Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 26, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 December 1894 — Page 16

AT CHRISTMAS.

The kissing bough bedecks the *in Ob, so© how Daphne's blushes riael Without the whirling mowfiakm fall I And blind the bine of Daphne's eyes.

From out the holly peeps the red, To vio with SDapL.i. ,•urllng lip« Green boughs and deftly wed

By magic cf her finger tipa.

I Across war.j s-noe tho Are beam plays Tho wood evokes complaining sound— A requiem o'er th® vanished days

That strew sad memory's twilight ground.

Without the pasty weather din M&kce mournful music 'gainst the pane. Love's winter garden, bright within,

Be-ecboes summer's lost refrain. Oh, Daphne, sweet, the ebbing year Has flung you stranded on my breast. Together may our footsteps wear 1 he path that winds to Pilgrims' Bostl —Gentlewoman.

TIGG'S CHRISTMAS.

The snow lay shining over the moorland, and ouly one dwelling could be seen on all its vast expanse—a little cottage, old and gray. Travelers who passed over the moor often said, "How lonely the poor people must be who live there!"

Bat the cottage was a very nice one of its kind. Moss grew all over the roof, protecting it from the cold and wind. The chimney was broad and strong, and the roof, with its thatch of turf, looked In summer like green velvet covered with little red and yellow blossoms. At the end of the house was a tiny garden, where grew potatoes, oarrots and cabbages, and by the fence were poppies and roses. Upon a bank close by stood an aspen tree, and at the cottage window hung a little curtain. The whole place was very neat and clean.

The cottage and the garden belonged to Mother Gertrude, who lived there alone with a little boy named Vigg, whom she had adopted.

Early in the morning of the day before Christmas Mother Gertrude had started for the grocery in the viljage, which lay at a long distance over the moor. Tho sun was setting, but she was not at home yet, and Vigg was very lonely in the cottage, for there was perfect silence amid the vast snow plain, which was all that he could see. All day long he had not heard the sound of a single horse's belL

It is hard to tell how long he had been sitting there when he heard the bell of a horse dashing over the snow. He sprang to the window and looked eagerly out to see who could be coming, for he knew Mother Gertrude would not have any bells. The stars were lighted all over the heavens, and they twinkled and sparkled in the darkness of the night Far away there was something very black on the snow. It came nearer and nearer, and the bells rang out louder and louder. Suddenly a sled drove up to the cottage and stopped at the window.

It was a sled with four horses, and the horses were smaller than any ponies Vigg had ever seen. The little man who drove tbom had pulled hard on the reins to stop them, and they were jumping and rearing and making the snow fly in every direction. "Keep quiet, Rapp! Be still, Snapp! Natt, stand quiet! Latt, keep in your skin!" shouted the little man in the sled as ho jumped out and came to the window where Vigg was standing with eyes dilated with wonder. Vigg had never seen a man who looked like him, but then he had never seen many men. He was a little old man, just matching his horses in size. His face was full of wrinkles, and his whiskers were like white moss.

His clothes were of fur from head to foot, and in one sido of his mouth he held a pipe, while the smoke came out of tho other side. "Good evening, Pug Nose," ho said.

Vigg anawored, with some dignity, •'Good evening." "Oh, Mothor Gertrude isn't homo yet, and you are alone and have to be for a good hour yet Are you not afraid?'' "I am a Swedish boy," answered Vigg. Mother Gertrude had taught him that Swedish boys were always brave. "Oh, you are a Swedish boy, are you?" said tho little old man, rubbing his nose with his mittens, and taking the pipe from his mouth. 'Do you know who I am?" "No, said Vigg, "but do you know who I am?"

Tho old man took off his cap and made the boy a low bow. «"I have tho honor of talking to Vigg," said ha "You are the great fighter of tho country and lmve just put on your first pair of trousers. You are not afraid of the largest whiskers In the world. You are Vigg, and I an. Santa Clans. Have I the honor of being known to you?" "Ob, you are Santa Claus! You must be a good man!" cried Vigg. "Mother has often spoken of you. Of cotirso I know who you are." "Thank you for your compliment," laughed Santa Claus. "You can't toll much about me from hearsay. Will yot» go out with me for a ride?" "I would like to," said Vigg doubt-* folly, "but I can't, for mother is not boms yet* and if I am not here when •he oomes what would she think?" "You will b" home before she gets back," Santa Clans answered. "Come

dong,°

Vigg sprang out It was very cold, and Vigg was not dressed wry warmly. His little

sack

was very tight, and his

wooden shoes had mads holes in his stockings. Santa Clans looked the door «nd lifted Vigg into the sled, covered him up

with

iters

a blanket, blew some smoke

ont of his pip®, cracked his whip, and off they They were very soon far from the heath and came to a «, .rk wood. Mother Gertrudo had told Vigg about this wood. The trees cn so big an high that it seemed.to hhu

if the

wore on the boughs. Sronetimc* between the trunks of tho trees one could catch a glimmer of the lights

from other houses, At last Santa Claus stopped his team before a little house. "There area good boy and girl here and others who must have soma Q^xi§!?r mas gifts," said Santa Claus.

Then he went into the cottage, and Vigg went with him. The family were all gathered around the Christmas tree, and the father was reading from the Bible about the child Jesus, Santa Claus sli]!»d his presents inside the door without their seeing him and softly went .ck with Vigg to the sled. Then they started again through the dark wood.

After awhile Santa Claus stopped in front of a big building, from every win dow of which shone a bright light He found many presents for this house when he opened his chest, so many that Vigg wondered and marveled at them. There were braoelets, necklaces, veils and 'buckles and silk and velvet and gold and silver and all sorts of precious stones. "What are all these for?" he asked. "They are for fishes," said Santa Clans, with a wink. "For the young ladies to catch fishes."

Now they went to the king's palace, which was much larger than even the last fine house. "Here area couple of presents for the prinoe," said Santa Claus. "We will soon finish here, and then we will go to the great king in the mountain, and then home to Mother Gertrude on the heath."

Once more he opened the chest, and Vigg saw all the wonderful things he took out

Santa Claus and Vigg again mounted the sled, and away they went again through the dark wood. "Now we are going to see the mountain king," said Santa Claus.

Vigg was very quiet and thoughtful for awhile. Then he asked anxiously, "Is your ohest empty now?" "Pretty nearly," said Santa Clans as he put his pipe in his mouth. "You have presents for all the rest Haven't you any for me?" asked Vigg plaintively. "Oh, you need not be afraid I shall forget you," laughed Santa Claus.

Your present is at the bottom of the chest" "Oh, please, show it to me!" Vigg pleaded. "Can't you wait till you get home tomorrow?" asked Santa Claus. "No, no let me see it now," said Vigg. "There it is," answered his compan ion, turning around to his ohest and pulling from it a pair of thick woolen stockings "Is that all?" asked Vigg. "Aren't you glad to'have them?" replied Santa Clans. "You know there are holes in the ones you have on." "Yes, but Mother Gertrude could have mended them. You give the prince such fine things. I think you might have something pretty for me too."

Santa Claus did not say a word, but he laid the stockings baok in the ohest and blow long whiffs of smoke from his pipe and looked very thoughtful

No one spoke a word for along while, and Vigg's thoughts were full of envy. He was angry that the prinoe should have had such beautiful things, and only the woolen stockings were given to him.

Then they came to a great mountain, with a high, straight wall of rook, and Santa Claus stopped the sled and got out and gave an oat cake to each of the four horses, Rapp and Snapp and Natt and Latt Then, taking Vigg by the hand, he knocked at the mountain wall. It opened before them, and they went in.

They had taken only a few steps when Vigg became very much frightened, for the inside of the mountain seemed to be a dreadful place. It would have been as black as night but for the light which shone from the eyes of the snakes and toads which were crawling on tho walls and in the damp reoesses among the stones. "I want to go home to mother," said Vigg. "I thought you were a Swedish boy," replied Santa Claus. And Vigg did not say a word, "How do you like toads—that one, for instance?" asked Santa Clans after they had gone on a little farther. He pointed to a green animal which was letting on a stone, with its round eyes staring at the boy. "It is dreadful!" faltered Vigg. "You had the toad brought here," replied Santa Clans. "Do you see how puffed up he is? That is from envy. You see you wished that yon had the prince's gifts and didn't like the present I gave you. A snake or a toad comes here for every bad thought that enters into any one's heart" "I am very sorry," said Vigg. "It was very naughty and ugly of me, and I am ashamed."

They went on and on, through many crooked roads, deeper and deeper into the mountains. After awhile it began to grow lighter, and at last they turned a corner and came into a grand halL The walls were made of mountain crystals, which glittered brilliantly in the light of torches held by innumerable dwarfs, who were ranged around three sides of the great hall. The light shin* ing through the crystals lighted it with all the colors of the rainbow.

On the fourth side of the hall was the king in his golden chair, dressed in ermine and velvet, sprinkled with

precious

tones but his face was very grave and thoughtful Beside him sat his daughter, all dressed in silver gamse, most beautiful to look upon. She was pretty, but very very pale, and seeuied Jo be dying.

In the middle of the hall hung a huge pair of scales, and around the scales stood a great many dwarfs, laying weights now on one side and now on &e other.

In front of the king stood a great crowd of brownies from all the houses and cottages for miles around. They told the king where they lived, and] what they and (heir masters bad thought and said and done during the last year.

For every good thought and every good thing ol which they spoke the dwarfs laid a golden weight on one side of &e scales, and for every bad thought and every bad thing they laid a toad or a snake in the other scale, "Vigg," said Santa Claus, "that beautiful princess is very sick, and if she does not get out of the jnonntain soon she will die. She longs for thd air of heaven, and the sunlight, and the sight of the golden stars in the sky. She has been promised that she should see the starry heavens, and the angels, and be happy forever. She longs for it all, bnt she oannot leave the mountain until some Christmas eve when the soale of good deeds and words shall be weighed down to the floor, and that with the evil shall go up to the oeiling. You set now the scales are just even."

Scarcely had Santa Claus said this when he was summoned before the king. He had a great deal to speak of, and it was nearly all good, for he worked only at Christmas time, when people are almost always kind and friendly toward each other. The dwarfs laid many, many golden weights on the soale while Santa Claus was talking, and the side with them in it grew heavier and heavier.

While Santa ClauB was speaking Vigg was on pins and needles, dreading to hear his own name pronounced. When at last it came, he turned first red and then pale. What Santa Claus said about him and about the woolen stockings will not repeat, but the dwarf laid in the scale on the side of the bad things the dreadful toad that Vigg had seen in the stones. The toad was heavy, and every eye but that of Santa Claus was turned ppon the little boy. The king and the princess, the dwarfs and the brownies, were all looking at him. Some of the glances were hard and severe and others full of compassion and sorrow, especially those of the beautiful princess, whose gaze was so mild and pitiful that Vigg oovered his face with his hands, for he felt bitterly ashamed.

Santa Clans told about poor Mother Gertrude on the moor—how she hod taken the little fatherless and motherless Vigg and oared for him, and how she made mittens and rugs and brooms and sold them to the grocer in the village in order to feed him how willing she was to mend his olothes and do everything for him how much she loved him and how little thought she had for herself, happy in his rosy oheeks and bright eyes and always ready to forgive even his disobedienoe how earnestly she prayed for him every night before she went to sleep, and how only this very morning she had walked alone over the snow to the village just to get a Christmas tree and other little things for him.

While Santa Claus was telling this the dwarfs laid heavy golden weights in the scale of the good things, and the ugly green toad jumped down and disappeared, and the eyes of the beantiful princess were wet with tears, and Vigg was sobbing.

Yes, he was sobbing in his sleep, and the grand hall, with its crystal walls and brilliant lights, was gone, and Vigg was lying on his little bed in the cottage on the moor.

The Christmas fire was burning brightly in the stove, and by the bed stood Mother Gertrude, saying: "Poor little Vigg! You had to be all alone here for along time with no light, but could not get home sooner. Now I have the candle for you, and such a candle as it is I And bread and ginger oake and another cake for you to give to the sparrows tomorrow morning. And see here," added Mother Gerturde, "here is a pair of woolen stockings which I have made for you for your Christmas present They are just what yon need, and here is a pair of leather shoes, so that you need not wear your wooden ones on Christmas day."

Vigg had long wished to have a pair of leather shoes, and they made him very happy. He looked at them from all 3, but he looked so muoh longer at the woolen stockings that Mother Gertrude thought he was looking for some flaw in her work. The truth was that they were exactly like those that Santa Claus had had in his chest, and they made Vigg very thoughtful.

He threw his arms around Mother Gertrud6's neck and said: Thank you, Mother Gertrude, for the shoes and the stockings, many times over for the stockings."

Now Mother Gertrude placed the pot on the fire and a white cover on the table, and the candle was lighted, and Vigg put on his now shoes and the woolen stockings. Sometimes he ran to the window and looked ont on the wide, snowy moor and wondered about last night how it was that he got home and when. Santa Claus had been very kind to him, and so was dear Mother Gcrtude, and Christmas eve was the most delightful time in all the world.—Romance.

Christmas Observance.

Properly or improperly, the observance of Christmas is well nigh universal in Christendom, even among those that ignore the anniversaries of our Lord's death and resurrection and of the desoent of the Holy Spirit There is suiothor curious fact, the celebration of Christmas has been oftener perverted than that of the other festivals. Various customs of heathen origin were connected with it in the middle ages, and these abuses led many of the English and Scotch reformers to oppose any celebration of the day. But as a festival in the household it has now become so dear to children that we must observe it—Rev. M. B. Riddle, D. D.

English Chrifttina* Customs.

In Er

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TERRE HATJTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, DECEMBER 22, 1894.:#S

comparatively modern

coatoms are almost identical with the Rnmftn feasts—to wit, the plight in wi old Cheshire farmers used to be at Christmas. At this season they were obliged to do their own work, for the servants were only engaged from Jan. I to Dec. 24, whfch plan gavn them a week's holiday. This they employed in flocking to the towns, where they spent their money in revelry. —Exchangei

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A CHRISTMAS

The Uiracfilniift Walking Stick at St. Joseph Took Boot anil Blossomed.

Thfcra is a legend interesting in connection with the custom of extending festivities from Christinas to Twelfth day, or Epiphany. According to tradition, St, Joseph, while passing through the town of Glastonbury, rested on a hillside. His walking stick of dry hawthorn he thrust into the earth, when it immediately took root and the next day blossomed. Every year thereafter it blossomed on Christmas day, which was Jan. 6, old style. This thorn tree had two trunks and grew to an immense size. Many singular instances related of it obtained general credence.

Once in Queen Elizabeth's time a Puritan, hoping to root out the superstition attached to it, hewed down tho larger trunk, but when he attaoked the other he was miraculously prevented from accomplishing his task. His ax slipped, cutting his leg seriously, and a chip flew up and put out one of his eyes. The severed trunk lay for years attached to the earth by a mere fragment of bark, yet it grew and flourished. Even after it was taken away and thrown into a ditch it continued to blossom, while the standing trunk, all cut and mangled near the roots, spread out its branches in a great oiicle and bloomed luxuriantly.

A long time afterward the second trunk was out down, but the shoots from it were said to be growing in many places, eaoh claiming to be the Glastonbury thorn. It is on record that when tho change of style was made in 1788 people were greatly perplexed, wondering on what day the Glastonbury thorn would blossom. A great crowd collected on Deo. 25, N. S., and finding no blossoms watched the tree until Jan. 6, the old Christmas day, when it bloomed as usual To allay the excitement this caused the old day was observed for awhile in many plaoes.—Now York Journal.

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Christmas Greens For the Churehes.

The most popular method for Christmas ohurch decoration just now is to have a number of gothio designs in wood, whioh can be worked out very easily with evergreen leaves and holly, producing an excellent effect. These frames have the advantage of lasting from year to year. Wire frames of different shapes and sizes are also used to some extent and prove very desirable because of their lightness, a large cross, heart or anchor of wire frame frequently going in places where a similar article worked on wood could not be placed. The scarlet berried holly, the dark green and shining leaved ivy, green blodm pots of evergreen shrubs and the red Virginian creeper have all been utilized latterly for decorating the churohes. Inscriptions by means of holly berries or in colored immortelles are also made, the latter being preferred, because some of the berries used at Christmas are poisonous, and children piok them up when they fall to the ground. Very thin lines of delicate looking green are carried from side to side so as to intersect each, other in squares, and the crossed trellis work thus,formed is dotted with flowerd.— Brooklyn Citizen.

The Holly and the Ivy.

From the earliest times green boughs have been associated as one of the outward expressions of joy, and repeatedly in the Bible do we find allusions to them, notably in Nehemiah, where we read, "Go forth unto the mount and fetch olive branches, and pine branches, and myrtle branches," to make booths thereof, and "there was very great gladness." Decorations may thus be claimed as deoidedl^Scriptural in their origin. The popular evergreens are rosemary, bay, laurel, holly and ivy, and in folklore we have many and frequent allusions to all of these. The hellebore, or Christmas rose, and the Christmas thorn, which flowers about this season, along with laurestina and arbutus, are freely used in English decorations. A very quaint poem tells of the claims of the ivy and holly for precedence. Popular opinion places the holly inside and tho ivy outside a dwelling.—Selected.

Jocular Christmas Gifts.

It will increase the joy and jollity of Christmas morning exceedingly if the children find that their elders have entered into the spirit of the time to such a degree that stockings of all conceivable sizes and shapes bulge with strange contents over the fireplace. The more amusing the gifts tucked away in toe and heel the more uproarious will be 'the mirth before breakfast The old trick of wrapping a pair of cuff buttons in multitudinous papers until they form a bundle as big as a potato will never fail to excite interest and enthusiasm. A jack in the box put in the stocking of a staid father of a family has been known to cause reminiscent chuckles of glee through a whole day, and the most amusing thing that Mark Twain ever said would pale in effect before the amusement caused by the mother's drawing a cream whip from her stocking.—Exchange..

Kriss KrIngle In Germany.

^Throughout the German fatherland prevails the belief in the Krist Kindlein, or Christ child, who rewards with gifts the faithful children who love their parents and believe in God. On Christmas eve each household assembles at dinner, and when the candles are lit the father of the family watches the shadows on the wall, for if any one should have hi* or her shadow obscured by that of another object that is to be unlucky. If the children sit down in odd numbers, that is also unlucky, and It will not do to fill up thenomter with either strangers or near relate Dinner bHu# over, the c!nut retire int a dark room atid fituat tho rrrcrT-*« they are $0 JSvui the open the 0 or and say, "The t'hrtet child has visited npon Which the children cutne forth to gaze upon their gift decked Christmas tree.—JNuw York World i1

The Yuletlde Log.

In the Black mountains at the present day, the custom of bearing home the yule log is still carefully observed in all its ancient detail The house father fells the chosen trees then he utters a prayer and carefully lifts up his log and bears it heme on his shoulder. His sons follow bis example, each bearing a log for himself. The father then leans his log up against the house, being very careful that the freshly cut end is uppermost the lesser logs of the other members surround it, and this is the Glavni Badnjak. As the house father places each

log

Christmas Thoughts.

Christmas is almost in sight and stookings are much longer than, they were last year. —Dallas News.

A praiseworthy Christmas decoration —lining the pockets of the poor with gold and silver.—New York Journal

Christmas comes but once a year, and when it does it sneaks up on every one unawares.—Chicago Reoord.

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