The commoner. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-1923, December 06, 1901, Page 6, Image 6
kn . , 'll'ti'JWMjISjWiilP1 K' 6 The Commoner. Ft B &? wwwwviYwwmw 5 : Whether Common or Not. wwwwwwwww A flemory. Sitting in the gathering shadows as the daylight slowly dies, And the stars begin to glisten through the windows of the skies; While the memories come trooping from the "dim 'and distant past And like witches' incantations o'er my mjnd their spell- is cast In the gray light of the gloaming ' - ; "" Through youth's days In fancy roaming,' - - - And the scenes, like phantom pictures, through my mind go dashing fast. In the old homo 'neath the maples with their waving ' houghs o'erhead , -When the leaves at King Frost's summons turned from green to gold and 'red, There we gathered ov'ry evening 'neath the rooftree quaint and low And knelt down in family prayer in the firelight's ruddy glow. Mother sitting in tho corner, in her old accustomed place, Gently rocking, always knitting, with a smilojupoi her face; "1 "-;' Children gathered in a circle poring over schoplday .themes; '. , . "V While the backlog, stirred to anger, shot .'abroad its golden beams ' ' ; " '. As the winter winds were sighing. For the hours swiftly flying . . Like the shadows ever dancing on before the chasing gleams. Singing, talking, playing, laughing;-swiftly time before us sped ..." Till the old clock on tho mantle gave the warning-note for bed. Then, when father read the scriptures as the flames danced to and fro We knelt down in family prayer in firelight's ruddy glow. Trooping up tho winding stairway, down the dark and chilly hall Soon the backlog burned to ashes and the darkness cohered all. - ' And wo dreamed about the future dreams of winning gold and fame; Dreamed of winning wreaths of laurel in the world's Olympic game " Youthful fancies deeming pleasure ' All that filled life's brimming measure Till we heard at early dawning father calling each by name.. , ' Ah, the "years are long and lonely, and the group that sat beside That old fireplace has been scattered since the sweet-faced mother died. Would that we, again united, hand In hand could once morego Back and kneel. in family prayer in the firelight's ruddy glow. the Mean Man. "Of courso Santa Claus won't visit you. There is no Santa Claus." As he spoke tho Mean Man felt a joy arising in his heart, for here was a glorious opportunity to make some one miserable. "That Santa Claus story is all a lie. It's time you knew it. I think it a shame that people will lie to children about that sort of thing. Now quit your snivelling. You are too big to believe that Santa Claus fab! any longer. I tell you there ain't no Santa Clause and I'm " "What's that you're, telling that lit tle girl?" queried a young man who "was attracted by the sight of a child in distress. ." "Ho was just telling me, that there ain't no Santa Claus, and.I did so want Santa" ' ' ViYou .been telling 'this' -little, girl that?" demanded the young man. "Of course I did. I thirik it a dis grace to let children believe that fool ish" Biff! Bang! It was the Mean Man getting what was coming to him. And he got plenty. " Thirty minutes later a' little girl emerged from a toy shop with her arms full of bundles and a young man came but just behind her, w'histling softly and rubbing a bruised knuckle.' stomach wjis not burned to a blister with, bad whisky and you were not a3 nervous as a cat because your flesn was not soaked full of nicotine, and you were not up two-thirds of the night before chasing around a billiard table at tho club and having just ono more with the boys. Perhaps taat had something to do with it." Mrs. Gruffly might have added more, but Mr. Gruffly pushed back from the table and grabbed his hat. His exit was marked by an unusually loud slam of the hall door. '. W , t , I' It Was Coming. The Mean Man was feeling unusally mean on this particular morning. It 1 wasnearing the cheerful Christmas time and the sight of happy childven, the glitter of the handsome Christmas ' goods' and the general air of good, will, all" made him feel out of sorts ihe 1 ; worst way. As he wended his way to vhis office he felt that he -must make 'gomobody miserable or ho could not "he happy. 1 Turning a corner suddenly he col- lided with ar little girl. She was cry ing, and the 'tears ran down her 'little cheeks while her frame shook with her sobs. t " "What's the matter with you?" growled the Mean Man. "Please, sir; r was just crying be cause mamma told me Santa Claus would, not visit. us this 'year, and the pretty things in the windows look so nice, and I want some of them so bad, an" ' ' "0, quit your snivelling," growled - .'. Honesty; ' "A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Lightly," said Miss Pert. ' "Aw, my deah -Miss Pert, they ah' not wo'th a penny, dontcher know." "How refreshingly honest -you ar), Mr. Lightly." '. Perhaps. ' r ' ' Mr. Gruffly (tasting" the Thanksgiv ing turkey) "I can't eat anything. The turkey don't taste right and the cranberry sauce is not fit to eat. I wish I had a Thanksgiving dinner sujsh as mother used to get up. She was all right, mother was. She could suit me." Mrs. Gruffly "Perhaps you did not feel then as you do now." Mr. Gruffly "Why not?" Mrs. Gruffly "Well, when you used to enjoy your mother's cooking your Brain Leaks. Did cny one ever know a "vijlage cut up" that fulfilled the expectation of his friends by becoming a great com edian? The village gossips always feel that they Have been" imposed ' upon when the -village -belle marries a young man mher'Own town. , -. - . . , Why is it that a piece of dress goods displayed in the show window always looks better than, the same kind of goods on the counter? If men would spend as much time trying to do good as they do trying to find excuses for being bad, this would be a much better world. It is a pity that no one knows the name of the man who" first called them "church socials." He deserves a place on the roll of humorists. Nothing is more painful than the .sight of an ancient maiden trying :o act girlish, unless it is tne signt or a young' man. trying to act smart. Living 'in a city has its drawbacks. You never see the old man who used to come around every few days to ask if he could get a job sawing your wood. We sometimes feel .that preachers could do better if their congregations would applaud occasionally. That sort 6'f thing he'lps aii actor;-why not a preacher? " -.- The country boy makes lots of sport for his city cousin when in town, but it isn't a marker to the sport the city cousin makes for his rural cousin when on his first visit to the country. A league pitcher has just been signed to work four months for a salary of $5,500- A college professor is in luck if he can get $1,800 for working twelve months, evory day in the month and eighejn hours a day. Yet some peo ple wonder why young men do not yearn for the higher education. U Will M. 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