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A MODERN SANTA CLAUS.

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A MODERN SANTA CLAUS. (BY RALPH BLAD, J-,R.). CHAPTER I. -Well, I'm jiggered if t^E "e^to his colleague, "I thought he v;as to spend Christmas ill the country, and we had orders to keep all eyo OIL b,i^r°;rho«3 t"h«r"W, «be ™ officers °Fic^e me sfr Robert," pu, U. the sergeant -I thmkt the house « ut.de,■ our care for a few days?" nried the "Hullo vou taitniui oia okl man. come in and drink to a merry C'ii r t in a I will protect the house for to-m«3hi. mournful "strict against order, & r, qmckly put aside, ^^J^^ThiverSg protectors, hock was too much foi the sim tr n3 f and accordingly a ^rhmuth the Bobbie s sanctum. A= rhey J^nr turned quickly w.'o'^='as sz Asr&i. enter. en^r" U -npn* a verv Convivial quarter of an hou?eWbcn thecheerv host After they had left the no.i ^th sarsssjstf 'lo1; ;,er, «.« that ian t—— m «v -aid his coni- ••Sir Bobby you were going to >ay, PanHa'ha- too bad. You take a drink from under the roof of no less a worthy than ^en Leai> and then want to make out that &a Kobert Sir Robert. Oh, that wine" bs r 'isssi,?s.p,tol,d]sj & t-- quickly in the icy in to saye her from a grave. If his surpflse was great on seeing Sir Robert Leary, ,t «a, far ■»»'« » for on reach,ngr .1, tak »< f ""S»t '>'« tlThen his colleague came to his assistance. ha. is the matter, Jack; a suicidc' -No, thank God. Joe, this is my wife." "Your wife': I never knew you had one. -Yes but I was cruel to her. loft her four ycjrs a-ro then reformed. and joined tne toice but' I lo-t complete sight of her until r» TnP she is still unconscious. ™' „Q"tLn> 'SSwJf coffee shop." When he' latter place reached. the sergeant turne,cl to lit- colleague, and in a tremulous voice laid "Joe she mustn't see me at once when she revives, because she perhaps thinks that I am dead, .11 i(,ht her. d the .hock n, "'fur man; joy w"'yer kills," replicd his friend '"but have an idea. Get outside the room, but keep in hearing:" and the order of things was thus reversed, the sergeant taking instructions from his ma\fter the pale-faced woman had suffieioidly re- vived from her terrible exper^txe rhe con^table snnke to her in an excitable manner. 1 frierd he said, "who thinks you are an old friend' he has not seen for some years by the sound of vour vofe. He wishes you to be prepared tor a "That" el.selir'woukl have said was cut short by the sudden appearance of Pol:^4"sped* his otherwise Jack Saunders, who Io\mgl\ clasped arms around his wife as she was about to lo*o con- °1 \f11"e7he ~kind ladv of the house had seen to the ,e't condition of Jack's new-found joy they^were left alone, but each heart was too ful for What a change had five years wrought. Half a decade ago Jack launders was a sprightly solicitor when ho married one of the truest of ever graced the earth, but an attack of Jedl«u' combined with excessive drink on his part, broke up a home. He left, onlv to walk Thicker into the mire Then a sun rose, the road became cleater. and he grabbed at any chance of reforming hl^self: He joined, through influence-for a strong integral character is needed-the London force as an ord n«v private, and, in the short space of four year* he 'was raised to the rank of sergeant. But h ■. thoughts were for ever for his clear wife whom i had so eruellv left, and at last he had found hei. The traces however, of mental suffering were plainly marked on his face. streaks of grey were visible in his raven hair, and he reminded one of a man nearer fiftv than thirty-five borrow anxiety, and labour—for humiliating and heartbreaking her tod that fed her little one-had likewise done the work of vears in his wife s naturally delicate frame, and the sufferings of the last few months had only been the keener for their contrast with the unalloved happiness of the first fewmonthso married life arid the bur<len had become too hai Sou? the loving heart and the s.p^rt o[ ,he <tronf arms thar now upheld hei so tencieri and faithfully. The excitement and returning napp ness had now given a glow to her countenance that i*<*ndprecl it irresistiblv cha.rming'. m Tck was the first to break the. almost intermin- able silence. "Can vou ever forgive me. Ruth. Yes Jack, but I thought you had completely f°"SOh enomTlarling, for years I have searched Lon- don, but thank God I have found you ar a.r Never again, dear, will I, ever leave you. How 1 despise my unholy action. vrv,v «o And he verilv meant it. His was not the o pa^mn.tely breathed from many 7^ heart—so warnilv uttered, >o li-h p. What a goodly array of broken promises will be re- vealed at the Judgment Day! But dearest. I cannot tell you the depth of my sorrow "• he whispered, letting his lips stray amon, the soft waves of her hair, touching Then.car^- ingly with a touch as light as a bird I sorry. sorev sorrv, little girl. Does it sound stupid to ;2v that so"often? Ah. but a man has some excuse for savin"" stupid things when his heart is afire ^td his brain stands still, all for the love of the sweetest, rosiest goddess that every strayed inno- cently out of Heaven to gladden the earth b~ neShe'"gave a fluttering little laugh and laid one hand lightly upon his hps. •'But fancy you wearing that uniform, Jack. MHe seemed momentarily embarrassed. ''I'm proud of it. anvway. Ruth, and see, only four years and I have a'stsipe, and I have been promW promotion." "You won't lock me up. dear. will you. He slowlv raised his loving eyes and with a ring of pathos in his words said, "No, my fond one, dutv shall never separate a husband from his wife and the cheery Noel bells gladdened their hearts as they sealed their singular re-union with a long pa.^ionan kl"Now, dear. she said, '"you must come and see our little son." „ t ■•Of course, we have forgotten him How for- tunate for him I beat Father Thames. With God blessing, Ruth. I shall soon see you strong and web. with the roses on your cheeks as of yore, directing our hanpy home. and helping to train our little son to become in time a good man. And the.v went out into the night to prepare for the sunshine of brighter days. CHAPTER II. "Poor little fellow," soliloquised Sir Robert as he walked up to a shivering little urchin in a Poverr^: stricken part of Batrersea an hour after ht had seen the constables. "Poor little boy. where are vou going to at this late hour? he kindly asked. The consumptive-looking lad sobbinglv replied that he was looking for his mother. 0 "llammv said that the angels would take me .I n' from her if she didn't go and get me some food, but she has been away such a long time." At the end of his pitiful sentence, the pale little lad was seized with a sudden attack of coughing. the sight of which pierced the very core of Sir Robert's tender heart. ''Let me take you home, little one," he said, "antl see if Father Christmas has been." no," he replied; "mammy says lather I Christmas only visits the rich." A him? rose in the man's throat as he thought of the truthfulness of the lad's sharp retort. He picked him up and fondly placed beneath ms bio- fur coat the pale and feeble child on whom the coming angel of death had fiung the shadow of his wing, whilst the little lad directed him to his poor and sparselv-furnished abode. And poor it really was. A small bedstead, with little clothes in one corner, a fire-place without any fire. and one chair and a small table, with a small box upon it. with a couple of cups and saucers and a plate, constituted the whole of the furniture, which showed, beyond doubt, the traces of gaunt famine. After he had gently placed him on his little bed, Sir Robert inquired whether his father was alive. "I never knew my daddy," was the hectic reply. "Mammv says he was cruel to her and left her. I don t know how no one can 'be aruel to my mammy." r "What is vour name, little one.'?' Mammy .calls me her precious, but my real name is Johnny Saunders." ''What!" exclaimed the surprised man. "1 won- der if it can be the same Tell me. little one. can you remember your mother's name before she got ma rrIed ''I forgets, sir. but has mammy got two name; At that moment the eye of the kindly inquirer c-au ht sight of some papers that were protruding from a box on the little table. He surmised the probable contents, and. snatching at them, he proved correct, for one was a birth certificate and the cithejr a proof of matrimony. Sir Robert eagerly glanced at the former, and was petrified when he saw the name. "Ruth Seddon!" "The little boy got off the bed and, placing his little hand on the arm cf the surprised man, said. "Are you ill, sir?" -N 0, litte one, only a sudden pain in the heart. It has gone now. See, darling, here is a little pre- sent for you. Give this purse to mammy and she will buy you some nice things. Tell her Santa Claus brought it to you." But Santa Claus 'as lovely red clothes, they say. and long whiskers. You are not going to leave me, sir? Do wait and see mv mammy. sir? Do wait and see mv mammy. "I must, little one," he sorrowfully replied, and, bending, kissed ahe little hectierflushed Lad and quietly left the house. Hardiy had he done so, however, before he had another surprise: together he saw the little one's mother and the very sergeant with whom he imbibed wine only an hour and a half previously. The baronet quickly hid himself, un- til they had passed, and then retraced his steps. "Look, mammy," he heard the little boy cry with delight. "Look, such a nice old gentieman, who said he' was Santa Claus. gave me this purso and such a lot of money to buy nice things with." Jack picked up his little child and encircled him in a fond embrace. "You will always love your daddy, won't you? he asked. "Oh, yes," was the meek little reply, "but you won't be cruel to 'mammy'?" Tears dimmed the father's eyes as the result of his cruel past was again brought before him. "What a wonderful Christmas eve, Jack," Ruth said; "look, ten sovereigns. I wonder who the kind Santa Ciaus can be?" "I wonder," was all Jack's full heart could say. Sir Robert lingered outside scarcely conscious of lus thoughts, and a happiness stole over his weary .countenance as he heard the little boy narrate the meeting with the old gentleman, and then he let the curtain fall on the little domestic drama as he glided away with the murmured soliloquy, "Peace to men of good will. Fancy seeing Ruth How I should have liked to have embraced her. and yet, why should I be a leaded cloud on a fair horizon, j I wonder what will be mv end?" "In a. dream-like joy Ruth and Jack passed the hours on Christmas Day. It is very sweet to be loved, and while the glamour lasts and the idol re- mains unfallen there is nothing so like a gleam of Heaven. Was there ever such a Christmas Eve, was there ever such a Christmas Day, was happi- ness ever so complete? To all which questions, had you put them, Ruth would have answered "Never!" When the twilight was softly gathering in the cheery and festive litrlo room. in that peaceful hour known as between the lights." when the room is only illuminated by the flickering- firelight glow, Jack and Ruth stood watching the last faint glory of the setting sun. Her profile, perfect in its sym- nietry. was turned to him. No sound broke the stillness, and the scent of sweet exotics, daintily arranged bv loving hands, floated softly through the dimness. At last, their peaceful silence was broken by the entrance of their little son. "Daddy, Mammv, Daddy, look! here is the gen- tleman here is Santa Claus the little one sur- prisingly exclaimed. A haggard form limped after the little lad. "Sir Robert Leary!" cried Jack in tones of amazement. A sudden shock of pain in the leg made tho new- comer give way to agonising words. "I know that voice." muttered Ruth, and. before anything further could be said or done, Jack had grasped the supposed Sir Robert and had taken off his very natural disguise. A white moustache. then grey eyebrows, and lastly, a splendid white wig were snatched in quick succession. "Sydney!" was all his sister Ruth could say. The long-lost black sheep of the family lowered his shameful countenance, then he faced Police- sergeant X10. "I am your prisoner, sir," he firmly said "rake me." ''And so," said Jack, '"you were the kind host last night. I had a faint suspicion that you were not really Sir Robert Leary. but. by joye, you're a fine actor, and how did you make your way here?" "I went after further spoil at Sir Robert Leary's house, but, when in the middle of the job, was dis- turbed, ¡.wl compelled to leap from the third story, and in doing so I think I have knocked my leg abour. I made an escape though, and was surprised to see my little friend outside this house." When mentioning the little boy a lump seemed to rise in his throat, tears dimmed his eyes, and he again hung his head. "Daddy," put in the little one, "you are not going to take Santa Claus to gaol: are you? The three elders seemed deeply moved ti- the little boy's remark. "Well, if you are not Sir Robert Leary." said Jack. "are you the man that attended to our little one last night?" "I am." he meekly replied, and before the little boy could add any further remarks, brother and sister were clasped in each other's embrace. Suffice it to say that the latter drama never had a sequel in a court of law. The robbery at Sir Robert Leary's house is still an enigma to the world, and once again love ruled over duty. Sydney is to-day one of the most honest and kindest men one could ever meet, and toils on a little farm of his own in a picturesque part of Canada, and Inspector Jack Saunders and his loving- wife often think of the modern Santa Claus.

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