Pike County Democrat, Volume 24, Number 32, Petersburg, Pike County, 22 December 1893 — Page 6

IK PAKVENUE and bab'es ono Christman night. When ’neath the snow the world lay still and white, To their soft downy

couches had retired IVjswk the sleep to which their eyes aspired. t?pon the mantel o'er the broad fireplace Athens hung of hose no solitary trace. Because Sir Parvenue that night at.tea Bad told the children, one and all, that ho Considered it outrageous form to bo To hang their stockings there. •• Beware, My boys and girls, of all that is not sure. Aid past all controversy de rigueur.“ Said he. “ \\ e have to be Quite circumspect in all our dady ways To do no thing but what this volume says.*1 And here Sir Par venue ro3c up to get A volume labelled “Blarney’s Etiquette: Mine Thousand Rules For People Somewhat * New. Tb Teach Them Things They, May and May Not Do " «T*e searched this little volume through and through, And don't find there That people who’re polito bang anywhere On Christmas Eve their hosiery; And hence I deem it but nropriety To let them lie just where they chance to be. And as the book likewise contains no bit About a Christmas tree, dispense with ,it Wo surely must." And so They all to bed that night did go. Now Santa Claus, it happened, chanoed to hoar The words oi Parvenue as rising clear Tp through the flues they cleft the atmosphere. __ •* Well, 1 declare," said he, “That is the worst I ever see!" And then he went his Christmas work about, Ai*l left Sir Parvenue and tribe entirely out, , Save for a little note dropped through the Hue* To Parvenue. -“Dear Mr. IV it said, ‘T much regret That Christmas must be run on etiquette. But, since you've chosen that this same must be. You’ll pardon me H I should seem your household to neglect v . With you so strict, 1 must be circumspect And since 1 ehaneo to have no evening dress, I cannot call this evening. M\%distress Is great but I must eke obey the laws Tliat you've set down. Yours truly, Santa Claus." 'The moral is. for those who choose to read, 'That they enjoy a monstrous little meed Of life's good things who think it well to mix Oar old-time joys with Mr. Blarney’s tricks Of etiquette, who doth some folks beguile To thinking Christmas hu3 gone out of style. —Carlyle Smith, in Harper's Bazar.

OME thirty years ago, there lived in the top story of a tenement house, in one of the poorest districts in New York city, a widow

named Mrs. Jones and her two children—twelve-year-old Tom and Dollie. who was not quite ten. Mrs. Jones worked from light to «tark, week in and week out, in a factory, nnd she got for her toil so little -Money that if it had not been for Tom's .blacking boots and selling papers I am afraid they would often have gone to bod in their one attic room cold and hungry. Whilo Mis. Jones was away at tho factory and Tom shining and shouting: —Here's yer full account of everything going! evening hextra! only five cents!” Dollie was ‘'keeping the' house tidy against blather and Tom came home.” It was wonderful to see how much this little deformed girl could do, for Dollie was a,hunchback, and I don’t beJiere she had ever known in all her life what it meant to be free from pain; yet, do ycu know, no one eversaw anything but a smile on the sweet, wan ■face, and the neighbors told Mrs. Jones that Dollie sang all day long, and that her songs were mostly about a “beautiful land” where want and sickness and sorrow never came. But while Dollie sang her hands were busy, and everything that could shine in that one room just had to do it. You could see your face in the kettle, andj the stove looked like those in the shops, it bad such a polish. There was not a sunbeam that forgot to come down to men in at the little housekeeper

through the small bright window panes; and Mrs. Rafferty, the old Irish woman who lived in the next room, said: “It is a cryin’ sin to kape boords under fut the like of them.” She meant, you know, the floor boards of Sirs. Jones' room. The only table the .Jones’ had was an ordinary kitchen vane, but its top was white as snow, and when it was not set for breakfast or supper Dollie always kept a spread on it. and what do you think she had for material? Just, common newspapers sewn together and the edges pinked out with a pair of scissors; and I must not forget to-tell you that Dollie had .to carry all the water for her cleaning op five long pairs of stairs, for the pump was down in the back yard, and . as Dollie was not strong she could only cany a very small quantity of water at one time. The day that>-I am going to tell you about was the one before Christmas. Jt was quite late in the afternoon; her work was all dono and Dollie sat by the window looking out It was very autertaining to watch the people in the street so far below her to-day, for most of them carried bundles, and Dollio could guess by the shapes of mate of the biggest parcels what might be hidden under th« brown nsoer coverings.

I She was glad to think how happy all I the children would be when they woke | up in the morning and found such beautiful gifts close beside their pil- ! lows: and just then a man came along I carrying a fir tree in his arms. How lovely and green it looked! How beautiful it would be when lights were | shining all over it and dolls and drums, i boxes of sweets and gingerbread toys j were hanging from its branches! How | Dollie did wish that she could have a I Christinas tree, even if it was only just | a tiny little one. and as she wished an I idea came into Dollie’s golden head. What do you suppose it was? 1 am afraid you would never guess, so 1 will i tell you. She thought: . “Why, there is my old broom! Just the very thing!” : Then she got up from her seat and went back of the calico curtain that divided the bedroom from the kitchen and soon came back, first with a chair that had a very holey cane seat, and next with a broom, if such a stump of a thing can still use the name. She put the broom handle through one of the smallest holes in the chair and made, it firm by tying strings, first round the handle and then about each of the chair's four legs, and when it “did not; wobble a bit and stood up straight, like the cigar man's wooden Indian round the corner,” Dollie clapped her hands for joy and thought her tree something really worth hav

tng. She had only one thing to tie on it, an^ythut was Ruth, her dear doll., To be sure Ruth was not much to look at; her nose was broken; she had no hair only one eye, and her arms and leg were made (by Dollie) out of white cotton cloth. If Ruth could have spoken she would have told you that when she was new she had really considered herself a lovely doll, and it could not have been sim ply her opinion, since the shopman who owned her sold her to a gentleman for five dollars. Ruth’s first little mother was not very fond of her dollie children after she had owned them a little while, and poor Ruth was tossed about in all sorts of unpleasant ways, until one day the nurse swept her up with the play room dust and carried her down in a coal scuttle to the ash barrel and threw her in. , The barrel was quite full, so Ruth lay on the very top of it, and who should happen to come along but a very little girl with a pair of heavy crooked shoulders. She stood on tiptoe and looked so longingly at Ruth that a big policeman who was passing by stopped and asked her if she was looking for anything? “I was wishing so much, sir,” said the little girl, "that I might have that doll, but I suppose it belongs to the ash man.” The big policeman just lifted the little girl up and told her to take the doll and welcome, and he would like to see the ash man or any other man that would take it from her. And so Ruth found a second mother in Dollie Jones. Such a beautiful life as she and Dollie had lived for the last five years. Ruth probably knew more about Dollie than anybody else in the world, for she was Dollie’s only companion through all the six days of every week. And now Dollie proposed to hpnor her broom tree by hanging Ruth on it. She had just gotten Ruth comfortably suspended by the waist when she re

thought him a cross sort of a man, but Dollie said: ‘•Please, Hans, S should like to kiss you,” and looked up into his face with such a joyous smile that tears came into the big Dutchman's eyes as he bent down and touched Dollie’s fore* head with his lips as tenderly and reverently “as if (as he told somebody) Tollie had been a saind in a church.” But W told Dollie “to run home gwick outen de gold und vix her dree, already.” Eeally, you would be surprised to see how it improves a broom stump to be dressed up with colored candles, a pop-corn ball, a stick of peppermint candy, an apple, and an old doll. Dollie decided that when it was lit up she would have to ask in the neighbors, as it would be too selfish to enjoy such a pretty sight all to themselves. And just as she was thinking this she heard Tom’s whistle. Tom always.whistled Yankee Doodle when he came home at night, but it seemed to Dollie that he was rather blowing the'tune than whistlipg it this evening. It sounded something like this: “Whew—whew—whew—whew—whey—whew— whew— Whew—whew—whew—whew—weuo hooo eu woo,” and then he would stop a miuute as if he were taking afrest before ho started

again. ) At last he mounted the fifth pair of stairs and finally he opened the room door, and there he stopped all cut of breath, and beside him a market basket just as full of fat brown paper parcels as it could be. /And when they had got it into the ro0m and had unrolled everything and wondered over each separate article, Tom told Dollie this: It had been a bad day for trade, and as the afternoon wore on Tom was beginning to feel that he should have to come home without a cent, when a gentleman came along, stopped, looked at Tom, and then put his foot on Tom’s bos. Tom was glad, so glad, that a tear fell right out of his eye on a “shined” part of the gentleman's boot. Tom brushed it in awful quick time, he said, but the gentleman must have seen it, for Tom “felt such a kind pat on his shoulder.” Whpn the boots weft done the gentleman asked Tom how much it was, and Tom said on Christmas Eve the boys asked twelve cents, but he was such a little fellow, and not, over strong, and he guessed his shine wasn’t worth more than eight cents. The gentleman took out a silver dollar and handed it to Tom, and Tom said if the gentleman would stay by his kit, he would run ana get the change, but the gentleman said: “Why, my boy, the dollar is yours!” “And,”,said Tom, “he said softly like: ‘A glad Christmas to you in the Christ Child’s name.’ I felt,” said Tom, “most too swelled to/speak, but I did get out. that mother and Dollie would be thankful, and then somehow I told hi in my name and where 1 lived, and how hard mother worked and about your back and Ruth; and then I told him how I meant to buy you and mother a good Christmas Eve supper. The gentleman, he says to me: ’Tom, you put that dollar in your pocket and carry it home to your mother, and tell her to put it away for you until you grow up, and then you take it, Tom, and put it in your own pocket, and you will never see it without remembering this Christmas Eve; and when you remember it, you will

“come is, mother; merry Christmas!”

membered that there was bread and cheese to get for supper, and tying a thin woolen shawl over her head and shoulders (Dollie had no hat) she went down the stairs and out into the street. The grocery was kept by a Gorman known in the neighborhood as "Hans.” There were a great many people in Hans’ shop, so Dollie had to wait a long time, but she was used to waiting and it was very pleasant to look at all the nice things Hans kept for the people who had money to buy them. At last she did get her rye loaf and cheese, and Hans went to a barrel, took a great red apple out of it, and handed it to Dollie with an "I vish you a merry Christmas, Tollie.” You'should have seen Dollie’s face as she said: “Why Hans! how did you know i had a Christmas tree?” and | then she told him what her tree was made out of. Hans stood, and looked at Dollie a minute and then he went bade of his counter, opened a drawer, and took j out five little wax candles—a blue one, a red one. a white one, a pink one, and j one just as yellow as gold These he put into a paper bag with a stick of peppermint candy and a ball of scarlet popcorn to keep them company, and he gave all these to Dollie for her very own. There was only one thing for DolUe to do; she could not receive without giving in return. Hans was not an at1 tractive person; indeed, most people

look about you and find some pood to do, some help to give, for the Christ Child's sake. And now,’ said the gentleman, "pick up your kit and come along with me; I have an excellent butcher and a most obliging grocer, and we will go and pay them a calk’ And then,” said Tom, “he took one of my hands in his, and we walked along together, and his great big hand made mine so warm, and when he had warmed one he made me walk on the other side of him so that he could warm the other. Ever so many people touched their hats to us, and lots of pretty ladies bowed and smiled. I didn’t know there were so many kind peopled the world,” said little Tom. Well, at last they turned into another avenue, where there were rows of all sorts of fine shops, and at a butcher’s they went in. Tom wished Dollie could have seen it Everything was dressed up in greens and colored papers, and, although the shop was full, the “boss” came right up to Tom’s friend, rubbing his hands and bowing and saying: “Good evening, sir. Anything wrong in the order to-day, judge? If so, we’ll rectify it 'at once, sir.” But the judge said; “No, I am not here for myself. I have just dropped in with a friend who wants a nice beefsteak, a pat of butter and a few potatoes to carry home in a basket that you will lend him.” “You would have thought I was a judge, too,” said Tom. “Why I most

thought I was, myself, the butcher was so perlite to me.” Then they went to a grocer’s and added sugar and tea to the basket, and the judge helped Tom with it clear to Tom’s door. Ilow the children did hurry around to get the supper. Dollie set the table all over again, put the potatoes oa to boil, fried the steak and boiled fresh water for the new tea, while Tom cut and spread the slices of rye bread. Such happy little children! Such a merry Christmas Eve! Mrs. Jones’ hard day’s work was over, and as she reached the doorway of toe house in which she lived she stopped to wipe away the tears from her ev es lest it should grieve the children to know she had been crying. Only a few shillings were tied up in the corner of her handkerchief, and those must, most of them, go for tho rent nearly due. Oh, how she did long for ever so little to make Tom and Dollie realize what a Christmas gift meant; but she was tired and cold and almost faint from hunger, so she began to climb to the attic. As she got to the first flight she was greeted by an odor of good things that made her say to herself: “The Steins are having a good supper.” But it wasn’t the Steins nor the Swedish families on the next floor. The llileys and O’llallihans were away, and the folks on her floor and the one below lived mostly on scraps that they gathered from house to house. Tho door of her own poor room opened, and out upon her gleamed light, a sense of comfort and a glow of warmth, while the two voices she loved best cried: “Come in, mo ther, out of the dark and 'cold. Merry Christmas, for the Christ Child's sake.”

All this happened thirty Ion" years ago. But every Christmas Eve, in a beautiful home, one of the most beautiful in all the great city of New York, a group of boys and girls (all belonging to one father and raother)have this custom: Just as the twilight comes, they put away books and toys, and quietly, hand in hand, with peace and good-will in their hearts, they enter a room (the best and prettiest in all the house) where grandma livens. They always find her seated before her open fire, looking so placidly beautiful; as one of the children said once, “as if she saw Heaven.” She always has on her lap two bundles done up in pure white cloth, and the children gather all about her and are very still as she tells them the story I have just told to you; then she unrolls the bundle and the children touch most lovingly Papa Tom’s kit and Aunt Dollie’s doll lluth. Papa Tom they know and love, and Aunt Dollie they shall love and know by and by.—Laura C. S. Fessenden, in Texas Siftings. CHRISTMAS GIVING. Do Not Forget Those Who May Be Leu Fortunate Than Yourself, But whatever the mode selected for our Christmas giving, let us each and all at this holiday time bestow a portion of our bounties, however small, on some one not so fortunate as ourselves. Our first duty is to those dearest and nearest to us; then to our friends. But let us take just one step beyond. No matter how heavy we may think our own burdens, there are always those who are far more heavily burdened than ourselves. We are apt to think, at times, that no ope can be more afflicted than are we, that none are called upon to bear what we are bearing. But, my friend, there are those whoso feet tread paths compared to which our own are paths of luxury; there are toilers of whose toll we know not; there are anguished ones to whose anguish we are strangers; there are homes in which the sunlight of kindness rarely enters. And they are not in the districts of poverty, either. There are homes into which a simple toy, one flower, a single book, sent on Christmas morning, would fill the day with happiness. We all like to be remembered, and with whom is remembrance sweeter than with those whose friends are few? There is not one among all our readers whose station is so humble but he or she can afford one little act that will make the day of the birth of Christ sweeter in its significance to some other being. Send a word of cheer into some home of desolation, if nothing more. Sympathy is a,sweet balsam; it softens the bitter, it cheers the depressed, it brightens the sorrowful, it helps the discouraged; it is humane, it is blessed, it is Christlike. Do something for some one else on this coming Christmas; make some little spot in this big world seem brighter, and then there will surely come to you, as I so heartily apd sincerely wish for one and all my readers and my friends, the blessings of the season! Let my intense wish, which is always a prayer in the sight of Go<f, come straight to you, into your homes and into your hearts; may you read it now and hear it again on Christmas morn. A right, good Christmas to you; may health and happiness be in your homes; may your daughters be fair of heart and your sons be noble of mind; and may the one of your affection shower love upon you. May Christmas day be only the first of many happy days to come, reaching far, not only into the year before us, but into the years to come.—Ladies’ Homo Journal.

The Bloom of the Christmas Tree At night we planted,the Christmas tree In the pretty home, all secretly; All secretly, though merry of heart. With many a whisper, many a start. (For children who’d soorn to make believe May not sleep soundly on Christmas Eve.) And then the tree began to bloom. Filling with beauty tho conscious room. The branches curved in a perfect poise. Laden with wonders that men call ‘•toys." Blooming and ripening (and still no noise), Until we merry folk stole away To rest and dream till dawn of day. In the morning the world was a girl and a boy. The universe only tuelr ssouts of ]oy, Till every branch and bough had bent To yield the treasure the Christ-child sank And then—and then—the children Sew Into my arms, as children do, t And whispered, over and over again. That oldest, newest, sweetest refrain, “I love you! I love you! Yea. I love yes/" And hugged and scrambled, as children do And we said to our hearts, all secretly: “ 2VMs to the bloom of the Christmas tree.'*

THURSTON'S MISSION. The Hawaiian Minister Goins Home to Take Action !u the C^tablUliment of m Republic—His Mind Made Up for tlio Boldest and Moat DetcrminedaAction— The Koyallnta Must be Stamped OatPlain Talk !u a Conversation. Oakland, Cal., Dec. 17.—The Enquirer says: Hawaiian M inister Thurston sailed yesterday on the steamer Alameda for Honolulu for a more important purpose than to report “no progress.’’ l.ast Thursday Thurston was a visitor in Oakland, and spent the evening at the house of a gentleman who has heavy interests in the Hawaiian islands. There was assembled to meet him quite a company of gentlemen, former residentsof Hawaii, and Thurston unbosomed himself. Speaking with perfect frankness about his mission in going home. Perhaps he thought that the time had come when he no longer cared to make a secret of it. To put it in briefest form, Tnurston is going to Honolulu to assist in another revolution: that is to say, he is going to aid in substituting for the present provisional or temporary government, a permanent government with a written constitution which shall make Hawaii a republic and a free and independent nation of the earth. All idea of seeking annexation has been abandoned, for the present at least, and the republic of Hawaii is to be established, thus ending the uncertainty in the islands. . The gist of the confidential information which Minister Thurston carries back to Honolulu, no doubt, is that nothing is to be expected from the government at Washington, and that, therefore, the part of wisdom is for the provisional government to secure its present strength and to establish a form of government which shall be a perma

neney. This might not be so easy to do if delay and uncertainty werf allowed to go on until dissensions creep in and sap the strength of President Dole's administration. In the conversation on the occasion referred to, Thurston.showed that his mind was made up for the boldest and most determined action, lie implied that he was going, not to-.discuss matters, but to act. He seemed to entertain no doubt whatever that President Dole and the other members of the provisional government would be with him heart and soul. As an illustration of his spirit, Thurston said: "I don't know but what it would be a good thing if there should be a little fighting down there. It would unite the-people.” 15y this he was understood to mean collisions between the United States forces and the provisional government. lie was asked if the royalists would come over and unite with the provisionalists if the government were made a permanency, and to this replied: “No; the royalists must be stamped out.” As to the details of the new constitution, or liowLit would be promulgated, Thurston said nothing, but he admitted that the serious obstacle was the suffrage question, the -natives being friendly to their queen. He Referred to the Portuguese settlers, of whom there are 70,000, who might be voters, and said he thought they would stand with the new government, and that the Japanese, if admitted to suffrage, would do the same. He seemed to think that by the help of these and other foreign-born elements, it might be possible to hold the natives down. One of the company present was a prominent lawyer, and with him Thurston had some interchange of views about: the method of promulgating a new constitution and organizing a form of government which would be of recognized by foreign powers Doth gentlemen (Thurston himself is a lawyer) agree that the provisional government made a clear case, that it was not only a de facto government; that its power in the islands was absolute and undisputed; and a constitution promulgated } in its name and any officer chosen undfer it would have the right to recognition under the principles ofjinternational law. Another interesting fact, which came out during the evening, was that Thurston wanted to take back with him to the islands as many Hawaiians or holders of property interests-in the islands, who were trustworthy, as he could get to go. Mr. Castle, who left Ann Arbor, Mich., to accompany Thurston, was present, and not only coincided with what Thurston said, but avowed that he would take part in setting up the new form of government, and that he was going home for no other purpose.

The Provisional Government Prepared tor an Emergency. San Francisco, Dec. 18.—Among1 the arrivals Saturday on the steamer Australia was Capt. J. Duncan, a Grand Army man who was a member of one of the companies organized by the provisional government. "The defenses of the government have been completed,” he said to a United Press correspondent, “and it would now take a strong force to capture them. Things are in a very disturbed state and very little would precipitate a riot. No man will trust his neighbor, and the tension iSfStrained almost to the breaking point. The natives can not be depended upon for a moment. They will not fight, but arc treacherous and are constantly plotting. The queen cannot be restored without trouble, and if the present government is not allowed to remain in power here will be trouble. Chleagu’a Free Kitchen. Chicago, Dec. 17.—The Lakeside free Kitchen to-day supplied food to nearly 8,000 hungry men. Thoy represented every grade of destitution. Before 6 o’clock this morning a horde of men and boys gathered outside the building waiting for the doors to open. They blocked Randolph street from the Illinois Central depot almost to Michigan avenue. Each man was given a slice of bread and a cup of ooffee. Dinner was served to 1,380 during the afternoon. The relief committee continue to receive liberal donations. v

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