Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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40 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE DONT CRY, SISTER, THE CHILD HAS HAD HER CHRISTMAS forget to pray for daddy till he comes." Then he stepped thru the door, closing it softly, and looked straight into the eyes of his captors. "It's all right," he said quietly; "just wait till I get this disguise off. Dont cry, Ruth, the child has had her Christmas. ' ' When the Christmas sunrise touched the roofs and spires of the great city into a sparkling glory, a golden-haired child sat up in her tiny bed, hugging two clumsy, leather dolls tightly, and rocking softly as she sang in a sweet, childish treble : Carol, sweetly, carol, Christmas morn has come! Miles away, the sunlight broke thru the stained windows of a prison chapel, and touched the face of Convict Number 572, who sat at the end of a long row of gray-suited men, waiting for the service to begin. He looked up as the sunlight danced in, and smiled. "I'm glad it's a nice day — she loves the sunshine," he thought. Thru the chapel a chorus of clear, boyish voices rang : Carol, sweetly, carol, Christmas morn has come! "Yes, it's come, and Helen wasn't disappointed," thought Number 572. A Letter to Santa Claus Our Teddy wrote a little note To Santa Claus, and said: "Dear Santa, I can get along This year without a sled. You needn't buy me any skates. Or candy, if yon please. Or soldier-suits, or nuts, or toys. Or any Christmas trees. By MINNA IRVING "But I will hang my stockings up (I wear 'em to the knee) ; Just fill them up with tickets to The photoplays for me. Your little friend. T. Edward Smith. P. S.— I often go And see you with your reindeer at The Motion Picture show."