Show l a ItS RS VAN DUSEN sat wallin wailing over o n a letter from her son The poor dear boy boyl I How frightful for tor him I t How k d dreadful rea d t u I Marooned up there with all those horrible people 1 A A. bad storm had harl prevented pre him from taking the weekly boat to the mainland There would be no way of ot getting home until after Christmas 1 In n the meantime the subject t of her despair was yelling jelling the loudest of ot four tour fourteen teen lively boys They swarmed upa steep hill hili dragging sleds Hey ney Mr Van an Dusen bet I beat you jou this time I Say my ripper Is the fastest on the slide I Bet net yer yet yera yeta a herring Ill I'll touch the goal first I 1 Down they went again sleds skimming skimming skimming skim skim- ming like Ilke birds upon the Icy tracks Feet guiding them from behind Eyes Ces fastened on the tricky turn tum at the bottom bot bot- tom Van Dusen seventh In III line by that name nome son and heir toan to toan toan an old name and vast fortune saw that someone was bound hound to have ha havea haea a nasty spill He ne wa was directly abreast of ot two youngsters There was room for two to squeak by If It they had good luck er Never for tor three Van Dusen had tobogganed In Switzerland Switzerland Swit and ridden boards surfboards In Hawaii and climbed a few tew Alps In n Italy Haly but It is s safe sute to say that he lie had never suffered a keener moment of ot ottlar fear than he experienced In this faraway faraway far far- away village of ot Newfoundland sliding down hill bill with fourteen village village vil vil- lage children Van Dusen was keen but Sandy Galt Gait was keener He Ill too saw law the danger ahead Somebody had to be squeezed You couldn't stop the sleds now they were going too fast tast Loo Lookout out yelled Ransome trying to take the Inside near the sharp rocky turn tura Look out yourself I shrieked Andy and kicked out with a 11 foot toot spilling the theman theman man maD sideways from his sled Andy himself swerved to the Inside Two more boys crowded close Three sleds came together with a 11 crash I Ransome on top without his sled That evening e he sat lat by Sandy Sandys bed and told him stories so that the boy partly forgot the pain In his broken leg It was Christmas eve and RanSome Ran nan Hansome some said suld he was never ne happier In his bis life lite Ive I never had hod a better friend frien d than you Sandy be sold said Youre Tour e some tine lne little sport Dont Don't worry things will be all right for you I Im I'm going to keep you OU for tor a friend all aU my life lite I Too bad mother ha hasto has hasto e to miss amiss this She doesn't kno know w what ha t It Is to have hate a good time Ua Have ve vean an apple Sandy old fellow And thus two friends were made th the e day before Christmas In a far away village of ot Newfoundland a lilt 1131 N wip p t Union |