Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 25, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 December 1897 — Page 5

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CHRISTMAS CAROL.

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Ye nations hear the utory— Today ye are redeemed, Mado heirs with Christ in glory!

Bring out the silent harps And tone them all anew. Then sing till angels stand amaxed— A Saviour's born to yon.

Hoeanna! Hoaanna!

Twaa shepherds told the story— The star bad led the way To a manger filled with glory. Ring oat, ye Christ maa bells I Death's power hath passed away,

And heaven rings with this glad theme Man is redeemed today.

Hosanna! Hoeanna!

Let heaven and earth repeat. Join seraphim and chenib Is homage at his feet.

Let song of saving grace. With angel's anthem vie, For unto Ood the sweetest sound Is a redeemed one's cry.

Bring roses, sweet rosea)

For unto yon is given A ransom from the grave, A passport into heaven.

Swing wide, ye pearly gates! Let anthems have full sway. The King of Glory left his throne Upon that Christmas day. —William

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Sheffield in Brooklyn Eagla.

UNDER THE SOUTHERN CROSS.

It was about 4 o'clock on Christmas eve and business was over as I closed my desk and rose with a weary yawn There was little in my surroundings to remind me of the day, no frost on the windows, no snow on the ground outside and no sharp bracing cold in the air. Tho windows were as wide open as they could be, and the steady swinging of tho "punkah" overhead was all that kept the room from being stiflinglj hot and closo, for the office was situated somewhere about latitude 14 north, in the faraway Philippine islands, where the great, beautiful flowers have no purfume and the wonderful birds nevei* sing, where the southern cross glitters over tho land at night and tho great dipper is upside down and the stm sets within two minutes of a quarter after 0 all the year around.

So 1 had before mo about two hours and a half of daylight, and I was trying to decide whether to utilize it by riding out to the tenuis club and having afternoon tea, or walking to the park to hear tho band play and seo the Spanish dignitariea Tho native clerks in the outer room had dusted up and «4iow came gliding in with bare, splay toed feet, like black headed ghosts in their white clothos, to bid me "buenas noohes" and a happy Christmas, and incidentally to roccivo each his holiday gift of one or perhaps five big silver dollars, according to his station, from Jose, the half breod chief clerk, who on the strength of his dignity and of his spoaking a little English kept, his shirt tucked inside his trousers aLVl wore embroidered sandals, down to little Nito, the errand boy, hardly more than a savage of tho wildoniesa Tboy had the "Christmas feeling" anyway, and associated it with the mercury's ranging from 80 to 105 degrees, as we New Englanders do its rambling from zero to freezing.

Tho last "muchas graoias, senor," had been said, and the last olerk glided out, and tho gray headed old "ptuxkah oooly" was stealthily watching to see me take up my jacket, the signal for his departure, when the tramping of unmistakable and evidently stout boots sounded without, and with a prodigious crash of the screen door there entered into my sanctum,stalwart Captain Hale of the good ship Monhogan, arrayed in snowy linen and orowned with abroad pith helmet, acoompanied by stout and jolly Mrs. Hale, carrying a big basket and a brown gingham umbrella, with her cheerful face beaming from the dopths of a real old fashioned suubonnet. "Good evening, sir," they both tallied out, and Mrs. Hale added: "Wish you a merry Christmas, Mr. B. My, ain't it hot I" subsiding into tho bamboo chair which I had placed for her under the punkah, with a "pica, hombre" (faster, man), to old Pedro, tho cooly, who redoubled his efforts with a disapproving grunt (Jood gracious, Mr. B.," exclaimed Mrs. Halo, "don't, for pity's sake, make that poor old feller work so this hot day on my 'count. Stop it," shaking her umbrella vigorously at Pedro, who took this for a signal to go faster still, and tho big fan Happing madly back and forth till 1 called, "Despacio" (gently).

The Monhogan had been in the bay for a month past under charter to me for Boston, and was now cleared and ready to sail tho next day I had spent many a pleasant hour on board with tho captain and his wife, rejoicing in the homelike feeling it gave me to hear their good old Yankee forms of speech. The very sight of their healthy faces, browned by the sun in many seas, did me good in my weary exile, and their presence seemed to diffuse an atmosphere of the bree*y pines and wind •wept shores of Maine. And how good their primitive, shipboard food was after months of awful Spanish oooked dinners on shore!

And now the sound of their hearty voices seemed to give the earthquake rent, dingy walls of the old office building a pleasanter aspect "You see, Mr. R,° said the captain, "we kinder thought we'd drop in and give ye the good wkhet of the season fore goin round to do mr Christmasin. Fact is," he added, smiling, "the old lady oaa't get on without celebratin Christmas, no matter where she is, and she's always bound to give tome present* to

folks. If we're at sea, she gives 'em to lay crew, and if we're in port like this she hunts up poor folks and gives 'em words of counsel and advice. to 'em, heathens and alL Ain't that so, We stopped at last before a miserable mother?"

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thexas, that don't make a bit of difference. It's Christmas jest the same, whether they know it or not, and it tickles 'em jest as much to get presents, and me to give 'em. And you're jest the same, John. You know you be." "Well, I don't know but what I be, Maria," acknowledged the captain, and they went on to tell of their queer experiences while "Christmasin" in out of the way Chinese and African ports with chuckles and peals of laughter that set Pedro grinning by force of example, though he couldn't understand a word. "And speakin of that, Mr. B.," said Mrs. Hale, "I thought maybe I could make it a little more like Christmas to you and them other young men here away from their own folks, so I made you this." And with that she extracted from her basket the very grandfather of all Christmas plum puddings—the first one I had seen for three years. "Maybe 'tain't jest what you'd get at home," She said, holding it out with both hands While the captain towered beside her, six feet of genuine delight at my surprise, 'cause I didn't have just the right flxin's, but I guess it'll go down pretty welL There, take it and don't bother to say one word." And I knew the kind old soul saw that for the moment I could as easily have flown as uttered the thanks I felt "Trust the old lady to know what boys like," said the captain. "We had a boy once ourselves. He'd be jest about your age now," he added in a lower tone, glancing at his wifa ,' "We've got him now, John, as I've always said and always will," said Mrs. Hale quietly, rearranging her basket

The captain went on in answer to my wondering look: "You see, our boy run off when he wa'n't more'n 15. He'd been kind of wild, as boys be, and I'm afraid I was a little harsh to him Anyway be went off without a word, and we ain't never heard of him since. I feel pretty sure he's dead, but mother here sticks to it he ain't." "And I'm goin to stick to it, John, till I know for sure." And then with a cheery smile at me: "It kind of does me good to keep lookin forward to seein Rufe again some day. Now, come along, John it's gettin late."

I slipped on my jacket, whereupon Pedro vanished, and accompanied the worthy couple down to the door of the building. On the stairs Mrs. Hale turned and whispered tome: "John talks as if he didn't care much about Rufe's goin off, but now he really does, Mr. B. II he could find our boy, 'twould take ten years off his age and mine too.

I did not doubt it, and I refrained from saying that I thought it would probably add ten years to Rufe's if he could realize the sort of mother and father he had left so many years ago.

So I bade them good night, promising to see them in the morning and with hearty thanks for their thoughtful kindness, and watched thom as they trudged away toward the native quarters, their sturdy figures towering above the motley crowd of natives and Chinamen who thronged tho narrow street and filled the air with their uncouth gabble.

I sent my groom home with the precious pudding, and, mounting my pony, threaded my way around to the English club. There I found McGregor, the old Scotch doctor, standing in the doorway and amusing himself by tossing coppers one at a time to a crowd of lame, halt and blind beggars, who as each coin fell instantly became an appalling tangle of skinny arms and legs. "Hello!" said he as I drew up. "I was just coming round after you. "Sulu!" (get away) to the beggars, who were plucking at various portions of his raiment, and, like metamorphosed Oliver Twists, asking for more. "Aren't you acting American consul just now?" he inquired.

During the temporary absence of the oonsul I had undertaken his not very arduous duties, being the only other American resident in the place. "Well," continued the "medico," "I have a follow countryman of yours very bad with fever down in Malacanan (native quarter), a sailorman, only just out of the Spanish jail for thumping a guardia (policeman) last year. 1 have my doubts of his lasting long, and you'd better come down if you will."

Of course I would come, consul or not In these hidden corners of the world any one in trouble, vagabond sailor, "beachcomber" or unlucky clerk out of employment is as sure of help from more fortunate fellow conn try on as if he were in his .native land—surer perhaps, unless ho happen to be a Chinaman, in which case his friends let him die unmolested and then pay the expenses of burying him in China, a backhanded sort of philanthropy, very characteristic in John Chinaman.

So the doctor jumped into a public carriage and rattled away toward Malacanan, while I followed on my pony, leaving the beggars to philosophically squat down around the club doorway and resume their everlasting wail of "Charity, for love of heaven, charity!"

Poor old McGregor's story was a sad one. Long years before, as a young man, he had oome to the Philippines on a pleasure trip with his wife, and here die died suddenly of cholera,'that terHble scourge of the east, which thai was claiming its victims by thousands, and for 20 years the doctor had never left the island where she lay, among the tall palms in tine little English cemetery on Santa Ana hill But many other* had reason to bless the oause that kept Dr. McGregor among them. From the proudest Spanish official in his palace to the humblest savage in his bamboo bat the doctor's time and skill were always at their servioe. And many a youngster fresh from home had been saved from going wrong in that land of wild and lawless life by his kindly

hut on the outskirts of the town, and

Mrs. Bale nodded. "Tfeafa a feet, giving the pony in charge erf a pwsing father." she »id "Whr, 'twouldn't festive I followed the doctor in. TheinSTthelmstmitoiikeSristoias if I trior was dark and companuively cool couldn't give presents* whether I be An old native woman, like a grotesque home in Boothbay or not As for he* [l»W was s^aatting on the

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floor beside a heap of "nipa" leaves and pieces of matting, on which lay a white man, tossing, turning and babbling with delirium, in the full grip of the jungle fever—a young man evidently, his once powerful frame, fearfully reduced by illness and confinement, covered by the ragged and grimy shirt and trousers of a sailor. He became quieter as McGregor raised his head and drank the medicine given him, but began muttering again as the doctor laid him down. "He was a wee bit more rational this afternoon," said McGregor, "and told me a bit of his story, but he couldn't or wouldn't tell his nama I found him just outside on the grass j^pd brought him in here for want of abetter place." "Was there nothing in his pockets?" I asked. "Nought but these," showing a few centimes, at which the old woman glared greedily. "He may oome to his senses a bit soon. Ye'd better bide awhile." "Is he past hope, Mac?" I asked. "Can't we do anything—take him to a better house, I mean?"

The doctor shook his head. "If we could get him up north now, I'd say he'd get well with the constitution he has. It's the heat at the place that keeps him down. The poor lad's made like one of our a in collie dogs—strong and well in the cold, but when taken by fever in this climate—whishl burns up like gunpowder."

It was terrible to see one of my own race dying thus in the lowest degradation, like a wretched savage, nursed by an ignorant old barbarian only for the sake of the money she knew we would give her, more terrible as time went on, and the poor parched lips never ceased their childish, unintelligible chatter. Oh, for a bit of ice or anything to cool that burning forehead 1 But nothing is cool there, nothing but death. -1

So we sat in silence, I with my hel met fanning the flushed face, so drawn and haggard, which must have been Btrong and handsome in health, and the doctor ever and anon raised the heavy head with the gentleness of a woman and gave medicine, while the old hag crouched in a corner and mumbled to Herself, wondering if when the man was dead she would get a whole silver peso or not. Outside the brown people chattered and laughed in their freedom from care, now and then peering in with curious face3 and running away with fresh shouts. Their turn might come next, but little they cared. The present was theirs for enjoyment of life. Never mind tomorrow.

Suddenly the tumult seemed to increase and concentrate farther down the road. Then it began to approach, the screams and happy laughter of children mingled with the clearer tones of a foreigner's tongue, and as the crowd reached the hut I suddenly heard a familiar voice saying: "There, little boy, don't you be so greedy. Let that little girl have some. Ain't it nice, John, to see how they enjoy it?"

McGregor looked up in wonder, and I rose and went to the door. There I found Captain Hale and his wife, surrounded by a perfect horde of delighted children, he tossing coppers about from a canvas bag and she distributing candy, penny whistles and numerous odds and ends from her huge basket, both their faces perfect pictures of the honest pleasure which changed to such profound amazement at the sight of me that for a moment a combined assault by the native infantry on their basis of supplies was almost successful, only prevented by a vigorous use of the captain's bamboo stick and Mrs. Hale's gingham umbrella.

I started to explain why I was there, but before I finished Mrs. Hale, with an exclamation of. "Why, the poor fel lowl" gave her basket a whirl which sent its contents flying in every direction, thereby creating a scene of riot which those peaceful tropic shades had never witnessed the like of, and then trotted straight into the hut, follows, by her husband, who bent his tall forn. nearly double to enter the door.

The doctor rose and bowed with oour tesy of 50 years ago as the motherly old lady bent down by the sufferer's side, crying: "Oh, the poor, poor fellow' Just see him, John!" 1 moved in from the doorway, and the light of the setting sun fell on thi invalid's face, and suddenly a cry went up that rang through the tiny hovel and far above the noisy clamor outside —a cry from the depths of a mother'* heart: "John! Father! It's our Rufe, our own boy! Oh, Rufy. Rufy, after all these years!"

Step out softly, kind old doctor Gome with me and watch the sun go ing down in all its tropical glory behind the great volcanic range, if you can see it for 1 cannot It is all a blnito me. But 1 can see this—a noble ship at anchor in the bay with all sails bent ready to sail tomorrow and bear away from this burning land one fever stricken to the cool breezes of the open sea and sure recovery under his own moth ear's care

And hark to the bells of vespers this Christmas eve as they ring the warning from church and gray cathedral, of tho glorious word they will tell tomorrow to men of every faith and creed. "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good will toward men!"—Charles Bryant Howard in Short Stories.

Wbm tl»« Earth ts Dead. How ebnrieM ts the wind that The hilts of Galllse. Where, mernrariem, the Jordan crwpw

Down to tiw deep Dead

O'er barren rocks the dead vine* trail And fay dead tendrils ding. And on the hill sad ta the nit tthrn a no breath of sprung

9be dyiag glance of Chrtst the Ring Seams to have staid and stilled The vote* of every living thing

Where Christ the King mat killed

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Hare long since passed away. And all about jeratselem Tbe earth ts deed today. —Cy Vinos In K«w York Boa-

Miss Eleanor Dixon.

The subject of this sketch was born in New Brunswick, where her father, James E. Dixon, was collector of the port of West Isles. As a child she recalls the naval and military officers en-

tertained in her father's home, and in the conversation of these often brilliant men she found food for many fanciful and delightful conjectures in regard to the outside world.

When fortune turned and she felt that she should take care of herself, she began to teach school in New Brunswick. That was poorly paid, and she became a court shorthand reporter in Maine. Under this arduous work her health failed, and she spent some time in Florida. While there she began writing letters to various northern papers. These were well received, and since that time, encouraged by her success, Miss Dixon has continued to contribute letters, short stories and articles on political and social subjeots to magazines and periodicals. Her first appearance in the book world is as the author of "Keeping the Watches," a novel which has received high advance praise.

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New Trimming.

It is a pretty fancy to have cloth and other thick wool gowns trimmed with ruffles of mull, though unless one sees them together one might think them as far from blending as oil and water. Instead of that we find some of the best of the new effects in the handsomest oostumes wrought so. Black silk mull, accordion plaited, with a white silk mull gathered ruffle above it as a neck trimming, was especially pleasing. The ends of the two were turned downward at the front and held in a sort of cravat shape by a knot. A wide, sash made of black grosgrnin silk had a narrow gathered ruffle all around it of white silk muslin.

T. P. Anthony. Ex-Postmaster of Promise City, Iowa, says: "I bought one bottle of 'Mystic Cure' for Rheumatism, and two doses of It did me more good ttaau any medicine I ever took." Sold by Jacob Baur, Seventh and Main Sts., Cook. Boll & Black, and all druggists in Terre Haute.

/A- $ioo. Dr. E. Detchon'B Anti Diuretic May be worth to you more than $100 if you have a child who soils bedding from incontinence of water during sleep. Cures old and young alike. It arrests the trou bleat once. $1. Sold by all druggists in Terre Haute, Ind.

:y There Is Class of People .•! Who are injured by the use of coffee. Recently there has been placed in all the grocery stores a new preparation called GRAIN-O. made of pure grains, that takes the place of coffee. The most delicate stomach receives it without distress, and but few can tell it from coffee. It does not cost over as much. Children may drink it with great benefit. 15 cts. and 25 cts. per package. Try it. Ask for GRAIN-O.

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Don't Tobacco Spit and Smoke Your IJfe Away* To quit tobacco easily and forever, be mag netic. full of life, nerve and vigor, take No-To* Bac, the wonder-worker, that makes weak men strong. All druggists, 60c or II. Cure guaranteed. Booklet and sample free. Address Sterling Remedy Co. Chicago or New York.

Try Graln-O! Try Grain-O! Ask your Grocer to-day to show you a package of GRAIN-O, the new food drink that takes the place of coffee. The children may drink it without injury as well as the adult. All who try it, like it. GRAIN-O has that seal brown of Mocha or Java, but it is made from pure grains, wad the most delicate stomach receives it without distress. the price of coffee. 15c. and 25 eta. per package. Sold by all grocers.

Clocks, Diamond Rings, Silver Novelties, Cut Glass, Watches, and everything in the Jewely line for Christmas may be seen new and fresh at Leeds', 521 Main. Come early and make your selections.

The Rosy Freshness And a TdvsCy softaeas of the skin is iurariably obtained bv those who

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Special forms of suffering lead many a woman to acquire the morphine habit. One of these forms of suffering is a dull, persistent pain in the side, accompanied by heat and throbbing. There is disinclination to work, because work only increases a

This is only one symptom of a chain of troubles she has others she cannot bear to confide to her physician, for fear of an examination, the terror of all sensitive. modest women.

The physician, meantime, knows her condition,* but cannot combat her shrinking terror. He yields to her supplication for something to relieve the pain. He gives her a few morphine tablets, with very grave caution as to their use. Foolish woman 1 She thinks morphine willhelp her right along she becomes its slave I

THE ADVENTURERS I Pf II.B.MARRIOTT WA TSOIf is a thrilling story of a fight for a treasure concealed in an old castle in the mountains of Wales.

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A wise and a generous physician had such a case he told his patient he could do nothing for her, as she was too nervous to undergo an examination. In despair, she went to visit a friend. She said to her* Don't give yourself up just go to the nearest druggist's and buy'a bottle of Mrs. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. It will build you up. You will begin to feel better with the first bottle." She did so, and after the fifth bottle her health was re-established. Here is her own letter about it:

I was very miserable was so weak thatl could hardly get around the bouse, could not do any work without feeling tired out. My monthly periods had. stopped and I was so tired and nervous all of the time. I was troubled very much with falling of the womb and bearing-down pains. A friend advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound I have taken five bottles, and think it is the best medicine I ever used. Now I can work, and feel like myself. I used to be troubled greatly with my head, but I have had no bad headaches or palpitation of the heart, womb trouble or bearing-down pains, since I commenced to take Mrs. Pinkham's medicine. I gladly recommend the Vegetable Compound to every suffering woman. The use of one

bottle will prove what it can do."—MBS. LXJCY PEABLEY, Derby Center, Vt.

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