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“The Christmas Waits."

George Wright
From a painting made for The Century. Printed in color.

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The Peace Christmas....

Helen Davenport

145 A Corner for Echoes.

. Charles S. Brooks

149
The Enemy of Santa Claus A story.

.Marion Tanner
Illustrations by Arthur G. Dove, one printed in color.

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Sunday Bells..

.Gertrude Henderson
Illustrations by John R. Neill.

165
Closed Gentians A story..

Margaret Busbee Shipp
Illustrations by S. H. Wainwright.

171
The Star. Verse...

William Rose Benét
Decoration by Ben Kutcher. Lettering by Marie Winifred Crawford.

178
A Loaf of Bread and a Narcissus...

Glenn Frank

180 Retrospect

Louis Untermeyer

191 The Feathers of Olrun.

A story ..

.James Branch Cabell
Illustrations by Leslie L. Benson.

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The A. E. F. School of Fine Arts.

Solon H. Borglum
Photographs.

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My Diogenes Night.

.Anne Bosworth Greene
Etchings by Claxton B. Moulton.

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The Sister of the Sun. A story.

Zoë Akins
Illustrations by Robert Lawson.

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The Celt....

Walter Adolphe Roberts

224
Women of France

Thornton Oakley
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A Lithuanian Idyll...

Leon Kobrin

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The Seasons. Autochromes by.

Henry O. Reik
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Facing pages 240, 241
From the Admiralty Files. A story.

Kenneth L. Aitken
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Our Erratic Idealism..

Henry Seidel Canby

257 Life and Letters of Sir Wilfrid Laurier. III...... Oscar D. Skelton

264 The Future of the Hapsburg Dominions.Herbert Adams Gibbons

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Investment and Banking...

John K. Barnes
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N earth peace, good will to- Christmas day. I told him that I had

ward men!" Forfiveyears not seen my family for five years, that O the motto of Christmas had four little children born abroad wanted

seemed a mockery to us. their uncle, and that we would welcome

Our city was the goal of the C. O., too, if Christmas in Paris the German armies. They reached it tempted him. On the morning of sometimes with their air-planes, and December 24 my brother appeared, and before the end of the war they reached before lunch many others I had invited it with their cannon. Scarcely fifty "to stay over Christmas” turned up or miles away from us, within hearing telephoned that they would be with us. distance when the bombardment was I had to plan hastily how the studios in violent, fathers and sons, brothers and the rue Campagne-Première could be sweethearts, were fighting through turned into dormitories for a colonel of the weary years in constant danger of infantry, a major of the general staff, death. Each Christmas brought more captains of aviators and engineers and vacant places to mourn. Of course we the Spa armistice commission, lieutencelebrated Christmas all through the ants and sergeants and privates of all war. There was little heart in it for branches. Last year few of the invitagrown-ups; but we had the children to tions to men in the field were accepted.

think of. The war could not be allowed This year all came, some all the way • to rob them of childhood's Christmas from the Rhine. Bless my soul! we'd memories.

tuck them in somewhere. On ChristIn 1918 we were looking forward to a mas eve we were going to have open Christmas that would be Christmas. house for the A. E. F., welfare workers, All around us the Christmas spirit was peace delegates, and specialists, and accumulating. The war was over; we

fellow-craftsmen of our own. Ever since armistice night As each house guest arrived, I gave we had been saying to ourselves, “And him a job. His “But can't I do anynow for Christmas!” We might have thing to help?” was scarcely finished to wait for a revival of the second part before he was commissioned to find of the Christ child's message, but at blankets, army-cots, candles, nuts, fruits, least the first part was once more a bonbons, drinks, or sandwiches. “Just reality.

that one thing. I rely on you for that," Three days before Christmas I sent a

I would say.

None failed me, and the telegram. I took my brother's enig- evening came with everything arranged matic military address and put two as if by magic. I have never found it words in front of it, “commanding offi- hard to entertain, and the more the cer.” I begged the gentleman to have merrier; but when you have American heart, and to send me my brother for men to deal with, it is the easiest thing Copyright, 1919; by THE CENTURY Co. All rights reserved.

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in the world to have a party in Paris or the Louvre, the Belle Jardinière, and anywhere else.

the Bazar de l'Hôtel de Ville. Do not Of course I went shopping myself. miss any of these, specially the first and My husband and I would not miss that the last. At the Bazar de la rue de day-before-Christmas last-minute rush Rennes the Christmas toys are on countfor anything. And even if I risk seem- ers according to price. At the Hôtel ing to talk against the sane and humane de Ville you do not have to wait for a "shop-early-for-Christmas" propaganda, saleswoman at the outside rayons. You I am going to say that the fun and joy hold up the article you want and catch of Christmas shopping is doing it on the the cashier's eye. He pokes out to you twenty-fourth. Avoid the crowds? I a box on the end of a pole, such as they don't want to! I want to get right in used to use in churches before we the middle of them. I want to shove became honest enough to be trusted my way up to counters. I want to buy with a plate. You put your money in. things that catch my eye and that I If there is change, he thrusts it back never thought of buying and would n't immediately. buy on any day in the year but Decem- On the grands boulevards and in our ber twenty-fourth. I want to spend own Montparnasse quarter, the Christmore money than I can afford. I want mas crowds were like those of the happy to experience that panicky feeling that days before we entered into the valley I really have n't enough things, and to of the shadow. As we did our rounds, worry over whether my purchases can falling back into peace habits and the be divided fairly among my quartet. old frame of mind, I realized how hollow I want to go home after dark, reveling was our celebration of the war Christin theflare of lamps lighting up mistletoe, mases, how we pretended and made the holly wreaths, and Christmas-trees on effort for our children's sakes. The hawkers' carts, stopping here and there nightmare was finished. Really, I supto buy another pound of candy or a box pose, we had less money than ever to of dates or a foolish bauble for the tree. spend, and everything was dear; but I want to shove bundle after bundle into everybody was buying in a lavish way the arms of my protesting husband and that was natural after the repression of remind him that Christmas comes but years. Bargaining, a practice in street once a year until he becomes profane. buying before the war, would have been And, once home, on what other winter bad taste. We paid cheerfully what evening would you find pleasure in was asked. dumping the whole lot on your bed, I was hurrying home along the rue de adding the jumble of toys and books Rennes with one of my soldier guests. already purchased or sent by friends, My husband and my brother had left and, all other thoughts banished, calmly us on the boulevards to get ham and making the children's piles despite tongue at Appenrodt's and peanuts and aching back and legs, impatient husband, sweet potatoes at Hédiard's. A vender cross servants, and a dozen dinner- accosted the American uniform with a guests waiting in the drawing-room? grin, holding an armful of mimosa Paris is the ideal city for afternoon

blossoms. before-Christmas shopping. Much of "Fresh from Nice this morning, mon the Christmas trading is on the streets, capitaine. Only fifty . francs for all and it gets dark early enough to enjoy this." the effect of the lights for a couple of “Come, Keith," I cried, “she wants hours before you have to go home. to rob you!" You have crowds to your heart's con- The woman understood the intent, if tent. And Paris is the department- not the words. Barring our way, she store city par excellence. Scrooge would reached over to her cart and added not have needed a ghost in Paris. If another bunch, observing; you have no Christmas spirit, go to the "It's Christmas, and I give our allies Bazar de la rue de Rennes, the Bon good measure.” Marché, the Trois-Quartiers, the Prin- Keith took it all, saying: temps, the Galeries Lafayette, Dufayel, “Don't stop me; I have n't spent any

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