Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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Madeleine's Christmas j ust look at the snow, papa! Do you think that Santa Claus can get here tonight ? ' ' "Surely. You dont suppose that a man who lives all the year round at the North Pole is going to be scared by our little snow storms, do you ? ' ' ' ' But this isn 't a little one ! Just come over here by the window, and see Avhat great big flakes ! It 's getting awful deep on the walks, already ; maybe the reindeers will get stuck, like the horses do when the snow is so deep." "Dont you worry, little Madeleine. The reindeers never got stuck yet. All you have to do is to go to bed, like a good child, and go sound asleep, so Santa will have a chance to come. You know he never comes where children are awake. Come, get your nightgown on, so I can tuck you in nice and warm before I leave you." Madeleine turned from the window, 53 obediently, but her red Tips quivered a little as she looked up into her father's face. ' ' I have to stay all alone on Christmas Eve — just like any other night," she sighed. "I wish I had a mama to stay with me, like other little girls. ' ' The father's face contracted with sudden pain, and he turned away from the wistful eyes, hastily. "Never mind," he said, with forced cheerfulness, "tomorrow morning we will have a good time together, pulling all the nice things out of your stocking. Hurry, now, so you can hang it up here by the fireplace." "Well, play to me while I undress, papa. Play that nice little song that I like, won't you?" He lifted a violin from its case, lovingly, and touched the strings with gentle fingers, as if they were too precious for careless hands. Then, as the child struggled with refractory but