A Christmas Classic It was long after noon in the far, big, white Northwest. Day was on the wing. Christmas Eve splendidly impended--thank God for unspoiled childish faith and joys of children everywhere Christmas Eve was fairly within view and welcoming hail, at last, in the thickening eastern shadows. Long Day at its close. Day in a perturbation of blessed unselfishness. Day with its tasks of love not half accomplished. And Day near done
A Christmas Classic It was long after noon in the far, big, white Northwest. Day was on the wing. Christmas Eve splendidly impended--thank God for un...
-Ain't ye goin' t' preach no more at Camp Six?- -Sure, Tom - -Well-when the hell?- -Week from Thursday, Tom, - the vanishing man called back; -tell the boys I'm coming.- -Know the Pilot?- the lumber-jack asked. I nodded. -Higgins's job, - said he, earnestly, -is keepin' us boys out o' hell; an' he's the only man on the job.- Of this I had been informed.
-Ain't ye goin' t' preach no more at Camp Six?- -Sure, Tom - -Well-when the hell?- -Week from Thursday, Tom, - the vanishing man called back; -tell th...
