Posted by: Karlee A. Turner | December 3, 2011

The Christmas Gift – Part II

Part II of (IX): THE CHRISTMAS GIFT by Horatio Alger, Jr.

.…But all this time we have left our little hero shivering in the street.

Cold and uncomfortable as he was, as well as anxious in mind, for he had lost his way, and knew not how to find it again, he could not help forgetting his situation for the time in witnessing the scene which met his eyes, as for a moment he stood in front of a handsome residence on the south side of the street. The curtains were drawn aside, so that by supporting himself on the railing he had an unobstructed view of the scene within.

It was a spacious parlor, furnished in a style elegant but not ostentatious. In the centre of the apartment was a Christmas tree, brilliant with tapers, which were gleaming from every branch and twig. Gifts of various kinds hung upon the tree, around which were gathered a group of three children, respectively eight, six and fours years. The eldest was a winsome fairy, with sparkling eyes and dancing feet. The other were boys, who were making the most of this rare opportunity of sitting up after nine o’clock. At a little distance stood Mr. Dinsmoor and his wife, gazing with unalloyed enjoyment at the happiness of their children.

While Lissie was indulging in expressions of delight at the superb doll which St. Nicholas had so generously provided, her attention was for a moment drawn to the window, through which she distinctly saw the figure of our hero, who, as we have said, had in his eagerness raised himself upon the railing outside, in order to obtain a better view. She uttered an exclamation of surprise. “Why mother, there’s a boy looking in at the window. Just look at him.”

Mrs. Dinsmoor looked in the direction indicated, and saw the little boy, without his perceiving that attention had been drawn towards him. “Some poor boy,” she remarked to her husband, in a compassionate tone, “who loses for a moment the sensation of his own discomfort in witnessing our happiness. See how eagerly he looks at the tree, which no doubt appears like something marvelous to him.”

“Why can’t you let him come in!” asked Lissie, eagerly. “He must be very cold out there, with the snowflakes falling upon him. Perhaps he would like to see our tree near, too….”

(To be continued December 7, 2011).

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