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Annette and Lucien are enemies. After Annette gets Lucien into trouble at school, he decides to get back at her by threatening the most precious thing in the world to her: her little brother Dani. But tragedy strikes. Annette is so filled with rage she sets out to alienate and humiliate Lucien at every turn. As Lucien seeks to repent and restore, light floods both of their dark hearts and Christ proves that He makes all things new.
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Annette and Lucien are enemies. After Annette gets Lucien into trouble at school, he decides to get back at her by threatening the most precious thing in the world to her: her little brother Dani. But tragedy strikes. Annette is so filled with rage she sets out to alienate and humiliate Lucien at every turn. As Lucien seeks to repent and restore, light floods both of their dark hearts and Christ proves that He makes all things new.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780802465757
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 7/28/2001
  • Series: Patricia St John Series
  • Edition description: Revised
  • Pages: 232
  • Sales rank: 152,332
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.48 (h) x 0.52 (d)

Meet the Author


PATRICIA ST. JOHN (1919-1993) was a nurse, missionary and author. She earned a nursing degree at St. Thomas' Hospital in London in 1946. In the early 1950's she moved to Tangier, Morocco where she served as a missionary nurse for 27 years. Throughout her life, she travelled extensively in Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East, as the settings of her novels reflect. In 1977, she returned to England, where she cared for elderly relatives and ministered from her home to youths, single parents, and the elderly. Patricia authored numerous books, including Treasures of the Snow, The Tanglewoods' Secret, The Secret at Pheasant Cottage, and Star of Light.
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Treasures of the Snow


By Patricia St John, Gary Rees

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 1948 Patricia M. St. John
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8024-6575-7



CHAPTER 1

Christmas Eve

* * *

It was Christmas Eve, and three people were climbing the steep, white mountainside, the moonlight throwing shadows behind them across the snow. The middle one was a woman in a long skirt with a dark cloak over her shoulders. Clinging to her hand was a black-haired boy of six, who talked all the time with his mouth full. Walking a little way away from them, with her eyes turned to the stars, was a girl of seven. Her hands were folded across her chest, and close to her heart she carried a golden gingerbread bear with eyes made of white icing.

The little boy had also had a gingerbread bear, but he had eaten it all except the back legs. He looked at the girl spitefully. "Mine was bigger than yours," he said.

The girl did not seem upset. "I would not change it," she replied calmly, without turning her head. Then she looked down again with eyes full of love at the beautiful bear in her arms. How solid he looked, how delicious he smelled, and how brightly he gleamed in the starlight. She would never eat him, never!

Eighty little village children had been given gingerbread bears, but hers had surely been by far the most beautiful.

Yes, she would keep him forever in memory of tonight, and whenever she looked at him she would remember Christmas Eve—the frosty blue sky, the warm glow of the lighted church, the tree decorated with silver stars, the carols, the crib, and the sweet, sad story of Christmas. It made her want to cry when she thought about the inn where there was no room. She would have opened her door wide and welcomed Mary and Joseph in.

Lucien, the boy, was annoyed by her silence. "I have nearly finished mine," he remarked, scowling. "Let me taste yours, Annette. You have not started it." But Annette shook her head and held her bear a little closer. "I am never going to eat him," she replied. "I am going to keep him forever and ever."

They had come to where the crumbly white path divided. A few hundred yards along the right fork stood a group of chalets with lights shining in their windows and dark barns standing behind them. Annette was nearly home.

Madame Morel hesitated. "Are you all right to run home alone, Annette?" she asked doubtfully, "or shall we take you to the door?"

"Oh, I would much rather go home alone," answered Annette, "and thank you for taking me. Good night, Madame; good night, Lucien."

She turned and ran, in case Madame should change her mind and insist on seeing her to the door. She so badly wanted to be alone.

She wanted to get away from Lucien's chatter and enjoy the silence of the night. How could she think, and look at the stars, when she was having to make polite replies to Madame Morel and Lucien?

She had never been out alone at night before, and even this was a sort of accident. She was supposed to have gone to the church on the sleigh with her parents. They had all been thinking about it and planning it for weeks. But that morning her mother had been taken ill and her father had gone off on the midday train to fetch the doctor from the town up the valley. The doctor had arrived about teatime, but he could not cure her in time to get up and go to church as Annette had hoped he would, so to her great disappointment she had to go instead with Madame Morel from the chalet up the hill. But when she had reached the church it had been so beautiful that she had forgotten everything but the tree and the magic of Christmas, so it had not mattered so much after all.

The magic stayed with her, and now, as she stood alone among snow and stars, it seemed a pity to go in just yet and break the spell. She hesitated as she reached the steps leading up to the balcony and looked around. Just opposite loomed the cowshed; Annette could hear the beasts moving and munching from the manger.

An exciting idea struck her. She made up her mind in a moment, darted across the sleigh tracks, and lifted the latch of the door. The warm smell of cattle and milk and hay greeted her as she slipped inside. She wriggled against the legs of the chestnut-colored cow and wormed her way into the hayrack. The cow was having supper, but Annette flung her arms around its neck and let it go on munching, just as the cows must have munched when Mary sat among them with her newborn baby in her arms.

She looked down at the manger and imagined Baby Jesus was lying in the straw with the cows, still and quiet, worshipping about Him. Through a hole in the roof she could see one bright star, and she remembered how a star had shone over Bethlehem and guided the wise men to the house where Jesus lay. She could imagine them padding up the valley on their swaying camels. And surely any moment now the door would open softly and the shepherds would come creeping in with little lambs in their arms and offer to cover the child with woolly fleeces. As she leaned further, a great feeling of pity came over her for the homeless baby who had had all the doors shut against him.

"There would have been plenty of room in our chalet," she whispered, "and yet perhaps after all this is the nicest place. The hay is sweet and clean and Louise's breath is warm and pleasant. Maybe God chose the best cradle for his baby after all."

She might have stayed there dreaming all night if it had not been for the gleam of a lantern through the half-open door of the shed and the sound of firm, crunchy footsteps in the snow.

Then she heard her father call her in a quick, hurried voice.

She slipped down from the rack, dodged Louise's tail, and ran out to him with wide-open arms.

"I went in to wish the cows a happy Christmas," she said, laughing. "Did you come out to find me?"

"Yes, I did," he replied, but he was not laughing. His face was pale and serious in the moonlight, and he took her hand and almost dragged her up the steps. "You should have come in at once, with your mother so ill. She has been asking for you for half an hour."

Annette suddenly felt very sorry, for somehow the Christmas tree had made her forget about everything else, and all the time her mother, whom she loved so much, was lying ill and wanting her. She had thought the doctor would have made her better. She took her hand out from her father's and ran up the wooden stairs and into her mother's bedroom.

Neither the doctor nor the village nurse saw her until she had crept up to the bed, for she was a small, slim child who moved almost silently. But her mother saw her and half held out her arms. Annette, without a word, ran into them and hid her face on her mother's shoulder. She began to cry quietly, for her mother's face was almost as white as the pillow and it frightened her. Besides, she felt sorry for having been away so long.

"Annette," whispered her mother, "stop crying. I have a present for you."

Annette stopped at once. A present? Of course, it was Christmas. She had quite forgotten. Her mother always gave her a present, but she usually had it on New Year's Day. Wherever could it be? She looked around expectantly.

Her mother turned to the nurse. "Give it to her," she whispered. The nurse pulled back the blanket and lifted out a bundle wrapped in a white shawl. She came around to Annette and held it out to her.

"Your little brother," the nurse explained. "Let us go down by the fire and you shall rock his cradle. We must leave your mother to sleep. Kiss her good night."

"Your little brother," echoed her mother's weak voice. "He is yours, Annette. Bring him up and love him and look after him for me. I give him to you."

Her voice trailed away and she closed her eyes. Annette, too dazed to speak, allowed herself to be led downstairs by the nurse. She sat down on a stool by the stove to rock the wooden cradle where her Christmas present lay covered in shawls and blankets.

She sat very still for a long time staring at the bump that was her little brother. The house was very still, and the Christmas star shone in through the windows as it had shone on that other Christmas baby in the stable at Bethlehem, with Mary sitting watching God's little Son, just as she was sitting by the stove watching her little brother.

She put out gentle fingers and touched the top of his downy head, which was all she could see of him.

Then with a tired sigh she leaned her head against the cradle and let her imagination go where it would—stars, shepherds, little new babies, shut doors, wise men, and gingerbread bears—they all became muddled up in her mind, and she slid gradually onto the floor.

It was here that her father found her an hour later, lying as peacefully asleep as her new baby brother, her bright head resting on the cradle rocker.

"Poor little motherless creatures," he said as he stooped to pick her up. "How shall I ever bring them up without her?"

For Annette's mother had gone to spend Christmas in heaven.

CHAPTER 2

Grandmother Arrives

* * *

So Daniel Burnier, age three hours, became the special property of Annette Burnier, age seven years.

Of course, the kind village nurse stayed for some time to bathe and feed him, and when she left, her father paid a woman from the village to come and nurse him. But Dani belonged to Annette, and nobody ever spoke of him as anything but Annette's baby.

For once the first great shock of losing her mother was over, Annette gathered up all the love of her sad, lonely little heart and poured it out on her little brother. She held his bottle while he sucked and sat quietly by his cradle in case he should wake and want her. It was Annette who ran to him in the night if he woke or whimpered, and who carried him out onto the balcony at midday so that the sun might shine on him. And with so much love and sunshine surrounding him, the baby grew strong, until there was no other baby of his age in the valley who was as healthy and beautiful. He slept and woke and chuckled and fed and kicked and slept again. In fact, he never gave a moment's worry to anyone.

"He was born under a lucky star," exclaimed a woman from the village, gazing at him thoughtfully.

"He was born under a Christmas star," said Annette solemnly. "I think he will always be good and happy."

And how he grew! By the time the sun was beginning to melt the snow, and the crocuses were pushing up in the pale fields, Annette was having to think about new clothes. As soon as the cows had gone up the mountain, Dani cut his first tooth. As Annette knew nothing about first teeth, and expected no trouble, the baby himself forgot that it should have been a painful time, so instead of fretting and crying he just giggled and sucked his fists.

Soon Dani was moving around, and his cradle could hold him no longer. He wanted to explore everything from the stove to the balcony steps, and Annette spent an anxious few weeks keeping him out of danger. In the end she decided to tie him by one pink foot to the leg of the kitchen table and he explored in circles, and life became more peaceful.

It was just about this time that Annette, slipping down to the living room after tucking Dani up in his cradle, found her father sitting by the stove with his head in his hands, looking old and tired and grey. He had often looked old and tired since his wife died, but tonight he looked worse than usual. Annette, who tried hard to make up for her mother, climbed onto his knee and laid her soft cheek against his bony brown one.

"What is the matter, Papa?" she asked. "Are you very tired tonight? Shall I make you a cup of coffee?"

He looked down at her curiously for a minute or two. She was so small and light, like a golden-haired fairy, but how sensible and womanly she was! Somehow during the past year he had made a habit of telling her his troubles and even listening to her serious advice. So now he pulled her head against his shoulder and told her all about it.

"We shall have to sell some of the cows, little daughter," he explained sadly. "We must have some more money or there will be no winter boots for you."

Annette lifted her head and stared at him in horror. They only had ten cows, and each one was a personal friend. Any one of them would be missed terribly. She must think of a better way to earn money than that.

"You see," her father went on, "other men have wives to look after their little ones. I have to pay a woman to nurse Dani, and it is expensive. Yet someone must look after him, poor little lad."

Annette sat up very straight and tossed back her plaits. She knew exactly what to do, and all she had to do was make her father agree.

"Papa," she said very slowly and distinctly, "you do not need Mademoiselle Mottier any longer. I am eight and a half now, and I can look after Dani as well as anyone. You will not have to pay me anything, and then we can keep the cows. Why, think, Papa, how unhappy they would be to leave us! I do believe Paquerette would cry!"

"But you must go to school," said her father rather doubtfully. "It would not be right to keep you at home, and anyhow it is against the law. The schoolmaster would want to know why, and he would tell the mayor and we should get into trouble."

"But it is much more important to look after Dani," answered Annette, wrinkling her forehead, "and if you explained to the master, he would understand. He is a kind man, and he is a friend of yours. Let's try it and see what happens. I will do my lessons here in the kitchen, Papa, every morning, and Dani can play on the floor. In any case, it's only for four years. When Dani is five he will go to the infant school, and I can take him down and go to the big school."

Her father continued to look at her thoughtfully. Although she was small, she was as clever as a woman in looking after the baby, and she was very handy about the house. But she could not do the cooking, or knit the stockings, or do the rough heavy work. And besides, she ought to have some schooling. He sat thinking in silence for a full five minutes. Then he had an idea.

"I wonder if your grandmother would come," he said suddenly. "She is old and has rheumatics, and her sight is poor, but she could do the cooking and mending perhaps, and she could help you with your lessons in the evenings. It would be company for you, too, when I am up the mountain. You're a little girl to be left alone all day long. If I write a letter to the schoolmaster telling him that Grandmother will give you a bit of teaching, maybe he will agree to keep quiet about it."

Annette climbed off his knee, and fetched two sheets of paper and a pen and ink from the cupboard.

"Write to them both now," she said, "and I will post them when I go for the bread. Then we shall get the answers nice and quickly."

Both letters were answered that week. The first answer was Grandmother herself, who arrived by train, bent and crippled, with a wooden box roped up very securely. Annette went down to meet her and watched the little electric train twisting its way up the valley between the hay fields like a caterpillar. It was rather late, the driver explained angrily, because a cow had strayed onto the line and the train had had to stop. He moved off so quickly that Grandmother hardly had time to get down, and her wooden box had to be thrown out after her while the train was moving away.

Grandmother, however, did not seem at all worried. She leaned on her stick and wanted to know how she was going to get up the hill. Annette, who knew nothing about rheumatism, suggested that they should walk, but Grandmother said, "Nonsense, child," and in the end they got a lift in an empty farm cart that had brought cheeses down to the train and was now going back up the mountain.

The road was stony, the wheels wooden, and the mule uncertain, and Annette enjoyed the ride very much more than Grandmother did. But the old woman gritted her teeth and made no complaint. She only let out a tired sigh of relief when she found herself safely on the sofa by the stove, with a cushion at her aching back and Annette bustling about getting her some tea.

Dani came out from under the table, getting along on his bottom. He stuck three fingers in his mouth and laughed at Grandmother, who put on her glasses to see him better. They sat for some moments staring at each other, her dim old eyes meeting his bright blue ones, and then Dani threw back his head and laughed again.

"That child will wear out his trousers," said Grandmother, taking a piece of bread and butter and cherry jam. "He should be taught to crawl."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Treasures of the Snow by Patricia St John, Gary Rees. Copyright © 1948 Patricia M. St. John. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Contents

1 Christmas Eve,
2 Grandmother Arrives,
3 A Very Special Christmas Present,
4 The Quarrel Begins,
5 The Accident,
6 The Rescue,
7 Annette Plans Revenge,
8 A Day of Escape,
9 A Visit to the Hospital,
10 Lucien Makes a Friend,
11 A Trip to the High Pastures,
12 Annette's Revenge,
13 The Old Man's Story,
14 The Handwork Competition,
15 Christmas Again—and Gingerbread Bears,
16 Klaus Goes Missing,
17 An Open Door,
18 Things Start to Come Right,
19 Annette Wins a Battle,
20 Lucien Has an Idea,
21 An Unforgettable Night,
22 Lucien Finds Monsieur Givet,
23 Dani Meets the Doctor,
24 Jesus' Love Makes All the Difference,
25 Getting Better,
26 A New Start,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2012

    Highly recommended, you must read this book!

    A true classic written in a special way to captivate young and old readers, alike. This book gently, and beautifully illustrates the gospel with ways young children love. Happy reading!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 22, 2010

    lovely story about repentance and forgiveness

    Patricia St. John lived from 1914 to 1992. This is probably her most famous book and is a lovely story about repentance and forgiveness. Set in the Swiss Alps, it tells of Annette, her younger brother Dani who is injured in a fall caused by a neighbor boy Lucien, Annette's anger at Lucien, Lucien's sorrow for his deed, and how heeding the Savior's voice brought about healing.
    There are a few references to denominational beliefs and practices, but these do not take away from the beauty of the tale. My only question is, just what about Miss St. John's original language needed to be "sensitively adapted"? Moody has a bad habit of "updating" many of the books in their catalogue (they did this with the original "Sugar Creek Gang" series). My personal opinion is that by reading such books children miss out on some of the quaintness of expression common in former times. I would like to get a copy of the original and compare it with the new edition. In any event, this was still a very enjoyable and profitable book to read. We also watched the movie based on it and liked it too.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2005

    Excellent book!

    A delightful story set in the mountains of Switzerland, this book teaches about the importance of forgiveness, but it's not preachy. A great read---highly recommended!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2001

    recommended

    my class read the book in school as a subject we injoyed it at times it was sad but i injoyed it. it spoke a word in my life and i've never realy liked to read but this book was ok the person who wrote this book did a great job .Nathell Boltman

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2001

    A Story of Forgiveness

    I have just finished reading this book aloud to my four boys ages 5-13. They loved the old fashioned setting of Switzerland. The story was fast paced enough to keep their attention, and I loved the lessons it taught. How can anyone hold a grudge after reading this story of Annette's forgiveness for a bully who made her baby brother crippled? This is a great story for adults too, and I plan on buying it for presents.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2000

    Best book ever written

    PSJ really did a good job with this book. This book shows not only how one can change from bad to good, but how one can change from good to bad if they get bitter over what someone else has done. This book has deeply affected my life and it is great for all ages. So click, drop, bag, and enjoy

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