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Title: Beasley's Christmas party
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946 Clements, Ruth Sypherd, ill Harper & Brothers. pbl
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Publisher: New York London : Harper & Brothers
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l. At a telephone station on the next cor-ner I called up Mrs. Apperthwaites house andasked for Dowden. What are you doing? I demanded, whenhis voice had responded. Playing bridge, he answered. Are you going out anywhere ? No. Whats the trouble? Ill tell you later. I may want to see youbefore I go back to the office. All right. Ill be here all evening.72 I hung up the receiver and made off on myerrand. Down-town the streets were crowded withthe package-laden people, bending heads andshoulders to the bitter wind, which swept ablinding, sleet-like snow horizontally againstthem. At corners it struck so tumultuous ablow upon the chest of the pedestrians thatfor a moment it would halt them, and youcould hear them gasping half-smothereddhs like bathers in a heavy surf. Yetthere was a gayety in this eager gale; thecrowds pressed anxiously, yet happily, up anddown the street in their generous search forthings to give away. It was notthe rich who struggled throughthe storm to-night; these were
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people who carried their own bundles home.You saw them: toilers and savers, tired mothersand fathers, worn with the grinding thrift o\ allthe year, but now for this one night careless ofhow hard-saved the money, reckless of every-thing but the joy o\ giving it to bring the chil-dren joy on the one great to-morrow. So theybent their heads to the freezing wind, their armsladen with daring bundles and their heartsuplifted with the tremulous happiness oi givingmore than thev could afford. Meanwhile, Mr.Simeon Peck, honest man, had chosen this sea-son to work harm if he might to the gentlest ofhis fellow-men. 1 found Mr. Peck waiting for me at his house.There were four other men with him, one o(whom I recognized as Grist, a squat young manwith slipperv-looking black hair and a lam-brequin mustache. They were donning theircoats and hats in the hall when I arrived. From the * Despatch, hay : Mr. Peck gaveme greeting, as he wound a knit comforterabout his neck. Thats good. Wed mostgive vou up

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