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    And Thus He Came A Christmas Fantasy
    And Thus He Came A Christmas Fantasy
    And Thus He Came A Christmas Fantasy
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    And Thus He Came A Christmas Fantasy

    By Cyrus Townsend Brady

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      And Thus He Came A Christmas Fantasy - Cyrus Townsend Brady

      The Project Gutenberg eBook, And Thus He Came, by Cyrus Townsend Brady, Illustrated by Walter B. Everett

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      Title: And Thus He Came

      Author: Cyrus Townsend Brady

      Release Date: January 5, 2005 [eBook #14606]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AND THUS HE CAME***

      E-text prepared by Robert Cicconetti, Melissa Er-Raqabi,

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

      (http://www.pgdp.net)

      No, No, said the woman, I can't go with you now.

      And Thus He Came

      A Christmas Fantasy

      By

      Cyrus Townsend Brady

      Pictures by

      Walter B. Everett

      G.P. Putnam's Sons

      New York and London

      The Knickerbocker Press

      1916

      To the Beloved Memory

      of

      Little Betty

      Contents

      I—THE BABY

      II—THE CHILD

      III—THE FRIEND

      IV—THE WORKMAN

      V—THE COMFORTER

      VI—THE BURDEN BEARER

      VII—THE THORN CROWNED

      VIII—THE BROKEN-HEARTED

      IX—THE FORGIVER OF SINS

      X—THE GIVER OF LIFE

      XI—THE STILLER OF THE STORM

      Illustrations

      NO, NO, SAID THE WOMAN, I CAN'T GO WITH YOU NOW.

      AFTER A TIME SHE FELL DOWN ON HER KNEES. SHE PRESSED THEM AGAINST HER FACE

      SHE LAID HER HAND UPON THE KNOB OF THE CHURCH DOOR

      IT IS HE, WHISPERED THE PRIEST; HIS SORROW WAS GREATER THAN MINE

      ABSOLVO TE

      THE CRY FOR BREAD

      I

      The Baby

      A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM

      The heavy perfume of rare blossoms, the wild strains of mad music, the patter of flying feet, the murmur of speech, the ring of laughter, filled the great hall. Now and again a pair of dancers, peculiarly graceful and particularly daring, held the center of the floor for a moment while the room rang with applause.

      Into alcoves, screened and flower-decked, couples wandered. In the dancing-space hands were clasped, bosoms rose and fell, hearts throbbed, pulses beat, and moving bodies kept time to rhythmic sound.

      Suddenly the music stopped, the conversation ceased, the laughter died away. Almost, as it were, poised in the air, the dancers stood amazed. One looked to another in surprise. Something stole throughout the room which was neither music, nor lights, nor fragrance, but which was life—a presence!

      Do you see that child? asked the wildest of the dancers of her escort. There, she pointed. He looks like a very little boy.

      I see nothing, said the man, who still held her in the clasp of his arm.

      He is strangely dressed, although I see him indistinctly, vaguely, whispered the woman. He wears a long white robe and there is a kind of light about his face. See, he is looking at us.

      I see nothing, repeated the man in low tones. The heat, the light, the music, have disturbed you; let me get you—

      I want nothing, interposed the woman, waving the man aside and drawing away from his arm. Don't you see him, there?

      She made a step toward the center of the room. She stopped, put her hand to her head.

      Why, he is gone, she exclaimed.

      Good, said the man, while at that instant the room suddenly rang with cries: Go on with the music, the dance is not half over. He extended his arm to the woman again. Our dance is not finished.

      Yes, it is, she said as the flying feet once more twinkled across the polished floor, as everybody took a long breath and a new start apparently unconscious of the

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