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Show Too Late. It was Christmas eve. Staring at the dying embers of the f.re was a beautiful woman. Her face was worried, wor-ried, and she clasped and unclasped lier bands In nervous excitement. "Christmas eve," she murmured, "and no money to buy baby a Christiana Christ-iana gift !" Mechanically her eyes wandered around the room unlll, with a guilty start, they restid on somelhlng standing stand-ing on the mantelpiece. It was baby's moneybox. "If I only dared!" she thought; "but wbal would John sayV" For a few mm amis she t.food debating debat-ing Ihe awful que', lion lo Icr mind, and Iben reaclnd for the bov. "John need never know," she said. Willi Irembllng hand i she brute op n Ihe bo: and emptied on the table a rol-leellon rol-leellon of balloon, naili, and t;o on. John had been there find I |