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Show SANTA I Tie Tr?iteF6jc y SI6RID ARNE i i Till! flTOUT sso FA: Wnlla Santa's San-ta's ToTland la la an uproar kecanM the white lax has stolen Helta, a Oil for his Christmas gift, she arrives at fcls dca en th top of a mountain. CHAPTER 18 ' Very, Very Sad Santa called a meetins; In the toyshop The minute he heard lhat Helfta had been taken off by the white fox. The tin soldier awakened awak-ened him to tell him. Santa bounded out of bed with his peaked nightcap hanging over one eye, pulled on his big red trousers and dashed out into the shop to find the tin soldiers waking up all the dolls and fairies. "What's happened?" demanded Santa, and Mrs. Santa, running after him, said, "I'll bet it's that fox." "So it Is," said the soldier cap- tain. "He's stolen Helga." "Oh, my. my," said Santa, and he sunk into his favorite? chair. "Poor doll," said Mrs. Santa. "What are you going to do, Santa?" "That's just it," said Santa. "I can't leave the toyshop or we won't ' tiavs cur Christmas piesenls leady on time, and none of the toys are big enough to battle with the fox. But we must get Helga back." There was a terrific fuss and pother among all the other toys, rushing to get dressed and "shushing" "shush-ing" each other so they could hear what Santa said. The Signal Suddenly Santa stepped outside the toyshop and shook his red cap with the bells. That's his signal when he's. in trouble, and all the fairy people of the north pole come hurrying. The moon came rushing across the sky with the north wind behind, be-hind, carrying the north star in one big. misty arm. A sedate, green fairy dropped from a Christmas tree and a little, glistening lady jumped out of the snow. These were the woods fairy and the snow fairy. Santa told them what had happened, hap-pened, and asked, "What do you suggest?" Then the moon said: "Santa. I can't help. You know how fast the fox runs and how he just tears right through my moonbeams." The moon looked sad. Then the north wind spoke: "Santa, "San-ta, I can't help, either. You know how he laughs at me and rushes right through my puffs." The north wind looked very sad. 1 Can't Help, Either Then the north star spoke: "Santa. "San-ta. I can't help much. He just howls at me. But I can ride around the sky and find him, and hang over him so you'll know where he is." The north star looked very sad. Then the woods fairy spoke. "Santa, "San-ta, I can't help. You know how the white fox scrapes the bark right off my trees. They're afraid of him. We could make a trap with our branches, though." Th woods fairy looked sad. Then the snow fairy spoke: "Santa, "San-ta, I can't help. You know how warm the fox' fur is. and how fast ne runs. Try as I might, I can't make him cold." The snow fairy looked very sad. But then something strange happened hap-pened that no one expected. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. I (Continued Friday) |