W. H. D. Rouse
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 1 Aug
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out of the depths have i cried unto thee o lord o my god be merciful to me for my soul trusteth in thee my god thou hast given take not thy gift away from me o my god spare the life of this my child o thou god my father my father
A deep hush followed the cry.
Listen, whispered Athenaeus breathlessly.
Was it an echo?
It could not be, for it came again.
The voice of the child, clear and low, waking from sleep and calling, My father, my father.
End of Part 8
part nine of a christmas miscellany twenty twenty three by various authors part nine the escape of alice by vincent
the red linen covers opened slightly and a little girl slipped out leaving behind her a curious vacancy in one of the familiar pictures signed with mr tinnehill's initials she looked about her with bright alert eyes hoping no one had been a witness to her desertion and then carefully began to climb down
she need not have alarmed herself for she was no bigger than a minute and clearer eyes than those of the rheumatic old antiquarian who kept the shop would have been needed to comprehend her departure fortunately the shelf on which she had emerged was not high and by exercising great caution the little girl was able to reach the floor without mishap
still watching the old man closely she reached a hand into the pocket of her print dress and produced a few crumbs of cake which she immediately ate almost instantly she began to grow and in a moment from a tiny little mite of three or four inches she had shot up into as tall a school-girl of thirteen as the proudest parent could wish
the ascent indeed was so rapid that before she quite realized what had happened there was her head on a level with the shelf upon which only an instant before she had been standing and there was the prison from which she had escaped alice's adventures in wonderland read the gold letters over the door she plucked the volume from its place and advanced with it toward the guardian of the bookshop
if it is not too high said alice i think i shall take this the old bookseller whose wits had been wool-gathering for many years would not have admitted for worlds that he had not heard her enter the shop he took the book from her hand you choose wisely he said and patted the red covers lovingly alice the ageless child it is one of the greatest compendiums of wit and sense in literature
there are only two books to match it you shall have it for fifteen cents for it is far from new and i see what i had not noticed before that the frontispiece is missing and what are the other two asked alice eagerly
when you are older you will read them said the old bookman they are called don quixote and the pickwick papers then very suddenly alice blushed for she remembered that she could not pay timidly she handed back the red-covered volume i am sorry she said but i have no money i don't know why i was so stupid as to come away without any
money cried the antiquarian did i ask you money for this book forgive me it is a habit i have fallen into for which i am very sorry money is the least important thing in the world only the worthless things are to be had for money those things which are beyond price thank god are to be had for the asking take it child to-morrow is christmas day i should be grieved indeed if there were no alice for you on christmas day
as grieves as if there were no santa claus there was something so unearthly about this strange old man that alice wondered if she were not yet in wonderland with a sobriety quite out of keeping with her usually merry disposition she thanked him and went forth into the snow-clad streets
the plethora of santa clauses spending the holiday week-end in the city bewildered alice and now after a long afternoon in the hurly-burly of metropolitan life she was becoming tired the number of santa clauses resident upon earth appalled her and the extravagance of their promises while pleasant enough almost frightened her without any questions asked even her address
which had it been requested would have taxed her wits rather severely they accepted her commissions and guaranteed immediate delivery the final excursion through the great department stores had been adventurous and diverting but now toward nightfall
was becoming monotonous what with its profusion of kris kringles and street hawkers and its babble of eleventh hour shoppers it was like witnessing a really thrilling movie drama for the second time thought alice who had initiated herself into the delights of moving picture entertainment for the first time that day and wondered at its remarkable duplication
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