Show by BERTHA INBODY young dr janet rhodes pulled the brown suede hat closer over her hei eyes she look up to set sec the exchange of santa claus glances between beaming mothers and little boys once was it but one christmas ago a little hand had held tightly to hers she was jostled by the merry rush children with bundles mothers and fathers and little boesl he too had carried packages that seemed too large for him lost last christmas eve lumsie Mum sie in this one he had asked excitedly cit edly its so o o fail so clearly now his question came to her that she answered half aloud oh billy you just wait until morning A dry sob catching I 1 at her throat seemed to steady her she must pull herself out of it at six thirty her childrens hour must be on the air fairy godmother the children had named her thousands of little figures crowding close to the loud speaker listened breathlessly little soldiers she called these little pain weary bodies the fairy godmother shut her eyes in imagination her arms held her own little crippled soldier who fought so bravely against infantile paralysis but promises of santa claus must go out to them unconsciously she ended with the words but you just wait until morning e unrecognized by her it was bitterness that kept her from reading the scrawled childish messages that came to her tonight the basket seemed to mock her A tipsy little envelope sliding from the top seemed to block her way out she stared at it stooped picked it up it clung to her hand pleading from it she drew a soiled card and deciphered the words dere fairy godmother there is bugles with horses on them aint there nick in the bed next to mine aez no wont you aleeze tell santa to bring me one my legs gettin better merrie merric crisbus jimmy dean childrens hospital hospi tul janet pushed through the crowds smiling eyes looked directly into other smiling eyes she was to buy if J 51 VI I 1 I 1 laa 4 janet pushed through the crowd a bugle with a horse on it two hours she searched fruitlessly then like a flash it came to her she would have a small horse soldered to the bugle overruling over ruling the sales mans objections that there time she emerged triumphant with the coveted gift again the words mulsie Mum Mur risie sie in this one its so o o tat fat breathlessly she entered the brightly lighted room of childrens hospital where the annual christmas party was almost 0 over r sh she slipped the package bethinne behind the tree tre and sank into a chair her eyes drifted across the room to jimmy dean even if he be had bad not held a tiny bugle she would have known him by the bravery behind the disappointed eyes and when one is an orphan even fairy godmothers sometimes tail fall you santa was now taking up the tha package saying this goes to jimmy dean doctor janet watched the transformation on jimmys face and eyes it was like the look like the light in her arms tightened but the child was gone bewildered frightened fascinated she stared at the child in the wheelchair the eager little hands fumbled with the gay ribbon then the biggest est bugle came into view he hugged it to himself 1 I knew oh I 1 knew he would bring it if I 1 asked her to tell him janet sat there entranced nurses were taking their charges away and jimmy was out of sight and then somehow she was running after him and her arms were about it |