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through a day of romping youngsters and 
blazing Yule-logs, of Christmas gifts and 
Christmas greetings—of a haunting shame 
for Doctor Ralph at the memory of the 
wild Christmas he had planned to spend 
with Griffin and Edwards. 
With the coming of the broad shadows 
which lay among the stiff, ice-fringed 
spruces like iris velvet, Doctor Ralph’s 
nieces and nephews went flying out to 
help old Asher feed the stock. By the 
quiet fire the Doctor beckoned Ralph. 
“Suppose, my boy,” he said, “suppose 
you take a look at the little lad’s leg here. 
I’ve sometimes wondered what you would 
think of it.” 
Coloring a little at his father’s deferen¬ 
tial tone Ralph turned the stocking back 
from the pitiful shrunken limb and bent 
over it, his dark face keen and grave. 
And now with the surgeon uppermost, 
Roger fancied Doctor Ralph’s handsome 
eyes were nothing like so tired. Save 
for the crackle of the fire and the tick of 
the great clock, there was silence in the 
firelit room and presently Roger caught 
something in Doctor Ralph’s thoughtful 
face that made his heart leap wildly. 
“An operation,” said the young Doctor 
suddenly — and halted, meeting his father’s 
eyes significantly. 
“You are sure!” insisted the old Doctor 
slowly. “In my day, it was impossible— 
quite impossible.” 
“Times change,” said the younger man. 
“I have performed such an operation suc¬ 
cessfully myself. I feel confident, sir—” 
but Roger had caught his hand now with 
a sob that echoed wildly through the quiet 
room. 
“Oh, Doctor Ralph,” he blurted with 
blazing, agonized eyes, “you don’t—you 
can’t mean, sir, that I’ll walk and run like 
other boys — and — and climb the Cedar 
King — ” his voice broke in a passionate 
fit of weeping. 
“Yes,” said Doctor Ralph, huskily, “I 
mean just that. Dad and I, little man, 
we’re going to do what we can.” 
By the window Sister Madge buried 
her face in her hands. 
“Come, come, now Sister Madge,” came 
the Doctor’s kindly voice a little later, 
“you’ve cried enough, lass. Roger is 
fretting about you and Doctor Ralph here, 
he says he’s going to take you for a little 
sleigh-ride if you’ll honor him by going.” 
Outside a Christmas moon rode high 
above a sparkling ice-bright world and as 
the sleigh shot away into its quiet glory, 
Ralph, meeting the dark, tear-bright eyes 
of Sister Madge, tucked the robes closer 
about her with a hand that shook a little. 
“ ‘Gypsy’ Hildreth!” he said suddenly, 
smiling, but the hated nickname to-night 
was almost a caress. “Tell me,” Ralph’s 
voice was very grave—“You’ve been sew¬ 
ing? Mother spoke of it.” 
“There was nothing else,” said Sister 
Madge. “I could not leave Roger.” 
“And now Mother wants you to stay on 
with her. You- — you’ll do "that?” 
“She is very lonely,” said Madge un¬ 
certainly and Ralph bit his lip. 
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