Christmas in My Heart, A Fourth Treasury: Stories To Share The Spirit Of The Season [NOOK Book]


Christmas would not be the same without a new collection of heartwarming stories from Joe Wheeler. This year's treasury continues the holiday tradition in grand style with stories that touch the heart and bring to life the spirit of giving that truly embodies the meaning of Christmas. Like the previous three volumes, Christmas in My Heart, a Fourth Treasury is bound to become as dog-eared and tattered from readings and rereadings in that place ...
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Christmas in My Heart, A Fourth Treasury: Stories To Share The Spirit Of The Season

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Christmas would not be the same without a new collection of heartwarming stories from Joe Wheeler. This year's treasury continues the holiday tradition in grand style with stories that touch the heart and bring to life the spirit of giving that truly embodies the meaning of Christmas. Like the previous three volumes, Christmas in My Heart, a Fourth Treasury is bound to become as dog-eared and tattered from readings and rereadings in that place we call home.
These cherished tales tell of sorrow turned to joy, sadness overcome by hope, gifts made priceless with heartfelt love, and dreams that can only come alive in this magical holiday season. Never one to disappoint, Joe Wheeler has done it again with this collection of stories that radiate the warmth of Christmas.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307822659
  • Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/11/2012
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 1,243,067
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Joe Wheeler, Ph.D., recently retired from the English Department at Columbia Union College in Maryland. In addition to working on the Christmas In My Heart series, he is Senior Fellow for Cultural Studies at the Center for the New West in Denver, Colorado, and Executive Director of Zane Grey's West Society. He lives in Conifer, Colorado.
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A String of Blue Beads
Fulton Oursler

One of the loveliest and most beloved of all Christmas short stories was penned by Fulton Oursler. Oursler's story reminds us that possessions without someone to share them with are hollow and meaningless. He also reminds us once again that one can't pay more than "all one has" for a gift.

(Charles) Fulton Oursler cast a giant shadow over his time (1893-1952). Besides editing Metropolitan, Liberty, Cosmopolitan, and Reader's Digest, he was a prolific writer of short stories, screenplays, and books, perhaps best known for his The Greatest Story Ever Told.


Pete Richards was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened his door. You may have seen something in the newspapers about the incident at the time it happened, although neither his name nor hers was published, nor was the full story told as I tell it here.

Pete's shop had come down to him from his grandfather. The little front window was strewn with a disarray of old-fashioned things: bracelets and lockets worn in days before the Civil War, gold rings and silver boxes, images of jade and ivory, porcelain figurines.

On this winter's afternoon a child was standing there, her forehead against the glass, earnest and enormous eyes studying each discarded treasure, as if she were looking for something quite special. Finally she straightened up with a satisfied air and entered the store.

The shadowy interior of Pete Richards's establishment was even more cluttered than his show window. Shelves were stacked with jewel caskets, dueling pistols, clocks and lamps, and the floor was heaped with andirons and mandolins and things hard to find a name for.

Behind the counter stood Pete himself, a man not more than thirty but with hair already turning gray. There was a bleak air about him as he looked at the small customer who flattened her ungloved hands on the counter.

"Mister," she began, "would you please let me look at that string of blue beads in the window?"

Pete parted the draperies and lifted out a necklace. The turquoise stones gleamed brightly against the pallor of his palm as he spread the ornament before her.

"They're just perfect," said the child entirely to herself. "Will you wrap them up pretty for me, please?"

Pete studied her with a stony air. "Are you buying these for someone?"

"They're for my big sister. She takes care of me. You see, this will be the first Christmas since Mother died. I've been looking for the most wonderful Christmas present for my sister."

"How much money do you have?" asked Pete warily.

She had been busily untying the knots in a handkerchief and now she poured out a handful of pennies on the counter.

"I emptied my bank," she explained simply.

Pete Richards looked at her thoughtfully. Then he carefully drew back the necklace. The price tag was visible to him but not to her. How could he tell her? The trusting look of her blue eyes smote him like the pain of an old wound.

"Just a minute," he said, and turned toward the back of the store. Over his shoulder he called, "What's your name?" He was very busy about something.

"Jean Grace."

When Pete returned to where Jean Grace waited, a package lay in his hand, wrapped in scarlet paper and tied with a bow of green ribbon. "There you are," he said shortly. "Don't lose it on the way home."

She smiled happily at him over her shoulder as she ran out the door. Through the window he watched her go, while desolation flooded his thoughts. Something about Jean Grace and her string of beads had stirred him to the depths of a grief that would not stay buried. The child's hair was wheat yellow, her eyes sea blue, and once upon a time, not long before, Pete had been in love with a girl with hair of that same yellow and with eyes just as blue. And the turquoise necklace was to have been hers.

But there had come a rainy night-a truck skidding on a slippery road-and the life was crushed out of his dream.

Since then Pete Richards had lived too much with his grief in solitude. He was politely attentive to customers, but after business hours his world seemed irrevocably empty. He was trying to forget in a self-pitying haze that deepened day by day.

The blue eyes of Jean Grace jolted him into acute remembrance of what he had lost. The pain of it made him recoil from the exuberance of holiday shoppers. During the next ten days trade was brisk; chattering women swarmed in, fingering trinkets, trying to bargain. When the last customer had gone, late on Christmas Eve, he sighed with relief. It was over for another year. But for Pete Richards the night was not quite over.

The door opened and a young woman hurried in. With an inexplicable start, he realized that she looked familiar, yet he could not remember when or where he had seen her before. Her hair was golden yellow and her large eyes were blue. Without speaking, she drew from her purse a package loosely unwrapped in its red paper, a bow of green ribbon with it. Presently, the string of blue beads lay gleaming again before him.

"Did this come from your shop?" she asked.

Pete raised his eyes to hers and answered softly, "Yes, it did."

"Are the stones real?"

"Yes. Not the finest quality-but real."

"Can you remember who it was you sold them to?"

"She was a small girl. Her name was Jean. She bought them for her older sister's Christmas present."

"How much are they worth?"

"The price," he told her solemnly, "is always a confidential matter between the seller and the customer."

"But Jean has never had more than a few pennies of spending money. How could she pay for them?"

Pete was folding the gay paper back into its creases, rewrapping the little package just as neatly as before.

"She paid the biggest price anyone can ever pay," he said. "She gave all she had."

There was a silence then that filled the little curio shop. He saw the faraway steeple; a bell began ringing. The sound of the distant chiming, the little package lying on the counter, the question in the eyes of the girl, and the strange feeling of renewal struggling unreasonably in the heart of the man-all had come to be because of the love of a child.

"But why did you do it?"

He held out the gift in his hand.

"It's already Christmas morning," he said. "And it's my misfortune that I have no one to give anything to. Will you let me see you home and wish you a Merry Christmas at your door?"

And so, to the sound of many bells and in the midst of happy people, Pete Richards and a girl whose name he had yet to hear, walked out into the beginning of the great day that brings hope into the world for us all.
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