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fairly hurt him. God ! they did not know ! 
And then this queer Christmas heart-glow. 
How Griffin and Edwards and the rest of 
his gay friends would mock him for it? 
Friends! After all—had he any friends 
in the finer sense of that finest of words? 
Such warm-hearted loyal friends for in¬ 
stance as these neighbors of his father’s 
who had been dropping in all day with a 
hearty smile and a Christmas hand-shake. 
And black-eyed Sister Madge — this brave, 
little fighting gypsy-poet here — where — 
But here Ralph frowned again and looked 
away and even when the cheerful lights 
of home glimmered through the trees he 
was still thinking — after an impetuous 
burst of confidence to Sister Madge. 
So, later, when Doctor Ralph entered 
his father’s study—his chin was very de¬ 
termined. 
“I was ashamed to tell you this morning, 
sir,” he said steadily, “but I — I’m no 
longer on the staff of St. Michael’s. My 
hand was shaking and — and the chief 
knew why. And dad,” he faced the old 
Doctor squarely, “I’m coming back home 
to keep your practise out of Price’s fool 
hands. You’ve always wanted that and 
my chief has preached it too, though I 
couldn’t see it somehow until to-day. And 
presently, sir, when — when my hand is 
steadier, I’m going to make the little chap 
walk and run. I’ve—promised Sister 
Madge.” And the old Doctor cleared his 
throat and gulped—and finally he wiped 
his glasses and walked away to the 
window. For of all things God could give 
him — this surely was the best! 
“Oh, grandpop,” cried little John Leslie 
3rd, bolting into the study in great ex¬ 
citement — “Come see Roger! We kids 
have made him the Christmas king and 
he’s got a crown o’ holly on and — and a 
wand and he’s a-tappin’ us this way with 
it to make us Knights. And I’m the Fir- 
tree Knight—and Bob — he’s a Cedar 
Knight and Ned’s a spruce and Roger — he 
says his pretty sister tells him stories like 
that smarter’n any in the books. Oh— 
do hurry!” 
The old Doctor held out his hand to his 
son. 
“Well, Doctor Ralph,” he said huskily, 
“suppose we go tell mother.” 
So while the Doctor told Aunt Ellen, 
Ralph bent his knee to this excited Christ¬ 
mas King enthroned in the heart of the 
fire-shadows. 
“Rise — ” said Roger radiantly, tapping 
him with a cedar wand, “I — I dub thee 
first of all my knights — the good, kind 
Christmas Knight!” 
“And here,” said Ralph smiling, “here’s 
Sister Madge. What grand title now shall 
we give to her?” But as Sister Madge 
knelt before him with firelit shadows 
dancing in her sweet, dark eyes, Roger 
dropped the wand and buried his face on 
her shoulder with a little sob. 
“Nothing good enough for Sister 
Madge, eh ?” broke in the old Doctor, look¬ 
ing up. “Well, sir, I think you're right.” 
Now in the silence Aunt Ellen spoke 
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