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"Here’s a present for you, and God bless you.” "Thanks,” said the young guy. “It’s very kind of you to — Jump ing Jupiter!" “It’s just a thousand dollars,” says the old girl happily. The guy’s eyes bug out like a frog’s, and he stares at the bill and turns pale. “You — you wait right here, lady!” he cries. “I’ll find a cop!” Dan steps forward and flashes VsiC KfSdrrn ---O-. “I’m a cop,” he says. “Is some thing wrong?” The guy is so excited he can’t talk. “She just gave me a thousand dollars!” he blurts out finally. “She must be nuts!” “Maybe she is,” says Dan. "It depends on how you look at things. But if she gave it to you, keep it. ” "Now I must be nuts!” says the guy. “But if you mean it, lady,” he says to Mrs. Dusenberry, “thanks and God bless you." And he turns and hurries off. The old dame now nudges Dan in the ribs with her elbow and chuckles. “Did you see his face?” she says. “He can’t believe it!” “Neither can I, ma’am,” says Dan, shaking his head. “Neither can I.” The next one is a woman with a two-year-old kid in her arms. Mrs. Dusenberry gives her such a fthnrlf with thp $1 OHO hill th-at tKo woman drops the kid and Dan has to pick him up and dust him off and calm him down. The third is a flashy young dame who thinks she’s being framed and doesn’t want to take it. Number four is a colored porter who rolls his eyes and starts run ning around the lobby shouting hallelujahs. A foreign-looking old guy is the fifth, and he’s down on both knees kissing Mrs. Dusen berry’s hand before Dan can stop him.' Number six is a bobby-soxer who squeals like the thousand dollar bill has Sinatra’s autograph on it. Number seven is a sour young miir f/-» n o T itiln the crapshooter. He grabs the bill out of the old dame’s hand and hurries off without a word. Mrs. Dusenberry doesn’t care. She’s chortling and gurgling and having herself a time. In twenty minutes she covers all ages, types and races. But it’s tiring her out. Twice Dan wants her to sit down while he goes and gets Dr. McFin ney, but she won’t do it. She says she never feels so good in all her life. But after another ten minutes, when she begins to sway on her feet, Dan takes hold of her. "You’ve got to rest now,’’ he tells her. “You’re working harder get ting rid of that dough than a lot of guys work to get it. We’ll find the Doc. Maybe later — ” She waves her hand protest ingly. “I’ve only one bill left,” she says. “Who’ll it be? Perhaps — ” She breaks off and smiles. “Why, of course!” she cries, and holds out the bill for Dan to take. “Merry Christmas, Officer McGarry,” she says to him, her voice getting thinner all the time. “Here’s a thousand-dollar bill for you and God bl — ” She sputters and gives out like a car with a dry carburetor. Then she collapses like a tired kid into Dan’s arms. The next moment everyone in tKn InhU.r in (• .nn Inn __ --J vui •ting IV wv miuc goes on, because Dan is yelling for Dr. McFinney at the top of his lungs. The Doc comes dodging through the crowd like a flashy halfback weaving through the sec ondary on a touchdown run. He takes the limp old dame from Dan’s arms and lowers her gently into a lobby chair. “Doc!” Dan says, and his voice is weak. “Is she — is she — ” The Doc feels her pulse a mo ment. “She’ll be all right,” he says finally. “But I’ll have to get her to bed. The excitement’s been too much.” Then someone is pulling at Dan’s sleeve. He turns and there is his mouse Kitty. “Hurry, Dan,” she says. “The Inspector’s waiting in a room on the mezzanine.” “For me? What for? I — ” “Please hurry! All the others are waiting, too.” He runs up the half flight of stairs behind her. She opens the door of one of the hotel meeting rooms and he follows her inside. They’re all in there — all the nineteen people who got a Christ mas Eve handout from the little uiu Udine, j ne young guy wun the toys is there. And the woman with the kid, and the flashy young dame, and the colored porter, and the hand-kissing old gent, and the bobby-soxer, and Little Max the crapshooter, and all the rest. They’re standing there silently, looking at the Inspector, and waiting. “Dan’s the last of them, In spector,” Kitty says. “You can start in now.” The Inspector clears his throat. “I want to thank you all for com ing,” he says. “I had the various plain-clothes cops stationed in the dKtofeo . lobby to ask you here, after you’d received your gifts from Mrs. Dusenberry. for a little confer ence. The idea belongs to this little lady here” — and the In spector nods and smiles at Kitty “ — so maybe I’d better let her take over. . . ” Kittjr flushes a little and starts in. “You have all been given a substantial Christmas gift by a kind old lady,” she says. “I thought perhaps you’d want to give her something in return. Not money. She doesn't want that. But maybe you'd give her a part of your Christmas day. Tomorrow will be a lonely Christmas for her; unless we do something about it. I know that sometimes it’s more of a sacrifice to give time man tv/ give iiiuucy. out 11 yuu 11 all come here tomorrow afternoon with your families, Officer McGarry and I will set up a tree with all the trimmings, and we’ll give Mrs. Dusenberry the happi est Christmas she’s had in years. So will all of you who can come please raise your hands?” Everyone starts talking at once, and one after another the hands go up, until finally there are nineteen of them waving in the air. Then Little Max raises his and makes it ' an even twenty. “Well,” he says, “I have a little crap game sched uled for tomorrow, but I guess I can put it off. So you can count me in. I’ll bring along a pair of dice in case that old dame wants to try her luck, and seeing as it’s Christmas, they will be square dice for a change.”... It turns out to be quite a party. The tree reaches to the high ceil ing. Mrs. Dusenberry sits in a big chair at the foot of it; her eyes are as bright as the lights on the tree and she wears a smile that won’t come off. The hand-kissing old guy brings his eight kids; the porter brings his four; the bobby soxer comes with a boy friend, and the two of them jitterbug around in a way that makes Mrs. Dusenberry cackle with joy. There’s all the ice cream and cake everyone can eat, and consider able carol-singing led by Dan, in which the old dame joins until she’s red in the face. Dr. McFinney, the old watch dog, stands close beside her, beaming and nodding his head. “It’s better than any medicine,” he says to Dan., “Life means something to her again. She’s a great old girl, and at this rate she’41 outlive me vet." He lets her have her fun for three hours. Then he breaks it up. She’s had enough for one day, he tells her. Little Max, who’s sit ting across from her at a card table, pushes back his chair and stands up. "It’s enough for me, too,” he says sadly. “She wins back that thousand bucks she gives me yesterday.” “Come seven!” chirps Mrs. Dusenberry, rolling out a five and a two as neat as you please. “You want to get in, McFinney? This is my lucky day!” The End "When ACID INDIGESTION comes, I say Beat it!' wtthTUMS" says Capt. John J. Ayres of the Ridgewood, N. J. Police “i eat coffee and cake, coffee and a sandwich, coffee and dough nuts,” says Capt. 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