Some Christmas Camouflage: A Short Story

By Elisabeth Grace Foley

On a snowy December evening during the Great Depression, a high-spirited college student impulsively decides to do some spying on a quiet classmate—with unexpected results. A short story both funny and touching, in which mischief brings about a small Christmas miracle.

"Some Christmas Camouflage" is a short story, approximately 9,400 words long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elisabeth Grace Foley
• Release date: Nov 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310934957

Elisabeth Grace Foley

Elisabeth Grace Foley has been an insatiable reader and eager history buff ever since she learned to read, has been scribbling stories ever since she learned to write, and now combines those loves in writing historical fiction. She has been nominated for the Western Fictioneers' Peacemaker Award, and her work has appeared online at Rope and Wire and The Western Online. When not reading or writing, she enjoys spending time outdoors, music, crocheting, and watching sports and old movies. She lives in upstate New York with her family. Visit her online at www.elisabethgracefoley.com

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Some Christmas Camouflage: A Short Story

By Elisabeth Grace Foley

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About the Author

Some Christmas Camouflage

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December 1932

It was only just past five o’clock, but already it was deep twilight as the students issued from the doors of the main hall and came down the steps, and drifted away into the snowy streets. Lamps were being lit in windows along the way, and the picturesque glow of street lights marked the location of the busier blocks of shops uptown, toward which a few of the departing students bent their steps.

A trio of stragglers, laughing and talking among themselves, came out onto the stone steps. As they paused at the top, Wesley Rodgers elbowed one of his companions and nodded down toward the sidewalk below. There goes Doctor Brown. Wonder what lively spot he’s heading for tonight.

The burst of laughter with which the other two greeted this remark would not have been easily understood by an uninitiated observer. The person in question was not a doctor, nor even a member of the faculty; but a young student with a serious, rather pale face, wearing a shabby cap and overcoat and carrying several books under his arm, who was walking alone up the street. To the three on the steps he was a slight speaking acquaintance, as they shared a few classes, but otherwise they knew little about him.

Philip Brown was a quiet, diligent student from a small town in another state, who was at Edenton University to study medicine. He kept near the head of most of his classes through steady work and study, and took little part in the social life of the college. Few of his fellow-students ever saw him after classes. He lived somewhere off campus, and it was known that he worked several odd jobs out of study hours, though he was at Edenton on a scholarship. Wesley Rodgers and his friends, who regarded study as a necessary evil and social life as the salt that gave college its only savor, called him the model