Poor Mose's Happy Thought, rushed over to his weak-minded broth goin' on. As soonjas I eawjyou I got That bare thought of this made Santa TOE Olto^JAB. er and put his arms about him. over bein' scaredtor you were jolly Claus laugh. "Poor little Mose! dear fellow! Tell and smilin' like, and you chuckled as "Goin' on 'bout 9 o'clock," said Joel, Dying, dying is the year, A Christmas Tale. us all about Mehitable. Where is the you went aronnd to each stockin' And thejearth is sad "the girls come alongSister Elvira There were four children in our logcabin darling that we all lovethat you love Sighing, sighing are the trees, and filled it up." an' Thankful, Prudence Tucker, Belle so much? Where is she, dear little And the winds are mad S Eph and I, the twins, twelve "Yes, I can remember the night," Yocum, Sophrone Holbrook, Sis Hubbard Creeping, ere tbe world be sleeping, Mose?" Eph asked, tenderly. "Tell said Santa Claus "I brought you a years old Mose, who was not bright, an' Marthy Sawyer. Marthy's Shadows drear me, please do," he begged, still with sled, didn't I?" brother Increase wanted her to ride just ten and last but not least, Mehitable. Cross the year. his arms around Mose. "Yes, and you brought Otis one, on his sled, but Marthy allowed that The latter was only eight "I will, I will," shouted Mose, rising Dying, dying is the yearOld too," replied Joel "mine was red and a red sled was her choice every time. to his feet. "They never touched the months old, but she ruled the family earth, do you care, had 'Yankee Doodle' painted in black 'I don't see how I'm goin' to hold on,' For the child, now tired and sad, bread traynever even looked at it letters on the side Otis' was black, and we all loved her sweet tyranny. said Marthy 'seems as if I would hev Once so glad and fair? oh, goody! goody! Eph, get the bread and had 'Snow Queen' in gilt letters." my hands full keepin' my things from No queen upon her throne could have Dying, while the winds are sighing tray. Mehitable is in it." "I remember those sleds distinctly,' blowm' away.' Don't "worry about Drifts of gnow been more loved or admired. We considered A minute later the bread tray was said Santa Claus, "for I made them your-stlf, Marthy,' sez I, 'for'if you'll Hide graves below. her the most beautiful baby in at mother's feet. In it a little head especially for you boys." look after your things I kind o' caFc'late Dying, dying is the year nestled on its pillow, and a little hand the world, with her dimpled cheeks as "You set the sleds up against the I'll manage not to lose you on the -THE S Fare-thee-well to night. rubbed a sleepy face, and then two wall," continued Joel, "and then you way.' Dear Marthyseems as if I delicate in hue as the fairest rose You have brought us smiles and tears, BEST TONIC. blue eyes opened and a rosy mouth filled the stockin's." could see you now, with your tangled Shadows and the light petal, with eyes as blue as the loveliest smiled up into our longing, loving, relieved "There were six of 'em, as I recol- hair a-blowin' in the wind, your eyes Fading, while the dusk is shading This rasdMn, combining iron with pore summer skies, and little short rings faces. Mother caught ht Stars of light lect," said Santa Claus. all bright an' sparkling,' an' your vegetable to lies, quickly and complete!?' up in a transport of joy, kissed From our sight. Cures Dyppf prfu Indigestion, W 1 ahm. of gold, covering her round head. "Let me see," said Joel. "There cheeks as red as apples. Seems, too, Impure Blaev, Malaria,G'hilLi 4 Vv her rapturously and then passed was mine, and Otis', and Elvira's and aa&Nenralfcia. as if I could hear you laughin' an' No one manifested more love for the Dying, dying is the year It is an unwillc* remedy for Diseases of tb* her to father. She then took Mose in Thankful's, and Susan Prickett'sSusan callen.' jist as you did as I toiled up Dreams we must forget, Kidney* anil Liver. baby than poor Mose. Mother trusted her arms, kissed him over and. over, was our help, you know. No, the old New England hill that Chris'mas It is invaluable for Diseases peculiar to Buried are the hopes it brought, him with the care of her v,ith perfect laughing and crying over him until he Women, and all who lead sedentary lrrea. tj^ere were only five, and, as I remember, Buried each regret mornin'a-callin' 'Joel, Joel, Joelain't It does not uijare the teeth, cause he*dache, smilednot the old tiresome, stereo Sleeping, waking, smiling, weeping confidence. For poor Mose, who they were the biggest we could ye ever comin', Joel?' But produce onstipation Iron medicntt* do. typed smile either, but one with intelligence All the sad, Iteuriciesand purifies tbe blood,stimulate* beg or boner of Aunt Dorcas, who the hill is long an' steep, Marthy, an' went about with a perpetual smile on the appetite, aids the assimilation of food, relieves All the glad. in it. weighed nigh onto 200 pounds. Otis Joel ain't the boy he used to be he's lie.utr-orn and P- hmg, and ^trength^ his thin, homely face, was invariably Of course you want to know how ens the muscles and nerves. and I didn't like Susan Prickett, and old an' gray, an' feeble, but there's Dying, dying is the year gentle, and cared for the "little queen" For Iatsrmittent Fever* Lassitna,Lack08- Mehitable ever got into the bread, Comes the new to-night. "ve were hopin'you'd put a cold potato love an' faith in his heart, an' they equn1 Energry. 5 it has no as tenderly as if she was some rare tray poor, dear Mose told us brokenly Child of li,ht, with wings of gold, in her stockin'." kind o' keep hm totterin' towards the 'ihe genuine as si ove trade mark an* Shadowless and bright but with great earnestness. The baby' bric-a-brac that a rough shake would "But Susan was a good girl," remonstrated crossed red knits on rapier. Take no other. voice he hears a-callin' Joel, Joel, Jo- Flinging clouds of joy swift winging had been crying pitifully, although he PwsM!^&y Batt'fKOM ji ii ro .r'^-roRi.MB, Santa Claus. "You el!'" utterly demolish. TUTT O'er the past had walked with her until ready ta know I put cold potatoes in the stockin's "I knowI see it all," murmured Fading fast. Those were troublous times, then, drop with fatijue. Going outside the of boys and girls only who are Santa Claus, very softly. door a minute, to see it mother and away back over a hundred years ago, Dying, dying is the year bad and don't believe in Santa Claus." "Oh, that was long ago," sighed Let the sorrow die, father were coming, he had heard an "At any rate," said Joel, "you filled and though we had as much fun then Joel "so very long ago! And I've Bells ring out the sad, I fancy. Indian war-whoop. He was terrible all the stockin's with candy and popcorn had no Chris'mas sinceonly once, in our way as boys do nowadays we Winds forget to sigh. frightened, but soon recalled what and nuts and raisins, and I can when our little oneMarthy's an' Sorrow, reign you not to-morrow, had moreexcitementof acertain kind fen' mother had told him about God always remember you said you were afraid HSB mineyou remember him, Santa When the year an anxious, blood-curdling kind, that watching His children and listening you'd run out of pop-corn balls before New -born is here. Claus?" to their prayers. He prayed often made our hearts beat like triphammers 25 YEARS IN USE, you got around. Then you left "Yes," said Santa Claus, "a toddling then as he ran in and barred the each of us a book. Elvira got the little boy with blue eyes while our hands grasped A Talk With Santa Clans. The Oraatert Medical Triumph of the Agtf 'door, and God must have answered best one, which "The Garland of "Like his mother," interrupted Joel our muskets. his prayer, giving him some wise SYMPTOMS OF A Frien'ship,' and had poems in it "an' he was like to her, tooso gentle thoughts. The day before Christmas was a about the bleeding of hearts, and so an' lovin', only we called him Joel, TORPID LIVER. One Christmas eve Joel Baker was First.he gave the baby some quieting forth. Father wasn't expecting anything, busy one in our log-cabin. The big for that was my father's name, and it in a most unhappy mood. He was dropsas he had seen mother do at bat you left him a new pair of kind o' run in the fam'ly. He wa'n't fire-place glowed, and the hugh iron L.oaa of appetite, Bowela coativ o, Paini J* certain necessary times. Then he 'onesome and miserable the chimes mittens and mother got a new fur more'n 3 years old when you came the Lead, %vit!i a dull eas&.tian a thoback kettles sputtered away as they cooked walked around with her until she was part, Pain under the shoulderblade boa to wear to meetin'." with your Chris'mas presents for him, making merry Christmas music outside Fullaen after oating, with adia~ savory messes lor the morrow's asleep, praying to know where to hide "Of course," said Santa Claus "I Santa Claus, We had told him about ncliaatioa to exertion of body oraniad disturbed rather than soothed her bafely should the Indians come. dinner. Eph and I picked chickens never forgot father and mother." Irritability of temper, Low spirit -with you, and he used to go to the chimney him the jingle of the sleigh-bells fretted a feelincofhafinffneglected iomadsty. He thought of the empty bread-tray "Well, it was as much as I could do and ducks, while mother baked huge every night and make a little prayer Weariness, Dizzinoaa, Fluttering at tfaa and, though it was so heavy that it him, and the shrill whistling of to lay still," continued Joel, "for I'd about what he wanted you to bring Heart, Dots befo re tbo eyos, QeadacSts loaves of white and brown bread, requiied great effort to lift it up to over the right eye, Restlessness, wit lt been longin' for a sled an' the sight of him. And you brought em' tooa the wind around the corners of the doughnuts and pumpkin pies, Mose, fitful dreims. Highly colored Frlaa, and the top cupboard shelf, he finally" put that red sled with "Yankee Doodle' stick-horse, an' a picture-book, an' house and up and down the chimney CONSTIPATION. meanwhile, watching dear little Mehitable. it there, fixed it soft and nice inside, painted on it jest made me wild. But, some blocks, an' a drumthey're on seemed to grate harshly on his ears. TTJTT'S PlIiI are especially adapted and laid the baby in it. The little witch would persist somehow or other. I began to get the shelf in the closet there, and his to such cases, ono doso effects such & "Then," said Mose, "I thoucht of "Humph/'said Joel,wearily, "Christmas powerful sleepy all at once and I little Chris'mas stockin' with 'emI've in creeping toward the andirons on an ehang of feeling to astonish the rniffercv The} Increase tlie A ppetite,and cans* th that verse mothei taught me, 'God is couldn't keep my eyes open. The next saved 'em all, an' I've taken 'em is nothin' to me there was a exploring expedition, to get a nearer body tr Take Kln! thin the system ie our refuge.' He must be my refuge, nourished, Kmi Vytlnlr Tonic Action on thing I knew Otis wasnudgin' me in the down an' held'em in my hands, oh, so time'when it meant a great deal, but view of the si/zling tea kettle or of our the liKC6ti OrKnus,l{r^ul sr Stools ere. 'cause I'm a poor little know-nothing i a **t.,K.\ ribs. 'Git up, Joel,' says he 'its many times!" prorhic (i P-lja1880 4 that was long agofifty years is a pails of hot water in which we dipped boy, and somehow, some oneit Chris'mas an' Santa Claus has been "But when I came again, "said Santa must have been Godwhispered, 'Fix long stretch to look back over. There our chucks, or in attempting other here.' 'Merry Chris'mas' Merry Chris'- Claus GRAY HAIK or WHIMWET.S changed to a up the victuald 3 our mother's ma&!' we cried as we tumbled out of GLOSST BLACK by a single application o? is nothin' Christmas, now, nothin' "His little bed was empty, an' I was venturesome journeys. Poor Mose, thin DTK. It imparts a natural color, act--) been baiting for Christmas and o' bed. Then Elvira an'Thankful came instantaneously. Sold by Druggists, o~ alone. It killed his motherMarthy for me at least it is so long since Santa how patient he wa.vhow untiring' unbar the door and hide somewhere sent by express on receipt of in, not more'n half-dressed, and was so tender-hearted she kind o' In the middle of the afternoon, Claus remembered me that I venture Office. 4 4 Murray St., fJovv Yorfc then if the savages come, they'll Susan came in. too, an' we just drooped an' pined after that. So now mother said^ "Nov/, boys, take the think the folks is gone and they'll carry to say he has forgotten that made Rome howl with 'Merry Chris'mas" they've been asleep side by side in the basket of provisions to old Eben Barter's. off all the good things and won't to each other. 'Et you children PARKER'S ^1 there ever was such a person as Joel buryin'-ground these thirty years. You must hurry, too, so that tout Mehitable.' So I put all the don't make less noise in there,' cried "That's why I'm so sad like whenever Baker in all the world. It used to be you can gat back before night." ^5^j HAIR BALSAM loaves of bread on an undersheif. and father, 'I'll hejr to send you all back Chris'mas comes," said Joel, after We did hurry, but such a basket, different Santa Claus used to think a the pies above them and the chickens 5MF.^B!ij$| the popular favorite for dressing to bed'' The idea of a,skm' boys an' a pause. "The thmkin' of long aso packed full to the brim, with bread, the hair, Restoring the color great deal of me when I was a boy. above them. My! what a show they girls to keep quite on Chris'mas makes me bitter almost. It's so different cakes, roast chicken, spare-rib, and when gray ,and preventing Dandruff. did make and then I heard a yelling Ah! Christmas nowadays ain't what mornin' when they've got new sleds It cleanses the scalp, now from what it used to be." who knows what else' Didn't our arms not far off, and I hid in the old hair stops the hair falling, and is an' 'Garlands of Frien'ship'!" it was in tiie good old timeno, not "No, Joel, oh, no," said Santa Claus. ache when, at last, after wading sure tc olease 50c and $1. sizes at Druggists, trunk that has the big hole in it. I WB&EBgfcffiBmm through snow-drifts and climbing over "'Tis the same world, and human Santa Claus chuckled his rosy what it used to be." wasn't a minute too quick. Was I ice-barriers, we reached the little hut nature is the same and always will cheeks fairly beamed with joy. white as snow? Was I stiff as marble? Joel was absorbed in his distressing of Eben Ilarter and delivered up our be. But Christmas is for the little "Otis an' I didn't want any break- The Best bough Care you can use I thought so when those shrieking, burden! Eben Harter was an old thoughts he became aware very folks, and you, who are old and griz fast," said Joel. "We made up our horrible Indians, three of them, and the best known preventive of Consumption. man, so helpless that it was with difficulty zled now, must know it and love it minds that a stockin'ful of candy suddenly that somebody was entering PARKFK'S TONIC kept in a home is a sentinel to came bounding in the door. They that he could hobblo around his keep sickness out. Used disci ectly it keeps the only through the gladness it brings and pop-corn an' raisms would stay or trying to enter the room. First had knives and tomahawks and brandished blood pure and the Stomach, Liver and Kidneys onesuiall'cabin room. The other members the little ones." us for awhile. I do believe there in working order. Coughs and Colds vanish before came a draft of cold air, then a scraping, them wildly, but all of a sudden of the family were his feeble, aged "True," groaned Joel "but how wasn't buckwheat cakes enough in the it. It builds up the health. one of them said with a grunt, grating sound, then a strange If you suffer from Debility, Skin Eruptions, wife and a young granddaughter. may I know and feel this gladness township to keep us indoors that Cough, Asthma, Dyspepsia, Kidney, Urinary or 'Fam all gone.' Then another said, "Your folks are so kind, and you shuffling, and thenyes, then, all at when I have no little stocking hanging mornin' buckwheat cakes don't size Female Complaints, or any disorder of the Lungs, spying the good things 'Kis' mas dinner. boys so good to come to us through Stomach, Bowels, Blood er Nerves, don't wait in my chimney cornerno child to once, Joel saw a pair of fat legs and a up much 'lon^side of a red sled with Kis'mas dinner, hi' hi! and they filled till you are sick in bed, but use PARKER'S TONIC the stinging cold that 'twould be please me with his prattle? See, I am 'Yankee Doodle' painted onto it and fatter body dangle down the to-day it wdl give you new life and vigor. still a bag full to the brim with our Christmas selfish to ask more, but" alone." HISCOX & CO., N Y. a black sled named 'Snow Queen.' chimney, followed presently by a long, provisions. Then they went out "What is it, Mrs. Harter?" asked Sold by Druggists. Large saving buying $1 sue "No, you're not alone, Joel," said We didn't care how cold it wasso white beard, above which appeared a and made a great noise aroiand the Eph, quickly. "If there's anything Santa Claus. "There are children in much the better for slidin' down hill! jolly red nose and two bright twinkling house, and by-and-by all was still. I we can do for you, we'll do it.*' this great city who would love and All the boys had new sledsLafe eyes, while over the head and smelled smoke and crept out of the "Bless your dear heart!" was the bless you for your goodness if you but Dawson, Bill Holbrook, Gum Adams, forehead was drawn a fur cap, white trunk. I knew Mehitable was safe, fervent response, "I feel dreadful fearsome touch their hearts. Make them happy, Rube Playford, Leander Merrick, with snowflakes. 'cause 1 had seen through the hole ot to-night, somehow s'pose on Joel send by me this night some Ez ra Purpleall on 'e had new "Ha, ha," chuckled the fat, jolly the trunk that no one disturbed her account of the doin's of them savages 1,000 A8ENTS, MH km W0BE8, gift to the little boy in the old house sleds excep' Martin Peavey, and he stranger, emerging from the chimney so I opened the door softly and crept at the corner. 'Twould be somethin' yonderhe is poor and sick a simple said he calculated Santa Claus had fret"U?IK6TBUTKS^drHH^-.book-JustpnbUsWwneyentirelSGOUGH'.BNJOHr and standing well to one side of the out. There wasn't an Indian in sight, Fo to be forever grateful for if we could toy will fill his Christmas with glad- skipped him this year 'cause his father hearthstone ha, ha. they don't have but the cabin had been fired and the have oneiof\you stout lads here all ness." had broke his leg haulm' logs the big, wide chimneys they used to flames were slowly setting fire to the night." A perfect treasury of (rood things a Banes oflilFBPICTTJRE3 from the Pelham woods and been kep' "His little sister, too, take her build,but they can't keep Santa Claus painted as only lower logs. I put'em out, though, I "We'll get mother's consent, then," indoors six weeks. But Martin had JOHN S GOUGH some present," said Joel "make them outno, they can't keep Santa Claus put'em out," cried Mose, .delightedly. Eph said, and in another minute we his ol' sled, and he didn't hev to ask happy for me, Santa Clausyou are out! Ha, ha.iia. Though tne chimney Our Christmas dinner was only some were on cmv way homeward. Mother any odds of any of us, neither." rightmake them happy for me." can paint them. IE KTTCS, la permanent were no bigger than a gas pipe fried bacon and roasted potatoes with willingly gave permission, so we trudged lorm.his best tr.uDgBU.Mt How sweetly Joel slept! When he "I brought Martin a sled the next Santa Clans would slide down it!" most stirring annticm, tojratbes back t the Harter's, carrying apples hot pancakes and baked apples, but with manifold pel Mncca and personal awoke the sunlight streamed in Christmas," said Santa Claus! It didn't require a second glance to reminiucencis never before and corn which we roasted and the rich sauce of joy and gratitude that through the window and seemed to published. Tne ten.eru 8s of "Like's not but did you ever slide assure Joel that the newcomer was p' thos and the sp'cs ot his hnmw popned while the old man told stories went with it made it a delicious banquet. bid him a merry Christmas. How are qui to irresistible. Am*rnuV down hill, Santa Claus? I don't mean indeed Santa Claus. Joel knew the of our childhood. In the morning we cent lioyal Ooti-.o V'olum*. eeatamlng contented and happy Joel felt! It such hills as they hev out here in this nearlv 700 pages aad flf good old saintoh, yesand he had hurried homeward, wondering if there Superb Sncravingi must have been the talk with Santa new country, but one of them oldfashioned seen him once before, and although were any gifts for us but when we Claus that did it all he had never The Weddinj "Wave. New England hills that was W XihlW in-?, KiWUIgent canvassers that was when Joel was a little boy, reached the place where there had to nipnly this b(A ta ta* known a sweecer sense of peace. A made 'specially for boys to slide down he had never forgotten how Santa teas of thousands who arswalUna been a little iiinused hut half-way between Baltimore American. little girl came out of the house over for it No competition, and it is now out ioHing all ota* full of bumpers an' thank-ye-marms, Claus looked. the Barters' and our house, all rslOtol. Hinbitcrs, Editors, Cntica, etc,giveittiil Cold wave s, storm waves, heat the way. She had a new doll in her unqualified endorsement and wish it Godspeed. Agtmtak and about ten times longer comin' up Nor had Santa Claus foreotten Joel, thouqhts of giftswas lost in fear, for waves sweep across the continent, and mov yeur tim* to wuJtt tnouy, and at the inn tuna rnnWi arms, and she sang a merry little than it is goin' down! The wind blew (AervHfAly firt-da teak EXOIIHITO territory aad Twy although Joel thought he had for now only the ashes remained of the hut. can be foretold by the weather bureau, Special Term* given. Send for large illustrated rircaJMiteontainingr song and she laughed with joy as in our faces and almos' took our Santa Claus looked kindly at Joel full particulars. Address A. O. KETTXA "O, Eph, the Indians must have SON A 00.. Puba., 87 N. Clark St.. a&Jcaeo,IlL she skipped along the street. Ay, but there are other sorts of waves breath away. 'Merry Chris'mas to ye, and smiled and said: "Merry Christmas been here. Shoeing they're been to and at the window sat the little sick that cannot be predicted. The suicide little boys!' it seemed to say, and it to you, Joel!" NEW 60DDSI LOWEST PRICES our house." boy, and the toy Santa Claus left him untied our mufflers an' whirled the wave sometimes passes across the "Thank you, old Santa Claus." replied Eph's face blanched, but.he said rea&uringly, seemed to have brought him strength snow in our faces, just as if it was a Joel "but I don't believe it's country, and the papers are filled "If sthey've been there father's and health, for his eyes sparkled and ~"n ______ boy, too, an' wanted to play goin' to be a very merry Christmas. managed them." with stories of strange and tearful his cheeks glowed, and it was plain to Henry J. Ludsrs, with us. An ol' crow came flappin' It's been so long since I've had a merry We raced on toward home, upon suicides. Sometimes a murder wave see that his heart was full of happiness. over us from the cornfield beyond Christmas that I don't believe I'd reaching which, 'father said, in a voice -seems to fill men's minds with fierce the meadow. He said: 'Caw, caw,' know how to act if I had one." heavy with emotion, "Mehitable's and bloody purposes. There are also And, oh! how the chimes did ring when he saw my new sled I s'pose "Let's see," said Santa Claus: "it Dealer inDRY gone." (bankruptcy waves, skating-rink waves, out, and how joyfully they sang their he'd never seen a red one before. Otis must be going on fifty years since I "My baby's fcfflea.'^sdbbed.mother. GOODS, Christmas carol that morning! They had a hard time with his sledthe defaulting-cashier waves, private saw you lastyes, you were 8 years Mose lifted his terrified eyes to our sang of Bethlehem and the manger and black onean' he wondered why it old the last time I slipped down the theatrical waves, religious-revival faces, his hands working convulsively. GROCERIES, the Babe, they sang of love and charity, wouldn't go as fast as mine would. Dhimney of the old homestead and wavesand many other curious things "Tell us, quick, what do you mean?" till all the Christmas air seemed Hev you scraped the paint off'n the filled your stocking. Do you remember begged Eph, dropping on his knees beside the same sort. NOTIONS, ETC. full of voices: the runners?' asked Wralsey Goodnow. it?" mother. a ibroken words mother But the best of these is the wedding "Course I hev,' said Otis Carol ol the Christmas mornCarol "I remember it well," answered Joel told us the haiirowing.tale,,how she Kiealiug'i Block, wave. When it comes people want to 'broke my own knife an' Lute Ingraham's of the Christ-child bornCarol "I had made up my mind to lie awake and father had been tcalled away in get married. The barometic pressure a-doin' it, but it don't seem to to the list'ning sky and see Santa Claus I'd heard tell of flEWULM, MUSH. the night to go iTJncle Hiram's, this remarkable aerial indulation make no dif'rencethe darned ol' Till it echoes back again you, but I'd never seen you, and whom they thought dying. There seems to take timidity out of the bashful, "Glory be to God on high, thing won't go!' Then, what did Simon brother Otis and 1 concluded we.d lie vlwasj no other way but to leave Mehitable and fill him with marital confidence. Peace on earth, good willtow'rd men." Buzzell say but that, like's not, awake and watch tor you to come." Mose'e care, swad so they did, He speaks right out, and is So all this musicthe carol of the it was because Otis' sled's name was Santa Claus shook his head reproachfully. with /many injunctions to "let EOacceptedfor the female heart is also chimes, the sound of children's voices, 'Snow Queen.' 'Never did see a girl .harjacome to the pmocious baby." At under the influence of the same atmospheric the smile of the poor little boy over sled that was worth a cent, anyway,' "That swas verythat wrong," said he, ifour o'clock, Uncle Hiram being considered/u 4*for I' scare if I' known and electric conditions. Old fellows the wayall this sweet music crept sez Simon. Well, now, that jest about of danger, ,our folks had into Joel's heart that Christmas morning that everybody thought had broke Otis up in business. 'It ain't a you boys were awake I,d never have returned. When they aw the ruins yes, and with these sweet, holy abanSoned hope suddenly yield to the girl sled,' sez he, 'and its name ain't come down the chimney at all, and iOf the ol cabin they wec greatly distressed, influences came others so subtle and meteorological impulses, and "go in." Snow Queen! I'm a'goin' to call it *hen you'd have had no presents." and upon reaebiaag home they divine that in the silent communion Men of limited incomes suddenly feel u,But Otis couldn't keep awake," explained Dan'l Webster, or Ol'ver Optic, or found thask an attempt had been anade with them Joel's heart cried out amen able to.support wife. Men of retiring Sheriff Bobbins, or after some other Joel. "We talked about verythin' itojire that. Mose's greeting to hem and amen to the glory of the Christmas habits feel the need of companionship. big manP An' the boys plagued him we could think of, till father called time.Eugene Field. was, "they aiever touched the bEeadrtray-never Hovers "feel the harm of steadfast so much about that pesky girl sled out to us that if we didn't stop even looked .at it, .oh, anchorage and Insane life. When the that he scratched off the name, an,' talking he'd have to send one of us goody! goodj-1" \wawe comes, nobody can resist his destiny. as I remember, it did go better after A few days ago the great Irish brewing up into the attic to sleep with the hired "Where is the baby?" mother asked The newspapers are peppered that! firm of Guinness, Son & Co., made man. So in less than five minutes Ixsit there ws no answer, only tfce with weddiog annomaeements, as thick "About the only thing," continued Otis -was sound asleep and no pinching public their intention of turning the ame silly jargon, "they never touched as thoy are with coasting accidents Joel, "that marred the harmony of could wake him up. But I was firm into a stock company, and invited the bread-traynever even looked .at the day after a big sleet, or of gunpowder the occasion, as the editor of the bound to see Santa Claus and I don't subscriptions for stock to the it' oh, goody' gaody!" aecidente of the da after the Hampshire County Phoenix used to believe anything wculd've put me to amount of $30,000,000. The result "Where is the baby, Mose?" mother Fourth of Juljr- 3ay, was the ashes that Deacon Morris sleep. I beard the big clock in the sitting-room asked again. was a tremendous crush of investors Frisbie sprinkled out in front of his strike 11, and I had begun "Never touched the bread -trayoh, around the office of Baring Bros., the The -elevated roads dt New York house. He said he wasn't going to wonderm' if you never were going to goody! goody!" London banking fiim which took have a capacity for handlia&g 700,000 have folks bieakin' their necks just come, when all of a sudden I heard the "I thought until tfais morning that passengers a day, but their greatest charge of the subscriptions, and the on account of a lot of frivolous boys tinkle of the bells around your reindeers' the boy had some feeling, it he had no business for any single day was on total "amount of capital offered has that was goin' to the gallows as fas' necks. Then I heard the reindeers sense," said I, rather feotly. "Oh. if June 6 last, when 557,114 passengers exceeded $600,000,000. These almost as they could! Oh, how we hated him! prancin' the roof and the the Indians had only (uaken him inettead were carried. Sinre they were opened incredible figures not only show and we'd 've snowballed him, too, if sound of your sleigh-runners cuttin' of Mehitable!" in October, 1872, the roads have carried SO what an enormous amount of money we hadn't been afraid of the Constable through the crust And sJippin' over Over Mose's terrified face ihere crept an aggregate of 693,000,000 passengers, in seeking investment in England, but that lived next door. But the ashes the shingles. I was kind o' scared and a look of unutterable grief, ^wid Eph only one of whom w*as killed, tell more eloquently than any words didn't bother us much, and every time I covered my head up with the sheet looked at father with a world ofrejprpQ/ and the total receipts to October 1, the story of the great boom in the we slid side saddle we'd give the ashed and quiltsonly I left a little hole so in his dear, brave eyes, AS he 1886, was over $48,500,000. I could peek out and see what was a kick, and t^at sort o' scattered'em." brewing business, Bast inIhoWttU. jw.^JW mmk