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By WILLIAM TREMON
L'VERV day for a week old Oliver
*-* had been passing their house in
his wagon loaded with pine and
cedar trees.
“Christmas trees cheap!” he
shouted. ‘‘Christmas tr-e-es —two
dollars. On-l-y-y two dollars .
He was passing now. and Marge,
i washing the few dishes she and
i Denny had soiled at their noonday
I meal, wished she couldn’t hear the
i sound of his shouting voice.
Joe always bought old Oliver’s
trees ‘‘Old Oliver needs the
money,” he’d say. ‘‘And our old
! car just wouldn’t take the bumps
I of a hunt for a tree in the country
; around here.”
Old Oliver hesitated in front of
; the little house, repeating his chant
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"Denny, dear,” she said thick
ly, "we're not going to have a tree*
this Christmas. Daddy isn’t here
to help decorate it, and besides—
Santa will come without a Christ-
■ mas tree.”
and Joe had explained to him the
first time they’d bought a tree just
the kind they liked It had to be so
tall and so big around. It had to be
cedar with clusters of blue berries
on it. Old Oliver always had the
kind of tree they wanted.
Little Denny ran into the kitchen ■
from the front room.
“Mommy, there’s 01’ Oliver,”
he said. “Mommy, he has our
tree.
Marge dried her hands and knelt
to gather little penny in her arms.
“I know he has. dear,” she said,
making herself look at him. Since
last January when the horrible car I
accident had taken Joe away from j
her, she’d had difficulty in looking |
at Denny. Denny had Joe’s rumpled j
dark hair, his dark eyes, the deep 1
cleft in his chin. A sob caught in
Marge’s throat. “Denny, dear,” she
said thickly, “we're not going to
have a tree this Christmas. Daddy
isn’t here to help decorate it, and
besides—Santa will come without
a Christmas tree.”
“I’ll help decorate it,” Denny
said. “I did last year.”
Marge pressed Denny close. “I ‘
know, dear—” she said. Poignant |
memories of last Christmas crowd- j
ed her- so that she couldn’t talk for 1
a moment. She could see Joe teeter- I
ing on the ladder to put the star in !
the top of the tree.
“I can help. Mommy. . . .” Denny ;
insisted
“You could, dear, but we don’t I
want a tree with Daddy gone. Some- |
day, dear—-oh, I hope it never ’
comes to you—you'll undefstand |
why Mommy didn’t want a Christ- I
mas tree!” She rose to her feet i
hurriedly feeling a rush of tears. .
“I’ll get your wraps, Denny, and I
you can play outside in the snow ;
for awhile."
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Shadows lengthened in the little I
house before it came to Marge with |
frightening realization that it had
been all of three hours since Den- i
ny'd left the house.
“Denny—DENNY!” She ran out
on the porch and down the steps, •;
her slim unprotected feet and legs
sinking into the deep snow that had
banked there. “DENNY—!” The
echo of her voice came back to her
in mocking horror across the white
stillness of the little yard.
A cold wind swept against her as
she stood at the gate looking up
and down the street and calling
Denny’s name. It was a horrible
moment, one in which she knew I
she must have aged twenty years,
and one in which she saw in heart
wrenching clarity her unfairness
to Denny in harboring a self-cen
tered grief over her loss of Joe to
the extent of his safety, his protec- ■
tion, his veritable happiness.
A familiar wagon made the turn ;
at the end of the street, and Marge
recognized old Oliver and his load '
of Christmas trees. His chant rang
; but again, ‘‘Buy your Christmas tree ■
now! On-l-y two dollars. . .
Marge shrieked against the wind. 1
,“Oh, don’t —please don't!” Then i
.she saw Denny—little brown garbed
■Denny sitting up in the seat by old I
Oliver!
The wagon stopped by the gate,
and old Oliver grinned as Denny
climbed down into Marge’s reach- ’
,ing arms. “He likka th’ ride.
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: . Marge didn’t give him a chance |
;to talk. “Do you have our tree, j
: Oliver?” she asked.
- ‘ Old Oliver chuckled and jumped |
from the wagon. “All’a week
i’l've had your tree,” he said.
“Just put it in the yard,” Marge
.•told him. “Why. Denny and I
couldn’t do without our tree!”
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We give to you, our friends, this Christmas Day,
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friendship that you have given us* al! these
years. With our gift, we enclose a little piece
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Christmas, and always.
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Chrisuiias —and always.
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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1948