The Gavelyte, January 1913

The Gavelyte VOL. VII. JANUARY, 1913. NO . 10 " A XMAS INCIDENT ." Mary Bi rd '16. A poorly clad woman, carrying a litionecl off from t1he ref't of the ,store and he decided to go in here and wait for f ,a nta Clau s . He climbed up ,in a big cha,;r and was soon sound asleep. Out in the crowded str eet, Bobby's basket of clothes on her sho'lllders, mother sti'll trudged on. On account was struggling to make her way of the jostling s•be had not miss eicl the through bhe mass of people who gen tle pulling of her skirt and when thronged Broadway, the day before she l ooked around she wa,s terrified to find her child gone. Xmas. She glanced around every now and then to see ,i f the little flaxen- "Oh! My ch ild! My cihild! " she haired child was still clinging to her criEd, but the crowd turned a deaf skirt. ear to her cries of angui sh. As they fought their way th r ough "Ob, ·why wac: I so carel ess ?" slhe the crowd, the little fellow cau giht rep rnacbecl herself. sight of Santa Claus in the hig store She turned and scanned th e street window. He had heard much of him, wi;th eager Eyes, hoping t o get a but for some reason Santa Claus al- gl-impse of her chiJld. Just a litt1e ways seemed to miss 1him at Christ - piece away there was a -crowd of mas time, so he thought it best to go people ,hovering over a life-less form. in and tell him where ·he li ved. He Through them -she caught a glimpse loosenEd his grasp on his mother's of a little flaxen-haired h e-ad. H e r skirt and with great P-ffort, made his bea1 t Etood still with fright. S.he way into the store which seemea a rush ed wi ld1y up to them and cried: veritalJle fairyland to him. "Give me my ch ild! He is mine!" He was dazzled by the many toys "Back! Back!" said t he poli ceman, which met his gaze on every side. this ,;s the c1bilcl of Mr. Rosemo,re, the "Ah!" he thought, "Lhis was certainly grea,t merchant." where old Santa lived, but w1her e could W'ith a heart wrung with grief and he be?" He searched the crowd in remorse, the little woman made her vain for him and he soon became tired way to the cold tenement 'h'ome in for the crowd was pushing and jost- the slums, which she was want to ling him unmercifully. How he wislh- call home. She was sure t h e cib ild d for his moth r! Just then he was Hobby, for she had looked only espied a little room which was par- at the littl e face- but had sh e looked