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Gladys
This story was written from the Photoplay of EPES WIN THROP SARGENT, and produced in co-operation with the National Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis
When the ChristChild was born and the Wise Men came to worship and the Star of Bethlehem shone softly down, the cheer of that great good-will was given to all men. In the home of the rich and in the lowly dwelling of the poor reigns the gentle spirit of divinity made mortal by motherhood.
In the great city of joyous and sorrowing, of hopeful and despairing, of the quick and the dead four lovers were keeping the spirit ... : Christmas Eve, each in their separate sphere. And one of the four was Beth Cort, only child of the modern Midas, Gregory Cort. She was tying up Christmas gifts in the library, lavish with the careless expenditure of one to whom money has ever come easily, and with her was Harry Bruce, the man of her choice.
"Do you suppose, dear," she asked him, pausing in the knotting of scarlet ribbon and sticking of Red Seals, "do you suppose that many in the city are as happy as we tonight — or as strong?"
"None have such good cause," laughingly responded Harry, failing to note the depth her voice had taken
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or the sudden gravity in her dreaming eyes.
"I didn't mean the happiness so much as I did the Strength." Beth answered ; ' ' and these little Red Seals made me think. Do you quite realize, as you paste them on, just what they stand for, dear?"
"No, ma'am," responded Harry, a twinkle in his eye and not altogether pleased at the turn the conversation had taken, "nor need I learn or Christmas Eve, ma'am. May I not be left in ignorance till some more auspicious morrow?"
' ' Harry — I 'm not joking ' ' — Beth eyed him, a soft reproach on her face — "and when you say 'ignorance' I see the crying need of these little stamps all the more clearly. Why, dearest" — she came near to him and leaned her pretty head against his arm — "they mean that, while you and I are happy here and strong and unafraid, those others, out in the world, are fighting for their lives, and these little stamps are helping them to win!"
"I know, Beth" — Harry's face was serious, too — "but, little girl, why must you bother your pretty head