, unsmiling cDS examined the tree in sift si-ft tfSn down, from sldo to side. fefe emSff?t the back." sho Jifputtcrtd, half longingly, half mii Her brief experience had al-weblW al-weblW Her m aI1(1 falsty .nr cllttcrlne things. She stepped M intS the vestibule where she could irt of the treo away from the Sf Tsuldcn Joy flashed into her frc tmo-thnt tree Is true." sho whls-ijtrly, whls-ijtrly, "tho back is as good as tho vllatcd an instant and then raised ,fusMi hands beseechingly. she cried, "send me a trco for dieter.8 longing made her volco rJr Imperative and the first word SWtly on the ear of a rlchly-JjTOiiaff rlchly-JjTOiiaff lady who was passing close mustn't 6wcar, child!" sho o.-;-J fcorrlodly. ..., t n't swearing." tho girl answered fcjr"Vilhout resentment; "I was pray- Ir'i tree for Tommy." wleranl carriage waited at tho curb lultc young ladv stepped to the sldo-? sldo-? footman threw open the door. ttxi for an Instant, as if thinking, jr turning quickly she went back 5tvvfcstlb'ulc vrhcro the child was still "Will you come with me a minuto? Out of tho crowd," sho added hastily, as tho girl faced her with surprised eye's and an unchlld-llkc, repelling look on her thin face. "Will you step Into the carriage? Please do. I want you to toll mo something and It Is so very cold" Tho girl seated herself on the luxurious cushions, tho young lndy followed and tho Inwardly disgusted footman closed tho door. "Will you toll mo your namo and where you live?" the lady questioned gently. The child regarded her earnestly. "Depends on who you arc and what you want. You ain't a charity worker nor a slum visitor?" Tho young lady smiled undcratandlngly. My name is Margaret Stanhope and I live on Commonwealth avenue. You you spoko of Tommy t" The girl's faco softened. "Yes, he's my brother. My name is Magglo Taylor and I Hvo on Burnham street," adding with a return of her former for-mer manner, "but it ain't a slum street and I don't want no charity." Miss Stojiliopo smiled radiantly. "But I do, Maggie; I am so glad our names arc the same. I need Just what you do not charity. Tell mo something about Tommy." Sho lingered lovingly over tho namo. "Why did you pray for a treo Xor him"'" "Because he's sick. IIo'g only twelve, and ho works In an office, and his boss Is away, and Tommy took sick after he'd gone. Tommy feels sure that If he was hero he'd send his wages to him Just tho same, for he's a good bos and awfully kind to everybody, but the other man his pardner is different." "Maggie." said Miss Stanhope earnestly. "I wish you'd help me to have a happy Christmas. I am all alone In tho world, without anyono to caro for mo, and I want to do something for somo one for cause six months ago I did a wrong nnd cruel thing to some one by that namo. It would help make my Christmas happy If you would let me arrange a trco for vour Tommy. Will you?" The girl drew a long breath. "It ain't charity'"' sho naked doubtfully. "Not to you nor to Tommy," answered Miss Stanhope Joyously, "but it will be to me." "For Tommy's sake," murmured tho girl assentlngly. "For Tom's Bako," echoed Miss Stanhope Stan-hope tenderly. The unbending footman was still moro disgusted when ho was directed to make another round of the stores nnd his bearing bear-ing was nbttolutoly frigid when he was required re-quired to carry a most unbecoming load of bundles up tho stairs to the. little homo on Burnham street. That tho Indignity of a good sized tree was lnld upon Milm also required the concentration of all his thoughts upon tho generous wages Miss Stanhope paid to enable him to endure tho present situation. "I keep house for father and Tommy." whispered Maggie, leading the way "Tommy's In the kitchen I left him there In tho big chair 'causo it's warmer. Wo'll take all theso things In here" opening the door of a neat sitting-room "and, when wo get tho treo fixed I'll push him in In the chair." Surely, never before was a tree so quickly made to blossom and bring forth fruit, nnd it was a "true" tree, with gifts on overy side. Magglo eurvoyed It with Jovful pride, her thin face losing Its careworn look and becoming almost child-like with the Hush of happy excitement. "Miss Stanhope." she Whispered positively, posi-tively, "prayers aro answered I know it now." "Always In tho way Ho thinks best," nnswercd Miss Stanhopo earnestly, adding In her heart, "Lord, I believe help thou mine unbollef!" "I'll bring Tommy In now." Maggie said, and went aftTtly out to tho kitchen. Sho returned almost Immediately. "His boss Is there," Bhe exclaimed excitedly, ex-citedly, "ho got back yesterday. Ain't ho awfully good to como so soon to see Tommy? Tom-my? Tommy looks better already! Tho boss'll push him In." They both turned toward tho door as It was opened and a big armchair with the sick boy In It waa pushed carefully over the threshold. . MJss Stanhopo gave ono look at the tall man behind tho chair and started forward. for-ward. '."r,h,,s. Is Tommy's boss," began Maggie, mindful of hnr duties as hostess, but tho greeting of her two guests quite disconcerted discon-certed her, for "Tommy's boss" caught tlw aristocratic Miss Stanhope In a close embrace, while Miss Stanhono cried penitently. peni-tently. "Oh. Tom, Tom. I have been so sorry nnd I have wanted you so1" |