The Tin Soldier

The Tin Soldier, by Temple Bailey

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Title: The Tin Soldier
Author: Temple Bailey

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THE TIN SOLDIER
by
TEMPLE BAILEY
Author of Glory of Youth, Contrary Mary, Etc.
Illustrations by F. Vaux Wilson

[Frontispiece: "I shall come back for more"]

New York Grosset & Dunlap Publishers Copyright 1918 by The Penn Publishing Company First printing November, 1916. Second printing January, 1919. Third printing March, 1919. Fourth printing May, 1919. Sixth printing September, 1919.

The Tin Soldier

CONTENTS
BOOK ONE
ON THE SHELF
CHAPTER
I
THE TOY SHOP II CINDERELLA III DRUSILLA IV THE QUESTION V THE SLACKER VI THE PROMISE VII HILDA VIII THE SHADOWED ROOM IX ROSE-COLOR! X A MAN WITH MONEY XI HILDA WEARS A CROWN XII WHEN THE MORNING STARS SANG XIII ARE MEN MADE ONLY FOR THIS? XIV SHINING SOULS XV HILDA BREAKS THE RULES XVI JEAN-JOAN XVII THE WHITE CAT
BOOK TWO
THROUGH THE CRACK
XVIII THE BROAD HIGHWAY XIX HILDA SHAKES A TREE XX THE VISION OF BRAVE WOMEN XXI DERBY'S WIFE XXII JEAN PLAYS PROXY
BOOK THREE
THE BUGLE CALLS
XXIII THE EMPTY HOUSE XXIV THE SINGING WOMAN XXV WHITE VIOLETS XXVI THE HOPE OF THE WORLD XXVII MARCHING FEET XXVIII SIX DAYS XXIX "HE CAME TO THE WARS!"

ILLUSTRATIONS
"I shall come back for more" . . . . . . Frontispiece
"I haven't anything left--for you"
"If anything should happen, you will remember?"
"These are my jewels"

BOOK ONE
ON THE SHELF
"I cannot bear it," the Tin Soldier said, standing on the shelf, "I cannot bear it. It is so melancholy here. Let me rather go to the wars and lose my arms and legs."
HANS ANDERSEN: The Old House.

THE TIN SOLDIER
CHAPTER I
THE TOY SHOP
The lights shining through the rain on the smooth street made of it a golden river.
The shabby old gentleman navigated unsteadily until he came to a corner. A lamp-post offered safe harbor. He steered for it and took his bearings. On each side of the glimmering stream loomed dark houses. A shadowy blot on the triangle he knew to be a church. Beyond the church was the intersecting avenue. Down the avenue were the small exclusive shops which were gradually encroaching on the residence section.
The shabby old gentleman took out his watch. It was a fine old watch, not at all in accord with the rest of him. It was almost six. The darkness of the November afternoon had come at five. The shabby old gentleman swung away from the lamppost and around the corner, then bolted triumphantly into the Toy Shop.
"Here I am," he said, with an attempt at buoyancy, and sat down.
"Oh," said the girl behind the counter, "you are wet."
"Well, I said I'd come, didn't I? Rain or shine? In five minutes I should have been too late--shop closed--" He lurched a little towards her.
She backed away from him. "You--you are--wet--won't you take cold--?"
"Never take cold--glad to get here--" He smiled and shut his eyes, opened them and smiled again, nodded and recovered, nodded and came to rest with his head on the counter.
The girl made a sudden rush for the rear door of the shop. "Look here, Emily. Poor old duck!"
Emily, standing in the doorway, surveyed the sleeping derelict scornfully. "You'd better put him out. It is six o'clock, Jean--"
"He was here yesterday--and he was furious because I wouldn't sell him any soldiers. He said he wanted to make a bonfire of the Prussian ones--and to buy the French and English ones for his son," she laughed.
"Of course you told him they were not for sale."
"Yes. But he insisted. And when he went away he told me he'd come again and bring a lot of money--"
The shabby old gentleman, rousing at the psychological moment, threw on the counter a roll of bills and murmured brokenly:
"'Ten little soldiers fighting on the line, One was blown to glory, and, then there were nine--!'"
His head fell forward and again he slept.
"Disgusting," said Emily Bridges; "of course we've got to get him out."
Getting him out, however, offered difficulties. He was a very big old gentleman, and they were little women.
"We might call the police--"
"Oh, Emily--"
"Well, if you can suggest anything better. We must close the shop."
"We might put him in a taxi--and send him home."
"He probably hasn't any home."
"Don't be so pessimistic--he certainly has money."
"You don't know where he got it. You can't be too careful, Jean--"
The girl, touching the old man's