Show Santa Comes Jules Sevan OLD MARIE didn't quite understand about Santa but her little Pierre Pierre went to school with the other boys while Old Marie sewed dresses in the sweat It had been that way ever since Jacques two years after they left sunny France and cam to New little Pierre would ask her at will Santa Claus brine me the violin from Rubens' pawn shop this Then he would stare expectantly while Marie tried to find an She usually promised him Santa for little Pierre wanted the violin so But as Christmas grew nearer the groceries and coal a She cried to the and shoes used up all her savings-there was nothing left for Pierre Marie was usually but she felt sad when she left the sweat shop Christmas Little Pierre would be home waiting for Santa Claus and the Pierre had seen It in the window at Sam Rubens' pawn shop only a big five-dollar price tag tied around its How sad he would be if this Santa Claus fellow forgot himl Marie was swept along In the Christmas Eve But despair gave way to for a plan suddenly came to her amid this She would beg for alms like her had done back In These Americans they seemed happy enough to help her on Christmas evel a she cried to the passers-by on penny for my Pierre's Marie had collected seventy-eight cents before the big Irish policeman saw old he know can't panhandle Come along now to th A few minutes later old Marie was pouring out her story to the gruff desk She was she say I cannot do But I only try to get money for the so your Santa Claus weel come to my she held out her money only need four dollars and twenty-two cents that's the sergeant he addressed the policemen gathered around his desk kick in the five dollars to buy a violin for Marie's little Sure and where's your Christmas A few minutes later a grateful old Marie was hurrying down the snow- covered side street to Sam Rubens pawn But Sam was just handing the violin to a well-dressed x gentleman as Marie stormed she mus' not buy The she is J for my petit I have five The purchaser was he have just bought It for my grand-son's Marie adamant mus' sell it to The they have j en me the My he will be so The old man locked at you another seven dollar I got better is Sam's eyes lighted It looked like another the gentleman spoke to your Give me the five Old Marie he will be so With that she dashed out into the happy at Pierre was asleep when she ar- rived but he found the violin on the table next It glistened like new Inside the weather-beaten he cried with The But how where who gave It to Old Marie's eyes filled with Claus brought Of course Santa Then there was the policeman and the kind But Pierre didn't hear the last He only knew Santa Claus hadn't i by Western Newspaper |