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Show CLOSE QUARTERS. He eyed the Christmas tree with a look of grim determination on his face. It was a fine tree, tall and Btraight, with many symmetrical boughs Just such a tree as would delight de-light the hearts of his children. But he chased them away as he prepared for his work of destruction. Taking off his coat he rolled up his sleeves, and with a hatchet ruthlessly lopped off all the branches. He eyed the result re-sult with satisfaction. Then he took up a saw and divided the tree in the middle. It seemed heartless, but what else could the poor man do? It was the only way he could make the tree fit, for he lived In a flat. |