Democratic Press, Volume 1, Number 10, Decatur, Adams County, 20 December 1894 — Page 11

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TO THE OLD YEAR. Good-by, Old Year; While others ring The New Year In, and loudly «!ng Os what delight and peace ’twill bring. Ere the last tolling of the bell To the world soundeth thy death-knell I bid thee now a fond farewell— Good-by, Old Year! Good-by, Old Year! While others raise To thy successor hymns of praise, I’ll thank thee for the by-gone days. Many a blessing hast thou brought, Many a sacred truth hast taught; Fruitful changes have been wrought By thee. Old Year! Good-by, Old Year! Should I alone Remember thee when thou art gone, I’ll thank thee for the good thou’st done. The world forgets the absent friend; To each new-comer doth it bend. And casts It off when near the end. Like thee, Old Year! Good-by, Old Year! Dost thou forget How men wit > joy thy advent met ? That praise the New Year hath; but yet. When once again Its reign Is o’er, The world it may be. as before, Will ieave n.e to say once more. Good-by. Old Year! •-Harper’s Young People. CH RISTM aFfal RTES. ACK was the dearest» roundest, rosi- < 1 .J, etest little lad imagfy 81 * na^e - was p * cture a PP. boyhood that afterT > / noon, three days be- - {0 r e Christmas, ■ Dußmh w^en ’ * n ki s smart 1 ’’ coa *’ L“iuimed in the ’ tary fashion with ■I I bands of Persian ,amb an( * black frogs, and his jaunty cap set on fair hair, and his fat Went iutu the park with his sled for a romp. He ran and shouted and pranced until his eyes glowed like stars and his checks shown like apples, and everybody haij'ls protected by fur-trimmed gloves he who saw him said: “What a handsome boy!” Jack, of course, was looking forward to Christmas, just as every boy and girl who reads this is looking forward to that day of all days. He expected to have all sorts of fine things in his stocking, and with very good reason, for Santa (Maus had never neglected him. Jack’s father was rich. Grandmamma, who was richer. ;\ as coming to spend the holidays, and Santa Claus had been telephoned on the subject of skates, drums, swords, guns, and sweetmeats, and there was every prospect that when he called a Jack’s home his sleigh would be very fui indeed. Jack was like all boys who have no brothers and sisters, a trifle selfish. But he was a manly, kind-hearted little chap for all that, and so, when he was through with his play t.nd was dragging his sled homeward and came upon a scene on a st reet-corner which aroused his sympathy. he paused to find out what it meant. A crowd of rough boys were tormenting a poorly clad little girl, whose wan. haggard face sj>oke too plainly of misery and poverty. She was frightened and almost crying as Jack came up. “Here, now!” said Jack.with sturdy determination, “you stop that or I’ll call a p’Ticeman.” Fortunately, at that moment, a bluecoated <•!! er came in sight, and the hoodlums fled with one wi!J departing yell. “Thank you.” said the little girl, timidly. “th- boys alius are picking on me.” “What’s your name?” asked Jack. “Susie Greene.” “Well. Susie.” said Jack, with an air of business, “you look cold and sick?’ “I ain’t very strong ” “And hungry.” continued Jack. Susie burst into w.re. That was enough for Jack. “Get right on my sled,” said he, determinedly. “and I’ll take you down to my house, and you’ll have something to eat.” Susie obeyed, and the officer saw with grim pleasure the young heir to Mr. NewA ■'t s® HE STOPPED TO COMPORT HER. ton’s millions dragging off the little waif to his home, a block away. “He <ro be a foine ehap, he do be,” remarked Policeman Mulvaney. Jack took Susie into the kitchen, and gave orders she should be fed forthwith. Then he hurried up to Lis mother’s room. She was there with his grandmother, and in a few words he told them about the little girl be had rescued. “She’s poor and hungry, and she's got no decent clothes. Mamma, can’t you fix her up?” Hi- mother looked at him a moment,

then asked, quietly: “Jack, would you rather have this little girl made comfortable or have a big Christmas yourself?" Jack hesitated. He thought of all those presents he was expecting; then he thought of Susie’s thin dress and bursting shoes. “You can take the money you were going to spend on my Christmas and fix her up,” he bravely said. Then his grandmamma, a stately old lady, in black satin and white lace cap, called him to her and kissed him, with tears in her eyes. • • • • « * « * Jack sat bolt upright in bed. and rubbed his eyes very hard. No, he was not asleep. There was the open fire, there his clothes on the chair, there the door into his mother’s room. It was Christmas Eve. Jack had not hung up his stocking, for be did not ex-

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It is Christmas iu the forest, where softly falling snow Seems to touch with benediction the waiting earth below. The long, slim fingers of the wind upon the barren trees

pect any presents. Susie had been warmly clothed and her wretched home had been brightened by the visit of Jack and his mother. The boy was satisfied. He had made his choice, and expected to abide by it. But, marvelous to relate, as he looked toward the fire, he saw a crowd of tiny people hurrying and fussing about cn the fur rug before the fire. Three or four had a miniature ladder which they were putting up against the side of the fire place. Several others had hold of one of Jack's long stockings. When the ladder w as in place, a little man. with elfish eyes and spider-like legs, climbed the ladder, dragging Jack’s stocking after him, aud hung it on a hook, and then coming down put his hands on his hips and surveyed his work with great satisfaction, “That’s what I call a good job,” he said “Now, hurry up. you folk, aud get your presents in there before St. Nicholas gels along.” Then fairy after fairy climbed the ladder, and put in his presents. There was a fat brownie, who brought a basket of nuts from the woods. “I have worked all day,” he said, “looking under hedges and dead leaves to gather these nuts for the boy who was kind to Susie.” A quaint little fairy in a curious foreign gown and cap approached. "I have come clear from the borders of the Black Forest in Germany," she said, “to bring this music-box for the boy who was not ashamed to look after a poor little girl.” There was quite a stir as a remarkable fairy approached. He was coppertinted and bad a feather stuck in his black hair, and he bore on his shoulder a beautiful bow and arrow. “From the lands of the setting sun I have come,” said be. "I am a Puckwudjie, an Indian fairy, but I wanted to bring an offering to the young paleface who has a good heart.” A merry little man in green climbed the ladder, hauling up a beautiful toy sword which he had brought from England for Jack. Then there followed one of the “good people” of Ireland with a drum which he had brought from the Emerald Isle. "Shure it's hurryin’ I must be after

doin’,” he cried, “to be back before daybreak.” In the midst of ail this excitement there came a pawing of tiny hoofs overhead and a jingling of bells, and a voice down the chimney cried, “Whoa!” very loudly. At this every fairy vanished abruptly. Bnt the stocking was left hanging there, and presently, with a scramble and rush. Town the chimney came the good Saint himself. Jack knew him directly from his pictures. He examined the stocking attentively. “So they’ve been here ahead of me!” he observed. "That’s a great idea! I never was left before. Well, no matter! There are a few things they’ve forgotten. Here are the skates, the games, the box of caramels, the books,” and as he talked

I Play Nature’s Allelulia in a multitude of j keys. i And bird and beast they wake alike to join a common note And swell the reverent carol which wells up from Nature's throat.

he piled the packages up on a table near the fireplace. Jack’ eyes were so heavy he couldn't hold them open. He shut them for an instant, and when he opened them again it was Christmas morning. He sprang from his bed and rushed to the fireplace. Yes, there hung his stocking full and running over, and the table near by was loaded with gifts. And, if you were to argue forever, you could never make Jack believe that there is no Santa Claus or such things as fairies. “I know better,” he says, with a deKE)-"' S' * H W*" JACK RUBBED HIS EYES. 1 cided shake of bis curly head, “I know better, for I've seen them.” A BEAR’S CHR STMAS GIFT. The Dude Was Not Warned by Words of Man or Growls of Beast, It was Christmas Eve in Moscow, and every one was busily preparing for the great festival of the next day, when a tall man, so muffled in a thick sheepskin frock that he might almost have been mistaken for a woolsack, came tramping over the crisp snow past the red, manyturreted wall of the Kremlin, leading after him by a chain a huge brown bear,

which plodded gravely at his heels without taking any notice of the admiring stares and pointing fingers of the countless groups that eddied carelessly to and fro through the “Krasnaya I’loshtchad” (Red Plain;. “Hello, brother,” cried a stout, redfaced, blue-frocked izvosbtehik (hackman), who was driving slowly past in search of a fare. “Where are you going with Meesha?" (i. e., Michael, the Rr sian nickname for a bear). “They're going to have him and me in a Christmas show at one of the big circuses," replied ths bear leader, "and to give us twelve rubies (nine dollars) a night. Not bad, eh?” “And by what name are you two going to appear in the bills?” asked a dandified young fellow in a smart new fur cap. “You’ll be ‘The Renowned Bear Brothers,' I suppose.” “That’s it, my lad,” said the beast tamer; “and as bears generally have a monkey to perform along with them, hadn't you better come and join qs?" The laugh was now turned against the jester, who, irritated by the retort, took off bis fur cap, and began to tease the bear by flipping him in the face with it. “You’d better stop at that game, my fine fellow,” said the bear's guardian, warningly. “Meesha’s a good-natured . reature enough in his way, but he don't understand being joked with by strangers, thougli he doesn’t mind it from me. He’s got teeth of his own, I can tell you; and if he makes one bite at you, I rather fancy you'll find your sum comes out wrong the next time you try to count on your fingers.” But the dude was not to be warned, either by the words of the man or the

There is worship in the woods, though the paths be yet untrod, When all the world goes joying at the birthday of its God. —Eve H. Brodlique.

low growls of the beast, and was continuing to plague the bear, when all at once the shaggy head was thrust forward, and the huge jaws opened and shut with a snap like the falling of a steel trap. The joker drew’ back his hand just in time to save it, but at the same moment he saw his fine new fur cap (which had cost him seven dollars) vanish like a pill into the bear's capacious mouth, amid a roar of laughter from the crowd. “Serves you right, young fellow,” said the bear tamer, with stern satisfaction. “You’ve made him a nice Christmas present, anyhow; and there’s no fear of yo\ir brains catching cold for want of it, for you don't seem to have any.” Under the Holly Bough, Ye who have scorned pnch ot’-ier, Or injured friend or brother, In the fast-fadinjr year; Ye who, by word or deed. Have made a kind heart bleed, Come gather here. Let sinned against and sinning Forget their strife’s beginning, And join In friendship now; Be links no longer broken. Be sweet forgiveness spoken Under the holly bough. Ye who have loved each other. Sister and friend and brother, In this fast-fading year; Mother and sire and child, Young man and maiden mild, Come gather here; And let your heart grow fonder As memory shall ponder Each past unbroken vow; Old loves and younger wooing Are sweet In the renewing Under the holly bough. Ye whn have nourished sadness Estranged from hope and gladness, In the fast-fading year; Ye with o’erburdened mind. Made aliens from your kind— Come gather here. Let not the useless sorrow Pursue you night and morrow; If e’er you hoped, hope now— Take heart, uncloud your faces. And join in our embraces Under the holly bough. A eat chicken makes a lean will

I A end a ngnt and ;:tne one, Tne* 6wd/6 like a vine; A ten 2, and a tenant and teiittee A-r.ood wiu> we CAG6Una»-«n:L>c, a eaten, ei»a a dear and giaa one, Uke ue txcjc-ncte iq tr.c Bpr.ngj a T-are, end « gey and tma one Tbet eteaU mene tne rafters ftca Be the teat of tta'arocers in it, T&e utn end tna lacsteins leap, AAd cc uti two ttee Wroat of a i:;teet • Tfiat dice to a reptere deep Then ire cheer, my maeters mery, A&d cheer, my bonny maica, 01 Oct tong** for We teei:y berry. Our icea ror tbe tniauetoe. tOw LONG AFORE HE KNOX/ED. Jes’ a little bit o’ feller—l remember •till— Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will. Fourth o’ July’s nothin’ to it!—New Year’s ain't a smell; Easter Sunday—Circus day—jes all dead in the shell! Lord, though! at night, you know, to set around and hear TLg old fd'ks work the story off about the sledge and deer. And “Santy’’ shootin’ ’round the roof, all wrapped in fur and fuzz— Long afore I knowed who “Santy Claus” wuz! Ust to wait, and set up late, a week or two ahead; Couldn’t hardly keep awake, nor wouldn’t go to bed; Kittle stewin’ on the flro and mother settln’ here Darnin’ socks, and rockin’ in the skreeky rockin’ cheer; Pap gap’, and wunder where it wus tht money went, And quar’l with his frosted heels, and spill his liniment; And me a dreamin’ sleighbells when the clock ’ud whirr and buzz. Long afore I knowed who ‘Santy Claus” wuz! Size the flreplace up, and Agger how “Old Santy” could Manage to come bown the chimbly, like they said he would; Wlsht that I could hi do and see him—wnn. dered what he’d say Es he ketched a feller layin’ fer him that away? But I bet on him, and liked him, same as If he had Turned to pat me on the back and say: “Look here, my lad. Here’s my pack—jes* he’p yourse’f, like ail good boys does!” Long afore I knowod who “Santy Claus" wuz! Wish that yarn was true about him, as it ’peared to be— Truth made out o’ lies like that un’s good enough fer me! Wisht I still wuz so confidin’, I could jes’ go wild Over hangin’ up my stockin’s like the little child Climbin’ In my lap to-night, and beggin’ me to tell ’Bout them reindeer, and “Old Santy” that she loves so well. I’m half sorry for this little girl sweetheart of his— Long afore She knows who “Santy Claus” is. —James Whitcomb Riley. A Merry Time. Tomdik—“Did you have a merry Christmas, Hojack?” Hojack—“Yes, indeed. Johnny killed the cat and smashed the parlor mirror before he had his new airgun an hour.” —Harper’s Bazar. “I don’t see any mistletoe in your Christmas decorations, Miss Marjorie,” said young Blifkins. “No; we went everywhere and couldn’t find any. but.” she added, brightly, “I told mamma that you wouldn’t need any.” lie didn’t. A Christmas Tragedy. THE PLOT. a. THE PLOTTER. PLOTTED. —J udge.

A WOMAN’S HEART. ONE DISEASE THAT BAFFLES THE PHYSICIAN. The Story of a Woman Who Suffered for Nine Years - How She Was Cured. (From the Newark, N. J., Evening News.) Valvular disease of the heart has always been considered incurable. The following interview . therefore will interest lhe medical profession, since it describes the am < essful use of a new treatment for this disease. The patient is Mrs. Geo. Archer, of Clifton. N. J., and this publication by the News is the first mention of the case made by any newspaper. All physicians consulted pronounced the patient suffering with valvular disease of the heart, and treated her without the slightest relief. Mrs. Archer said: “I could not walk across the floor; neither could I go up stairs without stopping to let the pain in my chest and left arm cease. 1 felt an awful constriction about my arm aud chest as though I were tied with ropes. Then there was a terrible noise at my right ear, like the labored breathing of some great animal. I have often turned expecting to see some creature at my side. “Last July,” continued Mrs. Archer, “I was at Springfield, Mass., visiting, and my mother showed me an account in the Springfield Examiner, telling of the wonderful cures effected by the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. My mother urged me to try the pills, and on November 25th last I bought a box and began taking them, and 1 have been tafe ing them ever since, except for a short interval. The first box did not seem to benefit me, but I persevered, encouraged by the requests of my relatives. After beginning on the second box, to my wonder, the noise at my right ear ceased entirely. I kept right on, and the distress that I used to feel in my chest and arm gradually disappeared. The blood has returned to my face,, lips and ears, which were entirely devoid of color, and I feel well and strong again. “My son. too, had been troubled with gastritis, and I induced him to try the Pink Pills, with great benefit. I feel that everybody ought to know of my wonderful cure, and I God that I have found something that has given me this great relief.” Dr. M illiams* Pink Pills are now given to the puld as an unfailing blood builder and nerve restorer, curing ail forms of weakness arising from e watery condition of the blood or shattered nerves, two fruitful causes of most every ill that flesh is heir to. These pills ate also a specific for the troubles peculiar to females, such as suppressions, all forms of weakness, chronic constipation, bearing tjown pains, etc., and in the case of nien will give speedy relief anil effect a permanent cure in all cases arising from mental worry, overwork, or excesses of whatever nature. The pills are sold by n!! dealers, or will be sent post paid on receipt of price, (50 cents a box, or (1 boxes for $2.50— they are never sold in bulk, or by the 100) by addressing Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y. A Stone Blotter. Astone blottingpad being introduced is made of a bibulous stone that is said to absorb ink more readily than any blotting paper in use. it is formed by compressing the sediment deposited by certain hot springs, whicu, having been accumulating forages, “is available in inexhaustible quantities.” It is highly porous, and will, it is said, take up a surprising quantity of ink, re jUiring only occasionnlly serauing with a knife to keep it clean and ready for use. Mrs. Cuthbert Bullitt, who made such a notable defense of Col. Breekinri.’ge. has sued for divorce because her husband does not measure up to her standard of what a virtuous husband should be. The pendulum has swung to the other extreme Send your full name and address to Dobbins’ Soap Mfg. Co.. Phiiada., Pa., by return mail, and get free of all east, a coupon worth several dollars, if used by you to its full advantage. Don’t delay. This is worthy attention. The pen enables ayo ng man to give his girl an inkling of his sentiments. A Hard Cough distresses the patient and racks both Lungs and Throat. Dr. D. Jayne’s Expectorant is the remedy wantial to cure your Cough, and relieve both the Pulmonary and Bronchial organs. The carpenter should never be out of doors long. I can recommend Piso’s Cure for Consumption to sufferers from Asthma.—E. D. Townsend, Ft. Howard, Wis., May 4. ’94. Be very slow to make acquaintance with a fast young man. Holiday Rates on the Nickle Plate Road are authorized Dec. 24th, 25th, 31st, and Jan. Ist, and good returning Jan. 2nd, 1895. Ask Agents. Nearly all Indian tales are hairraising.

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