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KveW EL EVE ANDERSON pointed an accusing finger at Stewart Winthrop. "After fifteen years, you have the nerve to do something like this to me. Fifteen years of my life have gone into the building of the public image Winthrop’s enjoys. Fifteen years, and now you give me a Christmas present. You fire me. Thanks a lot, Mr, Winthrop, thanks very much!” I H SM gffl “You know darn well I am not a purchasing agent,** she said. Stewart Winthrop winced. He hadn’t expected such an outcry. "Now, Eve, don’t misinterpret thing£ I said that you were going to be put on a consulting basis. Your salary goes on. So do your company benefits. But, you aren’t getting any younger. You need time to do things, take yourself a vacation. Travel around the world. You can afford it. Combine business, if you wish. Find some new fashions for us in Europe. Buy whatever you like and send it here to us." "You know darn well I am not a purchasing agent. My life has been devoted to advertising and public relations." "And you are one of the best.’* "Grant’s would hire me tomorrow." "I know.’* "So would a dozen other stores." Not Alone Caleb Jones coughed and the' two suddenly remembered that they weren’t alone, but in the austere presence of Winthrop’s board of directors. -i But, Eve refused to give up the fight. "It isn’t a question of j where my heart belongs. It’s a question of fairness, and right i and wrong. Every man on this i board knows what you are trying j to do, Stewart Winthrop." She | stood up, looked them in the eye,’ one by one, and sat down again.! "And, I don’t think they should ■ let you get away with it!” Silas Tweed shrugged. "After! all, Eve, all’s fair Caleb Jones stopped him. "I don't know about that, Silas. It may be a question of whether or not the end justifies the means. That’s questionable here. Eve just might quit us for another store now, and I wouldn’t blame her." Question Stewart Winthrop raised up in I his chair. "Stop all this silly talk. You all know better. She wouldn’t stoop so low. She couldn’t. You all know it." He settled back in his chair. "Am I not right, Eve?" "You’re wrong. I could, and I would." "In spite of everything?" "In spite of anything." "In that case, you ....’’ "You can’t fire me. I quit." "You are making fun of me, Eve, I don't appreciate that." "I am not making fun of you. You are perhaps the most charming, clever man I have ever known. You . . ." ! "You just don’t happen to love me." "I have never made such a statement." “You've never led me to bei lleve otherwise. Even the stock I boys know I made a fool of my- ' self over you for years. I've done everything but stand up and shout that 1 love you." "You’ve never even said it.” Stewart Winthrop turned to the. board secretary. "Duly record this statement in the minutes of this meeting. Eve Anderson, I ' love you. Got that?" The secretary blushed, "Yes, sir.” Add more i Stewart smiled, "Now, add «! this: My only motive is getting ' you out of the store was to con--1 vince you that there are other ; things in life. Six months would have been enough. Besides, I had planned to follow you to <! Europe and court you until you ; decided to marry me. It didn’t 1 work. O.K. It’s all over.” • Eve laughed. "Indeed it is. Gentleihen, will you entertain a motion? All those in favor of . a Christmas \vedding say ‘aye’." A thunder of ‘aye’s, "Now, gentlemen, pardon me, I must see the latest fashions in wedding gowns.” She went through the door to a round of awiauae

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th* BRIGHT .— SARA FOSTER leaned through the doorway and for a moment watched her husband intently putting the final, touches on a wood carving. "Supper’s ready, Sam.” "Be there in a moment,” the man said, setting his work aside. He turned his wheel chair around to face her. but she had disap- i peared into the kitchen again. "Where’s the boy?” he asked: "In his room a’sleep. I let him In the yard a while this afternoon after the snow fell and he was all tuckered out.” Sam didn’t say anything. He was glad Timothy was sleeping. Somehow, the boy never thought to ask about the bright red wagon until the supper hour. And, he never had the courage to tell the lad that he had made a foolish promise and there was no more possibility of a red wagon for Christmas than there was that the temperature would reach a hundred degrees on Christmas day. He maneuvered his chair into the kitchen, gave a short "thanks” and quietly plunged into the plate of greens and pork. He hoped Sara wouldn’t say anything about the wagon, either. IgjMTw i cr Young Timmie busied himself with a crosswood puzzle. . Someday, maybe, he’d learn to keep his big mouth shut Maybe someday. Three years now, since he had lost his legs in a mining accident, he hadn’t changed a bit. Still making promises almost impossible to keep. The morning before Christmas dawned bright and clear. In the late afternoon, it began to snow and Sara Foster hummed, a Christmas tune as she went about her kitchen chores. The old red rooster, long a family friend, was dropped into the boiling pot and she set about the making of dumplings. Young Timmie busied himself on the cabin floor, meticulously fitting together the pieces of a wooden jig saw puzzle. Sam Foster sat by the window, gazing idly across the hills and valleys. "Sara, come here,” he called. She stood by his side and he pointed in the direction of the Valley Road. "There’s a car in; trouble down there. I saw it slip off the roan into the ditch. Someone may be hurt. I think you should go see.” Wrapping herself in Sam’s old Army coat and tossing a kerchief across her head, the woman opened the door, letting in a blast of cold air and a small snow flurry. “Watch the things > on the stove for nje, Sam. I I shouldn't be long.” ■ * . - Watching Sam Foster spent the next hour or so wheeling himself back and forth between the kitchen and the front window. He saw his wife trudge back up the hill but, instead of coming into the cabin she went into the barn, emerging a few moments later with Big Red, the tired old mule, and then the return trip down the hill. ♦ ' ' It was well after dark when Sara Foster entered the cabin. Sam was finishing the task of setting plates around the kitchen table. “I imagine, since you didn’t say so earlier, no one was hurt. If not, why didn’t the fellow you helped come up after that mule himself?” "Wasn’t a fella. Was a woman. A grandma. She wasn’t hurt; just slipped off the road. I put her back on her way again. She wanted to pay me, but X didn’t take any money.” Sam looked at her curiously. “Your time and work was worth something.” Sara smiled. “Indeed it was. It was worth very much.” She leaned low to Whisper in her husband’s ear. “She had a bright red wagon in her car. Was taking it to her grandchildren. I took that as she said she could get another one in town.” Sam Foster grinned. “Well, I’ll be ...” He paused, then wheeled to the doorway. “Hey, Timmie, boy, put up that puzzle and come to supper. Don’t you know this is Christmas Eve, boy? ’ There’ll be no red wagon for ■ boys who don’t go to bed when;' I they should.”

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