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    Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated): A Heartwarming Tale of the Spirit & Magic of Christmas
    Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated): A Heartwarming Tale of the Spirit & Magic of Christmas
    Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated): A Heartwarming Tale of the Spirit & Magic of Christmas
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    Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated): A Heartwarming Tale of the Spirit & Magic of Christmas

    By Thomas Nelson Page and William James Glackens

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    Santa Claus's Partner is a heart-warming story of the spirit and magic of Christmas. The wealthy old man realizes that he is miserable and that his life is lacking the things that are most important, so he decides to change his ways. He takes on the young daughter of his clerk to become Santa Claus's partner and the two of them distribute gifts to poor children who would not have gifts otherwise. He saves his last gift for the little girl and her family.
    Thomas Nelson Page (1853-1922) was a lawyer and one of the best-known American writers of his day. After his service in presidential administration Page returned home and continued to write for the remainder of his years. Page's fiction featured a nostalgic view of the South in step with what is termed Lost Cause ideology. He also wrote books for children and teenagers.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishere-artnow
    Release dateNov 18, 2017
    ISBN9788027301430
    Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated): A Heartwarming Tale of the Spirit & Magic of Christmas
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    Thomas Nelson Page

    Thomas Nelson Page was an American writer and lawyer, as well as the U.S. Ambassador to Italy during the presidency of Woodrow Wilson. Despite his family’s wealthy lineage—both the Nelson and Page families were First Families of Virginia—Page was raised largely in poverty. Based on his own experiences living on a plantation in the Antebellum South, Page’s writing helped popularize the plantation-tradition genre, which depicted an idealized version of slavery and presented emancipation as a sign of moral decline in society. Page’s best-known works include the short story collections The Burial of the Guns and In Ole Virginia, the latter of which contains the influential story “Marse Chan.” Thomas Nelson Page died in 1922.

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      Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated) - Thomas Nelson Page

      Thomas Nelson Page

      Santa Claus's Partner (Illustrated)

      e-artnow, 2017

      Contact: info@e-artnow.org

      ISBN 978-80-273-0143-0

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

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      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

      CHAPTER 1

      Table of Contents

      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.

      He knew he was successful by the silent envy with which his acquaintances regarded him; by the respect with which he was treated and his opinion was received at the different Boards, of which he was now an influential member, by men who fifteen years ago hardly knew of his existence. He knew it by the numbers of invitations to the most fashionable houses which crowded his library table; by the familiar and jovial air with which presidents and magnates of big corporations, who could on a moment's notice change from warmth—temperate warmth—to ice, greeted him; and by the cajoling speeches with which fashionable mammas with unmarried daughters of a certain or uncertain age rallied him about his big, empty house on a fashionable street, and his handsome dinners, where only one thing was wanting—the thing they had in mind.

      Berryman Livingstone had, however, much better proof of success than the mere plaudits of the world. Many men had these who had no real foundation for their display. For instance, Meteor Broome the broker, had just taken the big house on the corner above him, and had filled his stable with high-stepping, high-priced horses—much talked of in the public prints—and his wife wore jewels as handsome as Mrs. Parke-Rhode's who owned the house and twenty more like it. Colonel Keightly was one of the largest dealers on 'Change this year and was advertised in all the papers as having made a cool million and a half in a single venture out West. Van Diver was always spoken of as the Grain King, Mining King, or some other kind of Royalty, because of his infallible success, and Midan touch.

      But though these and many more like them were said to have made in a year or two more than Livingstone with all his pains had been able to accumulate in a score of years of earnest toil and assiduous devotion to business; were now invited to the same big houses that Livingstone visited, and were greeted by almost as flattering speeches as Livingstone received, Livingstone knew of discussions as to these men at Boards other than the festal board, and of stiffer notes that had been sent them than those stiff and sealed missives which were left at their front doors by liveried footmen.

      Livingstone, however, though he kept out of the papers, having a rooted and growing prejudice against this form of vulgarity, could at any time, on five minutes' notice, establish the solidity of his foundation by simply unlocking his safe-deposit boxes. His foundation was as solid as gold.

      On the mahogany table-desk before him lay now a couple of books: one a long, ledger-like folio in the russet covering sacred to the binding of that particular kind of work which a summer-hearted Writer of books years ago inscribed as a book of great interest; the other, a smaller volume, a memorandum book, more richly attired than its sober companion, in Russia leather.

      For an hour or two Mr. Livingstone, with closely-drawn, thin lips, and eager eyes, had sat in his seat, silent, immersed, absorbed, and compared the two volumes, from time to time making memoranda in the smaller book, whilst his clerks had sat on their high stools in the large office outside looking impatiently at the white-faced clock on the wall as it slowly marked the passing time, or gazing enviously and grumblingly out of the windows at the dark, hurrying crowds below making their way homeward through the falling snow.

      The young men could not have stood it but for the imperturbable patience and sweet temper of the oldest man in the office, a quiet-faced, middle-aged man, who, in a low, cheery, pleasant voice, restrained their impatience and soothed their ruffled spirits.

      Even this, however, was only partially successful.

      Go in there, Mr. Clark, and tell him we want to go home, urged fretfully one youth, a tentative dandy, with a sharp nose and blunt chin, who had been diligently arranging his vivid necktie for more than a half-hour at a little mirror on the wall.

      Oh! He'll be out directly now, replied the older man, looking up from the account-book before him.

      You've been saying that for three hours! complained the other.

      Well, see if it doesn't come true this time, said the older clerk, kindly. He'll make it up to you.

      This view of the case did not seem to appeal very strongly to the young man; he simply grunted.

      "I'm going to give him notice. I'll not be put upon this way—" bristled a yet younger clerk, stepping down from his high stool in a corner and squaring his shoulders with martial manifestations.

      This unexpected interposition appeared to be the outlet the older grumbler wanted.

      Yes, you will! he sneered with disdain, turning his eyes on his junior derisively. He could at least bully Sipkins.

      For response, the youngster walked with a firm tread straight up to the door of the private office; put out his hand so quickly that the other's eyes opened wide; then turned so suddenly as to catch his derider's look of wonder; stuck out his tongue in triumph at the success of his ruse, and walked on to the window.

      He'll be through directly, see if he is not, reiterated the senior clerk with kindly intonation. Don't make a noise, there's a good fellow; and once more John Clark, the dean of the office, guilefully buried himself in his columns.

      He must be writing his love-letters. Go in there, Hartley, and help him out. You're an adept at that, hazarded the

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