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Christmas
A Story

Christmas A Story

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CHRISTMAS


THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK · BOSTON · CHICAGO
DALLAS · SAN FRANCISCO

MACMILLAN & CO., Limited
LONDON · BOMBAY · CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE

THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd.
TORONTO


"MARY FILLED HER ARMS WITH HAY AND TURNED TO THE MANGER"
"MARY FILLED HER ARMS WITH HAY AND TURNED TO THE MANGER"

CHRISTMAS

A STORY

BY

ZONA GALE

AUTHOR OF "THE LOVES OF PELLEAS AND ETARRE"

"FRIENDSHIP VILLAGE," ETC.

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

LEON V. SOLON

New York

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

1912

All rights reserved


Copyright, 1912,

By THE McCLURE PUBLICATIONS, Incorporated.

Copyright, 1912,

By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

Set up and electrotyped. Published October, 1912.

Norwood Press

J. S. Cushing Co.—Berwick & Smith Co.

Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.


Contents


I 1
II 4
III 22
IV 43
V 60
VI 74
VII 91
VIII 114
IX 139
X 150
XI 167
XII 194
XIII 216
XIV 233

Illustrations


"Mary filled her arms with hay and turned to the manger" Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
"He stood looking at it from part way across the road" 76
"Across the still fields came flashing the point of flame" 110
"The children began to sing 'go bury saint nicklis'" 150
"Their way led east between high banks of snow" 200
"The three men stepped into the lamplight" 240

CHRISTMAS



I

It was in October that Mary Chavah burned over the grass of her lawn, and the flame ran free across the place where in Spring her wild flower bed was made. Two weeks later she had there a great patch of purple violets. And all Old Trail Town, which takes account of its neighbours' flowers, of the migratory birds, of eclipses, and the like, came to see the wonder.

"Mary Chavah!" said most of the village, "you're the luckiest woman alive. If a miracle was bound to happen, it'd get itself happened to you."

"I don't believe in miracles, though," Mary wrote to Jenny Wing. "These come just natural—only we don't know how."

"That is miracles," Jenny wrote back. "They do come natural—we don't know

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