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Show THE DIXIE OWL you know, answered the girl as she gently drew the older woman outside and closed the door behind them, You know day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve, shouldnt we get something for Santa Claus, I want to get something if youll just come help me decide what to get. The mothers eyes filled and for one instant she held the girl If it were close to her breast. not for the children I couldnt let you do it, she said chokily. The next day was spent in shopping and packing. When Dorothy went home she was I didnt think tired but happy. that the poor people we study about in sociology were like the Lukes she said as she got ready I wish I could do more for bed. Sudto help people like them. denly she remembered the play she had refused to be in. Snatching up a bathrobe she slipped into it and ran to the telephone, called up Mr. Brooks and told him she had changed her mind and was ready to be in it whenever he was ready. The house is engaged for Christmas Eve but we can get it on New Years, it will do just as well. All right, she answered, Whenever you are ready, and hung up the receiver. Mr. Brooks also hung up his receiver then sat and thought. He was a close friend of Don Lindsays so he knew more than she suspected. He had also happened on a bit of information in his garage that day, when Jim Luke had come in to hire a car. He took down the receiver again. Give me 5770, then a moment later, Hello Lindsay! Hello! Jim Luke has found a job about 50 miles south of here, he came to the shop today to get a car but I didnt have a man who could leave. Can you take him out? Certainly, Im glad he has found a place. The next morning when the car stopped for Dorothy there sat Don in the drivers seat. She spoke to him casually, then took her place in the back seat and remained silent throughout the entire drive. Mr. Luke explained his presence but she said nothing. When they reached the ranch everything was spic and span, Sam had heard of their coming. Joy! Sam this is great of you, she said as he picked her up and carried her to the porch, these kids have never seen a Christmas tree, lets fix one. Ive got the presents and trimming with me.' Sure, anything to please you so long as you dont ask me to accept that movie star in the drivers seat for a brother. He disappeared with an ax over his shoulder and soon returned with a small Christmas tree which he put up in the comfortable living room. Then came the joy of trimming it, Dorothy was almost as excited as the children. After the Christmas presents had been stowed away where Santa Claus could find them and Sam had given Mr. Luke instructions about caring for the sheep, the three climbed into Dons car and went home. How good it seemed to be home, to sit on the arm of Dads chair, talk to him and sit down to mothers table again. Were going to have a real Christmas after all, said Dot as they arose from the supper table, that was the Christmas tree that I stumbled over out on the back porch wasnt it? You can put it up ,Sam, while I rummage through the attic for candles and tinsel. The Christmas bells and wreaths are in the closet under the stairs arent they, mother? Ill ice that cake for you if youll wait till I get the other things sorted out. Christmas day dawned cold and clear, Dorothy awoke early and hummed a Christmas song as she dressed. When she reached the library where the tree had been set up she found Don there alone. If I had known I was going to be here for today Id have brought you a present, he said. This is all I have now. Will it do? He held out her diamond ring. She nodded. Elizabeth Snow. WYATTS PSALM OF LIFE Tell me not in idle jingle, Dancing is an empty dream, For the guy is gay that swings em And girls are all that they seem. A dance is great, a dance is lively- jazzing dancers are the style. Mon thou art for dances going, Has been spoken of my pile. In the schools broad maze of dancing, In the Gym. where it is done, Be not like calm President Henry, Be a dancer have some fun. Miss no dances, theyre so pleas- ant, Let the dead bunch go to bed Dance, dance in the living pres! ent, Dancing now and nine ahead. Lives of jazzing boys remind us, We can step on toes as well ; And departing leave behind us Such lame women as shall tell. Such examples that another, Wasting time in idle chance, A forlorn and awkward brother Seeing, shall take heart and dance. Let us then be up and doing With a heart on dancing set ; Still contriving, still pursuing And each one a partner get. |