CAPITAL CITY COUKIKK, SA. l'UKD Y DECKMIHiR 19, 1U91
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RING, CHRISTMAS DELLSI
Within thu tmmcl eternal sky
Tlio Kat Star waits to ulorlfy
Kncli timid, oiinllt, nwy rny
Tlmt ushem In HioiouiInK dsyl
Wlillu Nlnht In tumlvrticss ) it dwells
Anrnr thn daw u, rlntf kott, yo bells
And tm--yo welcoming Christmas bttUt
Glow ct i far, thou heavenly gem
Ami holy Miir of llctlilvlictii;
Celestial hints lnvo brought the mum,
And unto us Is ' .mis bornl
Immnnucl, his 11:11110 cfccels
All p1m of peace) ring lowl. j 0 bells
Ami Inns yo Joyful Chrlstmna liellsl
With fuller light o'er HowcrliiK lands
And Mlnr scan and desert snuils
Tho sun pci-Muules Its uontlcst glow,
That ki each soul Ihodny may know I
From miio to rn 10 tho story . wells
In ftlKht of sour! clang on, yo bells
And pent triumphant, Chrlstmntilellat
At hutnblo doors nnd stately gates
With patient graco tho Christinas waits
IM each homo hloouin, Joy rcturnst
Wreathe holly whero tho hearth lire burns;
In lowly gulso tho day foretells
Its feast nnd cheer! Bwlngswlft, yo bells
Yo Rind, exultant Christum bells!
For Joyless hearts Hint nihennd mourn,
For lives with burthens overlmruc.
For wanderers gono sad ntray,
And nil who fnll bcnldo tho way
At stroko of sorrow's denthful knells,
May soino fence bol King 011, klnu bells
Ye gently hinging Christinas bcLVil
Let nil rejolro In enroling
Thnt sanctify each 0110 who sings;
KltiRout tho tldlliKs fnrnnd wldo
Yo templed bulls tho ChrUtmnslldo
Hath como ngnln, tho Christ child dwells
In every heart I Chlinu on, yo bolls
In prayers nnd praise, yo Christmas bellsl
lUniiurr MAXwr.t.trCo.NVKiisR.
S. GLAUS' LETTER.
11Y ASNIK 18AI1K1, WILMS.
C ' A " 8
cy C wt In his
penecuy
appoint-
cd library, UiioiikIi
whoso windows
cuinu u Hood of
sunlight, increas
ed by rutlcctlon
from dazzling
SUOWOIitsldo. Not
withstanding his
Hit rroti ml lugs,
how 11 vr, there
was n sad look In
his 111 110 eyes. Presently ho roused him
self nnd begun opening n pllo of letters
tlmt lay nenr. They were variously ad
dressed: "Simon Chilis, Ksq.," "Mr. Simon
Clans," "Hon. Simon Clans," and so forth.
Finally ho took up onu which horn In
boyish hand thu words "Mr. S. Clans,
Kh(.," nnd tho namo of tho city.
Tho letter ran thus:
Dkku Mil. S. C1.AU8-Kitty Is nwflo bnd.
this Is to tell you so you wood bring her n Rood
Chrlsmuss. Ifyouculd bring uotuethlng that
wood uinko her well Id llko It If not bring
somcthiiiR sho kin piny with to forglt laying
nt 111. There's n man kin euro her. Ho cures
spinel people. A lxy told me. ho lives on
ward St. Im roIur to earn cnuff tn pay him.
Yurcs truloy,
Jon Woittii:i.u V Ounnlson alley.
Mr. Simon Clans' preoccupation was
only slightly Interrupted by tho qiinint
letter, decidedly uiiiisiial in his business
mall. "I'll sen what the little woman says
about it," was his passing thought. Then
ho straightway forgot it, as ho had tho rest
of his mail.
Just then "tho lit tie woman" came softly
in. Shu was a complete contrast to
big, fair haired, blue eyed Saxon hiisbi
lielng putitu and graceful, with a head
sat like a lily on her slender neck, nnd
der brown ejus that were, llko h'
baud's, full of sorrow. She plncot' '
on thu arm of his chair, whllo 1.
sought hers with an unspoken quest.
"Thu doctors have gone," sho s
"They will le hack this afternoon."
"How Is slier" the man asked.
"Just the same. I wanted you to know.
She is very ill, Simon. I believe they have
little hope."
"I was cowardly to como oft here," he
said huskily, "hut I could not bear it. Oh,
ray hahyl Mynnly child! If money could
make you well!"
"We cannot depend on money now," said
ine wifoVfjrysweetlynudsolemnly. "Thcri
is but onu placo to look for help."
Thero was a short silence, and then tho
lady's wandering eyes caught sight of the
soiled paper lying in front of her husband.
Sho took it up and read it mechanically.
"That's a singular letter." ho said, as ho
saw her rending. "1 don't understand it."
Her woman's wit did.
"Ho was writing to the children's patron
saint of Christmas, don't you see," sho
said "Santa Clans? I wonder, now I think
of it, that you liavu never before hud let
ters intended for him. Probably because
the dears who writu them throw them Into
the chimney placo or do not put good
stamps mi thum, J ul see to this, but
come; let us go up stair t Margaret.
And," sliii added, leaning ovu- to kiss him
hufori) sho rose, "ut us liu mighty hopo
nun kiwi ior 1110 rutuip 01 mo consuitu-
w.
LiiO room which ttibv entered was an ex
quisite setting for tho jewel it held, tho
most precious 0110 In the wealthy mer
chant's possession his only child. Slid
lay like a llower among thu rose colored
hangings and furnishings, but no reflec
tion of their line could bring color Into the
palo face lighted hy largo brown eyes and
short gold curls.
Tlireu of her ton years had been spent In
pain, which instead of making her selllsh
had done tho very opposite, and sho was
cARer and loving with tho little services
sho could render, especially to the poor
whom her mother helped.
"Mamma," sho called, rw the parents
entered, "nru all the things ordered fur
Chrtstiniist"
"Yes, thirling."
"itolotlglsittlllChrtstmfts.marhmaP"
Hid little voice continued.
"A week, Margaret."
"I'm so glad It's hear," sho 'said, with n
happy sigh.
"Hero is a now perfiflh to help," the
mother snld, thinking to divert her. She
read Joo Worrell's letter.
Margaret was 'at, once deeply Interested,
nnd began to pltrti what they should send
toOGntmfs'o'h alloy.
"I'lii so "glad I can play Sautn Claus,
mnnun'n," shu said happily. "Don't you
reiije'i'nher I used to think wo wero some
relation to him? I wish some more letters
would como."
After sho had decided what to send Joe
nnd Kitty, her thoughts reverted to tho
letter.
"Papa, can't I have the doctor that the
boy told about?" she asked suddenly.
"Why do you want hlnif" tho father
asked. "Thu follow didn't say that he was
a doctor. I wouldn't think of It now,
dear."
"Yes, yes," she persisted. "I want him.
Will you nsk him to - '" A - ho, to
soothe the child, l,'
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SHE LAY LIKK A FLOWKK.
That afternoon thu physicians returned
10 say they could do no more for the child.
The spinal trouble must, sooner or later,
ud hei ife, fortliere was no remedy known
to thoi.i The family physician went up
to say good afternoon to his little patient.
"Goodby, Or. Montague," said Margaret
"Will you care very much If I hnvo an
other doctor? I'm going to get ft new otic,
tnd he will cure me." The parents started
it her confident words, and Mr Claus fol
lowed tiio physician outside to tell hlin
how it was "I had to promise, in order to
quiet Margaret. If she forgets, I shall not
remind her," he said.
"Sho will probably not forget," replied
Dr. Montague; "and, my friend, if I were
joii, I'd do whatever sho asks. Only keep
1110 Informed."
"When did you send the letter, Jonf"
"Two days ago, Kitty."
"Dlil you put a real true stamp on Itf"
"Yes, and dropped it In the post box.
It'll go all right, Kitty. Don't worry or
you'll make your head ache."
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"IT IS MY OnKAM."
"Well, I won't." said thu child patiently.
"I liavu to go out now," continued tin
boy. "It's tlmu for my route "
They kissed each other, and then the
twelve-year-old departed to sell evening
papers, whllo thu atllicted eight-year-old
tried to go to sleep to pass away the time
until the older sister and head of the fam
ily should come.
Number 1) Gunnison alley was always
cheeiless in cold weather, and thu top Hour
buck was especially cheerless, for Mary
Worrell was out sewing uvery day, and
had to do her own housework at night.
There was little llru in tho stovu this after
noon; tint stove needed blacking and some
ashes had fallen out over thu hearth, Tho
principal article of thu scanty furniture
was the bedstead on which Kitty had lain
for two years.
Kitty couldn't remember a titnu when
they had not been piMir at the best, hut
since they hud U-eu orphans they hud
fallen gradually down, down in thu mat
ter of comforts, and even necessities.
So-m after.Ioti went, Kittv heard a knock
"Who's the- ." ...... called.
The visitor, no taher than Mr. Simon
rj- m - is-
I JfTO
f'jj)i, vmiiiiilm'H""""1' '- ""'"'iniDlDllJir
yfy of(jujntjlfyutSoM
llil?jtory lonj ago war .,
Argelr canq m chorur v7her
(hildr?rJing todiy.mchoru;
Jtill th? ckiUren love to lw tk
(hMit wy nowaj tnglj cuantcd
Cnou1irq&ccoijrth;Moo(iwin
J J ' tonwn?
Claus, replied: "A menu, uo joo an
Kitty Worrell llvo lieref"
"Yes, but tho key Is in Mrs. Mulllns'
room nt tho end of tho hall. I'm locked
In."
When Mr. Claus had let himself in shu
iookcil up nt him without fear, tho excite
ment of 11 guest making her cheeks Hush.
"So you're keeping liouso alono today,"
husald.
"Yes. I do everyday, most, and they
lock iiiu In because I can't get up and walk.
They're afraid soinolsxly might como In
that, shouldn't."
"Why can't you walk?" ho asked.
"Well, you see, my back aches all tho
limo and my feet don't go right. Once 1
' II, and most over since I havu had it lame
hack. Hut Joo knows somo 0110 that can
cunt mo."
"Ah, yes; I came especially to seo Joe.
Where is ho"
"Out selling papers. Hu'll como by and
by. He's awful good to mo ami Mary.
Mary's my big sister. Shu's out to work,
lou's going to save all thu money ho can to
get that doctor. And I guess I'll tell you
11 secret," she went on. "Joowroto to Santa
(flails nnd asked him to bring mo some
thing for Christmas. That isn't any harm,
Is iU Don't you believe lie's glad to hear
of little girls that want presents?"
"Yes: I know ho Is," replied Kitty's
guest, greatly touched.
Whon Mary Worrell returned the stran
ger told her quietly what his errand was,
received the needed direction and departed,
Hot puttlnglnto Kitty's thin hand a purse
that Margaret had sent. Sho could not
wait until Christmas to begin playing
Santa Claus
The IxMiIgn fsrr of a middle aged man
was bcudluK over a child wuo lay pros
tratu in a sumptuous room. Shu was look
iug up at him as lie touched her bod) gent
ly, a world of faith in her great brown
eyes, It was littlu wonder his mild et
strong countenance Insplied Iter couli
deuce. Thu face was all shu saw, hut
her watchful parents had begun to hope
that hero wits 11 helper Indeed, for they
noted tho scientillo way In which thu firm
hands dhl their work and thu keen ques
tlons which showed his complete kuowl
eilgu of the disease to ho treated. And yet,
when Mr. Claus found him, the man had
said: "I am not u physician, but only a
physician's aid. I help thoo whoso bodies
are helpless merely by Hiving them out
ward support J'
Thu group in that lovely room formed a
plctuic, and the growing hopu In the par
ents' faces becaine joy as 1 hey heard him
say presently, "I believe shu can bo cured;
but It will taku a long time, and I will
only aw in ?nnectlnn with your regular
physician."
The uhll'i'ft liiiiic was triiimpiiiur.
"Didn't I ',!! you so, minimal' And ho
liMsUlire Kitty too"
Then she told 1 ( geiitleiuan of Kitty,
and how thu poor cl !!S Illness hud been
the menus of their Ji-'-inug about him, and
lie agreed to go at once to Gunnison alley
toii.vainlnu Kitty, as .Mr. Claus lequestcd
him to do,
"It Is Christinas eve," cried Margaret.
"Tell her you came from Santa Claus, for
you really do, you know, bemuse I am
playing Santa Claus Ibis year. Hut"
her oIce grow very tender "it isn't truly
tNiutu Claus at all; it's tho Christ-child,
he puts it into our hearts, you see, and I
want you to tell Kitty about him, will
you? Because I can't go. I don't think
she's so well acquainted with him as shu
Is with Santa Claus. They havu thu Christ
child in Germany on Christmas, and I like
It lH-tter than Santa Claus."
Well, "Dr. Good," as Margaret chose to
call hint, though he wasn't a doctor and
hi iiaiuo was plain Mr. Gnodsull, went to
0 Gunnison alley and made a favorable re
port of Kitty's case also. And so touched
was he by Margaret's request that ha did
not forget to tell his now patient about her
and thu story of the Christ child.
After he had gone another knock sur
prised thu Worrells. This tlmu a colored
man came "with Mr. Santa Claus' compli
ments, and he wasn't feeliu able to get
round to Gunnison alley, but would they
accept these, with his best wishes and his
particular lovu to Miss Klttyf"
"These" proved tn ho more things than
can bo described, Kdlhlcs, of course,
some wonderful toys for Kitty, a soft
afghan and down pillows for iier lx-d and
another purse, not at all liku that tho
..trance gcill'-uiaii had given her, but
tillilouM well lllled.
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The spirit of Christmas was hovering iu
thu air that night, fop In thu inhlst of Joy
ous gift making In richer homes, thu ring
ing of Christmas Im-IIs In towers and
steeples and thu remembrances fur child
hood throughout thu world, some good
angel found time to bring a dream to
weary, happy Kitty. Sho saw not Santa
Claus hut a beautiful child, who held out
hands full to overflowing with gifts and
blessings, saying, "Tho Chrlst-clilhl sonds
them."
A year passed It was ChrNtinas eve
again, and then" was an air of expectancy
noticeable In Maty and .lou Worrell as
they moved about their bumble home.
Kitty was toif engrossed In a picture book
to sen it. She w;t In a reclining chair Mr.
t'laus and his w Ifo had spaied no pains to
make her comfortable and was so interest
ed that shu uover heard the rattle of wheels.
Joo left 1 ho room ami went down to help
If needed. There was a sound of people
climbing the stairs; a vision of loveliness
with golden hair framed In the soft white
of Moating feathers and downy furs; then
a rosy faced liiald placed a child before thu
door and stepped to onu side. Joo leaned
from the other and gave a sounding knock.
It was part of thu pin- l'i . -hen Itopuned
Kitty should see no one but ... irgaret, her
friend and lencfactor, who had erownable
to go out and was roine to see her for the
llrst time.
Mary threw tho door wldu open, and,
smiling, Margaret stepped forward, her
bands full of packnges. Tho liguru In thu
chair looked up, and never noticing the
slight limp and bent back, results of the
disease which time would cure, gavo it
glad cry.
"It is my dream, my Christmas dream,"
shn said. "It Is the Chrlst-cl.l'd."
"No, dear, It Is Margaret," said Mary
g"iitly, with tears In her eye.
"I saw it just as plain," Kitty went on,
"and I never forgot how It looked. Aro
you suro tills is .Margaret!"
A merry l.iugli from thu child herself
settled tho question, and tho two little
friends went straight to work to get better
acquainted over tho contents of sundry
Christmas packages.
Til" Tliitll A bout II, ,'!
When 1'ni'lo Sum was but a boy,
Onu ( 'In-lit m, is mo ho hum;
Ills htiicMiii; by thu old uroplaco.
And then this sum; ho sunk':
t
"Oh. Simla Claus! Oh, Santa Claus,
(Hl mi' Mini" iKitcnl chat in,
Tlmt I'lctly ulrls, when I'm a man,
May 1:1 mV upon my farm."
And thnt is why old Puiita Clans,
Today Is so lutmtred;
Because liu Kiuocmr UnoloSnm
Thu thlnu' ho most desired.
Tom I.a.vsino.
DaMiaway Well, I'nclo Jaspi-r, how aro
you KfttliiK on with your Christmas din
nerf
Uncle .laspor Fust rate, will. Colonel
Wlnterblossom dotm kuv mo present of u
line fat turkey, xnh.
Dashaway-That'll strung- 1 Just left
tho colonel, ami ho didn't nay auythlnt;
about It.
Undo Jasper No, sah. He's not to
count (1cm turkey fust.
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I (liv Him Thin-,
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