Rosemary: A Christmas story

								


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ROSEMARY: A CHRISTMAS STORY
ROSEMARY
A Christmas Story

  By
C. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON


With Eight Illustrations
By WILLIAM HATHERELL


NEW YORK
A. L. BURT COMPANY
PUBLISHERS


Copyright, 1906, by McClure, Phillips & Co.

To Minda

CONTENTS
CHAPTER                                                         PAGE



   I. THE WHITE GIRL ON THE TERRACE: THE ROSE GIRL AT THE CASINO   3


II. THE ROSE GIRL'S LITTLE STORY, AND GREAT EYES                21


III. WHEN THE CURTAIN WAS DOWN                                   40


IV. DOGS AND FATHERS                                            48



   V. ROSEMARY IN SEARCH OF A FATHER                              62


VI. FAIRY FATHERS MUST VANISH                                   78


VII. THE WHITE FIGURE AT THE DOOR                                94
VIII. WHEN A MAN GOES SHOPPING                                   108


IX. THE LAST WORD OF MADEMOISELLE                              128

ILLUSTRATIONS
EVELYN AND ROSEMARY CLIMBED HAND IN HAND, WHILE HUGH CARRIED

    TWO HUGE BASKETS                                      Frontispiece



                                                                 FACING

                                                                  PAGE


HE TOOK OFF HALF, AND WAS LEAVING THE REST TO RUN, WHEN A

    VOICE CLOSE TO HIS SHOULDER, SAID, "OH, DO TAKE IT ALL OFF"    12


WITH A CRASH OF MACHINERY HE BROUGHT THE BIG BLUE CAR TO

    A STOP                                                         70


HE CRUSHED THEM IN HIS, THEN BENT HIS HEAD AND KISSED THEM      102


THEY CAME NEARER, NEAR ENOUGH FOR MADEMOISELLE TO RECOGNISE

    THE MAN WITH THEM                                             124


THEIR FLUFFY LACES BURNT AND BLACKENED. CHIFFON FICHUS TORN

    IN RIBBONS STREWED THE CARPET                                 138

THE WHITE GIRL ON THE TERRACE: THE ROSE GIRL AT THE CASINO

There was a young man in Monte Carlo. He had come in a motor car, and he
had come a long way, but he hardly knew why he had come. He hardly knew
in these days why he did anything. But then, one must do something.
It would be Christmas soon, and he thought that he would rather get it
over on the Riviera than anywhere else, because the blue and gold
weather would not remind him of other Christmases which were gone--pure,
white, cold Christmases, musical with joy-bells and sweet with aromatic
pine, the scent of trees born to be Christmas trees.