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SANTA CLAUS'S
PARTNER
BY
THOMAS NELSON PAGE
ILLUSTRATED BY W. GLACKENS
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1899
_Copyright, 1899, by Charles Scribner's Sons_
TO MY FATHER
_who among all the men the writer knew in his youth was the most
familiar with books; and who of all the men the writer has ever known
has exemplified best the virtue of open-handedness, this little Book is
affectionately inscribed by his son_,
THE AUTHOR
ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY W. GLACKENS
_Vignette._
_"Guess who it is?" she cried._
_Livingstone had to dodge for his life._
_Half a dozen young bodies flung themselves upon him._
_He took the shopkeeper aside and had a little talk with him._
_The little form snuggled against him closer and closer._
_And James with sparkling eyes rolled back the folding doors._
_Standing in the Christmas evening light
in a long avenue under swaying boughs._
SANTA CLAUS'S PARTNER
CHAPTER I
Berryman Livingstone was a successful man, a very successful man, and as
he sat in his cushioned chair in his inner private office (in the best
office-building in the city) on a particularly snowy evening in
December, he looked it every inch. It spoke in every line of his
clean-cut, self-contained face, with its straight, thin nose, closely
drawn mouth, strong chin and clear gray eyes; in every movement of his
erect, trim, well-groomed figure; in every detail of his faultless
attire; in every tone of his assured, assertive, incisive speech. As
some one said of him, he always looked as if he had just been ironed.
He used to be spoken of as "a man of parts;" now he was spoken of as "a
man of wealth--a capitalist."
Not that he was as successful as he intended to be; but the way was all
clear and shining before him now. It was now simply a matter of time. He
could no more help going on to further heights of success than his
"gilt-edged" securities, stored in thick parcels in his safe-deposit
boxes, could help bearing interest.
He contemplated the situation this snowy evening with a deep serenity
that brought a transient gleam of light to his somewhat cold face.
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