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Title: The Story of Zephyr
A Christmas Story
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THE STORY OF ZEPHYR
A Christmas Story
BY
JEANIE OLIVER SMITH
“_Temple Oliver_”
NEW YORK
1917
Copyright, 1917
JEANIE OLIVER SMITH
TO
GEORGIA JOHNSON HENRY
THE STORY OF ZEPHYR
_A Christmas Story_
CHAPTER I
EDWY’S WISH
“Father, may I have an English setter for my Christmas present?”
Edwy spoke in a subdued tone, for the president of a certain
Association, a country club, of which his father was a member, had come
to say good-bye. One branch of the party of campers on the lake was
about to break up; city schools were calling them from forest and from
field.
The stranger had taken a seat on the broad veranda, his dog at his
heels, his carriage and horses waiting.
Bruno knew his little friend Edwy. The boy stood stroking the dog’s
ears and speaking gentle words to him. The dog seemed to listen but
although he was all attention and laid his head down on crossed paws,
one eye was alert for the movements of his master.
A dog, an English setter like Bruno, was one thing which Edwy had
sought with constant iteration since he was old enough to talk;
especially since he had seen the devotion of Bruno for his master and
even his master’s horses. He had also gained the dog’s confidence
towards himself.
Edwy’s mother felt that she must not let him keep on hoping for the
impossible. They could not take a dog to a city home while they were
building the camp on the lake. It was equally out of the question
either, to carry him back and forth on the cars, or to leave him at
home with servants while all the family were away.
As he stood stroking the dog’s ears and speaking his own little tender
words to him, the watchful mother explained, aside, the reason of the
refusal.
“You know, Edwy, a dog gets so terribly homesick if left in the care
of servants. Just see how Bruno is waiting to leap to his master’s
side, and fly down the road the moment the horse’s hoofs ring on the
highway.... When you are older....”
How Edwy hated the words, “when you are older!” It always meant that
you couldn’t have something when you wanted it. But as he was a
well-bred child, he always kept quiet in company. He had sometimes
confided to Willard, his brother, but that didn’t help much.
“Could I have a kitten then? I do want some kind of a thing that isn’t
either dumb or dead.” A certain chum of Edwy’s--not the usual kind of
a chum--but one in his own and Willard’s estimation well worthy of the
name, had noticed the fact that the child had so bravely banished the
frown of disappointment. She had also noted the fact that no ban had
been placed against a kitten, and a plan was forming in her mind, but
she did not divulge it.
CHAPTER II
THE LITTLE TRAPPER
Edwy had been called “The Little Trapper.” He had read every book he
could find about animals. After reading some of them, he would be the
“warrior bold”; would long to be old enough to shoot and slay and
pursue big game through the forest spaces, but bless his heart, he
hadn’t the least idea that there was any tragedy in it. He had made
box-traps with his own hands, but in such a way, however, that it would
hardly frighten the little creatures to be caught, for he would only
keep the little prisoners an hour, or a minute perhaps, feed them, and
let them go free.
One day he had found in his trap a pretty brown-eyed musk-rat, and the
creature found himself liberated beside his own stream, not a bit the
worse for its experience. And one day he found a strange slate-colored
dormouse, but it had managed to get out of its cage by its own
ingenuity or some one’s help.
Another day he caught several little squirrels, first getting one, then
another, and another, and letting them pass by a bridge of his own or
his father’s contriving, from one box to another, but they were all to
be set free in a short time and seemed to think it was mere play. At
first they seemed to try to tease each other, their comrades, for the
moment. He had discovered that in this first stage they would not eat,
but after a while he had rushed into the house to tell Willard his new
discovery.
“Why, Willard, they’ve all got acquainted with each other, and they
know me. They seem to know that I don’t mean to hurt them, and now they
‘grab’ for everything I offer them to eat.”
It soon became evident that the squirrel families would have to be more
severely dealt with, for more than once they had disturbed the little
birds on their nests, and in some cases had been known to destroy their
eggs; so a plan was formed to transport one or two of the squirrel
families to another portion of the woods, and thus leave the robins and
the warblers in undisputed possession near the camp.
At length came the plans for the opening of the doors of the temporary
trap, to introduce the squirrels to their new forest home.
Where the lake laps the shore, several rowboats were drawn up in line
and it was but the work of a moment to embark, for all the interested
members of the little group could enter readily into the child’s
feelings. The morning was one of the gems of June, with crystal sky and
lake. As the boats sped out towards the further shore the wise little
creatures in the box crowded further back, massed themselves in a
bunch, their feet towards the opening of the box, their pointed noses
quivering with excitement. Their little sharp bead-like eyes alert, but
less full of fear than at first, for already they had grown familiar
with a petting word from the little “trapper” and friend, and were fast
growing trustful of their human kind.
Now the problem was to get them to cross the small channel of deep
water which lay between them and the shore. A rustic bridge was made by
means of a wide board, and then the doors were opened! Such a patter of
little twinkling feet as they ran, one after another, “low geared” for
the land, while the party sailed back or remained on the lake to enjoy
the delights of rod and line, the feast of the flowers on the banks and
the songs of numberless birds, all part of the glorious summer time.
CHAPTER III
A WELCOME GUEST
Some weeks previous to this, while the campers still thought they had
the whole summer before them, a little white kitten with gold spots,
had come, seemingly from nowhere, and had sought admission--not to
Edwy’s camp--but to his Uncle’s, across the lake.
His Uncle’s wife was the dearest, the most teasable aunt in the world.
She was known sometimes as “Aida,” from a pet name one of them had
given her. They had never called her Aunt, but always some nice pet
name and always pretended they didn’t care a flip for her, but she knew
better, for wasn’t she their own mother’s sister, who had also a pet
name of her own? And were they not both daughters of this great chum
of theirs, who, as their father had told them was entirely their own
contemporary and equal, but at the same time they mustn’t tease her
or treat her as if they were playing football; and mustn’t touch her
pretty white dress with their “candy” fingers.
Edwy was glad that the kitten had come to visit them. He was afraid
that the winter would be hard on the poor thing.... Everybody said it
could take care of itself, but why couldn’t it take care of itself
now? It came every morning, to ask them for food and would give its
high-toned purr of satisfaction when they had fed it.
Much as Edwy liked it, he was glad that it had not come to his father’s
camp, for they had some little rabbits.
They had brought them, when old enough, from their own home, and had
let them run wild through the woods and underbrush, near the woods and
the lake.
“But would you believe it, Willard?” he said to his brother, “they come
back to our camp, just as soon as they hear my voice shouting to them,
half a mile away, and then they begin to show up out of the underbrush.”
It was always jolly at his Aunt’s camp, for in his own camp, he feared
the rabbits and the kitten might not agree, and he and Willard were
quite as much at home in the one place as the other.
The only time when the kitten had visited their camp on the hill was
once, when they had all been away a few days, and when both camps were
empty for that length of time.
On coming back, the very first thing they saw, in front of Edwy’s
father’s camp, was the little white kitten sitting on the door-step,
crying a glad welcome to them, arching its back, and reaching up for
them to pet it. Very soon Edwy took the megaphone from its corner and
called over the lake....
“Hello!”
The sound of Aida’s voice came floating back.
“Yes: I can hear you.”
“We all thought our little Zephyr was lost, but she is here, all safe
and sound; and she’s had a bowl of milk. Willard and I are going to row
the boat over the lake, and bring her back to your house, Aida, for
that is her real home.”
On reaching the other shore, Aida and Mo-ma were glad to welcome the
boys with their pet, for they had all feared she was lost. She had
found her way to the other house, along a wood road, they thought, all
the way. If she had gone along the borders of the lake, it would have
been much nearer, but it was swampy that way, so she must have taken
the high road and had made friends with the tame rabbits, not hurting
any of them.
The boys were well pleased with the result of their afternoon’s visit,
for Zephyr seemed so glad to get home, that she went through all her
little antics for them, hiding under the wood pile, then leaping out
to surprise them and glancing up in their faces almost as if she were
laughing, trying races with them along the wooded shore. After the boys
had partaken of the nice little lunch that Aida had planned for them,
some cake and berries, crimson raspberries that had grown in the field
by the road-side, it was time to take the boat for their homeward trip.
Zephyr followed them to the bank and looked after them as long as there
was light enough to see the boat. Aida also, watching them off, and
their dear mother outlined against the further shore, waiting their
arrival.
CHAPTER IV
ZEPHYR “SECOND”
It was Edwy himself who had named the cat Zephyr second. For one summer
they had a cat visitor that he named Zephyr, but she had gone back
to her home among the mountains and they had never seen her again.
But for this little kitten that had come to them, so white, so pretty
and engaging, a real snow-flake in color, so tiny and playful; Zephyr
seemed such an appropriate name. He could not call it Zephyr alone, for
that would have seemed like forgetting the former one, who was not so
beautiful as this one, and had never leaped higher than one’s head like
this one, but Zephyr second, or Zephyr II, would be quite the thing,
and keep the former one in memory.
He was glad that this one had come to his Aunt Aida’s, for they would
be a month longer in camp, and then Zephyr’s winter would not seem so
long.
He seemed more and more appreciative of all the graceful pranks of his
pet when she ran like a wild happy thing, leaping up as high as the
fence posts after butterflies in the sunshine, running up to the very
tops of the trees, and back again, but never catching the birds, oh no;
she was too happy to lie in wait for them, and the best trick of all
was, when she would sit on the bank and watch for a boat coming from
the other camp, every time he and Willard were out of her sight. She
would listen for the lapping of the oars, then leap to the bank, give
a glad little cry, arch her back, and give her sweet, high-toned purr
when they came near.
One evening before it was quite dark, when supper was just ready at
their father’s camp on the hill, Aida and Mo-ma had come over to stay
all night. They were to have their even-song, with the organ, violin,
and guitar, and the sweet human sympathetic voices of all in unison.
The songs which Edwy was sure “could be heard by the birds in their
nests high up in the tall trees, that leaned over the camp roof.”
They had just heard Willard and his father, fastening their boat at the
foot of the hill, and now they, “the truants,” were running quickly up
the stone steps from the landing, when Willard, the first comer, opened
the door and thrust some object inside.
It was none other than Zephyr!
“While we were passing your dock, we saw Zephyr waiting all alone on
the bank. We called to her, and she came running down and we took her
right into the boat with us, and here she is!”
“You precious darling,” said Edwy, stroking her.
As supper was now ready, he took her in his lap, and, contrary to all
rules, he fed her, as the poet Maeterlinck used to do with his pet cat,
talking to her in his happy voice in his own place at the table.
The evening had grown cool enough to have a fire of apple-tree wood,
blazing before the broad hearth, so before they began their even-song,
Willard had laid the moss-covered logs together and lighted them,
removing first the dainty fender, which his own hands had made, with
artistic deftness; having woven in the name of their camp among the
interstices of the woven wire. Now, where the welcome fire-glow shone
through it on the hearth-rug. Zephyr had taken her position, quite at
home and happy; purring her “grey thrums,” louder than ever, in her
contentment.
CHAPTER V
THE REAL MEANING OF CHRISTMAS
It seemed now as if this second camp, where Zephyr lived, had new
attractions for Edwy. He would spend the days happily with his friends.
Here was that teasable aunt Aida, and his friend, “Mo-ma”; his own
little conceit to avoid the longer name, but then he had as many pet
names for her, as there were months in the year. She never held up
other boys to them as examples, for she always seemed to think that he
and Willard were the “best ever.”
But it was drawing near the time that one branch of the family of
campers would have to say good-bye to summer fields and woods, and go
back to the city and school. Edwy felt a little blue about leaving
his pets and had a quiet talk with this special friend of his, after
the rest had gone out on the lake to have a last chance at the trout
fishing, before leaving the lake.
He was in the reminiscent mood that precedes sleep, and was telling his
friend how much he wished they would always stay in the country.
“But, after all, you would miss the bright, happy Christmas, in the
city home, you know.”
“Oh yes, to be sure, and we’ll have the lovely snowflakes coming down
from the sky, and a lot of good times.”
She had asked him then, when they were talking about Christmas, and
about all the delights of that time, if he knew the real meaning of
Christmas.
“Why yes,” he had answered. “It is to keep in mind a very great event
in the world, the greatest that ever happened. But then, you know, it
wouldn’t be Christmas to us boys, if we didn’t get some gifts of our
very own, for we can’t always be thinking ‘big thoughts.’
“So many things,” he continued, “were impossible until he was older. He
had wanted a dog, but he couldn’t have that. He had asked for a cat,
but, of course, he couldn’t have that. He could only have kids’ things.
“If he was only a shepherd he could have some lambs. He had once had
a tame weasel and it was the dearest thing, but you couldn’t pet a
weasel, although you could get to love it, and feel as if the world had
come to an end when it died.
“But there was always one Christmas that he remembered. He had got a
lot of things that day, but when night came he was so tired, that he
had a fight with his brother. Oh, not a real fight, you know; only the
kind that brothers always have. People may think you awful, and send
you off to bed, but half the time you don’t know what’s the matter.
Why, that was only last Christmas? Do you remember that night, Mo-ma?”
“Perfectly.”
“We were at home in the city,” he continued. “You had come up to
my room and sat by me. I was all covered up with the quilt, so you
wouldn’t see my red eyes. All at once we heard some one singing. It was
only Mamma and Aida. Mamma was playing the air on the dear violin, Aida
accompanying her on the piano and singing, and she always gives one a
chance to hear the words.”
“Yes, Edwy, I remember. You flew out of bed and leaned over the
banisters to hear. It was from The Oratorio of the ‘Messiah.’ You
wished they would play and sing it all night. You had forgotten all
your troubles in a moment.”
“Oh, I can hear it now, even after all these months, as the remembrance
of it comes through the still evening air. ‘He shall feed his flock
... feed his flock ... like a shepherd. He shall carry the lambs in
his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.’ Then you
told me the story about His life, after I came back to bed, and I fell
asleep, saying it over and over. He shall feed his flock ... feed his
flock ... like a shepherd ... and carry the lambs in his bosom ... the
little ... little ... lambs!”
CHAPTER VI
DEPARTURE OF THE FIRST GROUP OF CAMPERS
Edwy’s special friend had noticed how bravely he had given up the idea
of taking any of the country pets to the city, at least until he grew
older, but there was one little plan which she had not as yet divulged
to anybody. She had remarked to herself that a kitten had not been
forbidden, simply because it had not been thought of as a possibility.
After the boys and their parents had said good-bye to their camp, and
the whistle of their train could be heard far over the hills, she began
to take a new course with Zephyr. The little lonesome creature would
go often down to the bank, and seem to watch for the coming of a boat
and a welcoming warwhoop, but would always come back disappointed. It
was at such times that Aida and her mother would have a loving word
for Zephyr, and it evidently was at a loss to know what such unusual
attention meant. For instance, Zephyr might have wondered why she was
so often invited to go to sleep in a large cushioned box, with a wire
cover, not often closed, over her; and why she was fed occasional
dainties in this place, until she had grown to love it, and feel
perfectly at home in it.
Up to this time, they had not been quite sure but that some one might
claim Zephyr, but they had found out by accident, that a family had
moved away from a near-by hamlet, and had left this helpless creature
to the mercy of fierce dogs and winter terrors; but a kind Providence
that doth not let even the sparrows fall had brought her to a good
home, and now, that it had been decided what could be done for her by
the remaining friends at the camp, there was no lack of affection
shown. So Zephyr grew soft and fluffy and more engaging than ever, had
no fear of her wire-covered box, in which she was being prepared for a
longer journey, and eventually for summers and winters to come. In this
way she might be brought back and forth to the camp every summer.
Some weeks had passed before the second army of campers were ready to
leave. The autumn days had turned the leaves of the forest from gold to
crimson, the Hermit thrush had ceased its song of the even-tide, and
when they were all ready to leave the camp, Zephyr did not seem at all
surprised to be taken along with them. She was taken to Aida’s home at
first, for her (Aida’s) tall husband had at last come home, braving the
dangers of the war-ravaged seas.
CHAPTER VII
ONE OF ZEPHYR’S SUMMER HOMES
As Aida’s real summer home was in a lovely small city in one of the
more northern belts of the state, she would not go to the great city
for a month yet. So this country house, the Blake home, happened to be
Zephyr’s first stopping place. While mother and daughter, in the quiet
of the home garden, had many a talk under the trees about the friends
who had preceded them to that great city, which has always welcomed its
own people; and also the oppressed of all nations, and honored them
so long as the privileges of citizenship were appreciated. To those
who seemed to understand intuitively that the “Statue of Liberty,”
presented by a sister nation, meant more of friendship, loyalty, and
respect, than words could express, it was a most wonderful boon, and
at once the “Empire city” seemed to become law-abiding, by absorption,
under the leadership of the great souls who ruled both city and
country, and their appreciation of this new and lasting bond.
While Aida and her mother were happy in the garden and thinking “Big
thoughts,” Edwy’s pretty name for all he could not quite comprehend,
Aida, looking up, saw a shadow pass over her mother’s face.
“If Edwy were here, dearest, he would ask his friend, _why_? And he
would wait for you to answer his loving question, but I think I know.”
“How do any of us know, when our boys come to be grown men, what may
they not have to do to hold such liberty sacred? Can we be sure that
their beautiful lives might not have to pay the toll of enrollment for
their sacred trust--for their country?”
It was a thought she would not leave in a moment.
“If both boys were here, dear, they would remind you of the Shepherd’s
story, which you have so often told them.”
By way of taking her mind from life’s strange vicissitudes, Aida called
her attention to the fact of Zephyr’s disappearance. Where could it
have gone?
The little creature never seemed to have felt quite so much at home as
at the North. It had missed the lake, the boats and the merry voices
of the two boys, as they came between the two camps, with the sound of
beating oars. Sure enough, Zephyr had gone without even touching her
breakfast.
Just at that moment a little girl came along the garden walk, stepping
over the bank beside Aida’s lovely flowers, many of them still blooming
although so late in the autumn.
“I’ve brought your Kitty home,” she said gently. “But she loves to stay
right in my arms. I found her in the schoolroom, and I don’t believe
she would have been afraid of any of the boys for they all petted her,
but the teacher was having them say some dates in unison, and it made
such a racket that she came running to me, and I knew just who owned
her, for I had seen her in your garden.”
“O, thank you a thousand times! Zephyr shall know you as her little
friend.”
“May I take her to school again?”
“Every day if you wish, and play with her here, too, under the trees.”
“What were the dates that the scholars were saying in unison?” the
mother asked.
“One was the date on which the beautiful Statue of Liberty came from
France with its motto, ‘Liberty Enlightening the World.’”
“Just what we were talking about, dear,” said the mother thoughtfully.
“Ever since its arrival, it has been wreathed with loving, and often
poetic thought, and I am glad that our schools are asking you to
remember the dates of great events.
“While we are staying here she can go to school with you every day, and
you are welcome here, too, among Aida’s flowers!”
CHAPTER VIII
A SURPRISE
Winter had really come at last, the snowflakes had covered the brown
fields, and time was fast hastening on to bring the great day of all
the year, Christmas day. Aida had sent gifts that she knew they would
like, their Uncle had brought them some gifts from Paris, and this
special friend of theirs had her own plan, that made her smile to
herself, when she thought how Edwy loved things that he could pet and
fondle and call his own. The other presents had all been sent early to
their city home, and messages of thanks had been sent back, but the
question had been flashed back to the senders:
“Why didn’t you come yourselves? Christmas day is never Christmas day,
unless you are here!”
But it was almost over, and, as yet, not any sign of the rest of the
group as the slow hours passed.
All at once there was a loud sound of tramping in the hall, then a
shout of welcome in the air, and Edwy hoped it might be one person ...
no, two, whom he loved, and who loved him. And sure enough, he was
not disappointed. Aida was there, and right behind her Edwy’s friend
appeared on the scene, all trim and fine, her eyes full of love; and
before they knew it, she had made a pounce upon Edwy, and the next
moment had him in her arms.
She said nothing about a wire-covered box that stood in the hall, but
seeing it accidentally after he had given her a good hug, “a real
bear-hug,” he said:
“Oh, you’ve brought down one of my box-traps. Is it one of them? But
we don’t need any box-traps here, for there’s nothing to catch.”
But Willard, by this time, had torn off the cover.... The box was
opened wide at last, and oh! wonder of wonders! here was the little
white cat, their beautiful Zephyr, looking up at them with questioning
eyes.
The shout that went up ended suddenly with the peculiarly happy screech
of an Indian warwhoop, a sound they had not heard from Edwy’s lips for
many a month. Instead of jumping out of her box at once, Zephyr sat
up on her cushion, and began to wash her face with her velvet paw,
and when she saw Edwy, she began at once that high-toned purr, as if
to show her gratitude, that after her long journey, she had found
her friends. Her next act was to jump out of her box, after one look
at their glad faces, and another glance from floor to ceiling and
from ceiling to floor, she started on a wild chase after one of the
Christmas apples, that had rolled out on the floor.
The boy and the cat now had their race of pure delight from room to
room. While the grace of her motions seemed the most wonderful in the
world, making all the people laugh, the rapt happy look on Edwy’s face
was a greater joy. It was a marvel of expression.
Zephyr was his very own, to keep always!
THE END
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