Bath Commercial, December 20, 1879

Bath Commercial

December 20, 1879

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Bath Commercial (Newspaper) - December 20, 1879, Bath, Maine J h J h 4 - r �. ,' | i 1 ' 7 I" * I - 4 t - r A Loc�ls BuBlnw, Affrtoultural and FamUy Newspaper VOL.* in BATH, MAINE, SATURDAY, DECEMR 1879. NO. 24. ..... F � ^ � n bab ys stockings; Hang np the baby's stocking, B6 suro you don't forget I The dear little dimpled darling:! 8h� ne'er saw � Christmas yet;........ But IVe-told-hcr all about Itt tnrt Bhe opened her big blue eyes, And I'm iura she understood mo,. She looked to fanny and wise. Dear, dear, what a tiny stocking! It doeiu't tak� much to hold Booh little pink toei as baby's Away from the frost and cold. But then for the baby's Christmas It never will do at all; "Why, K&nta Glatis-wDnldn't he loeMni anything; half so snlall. ~ I know what we'll tip for the baby; I've thonght of the very best plan; I'll borrow a stocking of grandma- The longest that over I can. And you'll hang it br mine, oeav mother, Right here Id the corner, to, And write a If tier to Santa, And fii&ten it on to the toe. "Write. "This is the baby's stocking That hangs in the corner here; Ton npTer have Been hor, Santa, For she only came this year ; Bat fchy'e just the blo&edcit baby; -Awl-now, beforoyow goy-- -.......----------- Jrist craiu her Hocking with goodies, From the top clear down to the^toc". Flower of the Daisy. a christmas STOEt. F �P - T 1 CHAPTER I. It was the week before Christmas, and perched on hi* throe-legged stool, in the counting room of Worthington Broth-eta, old Joe Darling, the ancient book:-keeper of the firm, was finishing, his Saturday night's entries. "While thus employed a hand was laid on hia shoulder, and, turning his head, he eow his old, gray-haired employer, (he eoJo survivor of the firm, beside him. ^JlliyfiibflJrtBfc*timet my old friend/1 said the merchant, pointing to the ledger; "the novR this evening decided ev-v erything. Ulricas something 'happens before the first of January, Worthing-ton Brothers rnuet close doors, and wind up bneiueBR, Joel" *' Old Joe started as he listened to the melancholy words, arid a cold tremor ran through him. "Don't eay that! don't eay that, Mr. ho dabbed his bald forehead with his bandanna handkerchief as'he spoke. " Don't eay that"' the Worthington Brothers will suspend payment, sir]'' "WorEQ than that, Joe," returned the old merchant with a heavy sigh. "I pee no hope of resuming. The great failures in Europe hopelessly involved us-bo that-" 'he stopped with a gloomy expression in his eyes-** so that*, on or before the first of January, the house will close its doors. I could bear that, but, when I think that the name of W' rthington Brothers will be dishonored-" - There the old merchant broke down,-Joe Darling seized his hand, and cried, in a tremblin g voice: "Don't! don't!-don't any that, sir! Don't tiro that word * dishonor.' It is not no bad." "Ruin, ruin! utter ruin!" groaned the merchant. "No, no, not ruin! See here, sir, I -I you peo, I have paved a little-" Aad old Joe drew from his pocket-book, with unsteady handd, certificates of deposits in banks. " Take it, nit I lb was made in your service, honestly made-there's not a dirty shilling in it, sir. It is yours - and-" " He thrust papers into the old merchant's hand*. But Mr. Worthington pushed them back. " No, old friend," said the merchant, sighing deeply, but speaking in a voice of resignation^.." no, that is not the way Worthing toZ? Broth era dp business. If we fail it-shall bo honestly^ nlone, alter honorablo exertion, Vfe will not drag down our friends, and you, Joe, our oldest and befit. No, the house has kept faith and honor for fifty years. If ruin comes, we wiJl go down alone. It is not our fault. I will do my duty, and trust in G(?d, Joe, to the end." As he spoke, the old merchant went to his safe, and took out a roll of bank notes. Then he directed the various employes 1o bo sent for, and paid them all up to the end of the week. He had a kind word for each, and an inquiry about every man's family or concerns: and then he turned to his desk. But the men did not go. "What are you waiting for, my friends? Can I assist you in any manner?" asked the old merchant. "If ycu please, eir/? said tlie fore moat of the party, " we would like to leave our money in your hands." And the speaker turnect to his companions who uttered a hoarse murmur of assent, "Leave your money in my hands," said the merchant; "Just so, sir," was the reply. " We hear tell how times are hard with Worthington Brothers, and the house is in difficulties; Now we don't want our money aa yet, Mr. Worthingtorj. Eh? Do yon?" Aid he looked toward those in the rear-another growl of a seen t replied., "All which," the spokesman added, "gowb 'to rty, fir; that we are not in want* Keep tho money, Mr; Worthington," merchant ijizfrd, with deep emo-. tk>j. at the rough Jh one at face a. " Thanfcu thanks, my kind friends," said he/v^Iuin i proof of friendship The employes retired on this, not daring, it seemed, to intrude further on the head of the house.% - "Father in Heaven,I thank Thee!" murmured the merchant, and Mrning away, he picked up the ^mmmgpapGx: to hide hie emotion. Afl his eyes fell upon it, a paragraph attraotedlhig attention. ~ It announced the^^aihtre of the bank in which his old boott-keeper deposited all his savings. With a sigh he handed it to old Joe Darling, and then said: " I deeply regret this, my old friend. My ruin was enough." Old Joe read the announcement with a sinking heart. "The Lord's will be done, sir,'* he said ; "you ought to have all, but 1 am now penniless. Your trouble ie greater than mine. Any letters, sir, by tonight's mail? Any resources or important intelligence ?'L ;' " No resources, Joe, and bad news - almost worse than all," "Woris, sir?" "Yes, yes% Yon remember my son Charley ; of course you remember him. You know he went, about two years ago, to live with Van Zandt & Co., at Antwerp ?" ____�_________ es. sir. What of him ? Don't tell me-he ia not dead, sir V "No-that pang is spared me, but I have bod, very bad news of Charley, my old friend. I wrote recently, announcing our situation, and recommending his return, and Messrs. Van Zandt & Co., replied that he left them nearly a year ago." "Left them?" "Yes,yea. He had fallen into evil coarees, and they reprimanded him- and when he went off, no one knew where. Letters were written to mo by the house, but thoy must have been miscarried. Nothing has been heard of Charlie. He may indeed be dead. Unhappy that 1 am. All connected with me seems to have turned omt bodlyV " I am more unfortunate thanyou are, Mr. Worthington,'' aaidJoe in a low tone. " I had a eon-a noble boy- he is dead, sir, o You knew my Edmund. He was so handsome, bo spirited, so Tjold; �and was lost at sea. He was a whaler; the ship foundered and the crew were, all lost. My poor Edmund. We are truly unfortunate fathers, sir." Through the following week uniiring efforts were made to collect the reuour-ces of, Worthington Brothers. But slight auooess crowned the merchants efforts to rescue the- house. Friends of past years seemed to have grown cold, and regretted their inability to render assistance ; and it was only by great sacrifices the houae succeeded in making all payments up the day boforo Christmas. In this, however, the firm succeeded, and as Mr. Worthington iQoked his safe, and put on his hut, he drew a long breath of relief. Then, taking hia old book-keeper's arm he went homeward with a thankful heart and, as they separated at the corner, he murmured: M "Let-no keep up a good heart, my doar friend. Christmas morning, and the snow was falling and the wind whirling it around like mad. ' A thousand goblings seemed laughing and turning somersaults and hailing each other as they sported round the gables and whistled through the key holes and chimneys, wild with mirth at the coming of Christmas; and Joe Darling's small house, in a remote street of the great city, seemed especially honored by the hobgoblins, who shook the windows till they rattled again. A great fire was burning and the breakfast table was set, and old Joe was rubbing his hands in front of the blaze and looking out of the window, when a voice behind him, with a rush of laughter in it and sounding like bilver bells, exclaimed: " Christmas gift, father, dear ! I've caught you."_______ Old Joe turned" roundr�- -�a he did so-a pair of rosy lips pressed hiH cheeks and two arms clung round his neck, belonging to a little fairy of seventeen. "Why, you look like a sunbeam, Daisy," ho said. And indeed the face resembled one, so brilliant was the light of her eyes. Daisy was small, with a neat, oosy figure, in a plain but pretty dreas ; and you saw at a glanoo that; this was one of those little nimble-fingered fairies who are the blestings of the homes in which they rule. � % The father smiled, ax4 passed his hand fondly over her hair. As he gazed at her he thonght of his well nigh penniless condition and heaved a sigh. >" Poor little lady bird ! I have noth-g for yon \" he Baid, sighing again. But Daisy did not seem to regard the circumstance as at all depressing. On the contrary her face glowed, and turning her bright face toward one rude, she whispered: "I've got a Christmap gift for you, father dear I" " Have you ? Now, you've gone and worked your -Httle fingers to the bone. It ia a cravat or--" " No, indeed, I've done nothing of the sort-that is not vbur present." The rush of joyous laughter in the girl's voice neariy drowned her words. jgSSting to reveal some secret. Their talk was interrupted, however, by the appearance of Mother Darling and her flock, with old Uncle John lookihg wise and secretive. - Daisy had procured, somewhere, the handsomest Christmas tree imaginable ,' -a bushy cedar,full of light blue-berries, and having returned from'tho church, whither ahe went dutifullv with the rest. board-itfl jpaper baskets, and gifts, and tapers making it a magical speotaole to the young Darlings, who gazed at it with open-^yed wonder.'. Then the Chjistmaa_dfnner appeared, and ~'Hvele^1in"'cryeH> TSe' great roast turkey, and round of beef, and flanking side-dishes aroused wild enthusiasm in the young ones. Old Joe devoutly said grace, and tho youthful members of the Darling family chirping likea fiock of birds', called each other's attention to the.splendid banquet. All sat down. Old Joe looked round. "There's one seat too many," he said.  . "I set it there, brother," eafd Unole John, tranquilly, -------- " For whom, bxothw ? Have you invited some friend ?" M "No, brother, I thought of our Edmund." The old book-keeper looked wistfully at his brother, and then went and held out his hand to him. "Thank you, brother," he said, in a low voice, returning to his seat. When the first pang had passed, it seemed a satisfaction to old Joe to gaze at the vacant chair, and to think of the, son as present and enjoying their happiness. And when at load the dessert came, and the wine was poured out, the. old man looked toward the vacant chair as he raised the glass to his lips. Suddenly the voice of Daisy rang out, half choked with laughter. "Why, we are forgetting our tree!" she cried; "we are really losing sight of our tree, unole dear. Did anybody evert-" And/not waiting for "anybody" to reply Daisy started up, and assisted by Unole John, bore the magical cedar in, its neat box oovering with evergreens, to the centre of the table. Night hod come' now, and the tapers on the tree were lit As the fairy spectacle of many colored baskets, candy cornucopias, and the presents of needlework, and books, and garlauds flashed forth, in the light of the tapers-as this splendid Christmas tree burst forth on the eyes of ail-the young Darlings uttered a suppressed cheer, and "Pet," in curls and a pinafore, made a reckless and desperate attempt to climb upon the "board and carry the prize at the point of his baby-spoon. "No* Pet," cried Daisy, "wait till sister gives you yours. But,first, dear, Uncle John is going to tell us a beautiful story. Will jon listen, father dear, and mother ? It is a lovely story!" The rush of laughter in her voice mad? all of them look at Daisy. Why did her oheeka flush so, and why that dazzling light in her eyes? But now Uncle John suddenly riveted everybody's attention. For the moment he was the centre of excited interest to the whole Darling family, He seemed to feel the responsibility resting upon him. He reflected for a moment-smiled dreamily; thrummed on the table-and then began. -~i* The tale I- am going to relate, my dear young friends,'.' said Unole. John, "I must inform you is strictly true in every particular. It was written down by the King of the Genii, and then caught up in the beak of a great bird called the roc-and the Prince Oamaral-zaman, having been shipwrecked on a desert island where the bird came to feed, killed the rook, and the story has been in the palace of Bagdad, where the Prince lived, ever sinoe." . At hia commencement,, the young Darlings exhibited an astonishing interest. As to Pet, his excitement was beyond the powers of words. His eyes resembled two saucers-hia mouth opened to its utmost width-and, in the excess of his attention, he very nearly swallowed his baby spoon. No one looked at Daisy. With one hand shading her eyes from the light, and the other placed on her breast, she looked at Unole John, or furtively at her father. Unole John continued : rrviiaving told ^6u,-my dear oliildren, how the story came to be known, I will next proceed to relate it for your entertainment : " There once lived in the city of Bagdad an old merchant whose name was Buriizao, and which, being translated is Worthy-man, He had a clerk named Abou-ben-darling -not unlike the name of our own family-and for a long time Abou-ben-darling served the good terchant Barilzac, whose caravans brought to Bagdad all the treasures of the East. But misfortune came. The caravans were Overwhelmed in the sands of the desert. The moment was near when Barilzac would probably be compelled to strew dust upon his head, and wander through the streets of Bagdad, crying, 'Barilzao, the meronant is ruined.' snny Dtivmpcirt in flnid to inhabit a $1,500 aet of dreusea when playing iu "Pique," while Mary Anderson I*as lately invested over $5,000 on her Juliet, and Sara Jewett's silken covering for Lady Teazle has been valued at $300. It is now ohargad by English newspapers that American managers of travel � ing troupes employ regular diamond thieves to rob tb9 loading ladies as soon aa they arrivo iu a strange city. It is s. splendid form of advertisement. A party of sea captains recently went to the theatre at New Orleans, taking with ihem^their-^eleseepee.-A Renaafciorrwoa-oreatod by their .use, and an attempt made to force the captains to put away the obnoxious lorgnettes. Thoy, how-over, stoutly insisted on their right to use single-barreled opera-glasses, and in tho end were allowed to do so. Ole Bull, the famous Norwegian violinist, ia to make another farewell tour of the1 United States. Madame Ristori has jubt narrowly es-oaped death in Sweden; tho train in which sho was traveling barely paused on tUe hithsr side of an open turning-table bridge across a river. Lotta has bought $35,000- worth of real estate in New York, Yet her namo is still Misa Crabtreo. Young men, what are you thinking of ? McKee Rankin'a dramatic company was compelled to pay a heavylicoree fee at Savannah,'and Mr. Rankin retaliated by issuing no free tickets tooity officials. Five policemeu marched past the doorkeeper, however, notwithstanding a demand for pay. The manager went before the curtain, and said that if the five �deadheads insisted on remaining, no performance won 111 be given, and tho money would be returned to tho rent of the audieupe. Groans and hisses for the policemen finally drove them out A Queer Railroad Story. __ * _ Carious experiences sometimes overtake railroad conductors. Tho following is the subBtance of a story told in tho Springfield Jtepublfann, which is strange enough : Many years ago, one night while a conductor on theSoufchern railroad was.taking up fares a man without a ticket offered him a largo bill, and he, as conductors are apt to do, took it along, aaying he would soon return with the change. The purpose of these de-luys is to make a quiet study of tho b 11 in the. baggage oar and see if ib ia all right. When- he reached tho baggage car with the bill, Mr. McKmney found what he had taken to bo 8100 was a bill for $1,000. He returned to the passenger and found he had ah if tod his seat. Telling him there was a mistake, that the bill was for $1,000, he was amazed to have the fellow repudiate the whole arrangement. He knew nothing of it, and insisted, aud waa supported by a friend's testimony, that he had a ticket nod that it had been taken up. Finally Mr. MoKinney went oft' witu the bill, which the next dny�he turned in to the company, with hia explanation. It was deposited here in tho Ptceaix Bank, as a special deposit, and drew interest for several years, was never, claimed, and finally waa given to tho conductor by the company. The only explanation was that eomo bank burglars were on the train ; that one of them oarelesefy took out_the wrong-bill, - And-that - itwaa-de- cided safer to- lose- $1,000 than to risk being arrested. Probably thoy thought he knew of the burglary. How Horses Sleep. A well-known writer on tlie horse RayB: I do not know why a horse should not be as much rested and benefited by lying down as any other four-footed beast. A horse often sleeps standing up, and so does an ox. I know that it was claimed for a gray horse onoo, as a special merit, that it would not Ho down unless its stall was well littered ; consequently all expanse of bedding^might be saved, cs-uo do.nbt it hid been. Horses are peculiar about lying down. It seems as if they knew their helplessness when in this position, and were bound never to expose themselves to danger. Although many may be lying down, every horse in a stable is on hia feet at the slightest noise. It is, besides, almost universally regarded,, and universally true, aa a sign of ill health, if a horse ia found lying down ia the day time, I have recently corae to the conclusion, however, that if horses are perfectly easy in their minds, .they will takaan much comfort in lying down as' cattle do, and* I can point to one stable, not my own, where spirited, well-fed horses may be seen lying down at almost any hour of the day or night, and ii oomtfl from tho perfect confidence they have in their groom. WIT AM) WISDOM. -History doea not relate that Adam and Ev* obtained thoir sweets by raising cane,-[. Romc Sentiueh..............................- � ,_-~When you movo next April get next door to a piauo and realize on your alarm olook.-(Wheeling Sunday Leader." � -The difference between Courtney and an oyster \b that the formar ia not good in a half shell.-[Rhiuebeok Gazette. . -Ah ounae of keep-your-mouth-shut is better than a pouud of-explanations after you have said it.-[Detroit Froe Press. -The man who'said he was hard pushed in his business was' a book agent who had junt beau,ejected from a store. - [Bohtoh Post. -There are two classes who cannot bear prosperity-one of them being tuope who can't get a chance to bear it, -[Boston Transcript. -The best way to hold your age is to tie a rope around it. If a vigilance oom-urittee Hopq the tying, your age ends.- [Detroit Free Press. -^Wlntgiris" WffiKi^ a^ivi." This" Is" a" way winter baa; and ib never sends word to know if-$pu ure ready for Jfe,- f Middletown Transcript. -Bicyclists are useful members of society. They are the last people in the world to call "ne'er-do-wheels."- [Philadelphia Bulletin, -Park Benjamin, Ph, D,, wants orimi-nala killed-by electricity instead of rope. Are not executions shocking enough already ?-[ Buffalo Express, -The Czar has an income of $175,000 per week. This is partly because he has never tried to fill a long-felt wiint witfiahewapaper.- [SteubenvilleHerald. -When you see but little glass in a man's windows, you can make up your mind that too many glasses go into his stomach.*- [Whitehall Times. At ton, a child; at twenty,wild t &t thirty, itrong, It ever; At forty, wlae; at fifty, rich ; At sixty; (food, or never. -IfyjToZo Gourkr. ---Liboral enough, - Bbv. Stranger, pointing to the Madison Avenue Garden: "What church is that, my lad ?" Newsboy: "Go as you pleuBe ohuroh, air. Have a paper?"-[Puok. -"My darling," said he, " what a delicious taste your lips have," Then she sprang up and yelled, " Goodness, John, have you been eating my lip salvo ?"- [Syracuse Sunday Times. -Buckwheat cakes are now ripe. The morning is the best time of the day to pick tnem. A strong, healthy man can pick fifteen from the dish at a aitting, &o we've been told.-[NorrifttownHerald, -The two important events in the lif^p of mau are wbon he examines his upper lip aud Bees the hair coming, aud when ho examines tho top of hia head and aees tho hair going.-[Phil. Chronicle-Herald. -When a lover spends most of the time for five days out- of a possible seven with hia fair inamorata it is pretty safe to bet there will be orange blossoms decking her brow ere long.-[Yonkera Gazette. -A Minnesota man dropped dead immediately after depositing hia vote in tho ballot-box. Not knowing the ticket he voted, we arc unable to point the moral in this case,-[Phila, Ohromole-Herald. -Wo are frequently informed that the police are locking after some rimi-nal transaction. And that is jaat where tho trouble ia ttiia looking after" is altogether too long after.-[Boston Transcript. -And by the way, it iafche fellow who never takes his wife to any place of amusement himself, but takes some other woman, who gets maddest if hia wife goea to the opera with a male friend.-[Jersey Ot|� Journal. read, for he caught ona, the other morning, demolishing hia Sunday hat, which hud fallen out ot the window, near a fence on whioh was painted in letters; "Chew Jackson's Best Plug."-[Cincinnati Saturday Night. -The doctors say that sealskin is unhealthy. Bless them ! Now if they can bo induced to say the same of Bix-bnt.ton kids, point lace and a few such trifles, coming generations of married meu will rise up and call them blessed. - [Boston Transcript. -There is nothing so charming t ri # w-M * ^ � ha Thbrh iiivzs at Belfast, Me,, a boy only nine years old, who is said to have already caused two deaths. A year, or, wo ago he pushed a little girl into innocence of children. " Mamma," said .a, five-year-old, the other day, "I wish you wouldn't leave me to take care of baby again. He was bo bad that I had to eat all the sponge oake and two jars of raspberry jam to amuse him,"-[San / Francisco Post. -The Yonkera Gazett* has se^n many of ihem aud it says a girl walking with the average dandy is next to nothing Ii neither party knows the fact we suppose it is a case where " ignorance is blips," and it would bo disagreeable for either party to know any better,- [Quinoy Modern Argo, -The ambition of our best young men is to get an undercoat just long enough to cover up the rear suspender buttons of their pantaloons, and an over coat just short enough to misa being" tangled with the protruding nails of their boot heels. In the name of modesty we suggest a general average.- [NewHaven Register. 1 -The teacher of a olau in natural itorn-gave out this question; 1 "Whioh' tABekest ^arabmeatto � ^rfWmisB. whgjiad passed the pre- v^sT fjpc.W ITorJg Branclij.promptly * W- 1 ^ meekest domeatie auJU it e aid; of, Uncle and Write Jm .4 ;