ILLUSTRATIONS

FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY W. GLACKENS



_Vignette._
_"Guess who it is?" she cried._
_Livingstone had to dodge for his life._
_Half a dozen young bodies flung themselves upon him._
_He took the shopkeeper aside and had a little talk with him._
_The little form snuggled against him closer and closer._
_And James with sparkling eyes rolled back the folding doors._
_Standing in the Christmas evening light
in a long avenue under swaying boughs._




SANTA CLAUS'S PARTNER

CHAPTER I


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