mirror almost with trembling. The last time he had
looked at himself he had seen only that old, haggard face with the
ghostly figures branded across the brow. Thank God! they were gone now,
and he could even see in his face some faint resemblance to the
portraits on the wall.

He went to bed and slept as he had not slept for months, perhaps for
years--not dreamlessly, but the dreams were pleasant.--Now and then
lines of vague figures appeared to him, but a little girl with a smiling
face came and played bo-peep with him over them, and presently sprang up
and threw her arms about his neck and made him take her in a sleigh to a
wonderful shop where they could get marvellous presents; among them
Youth, and Friendship, and Happiness. The door was just being shut as
they arrived, but when he called his father's name it was opened
wide--and his father and mother greeted him--and led him smiling into
places where he had played as a child.--And Catherine Trelane in a
shaggy coat and hood pulled the presents from a forest of
Christmas-trees and gave them to Santa Claus's partner to give to
others. And suddenly his father, with his old tender smile, picked the
little girl up in his arms and she changed into a wonderful child that
shone so that it dazzled Livingstone and--he waked to find the bright
sun shining in through the window and falling on his face.

He sprang from bed with a cry almost of joy so bright was the day; and
as he looked out of the window on the sparkling snow outside it seemed a
new world.

CHAPTER XVI

All the morning Livingstone "rushed" as he had never "rushed" in the
wildest excitement of "the street." He had to find a banker and a lawyer
and a policeman. But he found them all. He had to get presents to
Sipkins and Hartly and the other clerks; but he managed to do it.

His servants, too, had caught the contagion, and more than once big
wagons driven by smiling, cheery-faced men drove up to the door and
unloaded their contents. And when the evening fell and a great sleigh
with six seats and four horses, and every seat packed full, drove up and
emptied its shouting occupants out at Livingstone's door everything was
ready.

It was Livingstone himself who met the guests at the door, and the
driver, in his shaggy coat, must have been an old friend from the
smiling way in which he nodded and waved his fur-gloved hands to him,
as he helped Mrs. Clark out tenderly and took Kitty into his arms.

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