Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 18, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 December 1887 — Page 11

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THE _MAIL.

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

ClirHi ma« Morn..

The »wll« nr- r'-n xtnjt «beir rhr Kitijfi* ctone* And tlicy *«»-HI «*.• tuylti*. UuoA time*! (mI m"*t

Good nn*i f•«* tu«* itfrt*. nna gnoxl times for u»«? I wy* I Do yon -k hi ihft candy. I ho games and the This top*** f«r Johnny. nn! for Hurry this drum-. Now 'no I isjo, 1'i'zx, buzz. and then bum, 1:11111. ItU'lS! Anil pmr wtitt (bite? Why. a Irtimprt to

O, how lutlo Tout my will toot. tn« t. "he whistle'* for hahy l». niy'. I «w

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'ias irl/litBficil jXK'r T'un*, nid she taken to her lit'ole: deur, dear Grandmother, with a start and a I arc, lH (bin way and thut, and then under ber elmir. /be midst of the din, and terrrlble clatter,

Curly Head peepa In to aee what a the matter Hhe cap if* a new dolly arraycl JUe a queen— O, ncvtr before atieh a beauty waa seen! H-r hot haa bright feathers, ao grand and so (ray. And her l-angtry bang bang every poaaible

Lttilo Curly Head laughed and aald to herself "Now, Komrbody'a been here, a fairy or eir. •Such allpiera and alockinga! They're Just llkf mine, And ber uiovcn on! her ftn—now, lin ih© fine? Hhe'a her mnmma'a own darling she as aweet aa a roae. And who ever *aw such Bbautlful noae. Hut »ee! herc'a her bureau, her sofa and olinlr— There's e*er.v thing under the »un, I declare! Well, I nevfi—I never In all tnv Hie Saw ao nimij things. And here la a knife, A fork urid a spoon. anil the prettiest tray. And suueers

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cup*. But I'll put tbem

In thla clear little play houae, with wlndowa and,door*, Just like the big houses and all the nice

Btoroa.

Now flint's Just what 1 wanted. Old Santa What little tlrls like—but "where are my clot lien? Now Curly Head's toon bi-gnn to look red: With hop and skip she jumped Into bed, And alio saiil "I II take dolly, I like her the bo* The dear! nhe'a ao pretty, but she ten unci reaaed."

Then ahe kUaecl her and hu trued ber and held her iltrht. And who ever stiw lovelier trhl. Wlu*n down in her anug littl* ••ft wlie lay? And whitt do you auppoae flm win thinking or, prat? 'Twaa HI out her doll's "nlnhty." "I'M aak

Aunt fuo."

SI"' aitiil to herself. "to make one. three, two And trim thi in with editing tini rufliea and

IKWS."

Then she kls*el her dolly, I his time

noae.

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Now wHKii't ahe hnppy. euiied up like l* IIVII*C. All the whl |»eepln»r alyly at her pretty play hou»e Itut w-i lo you thick "he shut up her eyes? She woke up ao e«r *'ie w»\v the aim rise, JiiHt tin'i, thediNir o(Mm'ii. mid wiiHt did ahe

Not Sinta I'lsus—ho ean jump like a ties— Hut li'T own dour mammu, and her doll cloae \v fia evo«

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ot^" hut rovor «ry:

Joe couldn't have told you about his thoughts, for he was not used to putting them in words. There waa no ono to tell them to exeent his grandfather, and he was away all day at his work when he came home he waa tired and sleepy, and not much waa ever said between them. So Joe lived in kis» own little world alone.

That old attic was the onlv home he had ever known. It was like a little island of space in a gm»t city. From the one |HHMT window he could look out over miles and unit's of roofs. That waa all he could see save the sky above and U'vond them.

Joe sat there on thia afternoon and tookivl out iuto the dnsiry prospect., thinking, thinking, thinking. The sky vraa full cMf gravness that tlw snmke did not make. It had a «rrowfal Uxk ic it. He wrtKlewd if it wanted to cry. H» wondennl if it had had a flower and kwt it. He wamikmt if it bad ew w«a the ^reeu tWkis. And he wondered if it w*a hungrr. Joewa* very, wry hangnr. He had had only a crust of bread for h» breakfast, and nothing xiaoe. "If lout find work we'll have to «tarr«,M hi* jd father had said, with Mieh a di»took that Joe had cried oats "Ojnover mind, gT»{Bifathg[, r*p

•ery hungry now." Then the old man had goneawav and left the lad alone. As he sat thsze he heard a Mxmd that he had never heard before. It was like pleasant thunder, low and deep, bat gWeet. It sounded far off, and then seemed to grow louder and come nearer. Joe, who could only., look at wJiat was directly before the attic window, did not know thai elose to the side of the old teaemen^hooK' a&ieat church bad been built The thunder that he .listened to with such delight waa the voice of the organ, heard for the They were trying it at Awwicarsalof Christ* mas music. For th£ Morrow would be Christmas-Day, and tiie children were to

wsing

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carols and as he listened to the glad voices of the children so near by, but who had never heard of poor little Joe, and never would, perhajps, and whose lives were as happy as his was miserable, he was certain that he heard angels. Wis eyes glowed. His breath came and went in excited little gams. His face ,was fullof eager joy. "So sweet,

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And alii* cmd, "\V«a there ever auch a ('brlatnma »ia tills:"

loc's Christmas.

Little snt l»y lite uttir wiiulow and ookotl o:it- on fho dull, gray afternoon, '.hitikin^.

Little J(x« was always thinking. Ho ind nothing (*l.*o to do. For he was a cripple, llo had never walked as other

Ik\*h

do. Ho never

would, they said, and when they Raid that they looktnl at him pitvingly. But he didn't mind. Why should he?

beautiful,n he kept saying to himself as the music rose and fell and came neat and died away, while all the while beneath the sound of the blithe voices the grand, deep thunder of the organ rolled about him, and made him think some way of God. "It must be the angels," he whispered, clasping his thin little hands and listening in ec8tacy. "O, I wish I could see them! They never came this way before. I hope they'll stay."

But soon the music ended, and Joe had to comfort himself with.the memory of it. The sky grew grayer, and the wind blew into the bare and almost empty room and made Joe shiver. But he was used to cold. Then flakes of snow began to fall great white things that danced about with every breath of wind, and made him think of the fallen petals of his one vanished flower. He wondered if the blossoms in the green fields had all at once fallen apart. If that were true how sorry the angels must be. He wondered how they could sing and be glad. The night came sudderny and hid the'world outside the attic window, and Joe sat in the darkness and waited for his grandfather's coming, with the hunger that he had almost forgotten when the angels sang, gnawing, gnawing worse than ever. •*I wish I had something to eat," he said, in a Voice that was full of tears. He did not want to crv, but he felt as if he could not help it much longer. By and by he heard a slow, heavy step on the creaking stairs. "Grandfather's coming at last," he cried, and turned his thin eager face to the door. The moment it opened he cried out: •*I wartt" "something "tp eat. grandfather. I'm hungry, very hungry, for the crust was so small this morning.

The old juan's answer was a sob. He tottered to a chair and sank into it wearily, hopelessly, and covered his face with liis hands. ••What's the matter, grandfather?' asked Joe. "Couldn't you get any work?? -Rl

"Not a hand's torn, my poor Joe,** answered the old man. "I begged for it. I told 'em we were starving, but they said they'd nothing for me to do. I've been hunting for something to do all day. I thought I should have to eive up hours ago, I was so faint, but I kept on when I thought of rou. It seemed as if I couldn't come back without a mouthful of something, but I have. 0,

I wish we were both dead, I do,

though luaylm its wicked. What's an old man like me to do when he can't get work? It's time to die, I think, when he can't get a crust." "Never mina," said Joe. trying to make the words shine brave and cheerful. "Maybe you'll have better luck tomorrow." Then he sighed he couldn't help it. he was so hungry—so disappointed. "And to-morrow's Christmas, too." the old man said. "To think of that and without a morsel. It's a hard world for folks like you and me. Joe—a hard, hard world."

Christmas Day! Joe sat and thought aUut it. Me knew the names of the «!nys, hut he had never heard this name Ivf'ore. Had they made a new day? Woidd he have to add Christmas to Saturday ?~Fridayt Saturday. Christmas, lie wondered if he could remember it, and what was the use of having anew day. There seemed enough of the old ones.

By and by Joe said he would go to lied,* and his grandfather carried him to his poor little cot and covered him up well. He shouldn't be cold if he must be hungry.

Joe slept at last, aiitl drtxotiM of the green fields and the angels in them, and tl»f were singing, and it seemed as if every angel had all he wanted to eat. Tlwm he woke up. and the hunger was gnawing, gnawing at his vitals so that ue cried, and his grandfather asked him what the matter was, and he answered: "Nothing grandfather, only I've been dreaming."

Bat the old man knew and he hid his face in his hands again and cried too.

On one hard and wrinkled wore a ring that was now but a hoop of gold. Once—years and years ago, when his wife placed it there—it was a broad, heavy hand of yellow gold. As he held his poor old bands against his toe it cut into his cheek, the edge of it hAd grown ao sharp. He started up wtth a sodden thought. Why hadnt he thought of the ring before? It would sorely buy a loaf of bread. He would go oat and sell it as soon as morning came. But the resolution gave his heart a wrench, for it was the last thing left

jury s—ute nary wno tuui been ueaJ so many years. It seemed the link that bound tnem together. 'But she'll know she won't blame me," he said and waited for the dawn.

It came at last. He got up and went to the window, and saw a new white world. The snow had fallen in the night and hidden awav all unsightUness. As he stood there the bells began to ring, reminding him that this was Christmas morning.

The voices of the bells stole in upon Joe's slumber and awoke him. He rose up in bed and looked at his grandfather wonderfully, as if to ask what the bells rang so early for. "Because "it's Christmas,*' the old man answered in reply to the unspoken question of the boy. "You don't know what Christmas means, do you? Well, years ago Christ waa born, and this is his birthday. They ring the bells because the world's glad." "Christ?" Joe said, wonderingly, questioningly. "God's son." the old man explained "Where is he?" asked Joe. "Dead—and gone to Heaven," was the reply. "0, to the green fields!" said Joe. "I wish I could. I dreamed of them last night, and I heard the angels. I heard them vesterday, too. They were close bv. Do von s'pose they were in the green fiefds when I heard them sing, grandfather?" "I don't know." the old man answered, not at all surprised at Joe's question. Be was used to such talk from him. "Because if they were it can't be very far to the green fields," said Joe. "for I oould hear them sing just as plain. O dear!" suddenly, "I'm so hungry." "You shall liave something to eat," the old man said. "I'll go after it now. I won't be gone long.' And then lie went out,

Joe laid his head back on the poor pillow and thought while he waited. This was Christmas, then the negr day tbe day when the world was glad. Then the world must have enough to eat, for how could it be glad when it was hungry?

Suddenly he heard a voice, a strong, aweet voice that seemed just outside tne windom and it was singing something about Christmas. It was the sweetest sound Joe had ever heard. It seemed to be calling him. "It's one of the angels," he cried in delight. "0, ain't it oeautiful! I don't feel hungry now. I don't believe I ever would if I could hear the angels."

Joe could not know that it was a wo* man singing in the church near by, rehearsing her song for the morning service, hdd in honor of the King, born in a manger. She could not know thitf away up in the attic of that old tene-ment-house a boy lay listening and thinking he heard an angel If she had known this I wonder if her song would have been sweeter? "The angel's glad," said Joe. "I know it by the way it sings. It's because of the green fields. I wonder if I could flnd em? They must be close by. If I could get there I'd never be hungry any more, I wonder if I could?"

He crawled out of bed, full of excitement at the thought. He put on his old, tattered clothes with hands that ?hook, because of the eagerness that had possession of him. Then he dragged himself to the door and out into the dusky halL He reached the stairs. rh«wr he take breath. It looked dark down the narrow opening before him. But that the way he must go to find the green fields.

He put out his hand, gropingly, bewildered, almost frightened, Then he dragged himself along, down one step and another, and then—God help the lad, he fell!

The old man came up the stairs, brins ing a loaf of bread ana a little cake wit "Merry Christmas" stamped across its face. "The boy'11 think it's nicer because of that," he thought, "and itH make Christmas seem different from other days. Poor Joe! He's in hard luck," ana the old man sighed. There was bread for to-day—but where was it to come from to-morrow.

In hard luck? Not so. Joe's luck has changed, old man. Do you see that little heap in the shadowy corner of the landing? Ah, you do. Do you know what it is? No? Why. it's a boy who has started to iind the green fields.

Tbe old man bends down with a err of surprise and touches the heap. It stirs. "My God! it's Joe!" he cries. Then he lifts it up, and as he does so the bov's face fills with sudden radiance. "I hear the angels," he whis "Listen, listen! and I see the green I knew I'd find them!" Then the little uplifted hand falls on the old man's neck, never to be lifted again. Joe has got to the green fields at last, thank God,where they are never cold, never hungry.

Joe, Joe," the old man cries, and turns the still face to the light. Then, "O. my God—the boy's dead!" "Glory to God In toe highest!" the unseen singer sings, and the old man starts. Does he'hear the angels, too, singing the green fields the song that little Joe haa gone to join in? It may be.

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TERRS HATTTE SATURDAY MA

E. E. RBXPOBA

**I presume yoo have CSirisiniafi presents?1" said Ma Whitehead. "Yes," replied Mrs. Peters, "and how It does coat. I bought Harry a shaving-mux. and Laura a handkerchtaf, and—and—O. I saw such a lowly sealskin dolman that just fitted me. and I oould not help gtreag it. It was flOO, just think!"

Twu MlStrspfe Majoty yt Kent Her Xmas-tjrde with Toe Be Heele, ft to ye Tone of Mmiok Stept

Alio Bodde wth Laughter lone jre V* ft here She Cuffed A Saucy 8nn,

Yt Skipping* Gayly tbro' r» Dance, Wolde Ojrte her (Bat alio iiuft Vayu) Wth too pcepurainge Loaf ft G&uwe. ft here upon ve Pouting UpfM"

Or peevish Frue, ye JeafouB Maid. Ber pink atwfPoyutea #inger-tippes lane Mlschtovoua Beprovln* Layd. But wbenne

Tryed her pretty Airs th, yt Loved ber 8oe, war Unaware*, of Mistletoe. -M, If.

Onne me. 1 caught it Beneath

"I th$ikfTHok," ?aid Mrs. Smallface to her hopwul* "that I shall put you in trousers soon." "But not until after Christmas, ma." 'Why not?" '*0, becftpseyou know, ma, I shall have to w$ir snort stocking? and they don't hold^much."

Very clgj^r head Dick has.

An bamisment of Virtues*

little girl wishing to make her fath§r a present was very much at fault what to buy for that purpose. After puzzling her little brain considerably, and getting what suggestions she could from other members of the family, she finally went to her mother, who was entertaining Mr. Drinkwater, and said, in despair: "Only think, mamma, I don't know what to get papa for a Christmas present he don't smoke, nor drink, nor notb» ing."

little Charles—"Papa, I've got some money and am going toy »t momma lots of Christmas presents. Tell uie, please, what to get." Papa—"O, 1 guess you can decide on something." "No, I can't Please tell me." "Haven't you thought of anything: that would be nice for her?" "Weft, if she was a boy Td get her a drum, and a rocking-horse, and a sled, and some skates, and ten pounds of candy, but she isn't."

A Broad Intimation.

**I think," said the demure Miss Waitalittle, a3 she and Charles were bidding each other a warm good-night, "that a Christmas present from pa and ma would be very nioe. joa know, bat what I reallv would like ••Would be a Christmas present from some one out of tbe family "And perhaps willing to come in," she sponded. quietly.

Charles took the hint and kmng hearts beat as one.

THE REAL AND THE IDEAL CLAUS.

SANTA

••Are you going to hang up your stocking my dea#' inquired a young wife of her fond hubby, as they were sitting lovingly under the mistletoe. "Hang un my stocking?" replied the hubby. 'Tm afraid iny uncle would not give me anything on it."

Then he realized that he had made ft mistake. CHRISTMAS FAIRIES.

The study of fairies is interesting and to some people costly. Such a one is the foregoing illustration—the fairy of the sealskin. We do not think that boys fall in love with Christmas fairies of this kind to the extent they used to, for the youth of to-day bf grimly skeptical of fairies who cannot be happy unless deoked with gorgeous and costly fabrics.

Tbe good fairy is not only the pi her companions but the light of her humble home, and the sole stay of a blind father, a bed-ridden mother and half a dozen, more or less, helpless brothers and sisters. We fear, howevre, she is, a great measure, a creation due to l.te ary exigencies, and the necessity of writing up to pretty but inaccurate wood cuts intended for Christmas numbers.

Juvenile fairies are familiar to erery tme. The golden gates will soon swing open and gladden many children's hearts aa tbe myriads of favors are distributed.

MOLtf

V/W-,'

The old-time fairy of the footlights enjoyed the distinction of a gilt pole with a star on the end. Tbe modern Christmas fairy hi arrayed and equipped fa far man varied fashion.

Holiday Goods at Banr's

THE BEST MADE

BECAUSE- JThey are mad« on an«tottloal principle* nnd afford sin ea«y and perfaot fit fima the first.

They arc stylish and graoeful in appearance. They use only the beet atook and employ none but skilled -workmen.

They make lO different widths, of alt the popular ahapee, and the moat tidious oan be suited.

These and many other reasons bm WHY they are the BEST and most POP*ULAR Shoes manufactured.

They are all stamped on soles and linings, showing confidence in the quality oi their productions.

Look for Trade Mark," -without none are genuine.

(tori »r ..

J. LUDOWICI,5

899 Main Street, near 6th.

Best Goods, Moderate Prices,

1NCOLN & HAYNES, DENTISTS ,„I

Office 1% south 6th it, opposite post ofllee* All work warranted as represented.

J)R. A. GILLET., D. D. 8.

DBISTTIST.

Makes a specialty of line gold filling*. HI Vo north Sixth first door north of Baptlstchnrctu

T\K GEO. MARBAOH, DENTIST.

Inserting of ^artificial teeth,'.without plate, a specialty. Office: n. w.|eor.* 18th and Main' Strnti.

T~)R W. TAN VALZAH, -L^ Successor to RICHARDSON fe VAN VALZAH,

XDE33STTXST.

Office—Southwest corner Fifth and Main Streets, over National State Bank (entrance en Fifth street -Yt,

H. C. PUGH. G. K. PUQH. pUGH & PUGH,

Attorneys at La'w.k-'

W. 8. Ciirr. J. H. WII.LIAXS. J. M. Cure

QLIFT, WILLIAMS CO.,

MAWUrAOTTJlUERS Or

Sastit Doors, Blind's,*etc.

399* Ohio Stiee*.

Money to Losn at tow *Rwten of Interssi, J. NUGENT. M. J. BKOPHY.

J^UGENT & CO., PLUMBING and GAS FITTING

A 4 dealer In

Gas Fixtures, Globes and Bnglneer'a Supplies. 80S Ohio Street. Terrs Haute, lad.

[Established in 1861.]

ASD DIALIM lit '"j &'I,

LUMBER, LATH\ SHINGLES GLASS, PAINTS, OILS AND BUILDERS' HARDWARE. f*

Mulberry street, corner 9th. $ Terrs Hants, fntf

Established 1866. Incorporated

pHCENIX FOUNDRY

,MACHINE WORKS,

Manufacture and deal in all kinds of

Machinery and Machinery 5 tc Users Supplies.

Flour

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Work

OUR SPECIALTY,

Have more patterns, larger experienes capacity, and employ more mechanics any other similar establishment within enty-flve mi ies of Terra Hants.

Repair and Jobbing Work.

Given special attention. Write or call on aa and see for younelf. 201 to 286 N. Oth at., near Union Depot

Terre Haute, Ind.

—CALL ON—

JOHN R. EAGER,'

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Fire, Life, Accident

Aim orHca

XlsTBTJ^JL-N-CE} No. 11 North Sixth Street

JULIUS F.

ERMI8CH

STEAM DYE HOUSE,

0M Mala itract, McKwu'« Block, Cleaning and dyeing of all kinds of Ladle and dents clothing. Gents garments a)" neatly repaired, write for price list.

X. H. C. XtOTCE, Attorney. Offlce-517 Ohio Street.

ON-RESIDENT NOTICE

The State of Indiana, Vigo County. In tbe Vigo Superior Court. No. Sffi. Warden Hayward vs. Mary C» Miller etaL

Be ft known that on the 10th day of December, MKT, it VH

ordered by the Court that 1o

Jtrnm Rnnenan, Abel Hover and Elisabeth i»« 'Hvrendants of the pendency at \M* mrUM -«l«wt them.

Had Oft i.mts are therefore hereby aoUiW «»f t*- ,xniency of said action iflna (hem. ibat the same will utand for trial on the Mil day of February, 1/M, Ute sass* being at the December Term of wld Coort la the year lflST. MERG^X N. SMITH, Clerk.