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Show i M lm f iy Hep-ex tAtsr7tti (LTvJj iKRE was sadness in the j CS i ft' Jordon's cottage on Indian Nj " 3 Hill. Even the merriment i Hki A of an aprpoaching Christ- EiS-?. mas season could not super- ! kAjg'S1 sede the fact that Foster j Jordan was going blind. , I J Blind! That was had enough. But Foster Jordan, swathed In bandages from the operation that had failed, knew that Helen could never carry on alone. It had been so expensive, that operation that had only served to pronounce his doom more surely. All their savings were gone, nnd what could the most faithful of wives do, with a baby in arms, and a blind husband? The cottage cot-tage would go, too, and then-He then-He roused himself from these gloomy forebodings at the sound of her step j at the door. And that she should not ! think him grieving, he began to sing. ! "Foster," his wife called, as the ; door opened, "who do you suppose is , here? My old chum. Pauline West-land! West-land! You know, the costume de- ; signer in New York? Paulina, this is ; my husband, that I've written you so ' much about" "How do you do. Miss Westland. j Sorry I can't my eyes, you know " j "Of course. I'm so glad to meet j you, Mr. may I call you Foster? j Helen has told me so much about you." "And oh, Pauline." Helen Inter- ' rupted, "here is our baby. Isn't he adorable?" Then In a whisper, "Do j look more cheerful, darling! If you don't I'll cry and I mustn't do that !" "The doctors give you no hope?" "None whatever. But we'll get along somehow " Helen dahbed at her eyes with her handkerchief. "Foster, "Fos-ter, dear," she said aloud, "you were singing as we came In. Won't you sing for Pauline?" "Yes, please do." "I'm afraid I can't." "Yes, you can, dear. I'll play for you." And so he sang. At last their guest rose to go. "1 can't tell you how I've enjoyed your songs," she said. "I'm so glad I stopped off on my way home for the holidays." "You must come again," Helen answered. an-swered. "I've enjoyed seeing you so much." "I'm pleased to have met you. Foster, Fos-ter, and I wish you both a blessed Christ mastide." Days passed, and It was Christmas. Bright and early came a special delivery de-livery letter. "Dearest Helen," It began. "1 have the grandest news for you! As soon as I got home I phoned to Jud Myers In New York. He's staging a new show that I'm designing the costumes for and has been simply wild for some act to put in the heart throbs. "Well, I talked him into seeing tha; a biing singer would go over big, and raved about Foster's voice, so it's all arranged. I am enclosing his check for ?."i!0. nnd if you can be read;, we'll all go back to New To; k to gether. "With love for a Merry Christmas. Pauline." . 1 9 2 Western Newapapor Union. I |