The other things I think I can get at Barton's River.
Your devoted daughter,
HAZEL CLYDE.
"Well," said Chi, thoughtfully, as he finished reading them a second
time, "I 've got more than one string to my bow this year. Beats all,
how Chris'mus limbers up a man's feelin's! Guess 't was meant for all
of us children of a lovin' Father." So saying, Chi knelt beside his
bed, and, dropping his face in his hands, remained there motionless for
a few minutes, while his loving, gentle, manly "soul was on its knees."