. The hermit's Christmas . The Hermits Christmas sneer was gone; he had not a wordto say. The hermit turned to thethief, who sat next in the circle,and shot his next words at him. And thou, I know thine ail-ment, and why thou hast noChristmas joy in thy feast! Thouhast stolen money in thy scrip anda bad conscience in thy breast. The man with the shifty eyesgripped his wallet tight andturned pale under his tan. Nay, friend thief, said thehermit more gently, this is nocourt of law. There is no judgehere but thy God. Thou artafraid to meet the Christ-childwhen thou comest to judgment;that is why
. The hermit's Christmas . The Hermits Christmas sneer was gone; he had not a wordto say. The hermit turned to thethief, who sat next in the circle,and shot his next words at him. And thou, I know thine ail-ment, and why thou hast noChristmas joy in thy feast! Thouhast stolen money in thy scrip anda bad conscience in thy breast. The man with the shifty eyesgripped his wallet tight andturned pale under his tan. Nay, friend thief, said thehermit more gently, this is nocourt of law. There is no judgehere but thy God. Thou artafraid to meet the Christ-childwhen thou comest to judgment;that is why thou hast no joy inthis Christmas-tide. Clear con-science doth make glad heart. Getthee back and restore what thouhast stolen! His eyes sought those of himof the melancholy countenance,but the man would not look the hermit addressedhim, knowing that he heard. sJti 15 *Jj v^ &*?. p #.
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