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there were British soldiers and ten pounds for
She did not hesitate. For flfty years her
man had led an honorable life. He had never
suffered a moral collapse before, and he
would not do it because of her, on Christmas
Eve. She pulled down the shot gun from over
the nre place, threw a shawl over her shoul-
ders, and dragged her pain-wracked frame out
through the door in pursuit of the traitor.
Because of his tortured conscience, he was
walking very slowly-taking two steps for-
ward and one backward, as they say. She toil-
ed painfully up the hill after him. Her cough-
ing was drowned in the whistling wind which
kicked up the snow around her. Within
twenty-live yards she went down on one knee
and took aim.
"Pat," she sobbed. He must know how it
He turned. Her tlnger tightened on the trig-
ger. The Christmas present bit so deep that he
never heard the shot.
She crawled, to his side.
"Pat, I made you a present of your soul, an'
him a present of his body: an' I'll not be
needing a Christmas box now."
Two souls were reborn on the Birthday.
THE ADVENTURES OF BLOIS
CA Count of Some Accountl
By L. Caroline Borsalino, '31
It was about a year and a half ago that
Jacques Blols decided to utilize his most val-
uable asset-namely an intimate knowledge
of the habits and manners of swanky army of-
dcers. He knew them by heart and could as-
sume them with ease.
His father was a coachman on the estate of
a wealthy family in Lyons, and Jacques him-
self, while serving in the Imperial Guard, was
for a time, an orderly to a real count. The
count's name was Monvert, and Jacques ob-
served the impression this name made every-
where. The count could order what he liked on
credit and shop-keepers felt honored when he
came to buy from them. Jacques wondered if
he could not make a similar impression if he
had the same name. He tried it once or twice,
just for fun in Paris where he was a taxicab
driver, and it worked quite smoothly.
Of course, the name alone was not enough.
He had to have good clothes, brilliant uni-
forms and military decorations. To these he
added a monocle set firmly ln his right eye.
With this equipment. he was sure, he could
live like a real count, and that would be bet-
ter than drlvinga taxi. With this idea set tlrm-
ly in his mind he bought a ticket to Nice, and
launched upon his spectacular career, as Count
He took the most expensive suite in the best
hotel, donned his uniform and breezlly enter-
ed the dining-room on the evening of his arri-
val. He was elegant, handsome, a bit rseerved
but genial, and spoke his French in short sen-
tences and with a commanding tone affected
by the officers of the former Imperial Guard.
He ordered champagne, and when the propri-
etor of the hotel came to ask if Hls Excel-
lency was satisfled with everything, Jacques
nodded graciously and asked him to recom-
mend a reliable automobile house where he
might buy a car. There was an initial pay-
ment required which Count Monvert ordered
to be paid by the hotel clerk and added to his
bill. He couldn't be bothered with trlfles. For
the balance payment Monvert gave a note,
which was readily accepted by the dealer and
discounted by the local bank. '
The next day Jacques hired a chauffeur and
made a tour about the city. He took luncheon
at an exclusive restaurant where the city's
most prominent business men assembled.
Count Monvert found it easy to make acquaint-
a.nces. He received invitations which, however,
he did not accept for the time being. He was
duly reserved, as became a real arlstocrat
who could be a charming companion at the
dining table but was particular about his so-
On the other hand. he made no secret of the
fact that he was interested in business. He was
an importer of German chemicals, he explain-
ed, and was on a buying tour. There was a
chemical factory in the city, and Jacques vis-
ited it: in fact, he bought a large quantity of
chemical products, and gave promissory notes
by way of payment, and had his purchases
ent to a Berlin address. - '
Two days later Jacques went to Berlin, re-
ceived the goods and sold them at a low cash
price. On the strength of this, Jacques decid-
ed that he wa eminently ntted for the Count's
business and made necessary preparations to
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THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
By C. Rubinow, '31
Scene-The well furnished private office of
Attorney A. E. Brown.
Time-The day before Christmas.
Attorney Brown--an elderly, successful-
Miss Allen--a capable-looking young busi-
ness woman of thirty-tive, Brown's secretary.
A stenographer--a typical young typist.
CMr. Brown signs the last of a large stack
of letters and then, after consulting his memo-
randum, presses a button on his desk. He
smiles mysteriously as he awaits the arrival
of Miss Allen. Miss Allen enters from another
office, and she approaches Attorney Brown's
desk, notebook in hand.J
Atty. Brown: Miss Allen, being awoman, you
ought to be able to advise me about what
would make a suitable gift for my wife.
Heaven knows, as far as I can see, she buys
everything she wants, but there'll be war
in camp" unless I present her with some
gift on Christmas morning.
Miss Allen: Well-I think perhaps a new
pocketbook might do-or perhaps some
sort of a necklace. Really, I don't know
just what she would like.
Atty. Brown: All women like the same sort
of things-think of something you'd select
for your own Christmas gift. Surely there
is something you want.
Miss Allen: I think I'd choose a dressing
gown, Mr. Brown. The new ones are ex-
tremely dainty and good looking. Really,
I think that would make an excellent gift.
Atty. Brown: Don't know much aboutwo1nen's
things, but it sounds all right to me. You
may leave the office now to purchase it.
Better get it at Gordon's or King's and
charge it to me. Get something nice, now.
Miss Allen tleavingjz I'll try.
QExit Miss Allen. Atty. Brown resumes his
work as curtain falls to denote the pass-
ing of about an hour.J
As curtain rises again Atty. Brown is seat-
ed at his desk dictating to a stenograph-
er. Miss Allen enters carrying a box.l
Atty. Brown: How did you make out?
Miss Allen Cplacing package on deskbz Well,
I think that it will do.
Atty. Brown: Sure that it's a nice one?
Miss Allen: Well, I like it very much, myself.
Atty. Brown frising and smllingbz Keep 'lt
for yourself, then. I wanted to give you
an especially llne present this Christmas
in appreciation of the excellent and 'con-
scientious work you did on the Byron
case. I decided that this was the only
way to get you something I'd be sure you
would like. As for my wife, she always
selects her own Christmas gift.
THE DOUBLE BARRELED
By James Toman, '33
This story is true enough. It sifted over
Pat and Kate Malone lived, or managed to
exist, in a mud hovel consisting of almost tour
walls and a root, in Golway. One of the
numerous persecutions was in full swing, and
the people of Golway could have counted their
shillings on the Hngers of both feet. Kate
Malone had consumption, and Pat didn't even
have that much. . .
"Pat, it's Christmas Eve."
"It's cold, too, but they don't put that on the
calendar. An' there lsn't onythin' to ate in the
house, nor onythin' to burn. It'll not be much
of a Christmas for us, Kate."
"It could be worse, Pat. Ye've still got me."
"How long can either of us last, the way
things is? I've got to raise money somewayf'
"Ye wouldn't steal it, Pat, nor ye cou1dn't
beg nor borrow it."
"But I could earn it, love. The British gov-
ernmint is obligln' that way, if you know
what I mane."
"Ye mane ye'd be a dirty traitor and inform
on a man that trusts ye? Ye're the only one
that knows about him, Pat, an' ye wouldn't
"I know it's hard, but it's his one'-life
against our two. I wanted to buy ye a Christ-
mas box, Kate. But ye know I'm only slobber-
ing. Go to sleep, now, an' I'll try to dig up
some wud for the ire." '
She went to sleep, but not forlong. Icy hm
gers dug into her lungs, and she awoke lin a
spasm of coughing. Pat was gone. She looked
out. A double row of footprints stretched down
the hill and up the next toward town, where
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set up a business of this kind on a larger
So now Jacques Blois, or, as the styled
Count Jacques Monvert, traveled to and fro
among the industrial centers of France and
Germany. He established his headquarters in
Nice, where he rented a line apartment in a
fashionable section of the city, furnishing it
with antique pieces and reserving two
rooms for his office. His method was simple
and invariable: he bought merchandise on
credit, disposed of it at very low prices for
cash and in the meantime lived on the grand
scale of a real and wealthy count. He was
clever enough to know that if he wanted to
keep up this business for any length of time,
he must establish a real credit and pay his
promissory notes when they fell due. In order
to do this he had to buy and sell on a much
larger scale. .
Of course, the gay Count gave parties and
had love affairs in Nice and Berlin, the two
cities where he spent the greater part of his
time. In Nice, he courted a beautiful chorus
girl, and in Berlin he was often seen in the
company of an equally attractive singer. His
entertainments were famous among the young
people of Nice, and it was agreed that wnne
Count Monvert undoubtedly was a born aris-
tocrat, he was the most democratic among
the representatives of a. farmer feudal regime.
As for Jacques Blois, he soon felt at home
amid his new surroundings and laughed at the
stupidity of those simpletons who work
twelve hours a day to eke out a frugal liveli-
- ., ' THE MOUNTAINS
By -Bernice Harrison, '32 '
There were, a few years ago, a middle-aged
man' and his wife, who lived in a lonely hut
in the mountains. They were situated about
twenty miles from the nearest town, and a
few days before Christmas I decided to .visit
them. It took me practically a wh'o1e"day to
get there, as the way was rough and there
was a. fresh? snow, which had fallen the night
before. Drawing near to the little cabin, I
could not help but marvel at the beauty and
quietness of it alll Thescene wasa picture in
itself-a log cabin covered with snow and
surrounded by tall trees which seemed to be
dressed in ermine. The sun was just going
down in the west and the mountains in the
distance were a hazy purple. tOh, how differ-
ent this was from the crowded city with its
dirty buildings and streets!J
At the sound of our sleigh, the woman came
out from the delightful, little cabin, with a
Shawl over her haecl. After shaking the snow
from our clothes, we went inside to a cheer-
ful hreplace, the only light.ln the room. We
were ushered to our rooms by the woman,
while her husband carried in our bags. Of
course, there was much talking and. laughing,
and then we were back again in the little
room before the fireplace. 1
We talked of many things, and it finally
came to Christmas.
"How do you observe Christmas?" I asked,
wondering how this old couple could have a
happy holiday in such a deserted place.
"Why-John always gets a small ilr tree,
and then the two of us decorate it on Christ-
mas Eve. You know it wouldn't be Christmas
without a tree! Then, we always manage to
get a large turkey from the valley below for
our Christmas dinner. Of course, then there
are the presents. There are so many things
one can make at home, and many times John
will go to town before the winter snow sets
in, and he will buy a few useful things that
he thinks I might like for Christmas. But, oh,
we certainly do have a good time!"
What a different Christmas this is from
what many people have! From most people,
all you hear is, "Oh, Christmas is a nuisance!
I can't imagine what I cangive Aunt Emma,"
or, "I never have enough money to buy what
l want! It would be better if Christmas were
done away with." But when you come right
down to it, Christmas can always be-a jolly
celebration if we will only try to make itso.
It need not be elaborate! If wefgive presents
from the heart rather than from the pocket-
book, I'm sure we would all have a much
more enjoyable time. Remember: "It isn'tthe
gift, it's the giver."
THE PROBLEM OFQSEVENTEEN
. By Ruth M. Tlvnan, '31
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