Some
day _he_ will know"--here Time pointed to the prostrate
form of Father Christmas--"that his children, that once
were, have not died in vain: that from their sacrifice
shall come a nobler, better world for all to live in, a
world where countless happy children shall hold bright
their memory for ever. But for the children of To-day,
save and spare them all you can from the evil hate and
horror of the war. Later they will know and understand.
Not yet. Give them back their Merry Christmas and its
kind thoughts, and its Christmas charity, till later on
there shall be with it again Peace upon Earth Good Will
towards Men."
His voice ceased. It seemed to vanish, as it were, in
the sighing of the wind.
I looked up. Father Time and Christmas had vanished from
the room. The fire was low and the day was breaking
visibly outside.
"Let us begin," I murmured. "I will mend this broken
horse."
END
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Frenzied Fiction, by Stephen Leacock
*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FRENZIED FICTION ***
This file should be named frzfc10.txt or frzfc10.zip
Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, frzfc11.txt
VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, frzfc10a.
Pages:
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224