Greencastle Star, Greencastle, Putnam County, 17 December 1881 — Page 2

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Among the trJt-e of youth Tbere’s none »o T»vue »r«l yt t so dear Ae diet of good old Saule ( mis, Who lirtutfu ttu» children ChrUtiuaa cheer; ■e skim* 'hr r .*»j hi A fr ».ty sir, He AIIh the etocklxigK ji'i’g and white. He h’lnke M’lth.n the bearihstone’s glow. Laughs, and Is off into the night I am no child, and yet T love Above all s*inte old Santa Claus, For he has siunnercd down tome The oount'erw a*rc«' many lows; “ Do good’ is all hi a tcetanunt, “ He g.K>d is all that he cmmiands; He fills the stockings with the teeda. And leaves the fruit to human hu:.d* Oh dear, oh kind old Santa Claus! We know his moods and methods wall. But where was horn or w here doth Uva No man of many minds can toll; But once a year we hear tho sleigh. But i nee a year his chirrup c’onr : The good old boy, 1’vo found him out— He'a born near Christmas once a year. I pecj*ed one day—not o'er a roof, Nor in a chimney’s jawnin;' month. Where blasts ot Arctic current melt Before a warm wind from the south ; I neaped, with eye alert and keen. Into ■ far-off secret room. Where gathered silent, quaint-dressed men Within a strange and twilight g.ooiu. There was a table, io g and broad, Beailng a pot of shape anliaue. Over wh«'K« brown and rugged side Drooped long, dark shreds of old 1 f2$aff| Before ea« h quaint mau U> a pi;>o A yard, perl ap**, in long h nr m »re; A rooster crowed and each man tapped Hla long-stemmed pipe upon the floor. The long shreds faded into smoko, A blue aloud to Die ceiling soared, A subtle essence tiok.ed all The fuli-ripe noses round the tmard; It sdemed nh .f a pair • f eyes, Lack-lustre dim aud wltho’it gaze, Peered from their over-hanging brows Out of the shifting, dreamy haze. And thee before each quaint-dresred man As If by magic there appeared A glass of Hollands, sweet and white, That dewed cucli long and ►•eatn.ng heard. Two rows of eyes turned to the sky, Two rows of gurgles stlrrod the smoke. And with tho Kplrit thus endowed. Bt. Nicholas through the celling broke. And thua’B*. Nicholas was born Of fragrant Hollands ami the weed; Hs sped away, and from each man There car e s softly-sighed “ (i> d-spoa^ Then they, too, lett the dun, low room. And each one slowly went his way ; But if they knew what they hud done There’s uo man living that can say. For when at Christmas time the child Clasps arms shout his father's kuet. Old Santa Claus’ disciple says. *• Be sure, my dear. It was not me.” And this disciple is not dresst-d In old quaint clothes, with noes red-rlpo, Bor does be l*ear in either hand A glass of Hollands and s pipe.

home al Christmas, to be With }>apa anil mamma, and I had a foolish notion I could write.” “And you were disappointed, my pet. What a savage I must have seemed ! * “No ; I felt how foolish I had been, and I cried heartily, but I thought you good and kind all the same. And Gerald got home, too, and we had a happy Christmas after all.” I kissed her. “ But are you never going to write a story for my magazine again ?” “I do not know,” she said, arehly. “ Meanwhile, you can write ours, if you like.”

It is not surprising that we rejoice in the Christmas tret' ; that, when the leaves which reveled in russet and crimson and gold in the autumn have all disappeared, we should welcome, as a substitute, a tree whose perpetual green is only indicative of the eternal nature of the* sentiments which inspire its bein^. Divine or human beneficence planted it in Germany, where it illuminates every dwelling, and from thence it is now fast spreading over the civilized globe.

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Episode is in Editor's Life. I am an editor; ami one bitter cold morning, a few days before Christmas, in the year 18—, I sat as usual at my desk. Among the heap of menuscripts I was daily compelled to examine—many of them desultory, untidy and unstitched, defiant of spelling, subversive of grammar, and with neither beginning, middle nor end—was one, written on the softest cream-laid French white paper, in a childish ladv's hand, on lines winch had been carefully crowd afterward, ft was a little story of no great literary merit, 1 but there was an aroma of youth and of sweetness in every line. There was a i promise in it. It was like the light in the sky before the sun had risen on a fine day—an omen, a portent of sunshine and warmth, but no more. I put it down as if I hod touched tire jx'tal of a rose. There was a tiny scented note beside it—ot course full of italic : Hthk.ht, Orsi is, Pec. 1K7-. Deas Mb. Editok : I semi you »little story. I sm only Hi, end |>apa end memnm do not know anything elout it, but please tell me if it i be worth anything. I want it to be printed ; i I want to be’paid for it. It is not for myself, j though, but I want the money to give my ilfar | Uttle brother a nice Mtlr birthday present. I am, dear Mr. Editor, yours, etc.

Emilv .

Then came the address and the signature. The writing of the note was less neat and regular than the manuscript. But there was the same fragrance of 1 dainty youtli about it. I held it a long time in my hand. I am an old man, at all events middleaged, perhaps something more. My | beard is grey, my hair is grey, too. I hove no doubt, to the jcmirKHe dorm whom I occasionally meet I wear the look of Dickens’ patriarch, but my heart is younger than my appearance. Little distillations came, or seemed to come, from the paper I held. Had I been a Foster or a Home I might perhaps have divined the writer; but, oertes, it was with no common feeling of interest that I sat down and wrote my answer to the note. I returned the man-

i and fastened in a loose thick loop behind. The bright curls were so arranged as to reveal the ear. The ear and cheek were, I should rather say they are, like those painted by Leighton in his ! “ Painter’s Honeymoon. Need I say more of their ravishing loveliness ? But the pretty blue eyes looked as if they had cried a great deal, and there had been recent tears, for the eyelids were somewhat swollen. She wins not sad, however, for she played on the piano for the children and for me, their old godfather, to dance to, and sho joined with , us in a game of blind man's buff. When i tire children retired, she retired also. "What a charming person,” I said, “ She is most excellent,” said my friend. “ Although she Is so young, Miss is the bread provider of her family. Her father and mother have, according to the cant phrase, seen better days; in fact, they are people of good birth, and once hod a good fortune. , They have a son and daughter ; the son is a fine fellow, also. Both the sou and the daughter give the greater part of \ their earnings to their parents ; but the son has not been very fortunate. M.v little governess, she is oidy 17 (my children : are so young they do not require a prim regular governess), does more with her i salary, mediocre as it is, than her brother ! can do with his hard work. He is clerk i is a bank. ” “ And she helps him also, I sup-

! pose ? ”

I dare say she does, but I have never j inquired, for she is full of reticence and reserve on these points. I only know j she would set up all night and work like a horse all day to help both her parents and her broth’er. She is going home tomorrow ; but he, I fear, cannot afford the expense of the journey. The parents

live now in Scotland.”

“Could we not help him?” I said,

bashfully.

My friend smiled. Both brother and sister spent Christmas at home. My good fortune threw me a good deal

after this with my friends’ governess. Must I »uy that from that Christmas ev«

I was never heartwhole ?

The following Easter we were engaged, and before the Christmas eve which followed we were married. What an aim and a hope my life has now ac-

( quired !

j We have a little suburban bouse, and I leave my wife every morning to pursue \ my editorial labors, and return every | evening, forgetting my work and my | worries, know ing that the sweetest heart I and the fairest face 1 have over known await me in my modest but happy home. I never heard again from the author of the manuscript which had so much interested me ; and, truth to tell, had never thought of her since that Christmas eve. Two or three years have passed since then, and we have two babies. Such babies 1 I will not rhapsodise ; but if rosy flesh, and round contours, and lovely limbs can be called beauty, my girl and my boy would win the prizes in

any show of babies in the world. ,

Their mother is a Ways playing with become the chief aim of man to be the i them. 8he often puts her delicate, owner or the occupant of a home.”—i

•lender white hands under my baby Prof, David String.

girl’s foot, and the baby makes believe : •' What seems to be the greatest need to stand on it. W’hat a picture it is— 0 f 0 ur times is not so much an increase the pink toes, and the dent in the round „f wealth in our country, for the people little ankle, and the pearly iiisb p, hur generally have plenty, but rather do wo monize, yet contrast so gloriously with j Bome way of enjoying more what the taper finger* and the blue-veined I we already have. Wo need, not the enwliito of that flower-like hand. It is largemeut of our dominions, but cotill ke a rose-bud laid on a white camellia, golidation and unity among our many8he then holds up the baby-girl to me, j tongued and different populations, and I kisa it be ore I go. My 2-yeur- i Among the many possible agencies in old boy toddles after me ami gives nio j,; bringing about these results we should his chubby little band to bold till I R-et not overlook the observance of our great

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This Christmas tree is infinitely diversified ; it is large or small; it finds its way into the cottage and the palace ; it produces strange and sometimes very singular and dissimilar objects; but, whatever the size, whatever the place, whatever the fruit that is found thereon, it is always richer and for more beautiful than any other, for it is inspired by the spirit of affection and self-sacrifice, by that tenderness which is born of devotion to the interest and happiness of

others.

Seasonable Expressions.

The Chicago In ter-On an, last year, ca'led upon a number of prominent personsges for “Christinas Expressions" and received in response enough to till a halt dozen columns. From these we make

the following extracts:

“Whatever tends to make home worthy of the heart’s deepest regard, helps to com|H>se the best shape of human welfare. The homes of the peasantry of France have again and again come between that nation and ruin. Out of f those cottages have come, in hours of 1 need, men, money and morals. Christ-, mas is an annual exaltation of the fire- ' side, 'i’he festival pivOcds tu be in the J name of God, but . "e all perceive that it, is in the name of intm. It is not for j man as a statesman, nor ns a scholar or | soldier, but for man ns a being who sits ! by the fireside and eats at a (able along j with his loved ones. Each Christmas | should make the crusty old bachelors, nud these w ho imitate riches by lioardiug I in palace hotels, blush with repentance ' and abandon their narrow sphere of | existence. It is Li be hoped that all the papers and speakers, and all the fathers j and mothers, will so enlarge and glorify i this December feast, that at last it will

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to the door. And so we live. I could not help, as I sat at my labors s few days ago, recalling the picture of motherly lieauty and womanly loveliness I had left at home. How I wished all womanhood could tie typified thus ! As I walked up and down the room reading a scratchy, scrawly, manuscript, and fumbling over it in desperation, for the tiresome person who had sent it had by some ingenious carelessness mulcted it of its last page, my thought* flew far and wide, and, by some association I cannot attempt to explain, the pretty manuscript from the youthful writer who had sent me no more was recalled

to me.

Unconsciously the manuscript I held faded from my mind, and the other was present w ith me. I wondered what had become of her—had sho written mote ?—where, and how was she ? Every moment I became more and more possessed with this memory. 1 was so happy mvself that I felt for all

any

national religious holidays. It is there we forget our lines of parties and sects and come more fully into the life of I Americans and of our common Christian-1 ity, and into the broader love of man as man. In these public rejoicings we for- j get, for the time at least, our cares and our daily toils. The interchanges of friendships and gifts make us richer, in feeling at least, if not in fact, and after , it good feeling and good will gives life ft* real wealth and it* sweet charms. We need, as a people, more holidays; | more days of rest and rejoicing ; less of Striving and worrying to acquire wealth and more ability to enjoy what we have. All hail then to Christmas Day, with it* merry greetings, its joy in the homes, it* gifts to all; to tho young and old, and its love and its hope.”—Dr. II. 11’.

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youthful writer would achieve a

success. I even promised to print that identical manuscript if it were a little revised or corrected, and I pointed ont how it might be made available. I opened the window of my den after I had written my note. The weeds piercing through the flogs below had a lean dreary look than they had ever had before; b gleam of sunshine shone on them, and their frosty verdure borrowed something of Piociola brightness from it. I posted my letter and the manuscript to the adilress named, and went home, wondering if ever I should hear from the writer again. With that, however, all thoughts of the manuscript passed away. The

author was too timid to reply.

On Christmas eve I was asked as usual to dine with an old friend of mine at St. John’s Wood. He was a married man, with a pleasant, comely wife, and several small children, male and female. We

! dined en petit comite,.

“The children are not coming down I to dinner,” said my hostess, “ for they are going to give us a surprise after-

1 ward.”

! I bowed and was delighted, both at ! the anticipation of pleasure to come, I and of the privation for the first time of considerable present annoyance. I need not say I was then a bachelor, j When wo went up stairs after dinner, I we found the folding doors which dij vided the front from the back room

! closed.

They were opened after a while. The Christmas hymn was sung, and a German tree of the most brilliant splendor was revealed; on its branches w ere hung gifts worked and embroidered by the children for their parents. The three little girls and their governess had

done it all.

While my friend and his wife were embracing and thanking tho children, I had time to notice the goveruess. She . - j i ■ i • i WHS very young, almost a child herself. Greciicaslle, IlldiaiLL lAmaeeof bright hair was gathered up I in great waves at eac h side of her head.

nscript, but I wrote gently and tenderly, who seemed to Lave care and struggle I gave it a* my hope and my opinion I in their lives. I looked out the addr.-s*

that, with a little more care and study,

the

Typical Christmas Story Boiled Down.

It was Christmas Eve.

Streets—brilliantly lit shop windows— I toys—gay crowds—snow on the ground

to which I had written before, and wrote —everybody out—Christmas turkey,

to the unknown a few lines. I said thnl Jane Allah

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! time had passed < five years almost;, that | the youthful inexperience which had J prevented the paper sho had sent , from being accepted must now l>e cor- ^ reeled, and that I should be glad ovul | w illing to see anything else she nad writi ten, if she had written anything since ,

then.

Within a few days I had an answer, j The writing was in a feigned hand, quite 1 I unlike the round, hesitating, giilish | hand I remembered. The word< were, however, as sweet and innocent as the j first had been. The note ran as ftdlows : It is so good of you to remember me, but I I do not write auy more. I »m so happy. 1 ! have a dear, kind, good, noble bushand. 10b, 1 these womanly exaggerations, I thought, as 1 i sat in inv editorial chair.] And such dati ng ] liable* ! I wrote, for I wanted to help mv dear | ones, but they have been lietter heljwd by I others thuii I could ever have hoped to help them. Qod has given them a better friend j than I could tie. If you seek to know me, you shall do so. If, when yon go home, yon see a | woman with a rose in her hand, hold out yours.

| You will know me.

j I smiled at the romantic fervor of tlvie I reply, and a faint divure arose that my I wife and the writer of that letter should | know each other, and then I went on

i with my stupefying avocations. As I went home, I confess I looked

about for a woman with a rose in her i hand, but, as might naturally be sup-

posed, neither in cabs nor omnibuses j did such an apparition manifest itself. Ah J entered my own door I gave an

impatient shrug at the idea of having j been the subject of a foolish jest. But

whom did 1 see standing within the

I threshold of my home? My darling, i with her fair, child-like face and bright

hair; love, and joy, and youth crown-

ing her with a triple crown, and in her

1 hand was a rose !

“ Dear husband,’' she said, as I kissed [ her, “I think I loved you horn the moj ment 1 had your kind, indulgent, | thoughtful note. I hud written that ab-

I surd little story, for I smllv w anted a lit- .. , , j tie mopcv to.pay for. Gerajd’s return ‘bem as represented.

one wandered alone—crowd

—sweet, sad face, wistful eyes. Five years lief ore, James Goodygoody —Christmas Eve—betrothed to Jane— saih d away—ImRa—ship lost—never heard of--founded on coast of Africa. Jane held on to hope—never wonld

marry—pined away, etc.

William Badybudy—ricb, corrupt, dis-sipated-mortgage on Jane’s mother’s

bouse—foreclosure.

Away villain ! Rather poverty, crusts, *

etc.

Turned out of doors—homeless. Down by the dark river—Pier No. 8. j She was about to make tho fatal plunge, i In fact, Jane Allulone did. But just then the ship, with Captain James Goody- ! goody, which had not been lost at all, came sailing up to the dock, loaded to the water's edge with China, silk dresses and tea. Captain Goodygoody sam.Tauo struggling in the water." He’fished her out with a boat-hook and hauled her on

board.

“ My Jane!” “ My James !” The cook ikied her at the galley stove. They were married on Christmas.—At/a Californian.

The Christmas Trees of \e« York. Thirty years ago a man living among the Catskills cut a lot of evergreen trees, and loading three sleighs with them, took them to New York with oxen. He rented a strip of sidewalk at the comer of Greenwich and Vesey streets for $1, and soon i sold his greens. This was the first of the i Christmas green business in that city, i Now that strip of sidewalk rents for 8100, and there are 200,000 Christmos trees in the New York market this year, some coming as far as from

Maine.

Goodbar &■ 8on represent goods to be just what they arc, and guarantee

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