The Christmas Angel

The Christmas Angel

by Abbie Farwell Brown


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She stooped once more to pick up something which had fallen out when the cover was jarred open. It was a pink papier-mâché angel, such as are often hung from the top of Christmas trees as a crowning symbol. Norah stood holding it between thumb and finger, staring amazedly. Who would think to find such a bit of frivolity in the house of Miss Terry! The Christmas Angel is a stirring reminder of what really matters at Christmas and throughout the year.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781515429302
Publisher: Wilder Publications
Publication date: 04/03/2018
Pages: 54
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.25(d)

About the Author

Abbie Farwell Brown (August 21, 1871 - March 5, 1927) was an American author. Brown was born in Boston, Massachusetts, the first of two daughters of Benjamin F. Brown, a descendant of Isaac Allerton, and Clara Neal Brown, who contributed to The Youth's Companion. Her sister Ethel became an author and illustrator under the name Ann Underhill. Her family, for ten generations, had only resided in New England, and Brown herself spent her entire life in her family's Beacon Hill home.

Brown was valedictorian of the Bowdoin School in 1886. She then attended the Girls' Latin School, where she was friends with Josephine Preston Peabody. She was the driving force behind the newly created school newspaper, The Jabberwock, named by Brown after the poem by Lewis Carroll. They wrote to Carroll for permission to use the name and Carroll wrote back, wishing them "all success to the forthcoming magazine". The school, now Boston Latin Academy, still publishes The Jabberwock. After graduating in 1891, she attended Radcliffe College, graduating in 1894.

Brown died of cancer at the age of 55.

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Miss Terry rose and crossed two rooms to the front window, looking out upon the street. A flare of light almost blinded her eyes. Every window opposite her along the block, as far as she could see, was illuminated with a row of lighted candles across the sash. The soft, unusual glow threw into relief the pretty curtains and wreaths of green, and gave glimpses of cosy interiors and flitting happy figures.

"What a waste of candles!" scolded Miss Terry. "Folks are growing terribly extravagant."

The street was white with snow which had fallen a few hours earlier, piled in drifts along the curb of the little-traveled terrace. But the sidewalks were neatly shoveled and swept clean, as became the eminently respectable part of the city where Miss Terry lived. A long flight of steps, with iron railing at the side, led down from the front door, upon which a silver plate had for generations in decorous flourishes announced the name of Terry.

Miss Terry returned to the play box and drew out between thumb and finger the topmost toy. It happened to be a wooden box, with a wire hasp for fastening the cover. Half unconsciously she pressed the spring, and a hideous Jack-in-the-box sprang out to confront her with a squeak, a leering smile, and a red nose. Miss Terry eyed him with disfavor.

"I always did hate that thing," she said. "Tom was continually frightening me with it, I remember." As if to be rid of unwelcome memories she shut her mouth tight, even as she shut Jack back into his box, snapping the spring into place. "This will do to begin with," she thought. She crossed to the window, which she opened quickly, and tossed out the box, so that itfell squarely in the middle of the sidewalk. Then closing the window and turning down the lights in the room behind her, Miss Terry hid in the folds of the curtain and watched to see what would happen to Jack.

The street was quiet. Few persons passed on either side. At last she spied two little ragamuffins approaching. They seemed to be Jewish lads of the newsboy class, and they eyed the display of candles appraisingly. The smaller boy first caught sight of the box in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Hello! Wot's dis?" he grunted, making a dash upon it.

"Gee! Wot's up?" responded the other, who was instantly at his elbow.

"Gwan! Lemme look at it."

The smaller boy drew away and pressed the spring of the box eagerly. Ping! Out popped the Jack into his astonished face; whereupon he set up a guffaw.

"Give it here!" commanded the bigger boy.

"Naw! You let it alone! It's mine!" asserted the other, edging away along the curbstone. "I saw it first. You can't have it."

"Give it here. I saw it first myself. Hand it over, or I'll smash you!"

The bigger boy advanced threateningly.

"I won't!" the other whimpered, clasping the box tightly under his jacket.

He started to run, but the bigger fellow was too quick for him. He pounced across the sidewalk, and soon the twain were struggling in the snowdrift, pummeling one another with might and main.

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Christmas angel 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great story that will warm your heart and remind you of simpler and happy times and remind you what Christmas is truely about
TheGoldenPen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
On Christmas Eve, a miserable old Spinster sets out to destroy a box of old childhood toys; but before throwing each toy into the Library fireplace she conducts an experiment to prove that there is no Christmas Spirit left. She throws four old toys into the streets to see what becomes of them only to find that these old forgotten toys, which she calls rubbish, bring out the worst in those who finds them........until she stumbles upon an old family ornament......a Christmas Angel from Miss Terry's childhood whom she and her brother often put on top of their Christmas Tree. The Angel helps Miss Terry see the error of her ways and reveals the truth behind each of her 'experiments', revealing the true outcome of each toy that Miss Terry threw out onto the pavement with a very different outcome from what Miss Terry assumed happened to each toy. Each toy that Angelina Terry throws out touches the life of a person in a very special way.¿ A little sick boy is given the gift of a Jack-In-the Box that was found by two Jewish Boys.¿ An arrogant Millionaire turns over a new leaf and gets a new lease on life when he rescues a little boy who was about to be run over by a truck when the toy Flannel Dog that Miss Terry threw out was crushed under a car.....when the arrogant Millionaire threw the dog unto the street in a haughty manner.¿ An embittered mother who lost her child finds the true meaning of Christmas and has a change of heart when she finds Miss Terry's brother's Noah's Ark. ¿ An abused child finds the true meaning of Christmas and a warm home when she finds Miranda, Miss Terry's old doll.¿ A drunken old sinner finds a Guardian Angel who helps him mend his ways on Christmas Eve. This is a charming story full of the Christmas Spirit. Abbey Farbel Brown has written a modern twist to Dickens's A Christmas Carol in an original way. I absolutely loved this story! The story is short enough to read in one sitting and full of the true meaning of Christmas.Abbey Farbell Brown, a descendant of the earliest New England settlers, was born on Beacon Hill, in 1871 in Boston. Brown attended the Boston Girl's Latin School and became intimate friends with Prescott Peabody. Abbey graduated from Radcliffe College in 1894. Also by this Author:A Pocketful of Poesies (1902). The Curious Book of Birds (1903). The Star Jewels (1905). Brothers and Sisters (1906). Friends and Cousins (1907). Fresh Posies; Rhymes to Read and Pieces to Speak (1908). The Christmas Angel (1910). Their City Christmas; a Story for Boys and Girls (1912). Songs of Sixpence (1914). Kensington Town (1915). Surprise House (1917). The Gift; a Christmas Story (1920). Heart of New England (1920). The Rock of Liberty; a Pilgrim Ode (1920). What Luck! A Study in Opposites (1920). The Green Trunk; a Masque (1921). Round Robin (1921). The Lights of Beacon Hill; a Christmas Message (1922). The New England Poetry Club; an Outline of Its History, 1915-1923 (1923). Our Christmas Tree (1925). The Silver Stairs; Poems (1926). Under the Rowan Tree (1926). The Lantern and Other Plays for Children (1928). The Little Friend (1960).
wearylibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story is a must read at Christmas. It is short, sweet, and very inspirational.A bitter old woman goes through a box of old toys and decides to test the people who pass her home on Christmas Eve by putting the toys on the sidewalk in front of her home. She watches as those that pass her home prove her thought that there is no good in the world, no Christmas spirit. However, and old Christmas decoration, a Christmas Angel, comes to life and shows the woman that all is not as it seems.
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This was an easy read. Not very long and some grammatical errors but not very distracting.
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