Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 50, Number 302, Decatur, Adams County, 23 December 1952 — Page 14

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' ! S ' ins * ' *»-"•*t” i.^,' v -""'' By Shirley Sargent Q|BpVE ROLLED from the be<? Marge slept and started toward the living room. The glow of Christmas tree lights betrayed the children. Young 1 Stevie—there was a boy for you—had onr hand in his stocking. Julie was whispering, “Go on, see what’s in it.” Only " ’ris, the tall, older one, was quite still. ' Paris turned just as Steve said “Merry Christmas,” sarcastically. Young Stevie, with the engaging grin, whipped around, “Hi, daddy. Can we open our presents? It’s al- ' most daylight,” “Daylight, my foot-r-it’s barelj I i two.” \ “But Santa Claus has \alreadj I been here.” “Bed,” Steve commanded. Stevie and Julie hugged him, leaving without argument, but there was defiance plain oh Paris’s face. Paris—j darned fool name for a boy. Marge’s idea. “Bed, son,” Steve reiterated. “Under the tree, dad, I don’t see anything long and sort oi curved.” That Paris, an odd one. An eleven-year-old kid wanting a trombone. It beat Steve. i“I don’t either,” he agreed, meeting his son’s eyes. “Look, you’re too old to believe in Santa Claus, and too young' to realize how expensive a trombone is.” Paris looked dovm at the mounds -of gaily wrapped packages. “Okay,” said in a flat, old-sounding voice, “so I get a couple of new shirts and Stevie gets .. .” \ “Stevie gets what?” Paris ground his bare foot into the rug. “Nothin’. I was just talking.” “Good night, son,” Steve watched Paris out of the room before he unplugged the tree lights and sank into a worn armchair. Paris was right. Steyie had everything he’d asked for piled under the. tree. Even an electric train. Cost a ’ lot to keep • kid happy these days, , but a trombone . . . Like the one out in the trunk of the car that was going back to the store first thing Wednesday morning. A man made ohly so much working in a laundry, trying to save enough to buy a hall interest, so Marge went ahead and bought a Trombone without a by-your-leave. First Paris had to have lessons, then a rented horn to practice on. Now he wanted one of his own. Paris, a funny kid. Never listening to the football games like Julie and even Stevie did. Always wandering off for hikes and bringing home . ~ V . F'" >• ■■/■> ':?•• ■•’ g "OR J r mXBR v.l z'jd bßbWbwMMb ■ jsr / * ’•■ VuXwMIHI < vi I .'Jk _ x x --•> “Look, you’re too old to believe in Santa Claus.” strange, ragamuffin kids. Happy when he could tinker with all radios, happier yet when he could listen to highbrow music. That stuff. Steve didn’t understand him and that was a fact. From a distance he heard the voices of carolers and, upstairs, the wavering notes of the rented trombone. That Paris! What was he trying to do? Wake everybody up? pVEN AS STEVE swung up the “ stairs, to the attic, he heard tha sureness in the music. At first Paris had practiced in the attic by request, but Steve had to hand it. to him. He had worked hard; two-three hours 'a day until he could really play. Looking in on him now, Steve saw that the rented instrument gleamed. Paris had taken care of it —wouldn’t let the others touch it. To look at his intent, happy face, you wouldn’t know it was Paris whose everyday face was withdrawn, almost sullen. That playing a horn that took all your breath to blow, would give him happiness was amazing to Steve. Paris put the trombone down wheq Steve touched his shoulder. “You love to play, don’t you?’' Steve asked. A smile the like of which Steve had never seen before crossed his son’s face. Then, shyly, “Mr. Baxter wants me to play in the school band.” It was hard to keep his pride from showing, but Steve only said, heartily, “That’s fine, Paris,” before sending him back to* bed. Steve went downstairs, searching under the tree until he found young Stevie’s electric train. The box was heavy in his hands as he considered. Toys didn’t matter too much tc Stevie—he liked active things, in which a father could share. When Steve qame back in from thq car, he felt like Santa Claus as he put the shiny leather case that war long and sort of curved under ths tree. A trombone for Pari*.

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