The Gift of the Magi

The Coronet Little Show, presenting fact and fiction, dramatized by the Coronet Storyteller. Today we are going back to a Christmas Eve in the 19th century. Oh, Henry's story of the true Christmas spirit of love and sacrifice.

The gift of the Magi will be brought to you in just a moment by the Coronet Storyteller. 87 cents, that was all. And 60 cents of it was in Fennys.

Penny saved one and two at a time. Dela counted it for the third time. Dollar eighty-half. Dollar eighty-five. Dollar eighty-six. Dollar eighty-seven. It was still the same. And the next day would be Christmas. One dollar and eighty-seven cents would switch to buy a present for Jim.

Her Jim. It was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. He each and Della did it. While Dallas Sniffles are gradually subsiding, take a look at the vestibule below, where you will see on the letterbox a card bearing the name Mr. James Dillingham Young.

The Dillingham had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of Dillingham looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D.

But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above, he was called Jim and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young. That's Della. She has now finished her cry and is looking into the peer glass, attending to her cheeks with a powder rag.

Suddenly, as she stands before the glass, she pulls down her hair and lets it fall to its full length. Now there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride.