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HIS CHRISTMAS CAROL
BY ADELAIDE HAZELTINE
CHAPTER I
; QN tha wide mln floor far below
Carol Fairfield could hear a
steady click of cash register! and
. that peculiar melody played by
, the ihutfla of hundreds of feet.
The imell of (1ft perfumes min
gled with tha odor of burning
tapers. The hum of voices rose and
' fell in an orchestra of sound.
It was Christmas at Dearborn's,
. The People's Store.
' But In the balcony office which
had housed the management for
fifty golden years there was only
breathlessness, a hush.
; Carol said, "Is he oh, Bill!"
, ''.'The red-coated figure straight-
" ened up, pushed white rayon whis
kers impatiently from his face,
leaving the body of Santa Claus
grotesquely draped about the per-
eon of Bill Reece.
"yes, Carol, he's deadl"
VShe pressed her hands against
her mouth to suppress a choking
j gasp. She must not make a scene.
As his secretary, Carol knew An
drew Dearborn would expect busi
ness to go on. Business as usual.
Ee wouldn't want even the end
. of his full and kindly life to in
terrupt the gaiety of Christmas
shoppers.
"Dearborn's is for the people,"
he so often told her. "AH the peo-
- pie, Carol. Customer and employe
alike. Not run merely to take their
money. But to serve their welfare.
, Where, efficiency experts to the
contrary, sentiment plays a part."
And for fifty years he had made
. It so. This policy had built Dear
' bom's from a small one-story
building to the great emporium of
activity it was this December
morning. Mr. Dearborn had made
money, yes. Incidentally. Above all
- he had served his public
The store had been bis lnspira
' tlon in life. It would be his monu
ment in death.
"What shall we do?" Carol whis
pered huskily. Her blue eyes were
widened in distress. The pale oval
of her face framed by a abinlBg
halo of brown hair was lovely even
In grief. One small, manicured
hand swept over her forehead and
smoothed the soft, already perfect
pompadour.
. Bill put his arm around her
shoulders, urfl her to alt down.
"Take it easy, Carol. IT1 phone the
doctor.'
She heard him dial the number
and speak quickly, very softly.
Then he came back to her side.
. "He was swell boss, Carol," he
, said as they gazed at the motion
less grayed head.
- She reached for Bill's hand. Big,
good Bill. How calm he wasl He
'- had thought of Mr. Dearborn al
most as a father, yet he controlled
his shock. That was his way. Never
' excited. Matter of fact Assistant
In the display department when
he wasn't playing Santa Claus.
President of the employes' store
organization. He was her sort She
liked him. Sometimes she was
tempted to believe that liking was
enough. But her heart rebeled.
She wanted love. The kind that
was a shining thing. The kind
'she was miserable when she I
thought of it the kind she cher
ished for Andy Dearborn, playboy:
: son of the man who lay here dead. I
The doctor came then, busied!
himself with Mr. Dearborn's still i
. form. When he looked up his eyesi
ttold 1 them what Carol already
knew. Andrew Dearborn had died
. of an acute heart attack. He had
known he would. Four months ago
this very doctor warned him to
expect it any day.
'TS his son in town?" the doctor
i: ' asked. ,
- Luckily, Carol knew he was
bailing the Dearborn yacht in the
(southern seas. Perhaps right now
llying in the warm tropical sun
twith Linda Julian. Linda with her
eleek, smooth beauty and her cool,
calculating eyes. After his money,
(everyone said. It didn't seem to
(matter to Andy. She liked to play
land so did he. They made a perfect
ipair. '
' "Better try to locate him," the
doctor was saying. "There's no one
else."
, "I'll find him," Carol promised.
Men in black came at last and
clipped Andrew Dearborn away,
carrying the long stretcher to the
(freight elevator and out the real
door with only a few of the most
curious aware that anything but
Christmas business was In prog
tress. Carol's heart ached as she saw
him taken thus for the last time
from his store. She blinked back
tears.
; When she and Bill returned to
the balcony together, she said,
"We'll have to tell Mr. Herrick.
He's next in charge. I hone he
won't announce it until closing
(time. It will upset everybody."
I ; "We'll have to tell him," Bill
(greed. "It won't mean much to
him. He hasn't worked with Mr.
Dearborn as long as we have."
."We've been with him a long
time, Bill." There was gratitude
In her voice.
i They found Mr. Herrick at his
desk. He was assistant manager of
the store and made the most of the
title. He was a large man with
bushy blond hair and a belligerent
Jaw that protruded below an
aquiline nose. He had small, greedy
(eyes. He coveted authority. He
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worshiped power. He had always
wanted more of both than Mr.
Dearborn gave him. He was unani
mously disliked.
He grunted a greeting to Carol
and Bill, finished signing some
letters before he sat back and
waited.
T)rLL cleared his throat Carol
sat forward in her chair.
"We've come to tell you," Bill
began, finding It difficult to ex
press himself. "Mr. Herrick, we
want to tell you Mr. Dearborn has
had a heart attack."
"He has?" Mr. Herrick snapped.
"Didn't know he ever had them.
Cant you get a doctor? Do the two
of you have to sit there staring at
me Just because the old man's had
a heart attack?"
"We got a doctor," Carol man
aged to say with a calmness which
his temper had provoked. "Bill's
trying to tell you Mr. Dearborn is
dead!"
"Dead?" Mr. Herrick glared at
her. "My God!" he muttered and
sat upright "Why didn't you say
so?"
"He died in his office. A few
minutes ago. We didn't let it be
known. It might cause confusion.
He wouldn't have wanted that"
Her voice rose and hung sus
pended. "They've taken him away."
"Who was with him?" Mr. Her
rick asked.
"Bill was talking to him."
"Yes," Bill said. "We were
laughing about what a youngster
said to me. Mr. Dearborn told me
to keep them believing in Santa,
to play my part even with the boys
who tried to kid me. Suddenly his
voice broke off. He died right
there."
A look of undisguised anticipa
tion began to spread over Mr.
Herrick's face. "Well, I guess I'm
in charge until the son gets here.
Have you notified him, Carol?"
"No. The doctor asked me to."
"Cable him to return at once."
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Indians (pL)..
15 To rate again.
16 River ducks.
17 Phantasm.
18 Selenium
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19 Compass
point.
20 New Testa
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23 Transpose
(abbr.).
25 Bait.
26 Poem.
27 Face
covering,
28 Beside.
29 Masculine
name.
34 Babylonian
deity.
36 Hawaiian
bird.
Answer to
38 Backs o(
necks.
40 From.
42 Strip of
leather.
45 Entangle.
46 Niggard.
48 Gazed
fixedly.
60 Present
season of
the year.
51 Changed.
52 Small
domestic
fowl (pi.).
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"I will."
She and Bill left tha office to
gether. "Mr. Herrick seems to rel
ish tha idea." Bill said grimly. "I
suppose he'll have his own way
until Andy comes."
"I'd hate to have to work for
him very long."
"So would I. So would every
body. He's been bad enough with
Mr. Dearborn to hold him down."
In a moment. Bill asked, "Carol,
do you remember Mr. Dearborn
had me witness a will for him?"
"Yes."
"What do you Imagine was in
It?"
"Didn't Mr. Dearborn let yon
read it?" she evaded.
"No. He asked the doctor and
me to sign it but he didn't let us
read it I suppose it all goes to
Andy. What do you think, Carol?"
"I don't know, Bill."
But she did know. The terms of
the will were burned upon her
memory. She had typed it and
taken It to Mr. Dearborn and his
lawyer, Mr. Benson.
"Do you want to make it that
strong?" cautious Mr. Benson had
asked when he read it.
"Yes, I do," Mr. Dearborn had
replied. "The people trust Dear
born's and I wont have that trust
betrayed. Not even by my own
son!"
(To Be Continued.
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37 Roman
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