Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 26, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 December 1888 — Page 7
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THE MAIL.
A PAPER
FOR THE
PEOPLE.
Today.
O nigbt
at
nights! O night
Desired of man go long! The todeut heavens fled forth Is light To ring tbee U*jr new aoog And «b ~"a8 down the eteep,
Toei :uerd folk of old, An angel, while they watched Itoeir sheep. Set foot beside the fold. It WM long ago •*''.
But God «ui
wake
It now.
And as with that «w*i overflow. Our »-tnptf beorU endow. Take, LonJ,
them
words outworn,
Ob, make them new for aye, Speak -"t'nto yoa a child la born," Today-today today I -Jean Ingclow.
A Stolen Christmas.
{Mary E. Wilkins,
ID
Harper** Bazar.]
"I don't »'po*0 you air goin' to do much Christmas over to your house." Mm. Luther Ely stood looking over h«r gate. There was a sweet, hypocritical smile on the little thin red month. Her old chiua blue even htared an innocently u* a baby'*, although there was a certain hardness ill thein. Her soft wrinkled cheeks were pink and white with the true blonde tints of her youth, whh-h she had never lout. She was now an old woman, but people still looked at her with admiring eyes, and probably would until ahe died. All her life long her morsel of the world had had in it a awect savor of admiration, and she had smacked her little feminine lips over it greedily. She expected everyone to coo tribute*toward It, even this squat, defiant old IwKly standing squarely out iu the middle of the road. Marg'ret Poole had atopped unwillingly to exchange cour testes with Mrs. Luther Ely. She looked aggressive. Hhe eyed with a sideways glance the other watnan's pink smirking face. "'Tain't likely wo be." ahe aaid, in a voice which ago had made gruff ins toad of piping. Then she took astep forward. "Woll, we ain't goin' to uo much," continued Mr*. Ely, with an air of subdued loftineaa. "W« air Jest goin' to hev a little Christmas tree for the children. Flora'a goiu' to get a few th intra. Mho aaya there'a a very nice 'sortmont up ilU
to White's." Marg'ret gave a kind of affirmative runt then she tried to move on, but in*. Ely would not let her. "I dun know as you hev noticed our new curtaiua," said she.
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Had alio not! Poor Marg'ret Poole, who had only green paper shades In her own window's, had peeped slyly around the corner of one, and watched mournfully, though not enviously, her opposite eyed them, neighbor tacking up those elogant Not-1 to get up linghain lace draperies, and llnally tying thorn back with tow* of rod ribbon.
Marg'ret would, have given much to have scouted scornfully the Idea, but alio was an honost old woman, if not a sweet ono. "Yes, I see 'eiu," she said shortly. "Don't you think they're pretty?" "Well 'nough," replied Marg'ret, with another honest rigor. "They cost conslder'blo. I told Flora 1 thought she was kind of extravagant: but thou Sains alrnln' pretty good wages. 1 dun know but they nifty Jest as well hev things. Them white cotton curtains looked dreadful kind of gone
Af*ijr*ret thought of her green papor jiiw. Hhe did not hate this othor old woman she at once admired and despised her and this admiration of one she dcNplaed made hor angry with herself and aahamod. She woa nover at her oaae with Mrs. Luther Ely.
Mrs. Ely had run out of her house Oh purpose to intercept her and impress her with her latest grandeur—the curtains and the Christmas tree. Hhe was sure of it. Still she looked with tlno apprecia tlon at the other's delicate pinky face, her lace cap adorned with purple bons, her mack gown with a tlo arottud the bottom. The gown was rus ty, but Marg'ret did not notice that hor own was only a chocolate calico. Black wool of an afternoon was sumptuous to
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enteel
her. She thought how genteel sho lookretaiued her slim, iong-walsted effect. Marg'ret had lost every sign of youthful grace ahe was solidly square and stout.
Mrs,. Ely had run out, iu her haste, without a shawl Indeed, the weather I WHM almost warm enough to go without ne. It was only a week leforo Christmas, but thero'was uo snow, aud the ^rasa was quite bright In placed. There were green lights over in the field, and also in the house yards. There was a] soft dampness in the air, which brought spring to mind. It almost seemed a* If •tie by Unletting Intently might hear frog* or bluebirds.
Now Marg'ret stepped resolutely across the street to her little house, which was «hingled but not {tainted, except on the front. Some one had painted that red many year* before
whito cottage, little hood over its frout door, cried, patron in ugly, after her once a^ain "I'm eotnlh' over to see you as soon as 1 kin," said she, "arter Christmas. We i^r dretful busy now." 'Well, eome when ve kin," Marg'ret
Then she entered
Even out Iu the yard ahe had heard a ihrill clamor of children's voices from lie house when she stood in the little •Qtry it was deafening. "ill. hem children is raisin* Osin," mutMt*i she. Then she threw open the toor of the room where they were, here were three of them in a little rroup near the window. Their round I. el tow heads bobbed, their fat little arms tud legs swung wildly. 'Hiracny! 1-rSsnny rv shouted they. "For the laud's sake don't make such racket! Mis* Kir kin hear you over to »er house," said Marg'ret, »*l*iule us. Ain't ye go***' to untie u# 4w? Say, Oranny. "I'll untie ve Jest as soon as I kin get
Uy things o^. Slop hoUerin*." fn the ceiling were fixed three stoat Kka. A strong rope was tied aroui |jich child's waist, and the two an stenod securely around a hook. The were long enough to allow the .ren free range of the room, hut they them juat short of one dangerous lnt—the stove. The stove waa the ry dragon which haunted Marg*ret% [*«. Many a night 1 ahe th he of those little et i'-m pet lu 1 hiaked too near it, and the flames were
r'ug
It f, when away fron i, tm-. »e me dreadful pictures had loomed out fore her eyes bar Uvely fancvhad uo«d these stout knota, and she and hur-
Frtd home in a panic. Mmrv'ret took off har hood and shawl. Uaguaaoi carefully In the entry, and egged a
Mien
ponded, shortly. etween the dry lilac bushes and ahull ing. She asked respectfully the price of he door with a bang. this
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After the children were set at liberty she got their supper, arranging it neatly on the table between the windows. There was a nice white table cover, and the six silver teaspoons ahone. The teaspoons were the mark of a flood tide of Marg.ret'8 aspirations, and ahe had had aspirations all her life. She had given to her daughter, the children's mother, on her marriage. Hhe herself had never owned a bit of silver, but she determined to present her daughter with some.
I'm goin' to hev you hev things like other folks," she had aaid. Now the daughter was dead and she had the spoons. She regarded the daily use of them man almost sinful luxury, but she brought them out in their heavy glass tumbler every meal.. "I'm goin* to hev them children im to eat off silver spoons,,' she said flantly, to their father "they'll think more of themselves."
The father, Joseph Snow, wis trying earn a living in the city, a hundred miles distant. He was himself very
young, and had not hitherto displayed much business capacity, although ho was good and willing. They had been very poor before his wife died ever since he had not been able to do much more than clothe and feed himself. He had sent a few dollars to Marg'ret from time to time—dollars which be had saved and scrimped pitifully to accumulate —but the burden of their support had come upon her.
Sho had sewed carpets and assisted in spring cleanings—everything to which she could turn a hand. Marg'ret was a tailoress, but she could now get no employment at her trade. The boys all wore "store clothes" in these days. She could only pick up a fow cents at a time still she managed too keep the children in comfort, with a roof over their head and something to eat. Their cheeks wero fat and pink they were noisy and happy, and also pretty.
After the children were in bed that night she stood in ner kitchen window and gazed across the street at Mrs, Luther Ely's house. She had left the candle In the children's room—the little things were afraid without it—and she had not yet lighted one for herself so she could see out quite plainly, although the uight was dark. Thero was alight in the parlor of the opposite house the Nottingham lace curtains showed finely their patterns of leaves and flowers, Marg'ret "'Tain't no use my tryiu a notch," she muttered. 'Tain't no use for somo folks. They 'ain't worked no harder than I have
Ijoulaa Ely 'ain't never begun to work so hard but they kin have lace curtains
and Christmas trees." The words sounded envious. Still she was hardly that subsequent events proved that. Her "tryiu' to get up a notch" explained everything. Mrs. Luther Ely, the lace curtains, and the Christmas tree, were as threo bright stars set on the higher*"notch" which she had wished to gain. If the other woman had dressed in silk instead of rusty wool, If the laco draperies had been roal, Marg'ret would have wasted hardly one wistful glance on them. But Mrs. Luther Ely had been all her life the one notch higher, which had seemed almost attainable. In that opposite house their was only ono carpet Marg'ret might have hoped for one carpet. Mrs. Ely's son-in-law earned only acomiortable living for his family Marg'rets might have done that. Worst of all, each woman had ono daughter, and Marg'ret's had died.
Marg'ret had been ambitious all her life. She had mado struggle after struggle. She made up her mind that she would have things like other people. Then she married, and ber husband spent her money. One failure came after another. She slipped back again and again on tho step to that higher notch. And here she was to-night, old and poor, with theao three helploss children dependent upon ber.
But she felt something betides disappointed ambition as she stood gazing oat to-night. 'Thar's the ohlldren," she went on: can't have nothln' for Christmas. 1 ain't got a cent I kin spare. If I git 'em enough to oat, I'm lucky.
Presently she turned away and lighted a lamp. She had some sewing to do for the children, and was just settling down with it, when she paused suddenly and stood reflecting. "I've got a good mind to go down to Whlte'a an' see what he's got in for Christmas," said she. "Mebbo Joeeph'll send some money 'long next week, an' if he does, mebbe I kin git 'em some little thing. It would bo a good plan for me to kind of price 'em.
Marg'ret laid her work down, got her
Mr»»"Kly, standing before her glosayr I hood aud shawl, and went oat, fastening which had even tietit the house securely, and also the door of the room where the stove was.
To her eyes the village store which she presently entered was a very en trinm of beauty mil richness. She ed at the festoons of evergreens, the dangling trumpets and drums, the counters heaped with cheap toys, with awe and long
and that, some things less pretentious than the others. But it wm all be-j yond her. She might as well have priced diamonds and brontea. Aa she stood looking, sniffing in the odor of evergreen snd new varnish, which was to her a vary perfume of Christmas arising I from its fullness of peace and merriment. Flora Trask, Mr*. Ely's daughter, enter-j Flora! ed. Marg'ret went out quickly. "She 111
to herself. But Marg'ret Poole oame again the next day, and the next, and :v nextmorning, afternoon and eri ng. "I dun know but I may want to buysome things bye-and-by©?* ahe told the pro-
Prrictor,
around a little yr" hnd.
chair under a book.
«. waa a a' woman, and ah* had to hatch up on her toea to untie t. *e rd knots. Bar fcsce turned a parinasli 1. rhis method of restriction waa the ra-i
extonuatlngly, "an' I thought kind of like to price Vm." She atood about eyeing* questioning, and Angering tenderly. No money'letter came fr Joeepb. She
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suit of long thought and study on her I went up to the poet office. The last mail part. She had tried many others which was in and there was no letter for her. had proved ineffectual. Willie, the old-1 Then she kept on to the store. It was est, could master knota like a sailor. I rather qarly, and there were not, as yet, Many a time the grandmother had re- many customers. Margret began lookturned to find the house empty. Willie I ing about as usual. She might hare had unfastened his own knot and liber- been in the store ten minutes when she ated his little slaters, and then all three I suddenly noticed a parcel on the corner had made the moat of their freedom. of a counter. It was nicely tied. It beBut even Willie, with his sharp five-1 longed evidently either to one of the per year-old brain and his nimble little fin-1 sons who were then trading in the store gers, could not untie a knot whose two! or was to be delivered outaide later. Mr. ends broshed the ceiling. Now Marg'ret I White was not in two of his «ons and a was sure to find them all them.
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anxiously a: :b# po»t office manj a day. She tried to get work to raise al up first." The young women ro little exH money, but co~* 1 get! free it-' burning none at time or the yi S' vtai-l "Ti e'she I-I. ted Mr*. Wl1 &, the store-keeper's wife, and asked forlorn hope if efe* no tailor-work for her. Tim* w* ir ya In family. But Mm. White '»ok hf I. She was a good woman. "I'm sorry," aaid ahe, "but I haven got a w'*~» boys wouldn't wear bom
lo« piU ly at Marg refseet, peh,wd am idie went out. ally thoee anil of sugar and those pink-fat straight-bodied thoee tin truu.reta and expreas wagooa, were to Marg'ret aa the fair ap~
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where die left boy clerk were waiting upon the. customers. Marg'ret, once attracted by this parcel, eould not take her eyes from it long.
She pored over the other wares with many a sidelong glance at it. Her thoughts centered upon It, and her imagination. What could it be? To whom did it belong.
Margaret Poole bad always been an honest woman. She bad never taken a thing that did not belong to her in ber whole life. She suddenly experienced a complete moral revulsion. It was as if her principles, where weights were made shifty by her long watching and longing, had suddenly ~~~ated in a wild somersault. While tf^ were reversed, Marg'ret, warily glancing around, ped that parcel under her arm, optucd the door, and sped home.
It was better Christinas v, ither Ir.aa it had been a week ago. TL was J. a fine level of snow, and the air was cle. ind cold. Marg'ret panted as she d. The snow creaked under her
waiK feet. along derec
She met many people hurrying in chattering groups* She •wonif they could see the parcel under her shawl. It wts quite a larg one.
When she jt .. into her own house she hastened to su-i ke a light. Then she untied the pam
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There was in it some
pink sugar ca* aud birds, two tin horses and a little rc«r wagon, a cheap doll, and some bright picture books, besides
paper of catui.v
land!' said tickled?'
ley be tioklCilT' There was violent nervous shiverin all over her s.out frame. "Why cari,t keep still?" said she.
She got out three of the children stockings, filled them, and hung them up beside the chimney. Then she drew a chair before the stove and went over to the bureau to get her Bible, she al wayB read a chapter before she went to boa. Marg'ret was not a church member, she never said anything about it. but she bad a persistent, reticent sort of religion. She took up the Bible then laid it down then she took it up agal with a clutch. "I don't keer," said sho, "I ain't done nothin'so terrible on cau't be aimed, to work, ought wait till arter Clu goin' up to Mis an* I'm goin' to say, 'the day before Christmas I wont into
tlie way. What ir body's willi
I'm goin' to
ub thru I'm jest senrteruoon Mis' White,' says
your husband's store, an' I see a bundle a-layin' on the counter, an' I took it, an' said nothin' to nobody. I shouldn't ha' done such li thing if you'd give me work the way I asked you to, instead of goin outside an' buyin- things for your boys an' robbin' honest folks of the chance to alrn. Now, Mis' White, I'll tell you what I'm willin' to do, an' I'll work out twice the price of them goods I took an" we'll call it even. If you don't all is. your husband will hev to lose it wonder what she'll say to that."
Marg'ret said all this with her head thrown back, in atone of indescribable defiance. Then she sat down with her Bible and read a chapter.
The next day she watched the cbil dren's delight over their presents with a sort of grim pleasure.
She onarged them to say nothing about them, although there was little need of it. Marg'ret had few visitors, and the children were never allowed to run into the neighbors.
Two days after Christmas the postmaster stopped at Marg'ret's house his own was just beyond.
He banded a letter to her. "This came Christmas morning," said he thought I'd bring it along on my way home. I know you hadn't been in for two or three days, and I thought you were expecting a lotter. "Thank ye, said Marg'ret. She pull ed the letter open and saw there was somo money in it. She turned very white. "Hope you 'ain't got any bad news," said the postmaster. "No, I 'ain't." After he had gone she sat down and read her knees with her knees shaking.
Joseph Snow had at last got a good situation. He was earning tlf a month. There were twenty the letter. He promised to send her that sum regularly every month. "Five dollars a week!" gasped Marg'ret. "My land! An' I've
fty dofl dollars In
stole!"
She sat there looking at the money in her lap. It was quite Tate the children had been In bed a long time. Finally she put the money away and went herself. She did not read in ber Bible that night.
She could not go to sleep. It was bitterly cold. The old timbers of the house cracked. Now and then there was a sharp report like a pistol. There was a pond near by, and great crashes came from that. Marg'ret might have been, from the noise, in tho midst of a canonade, to with her own guilt had exposed her.
Tain't nothin* but the frost," she kept saying to herself. About three o'clock she saw a red glow on the wall opposite the window. "I'm 'maginin' it,' muttered she. She would not turn over too look at the window. Finally ahedid. Then ahe sprartr and rushed toward it. The house when Mrs. Luther Ely lived a- on fire.
Marg'ret threw a quit: over her head, unbolted her front door, and flew "Fire! frM" "Fire!
Oh, fire! fixe!'
u-
ing," she
aee I ain't buyin' anything.
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raRRE ffAtJTE SATURDAY EVENING WATTi
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Marg'ret,
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Oh, Mis' .iy, »re i? Fire!: »1 Sam—s*tn Trask, you're ail burnin' up!
By the time she got out in the road
thought I ahe saw black group* m• in h-
lance. Hoarse ah"t« fol. .'.v,u h«.. Ti en the church I !. clanged out. Flora v. gt :. .* "a tf' -d, tiling onte her •_LTuv iren- all crying. ,Kh, Mii* r. 'ie!" a Hed ahe, "a/r *t it nrnadful?ain't n-r'ui?" 1 got the ch!: iUl out?" aai' Marg'ret.
Y«a, Sam told me to stand here with ^em.'* "Where's ar mother?" "I don't kL r. She's safe. She vaked her honae.
Mrs. Ely was running out of the fr with a h^x In her ha~^- He in law atagg r-d a' hor th a fcv on ah „o tn again, mother," he aaid.
There ww the :ng to carry oat the la ^imed in. "So," or tbey: *•'ta aala. Doa*t yougo tr.«*aio, Mis'~yi
Ma»'ret ran *in to t. "Tbam certain,* gaeped ahe. the {Miter carpet, b«v they gM tMt. wotf" ••Oh, dun w—I don know! Fa *r *aii nothtn'oot! Everything ail burnin' up! Oh, dear me! oh! deor! Where he yon gotnr*
plea hanging over the garden wail w«h»[afraid theT 'ain't. "Oh. ther *810*1 got to Christiana's sons |n
Marg'ret had rnahed passed hor into the boose. Sho waa going into the par-
lor when a man caught hold of her. "Where are yoa going!" he shouted. "Clear out of this." "I'm going to git oilt them laoe curtains an" the carpet." "It ain't any use. We staid in there just as long as we oould, trying to get the carpet up bat we ooaldn't stand it any longer it's chock full of smoke." The man shouted It out, and pulled her along with him at the same time. "There!" said he ween they were out in the road "look at that!" There was al flicker of golden fire in one of the parlor windows. Then those lace ourtains blazed. 'There!" said the man again 1 told you it wasn't any use."
Margret turned on him. There were many other men within hearing. "Well 1 wouldn't tell of it," she said in aloud voice. "If I was a pack of stout, ablebodied men, an' couldn't ha' got out them curtains an' that carpet afore they burnt up, I wouldn't tell about it.
Flora and her children bad been taken Into one of the neighboring houses. Mrs. Ely still stood out in the freezing air clutching her box and wailing. -in-law was trying hard to persuade! the house where her
hor to go into daughter was. Marg'ret joined them. "I would go if I was you, Mis' Ely," said she. "No, I 'ain't goin*. I don't care where -b«. I'll stay right here in the road. Oh, dear me!'1 "Don't take on so." "I ain't got a thing left but jest my best cap here. I did get that out. Oh dear! oh dear! everything burnt up but jest this cap. It's all I've got left. I'll jest put it on an' sit right down here in uhe road an' freeae to death. Nobody'll! care. Oh dea**! dear! dear!" "Oh, don't Mis' Ely." Marg'ret almost rigid herself with the cold, put her hand on the other woman's arm. Justi then the roof of the burning house fell in. There was a shrill wail from the spectators. "Do come, mother," Sam begged, fcrhen they bad stood staring for a momment. "Yes, do go, Mis' Ely," said Marg'ret. I "You mustn't feel so." "It's easy 'nough to talk," said Mrs. Ely. "'Taint your house an' if'twas, you wouldn't nad much to lose—nothin' but a passel of old wooden cheers an' tables." "I know It," said Marg'ret.
Finally Mrs. Ely was started and Marg'ret hurried home. She thought suddenly of the children and the money. But the children had not waked in all the tumult, and the money was where she bad left it. She did not go to bed again, but sat over the kitchen stove thinking, with her elbows on her knees, until morning. When morhing came she had laid out one plan of action.
That afternoon she took some of her money, went up to Mr. White's store, and bought some Nottingham lace curtains like the ones her neighbors bad lost. Teey were off the same piece.
That evening she went to call on Mrs. Ely, and presented them. She had tried to think that she might send the parcel anonymously—leavolt on the door-step, but she could not. 'Twon't mortify me so much as 'twill the other way," said she, "an' I'd ought to be mortified."
So she carried the curtains, and met with a semblance of gratitude, and a reality of amazement and incredulity, which shamed her beyond measure.
After she got home that night she took up tho Bible, then laid it down. "Here
Oh, dear!" she groaned "I can't. Thi&re don't anything do any good—the laoe curtains, nor payin' fur 'em nor nothin'. I dun know what I shtU do.
She looked at the clock. It wtw trtroot nine. "He won't be gonQ frt/'said she. She stood motionless, thinking* "If I'm goin' to-night, I've got to," she muttered. Still she did not start for a while longer. When she did, there was no hesitation. No argument codld have stopped Marg'ret Poole, in her old hood shawl, pushing up tbe road, fairly rted on her line of duty. When she ot to the store she went in diiectly. lie heavy door slammed to, and the glass pannels clattered. Mr. White was no in ths store. He wail packing up .wuie goods preparatory to closing Marg'ret went straight up to him, and a package before him on the coun-
"I brought these—theae things back," taid she "they belong to yon
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is aaid Mr. White,
"Why, what wonderingly. "Some thinga I stole laat Christmas for the children." "What?" "I atole 'em."
She untied the parcel, and began tak Ing ont the thinga one by one. "They're all here hut the candy," aaid she "the children ate that up an' Aggie bit tbe head off thia pink cat the other day. Then they've jammed thia little horse oonsider'ble. But I brought 'em all hack."
Mr. White waa an elderly, kind-faced man. He aeemed slowly paling with amazement as he stared at ber and the
articles ahe waa displaying, "Yon aay yon atole thai "Yes, I atole 'em." "When?" "The night before Christmas." »1B ienry give lam to yon?" ••Dldn "No." "Why, I told him to," said Mr. White, slowly. "I did tho thinga np for you myself that afternoon. I nad aaen you looking kind of wiabfnl, yoa know, and I thought I would make yoa a preaent of them. I loft thorn on tho counter when I went to supper, and told Henry to tall yoa to take it, and I anppoae bo dkL"
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Marg'ret stood staring. Bar month waa open, bar bands were clinched "I dun know—what yon mean," aba gaaped oat at last.
I mean yon ain't been ataalitw modi as yoa thought yoa had," aaid Mr. Whito. "Tot jait took yoor own ban-
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lZ* than to speak to him kindly, yet the moment higher notch
Imever kin be." The scheme which Marg'ret had laid to confront Mrs. White was never carried out. Her defiant spirit had failed her.
One day she went there and begged for work again. "I'm willin' to do 'most anything," said sho. "I'll come an' do your wash In', or anything, an' I don't want no pay."
Mrc. white was going away the next I day, and she had no work to give the old woman but she offered her some| fuel and some money.
Marg'ret looked at hor scornfully, I've got money enough thank ye," said she. "My eon sends me five dollars Home-Maker, a week."
The other woman stared at her with amazement. She told ber husband that night that she believed Maiv'ret Poole was getting a little unsettled. She did not know what to make of her.
Not long after that Marg'ret went into Mr. White's store, and slily laid some monoy on the counter. She knew it to be enough to cover the cost of the articles she bad stolen. Then she went away and left it there.
That night she went after her Bible. "I declare I mil read to.night,"inuttecfld she., "I'ye gpid for 'eto." She stood eysng it. Suddenly ahe began to c0.
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Courtesy Toward Dumb Creatures. It is really pitiful to see bow eagerly these little captivcs respond to a word or an attention. If a stranger speak to them or notice them, they will remember him, and tho next time he comes will call to him, try in every way to attract his attention, and be madly happy if he gives it A certain house where I visit has placed in a delightful spot alarga cage with a greaf pink cockatoo in it Now, I am never greatly attracted by parrots and cockatoos, but 1 can no more go into a room and not speak to tho bird, or tho dog, or the cat, than I can ignoro the child. Although I have never petted that bird, never done more a am a to
not notioo him he will in a few moments scream to mako mo do so. At another houso on my list of visiting places a digniQod old cat, the pet of tho household, will at once leave his comfortable cushion, though lie is well on in years and likes his comfort, and come to mo for a word and a little patting. Instances like theso might bo multiplied almost without end to show how other creatures, as well as dogs, remember their frionds and like to be spoken to. Therefore, I say, givo them that pleasure talk to your pets observe wheu they are happy and when uneasy take a personal interest in them.—Olive Thorne Miller in The
"1 wonder how it is that Lawrence Barret always :keeps bis voice so clear and resonant?" "Why I suppose, like every other sensible man, ho keeps supply of Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup."
Rheumatism had had bold of me for two or throe years. I tried Salvation Oil it quickly gave me relief, and I have not had it since. WM. CLAKK.
THOUGHTFUL SANTA CLAUS.
"I'VE traveled through the slcct and snow, Across the country high and low, To fill the stockings small and
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A WORD OF WARNING.
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The BUYERS' OUIDB Is issued Maroh and Bept^ each year. It is an onoy* jdopedia of usefa! Inform mation for all who purcbase tbe luxuries or tho noioMlUe* of lift.
oan olotbe you and furninh you t?tlb all tho noocssary and uftftftcesr&t'y appliances to ride, walk, dat:ce, nlcep, eat, fish, hunt, work, go to church, or stay at home, and in various siees. styles and quantities. Just figure out what is required to do all thoso things COMFORTABLY. and you can make fair estimate of the value of the BUYX3M8' GUIDE, which will be sent upon receipt of 10 cents to pay postage, MONTGOMERY WARD A CO. 111-114 Michigan Avenue, Ohioago, IlL
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