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Independent Junior (Newspaper) - December 22, 1883, Bath, Maine VOL. Y. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1888. NO. 2. *1 j - FOR Dr. Greyson's Xmas. CHRISTM i AND HOW LITTLE PAUL HARPER FOUND A HOME. AND NEW YEAR'S KY VKANK 11. CONVKRSK. I u 'Twas tlio night hofuro ChrliunftA, and all through thn houflo Not a creature wns stirring-not even n mouse." Vet just, outside the old Greyson uome-; stead at Mlllville, some one iva* stirring, In the person of a very small boy, viz: . little Paul Harper, -Indeed, at. 11 p.m., ; Dee. 21, 188 - . when the mercury in tho thermometer tube was coldly calculating regents! Celluloid Sets in Plush, Nail Sets in Alligator, Cases, DRESSING CASES, t the number of degrees " below," for the following morning's indication, it was obviously necessary to stir-or freeze. Such, at least, was little Paul's idea, a* in tho clear moonlight, between intervals : of hand-thrashing and feet-stamping, he bunged, away at the big brass knocker ( that had so often awakened Doctor Grey-I son with local appeals for services attend-� ant on the beginning of life, or those necessary to life's continuance. " T wish somebody would cotue," said ; little Paul half aloud, for though warmly cloDicTirhc' sin vei'cd like tlie baix'brdwn twigs in the leafless elms over his head, 1 as a keen wind direct from the North ; Pole via Greenland and Spitsbergen ag-' gressively whirled the dry snow round ; the nearest corner, into his eyes and ears, j "But Miss Agnes told me to rap till some Pin front Parfumao anrl Orinr' onc linswcl'e^ the door," continued little Ciegani renUmeS ailU UUUI i Pttnl) ,hlncm,r involuntarily across the street, where, at an upper window i against a back-ground of light, stood a tall, blender lady in black, who waved her hand to him encouragingly, whereat, little Paul applied himself with renewed energy to the knocker-hoping, perhaps, to warm himself, by these additional outer wraps. " Kat-tat-tat-tat!" and Mrs. Morlarty, the old housekeeper' who had dandled Doctor Greyson in his baby-hood, and had closed the eyes of his parents in their last sleep, hegairdrowsily to coin- r prehend that, some one was " afthur the docthur"-that long suffering individual 1 having been called into the 'adjoining ! neighborhood to attend a colicky baby, -� - � (their first,) I may remark. Kuveloped I ^T^ll nliOl^f^' Ils lo lieiU* a "iainmo,u night-cap, ^*fHfr ' [ the good lady, reluctantly leaving her | downy couch, called sharply from an i upraised window : | " Who is iL, now, thin>'\ -the lingering emphasis oil the adverb, suggesting a mild intimation of personal Injury, con--sequent upon frequent previous arousing. "It's me, Paul Harper- I'm Doctor! Grey son's nephew, and I've come to stay," rci tinted liUle Paul tiirough his rhalLerlug teeth. Mrs. Moriarty's astonished response was drowned in the bang of the suddenly descending sash. .V hfomeut later, her portly form, clothed upon with a wrapper of most redundant pattern, appeared at tin* door. ushers the released soul to the portals of a kingdom over whose threshold Ids own silent feet may not pass-["And Death shall be no more"]-little Paul sank on his knees, and buried his face In the coverlid. . " Paul; dear," she said with ineffable tenderness in her weak voice, placing her hand on his bowed head as though In silent benediction, " When I leave you- and that time Is close at hand*-you must seek out your uncle Paul Greyson in New England, and tell him that with her last breath, his sister not only Implores his forgiveness, but asks a home for her orphaned boy at his hands. Miss Agnes, the kind "lady who has done so much for us, will' arrange for your return with her,", feebly added the dying mother, checking the boy's convulsive sobs by a tender touch, " and now Paul, kiss me sood niaht-may the God of the fathor- In Great Variety, less-" But the prayer begun on earth, reached its completion in Heaven. And when Miss Agues-a-tall, sweet-faced young lady from New England, who, duriug a temporary visit to San Francisco, liad constituted herself a sister of both mercy and charity, cute red the room a little - later,- Mrs. Harper, had fallen into that sleep whose only awakening is in the clear light of eternity. And so the days had passed,vtill on the night when my story begins, the tall hall clock in the Greyson homestead-a timepiece which second by second, had ticked oft' rather more than a century-echoed the last brazen hour of midnight, ushering in the begiuning of the anniversary of the Christ child's birth. As the final Agnes* pride was touched, and she coldly note died away on the clear air, Doctor refused to accede to the imperative de-Greyson, who was not only tired and mamb A few angry words on Doctor cold, but cross withal, ushered himself Greysou's part, and the betrothal was into the old-fashioned parlor, guided by broken. swept away the barriers of pride which he himself, six years before, had erected between himself and his betrothed, since when he has stubbornly turned with its face to the wall of the hidden chamber in his heart, the picture once held so dear. "She need not have been so stubborn," mattered the doctor, endeavoring-as have the male sex from Adam down-to lay the blame upon the woman-and I would say in passing, that the salient feature in Doctor Greyson's own makeup, was a doggedness of purpose peculiar to the Greyson family, that brooked no opposition. In and as connected with himself, he called this trait "unyielding firmness"-as applied to others whose wills opposed his own, he mentioned it as "stubborn obstinacy." Prom his youth up the doctor had loved Agnes, who had lived in the old square-roofed house across the street, and was her accepted lover nt the time of Ins sister Nell's elopement and subsequent marriage. Agnes had more than once gently remonstrated with him for his stern refusal to forgive the young girl's imprudent step, for Doctor Grey-son in tho bitterness of his anger, forbade even that her name should ever be mentioned within the walls of the Grey- V son homestead, and returned her letters unopened. Thus the rupture began, and learning one day that his betrothed was in correspondence with her former playmate and friend, who already was reaping the results of her folly, he harshly forbade further communication between the two. I the rays of the flickering ttrelight,.which was painting fantastic shadows on the Agnes persuaded her widowed mother, who was very wealthy, to shut up the wainscoted wall, as he partly groped his house and travel. They had roamed AT mason way into the room. "And this"-growled the Doctor in au audible soliloquy as he substituted slippers and dressing gown for boots and overcoat-" this is the beginning of what over the continent from place to place-Agnes vainly seeking rest, but finding none. Returning to this country, the steamer had left them at San Francisco, where by a strange providence, Agnes some enthusiastic people are pleased to discovered Mrs. Harper in poverty and call, a, * Merry Christmas.' Very merry It will be for me," he continued grum-bllngly, as he poked the tire Into a partial blaze,-" making out bills against deliu- suifering, in time to minister to her needs as we have seen. The other picture I have mentioned as being mirrored side by side with that A Large and most Complete Stock of quent patients, and dosing children who of his former love, in the. tire, was that -4 -. DRUGS, V I A XI) Medicinal Extracts. Special attention given to the propa* have gorged themselves to repletion on �i 1 turkey and mince pie 1 No, 1 won't go to bed, nor will l light the lamp!" he snapped out fiercely, as though answer? ing some inward suggestion of his alter ego who perhaps might have been a trifle softened by the influence of the holiday season,-*' I'm going to s'tl in the dark, here by the fire, till I get a little circulation into my feet." Thus remarking, he threw himself into the big chair which, by reason of its pennealiuu-If I may be allowed the expression-with the cries and gvoanfc of toothache tortured victims resorting to cold steel as a final relief | from pain, was well calculated for gloomy reverie. ''Merry Christmas," repeated Doctor Greyson still bitterly harping upon this one theme, as though it were a personal grievance,-"when seven years ago this very night, Nelly, my own twin sister, allured by the promises of a good looking scamp, left my care and love, nnd the year after, Agnes-" Hut all at once, the clear stillness of! the winter's night was broken by the distant chimes from the steeple of the little chapel at Upper Millville, and Doctor Greyson turned his head to listen. Without doubt (as was customary at such times) old Bangs the hell ringer was more or less inebriated; but softened by + the distance, "Coronation" and "Old Hundred"-the only two tunes within ration of Physicians' Prescriptions and^"'1 related his .simple story. Mis' Ellen been the darlin' of her Family Medicines, Trusses and Grutcbes! Particular Attentiou to Fitting Trusses, " The saints be good to us," exclaimed Mrs. Morlarty with a hysterical sob, as the light from the candle in her tremulous hand, fell upon the grave little face, upturned to meet her own. "It's me darlin' Mis' Ellen's boy for sure-I'd a* known his ashes in a whirlwind." And, empha-sizing this somewhat astounding assertion by a hearty action of her strong arm, little Paul, half benumbed with the cold, was whisked over the threshold, and into au old-time room with an im- �i a mensc open fireplace, wherein, from half-consumed chunks of beech and maple, arose the dancing flames with warming welcome. No wonder, that good Mrs. Moriarty alternately laughed ami cried-in fact went tiirough the. entire gamut of her somewhat emotional nature, as little \ the scope of that gentleman's musical at- Ilad not i taininents-affected the Doctor strangely, heart, | He was anything but poetical or imaginative, yet blended with the chimes, the words of a poem he had read in some paper, drifted through his mind, giving him, somehow, a quieting sense of freedom from Ins morbid remembrances. The lines were simple, anil in some way had become engraven on the tablets of his memory at the time of reading, yet until, tonight, he had not recalled them, and half unconsciously he spoke the words aloud: "Peace, itwcctcst peMee rent hi rath heart that be ute tli; Let sorrow ramirti, when of his sister Nell; and now, his heart began to grow very tender, as the recollection of her love for him drifted across his mind, mingled with which, was much of remorseful sorrow. "Poor child," he said, half aloud. "1 wish I knew where she was, to-night - 1 would write to ask her forgiveness, and otter her the shelter of a home, if she were in want." As lie spoke, he aroeie to replenish the Are, and throwing on an armful of pitch pine splints, the flames leaped up to meet them, illuminating every nook and corner with their ruddy light. Now, good Mrs. Morlarty had decided In her own mind, that it would be far better that little Paul should introduce himself to his uncle, than go through any regular form of presentation. "Sure, the face of the darlin'll spake for himself, better nor any wards, I'd be afthcr say in'," she thought, and after bidding him lie down on the lounge un- i til the arrival of the "masther," she went L L to her own room. Of course, little Paul'proceeded to fall asleep with boyish expedition. And un-awakened by Doctor Greyson's entrance, he slumbered on, till the sudden glare and crackle of the newly-aroused tire, caused him to suddenly start upright "May God deal with me, as I with you, little Paul," he said in a very low voice, as he drew the boy within the shelter of his strong arms, and solemnly kissed his white upturned forehead. Then followed little Paul's pathetic story. And as in its recital, his loved j mother was the most prominent feature, j he spoke unconclously of their beucfac- j tress, who had done so much for them, 1 only as the "kind lady," without culling j her by name. "And where did the kind lady-as you call her-go, after she had left you here j as a Christmas present?" abruptly In-; quired Doctor Greyson after n long pause, i "Miss AgnesV" returned little Paul ; drowsily, as he rested his curly head � against his uncle's shoulder. "Oh, ! she went right back to her house just1 across the street-she said she hadn'l been home on a Christmas day. for o\\t I ; don't know how manv years, ami wanted ! to see how it would seem to si I before the [ old flre-placc where she used to hang up her stocking, and play that to-night Santa i Claus would bring her a Christmas pros-' cut-and-I guess-'* What little Paul guessed, must have, been whispered to the people of dream-] hind, for the lids slowly closed over his I dark eyes, and his regular breathing j showed that the boy had drifted awav toward the lands, that "On the North imtl West aiv bounded liy vt-st, i Oh the Houth and the K.tst, hydremia." Laying little Paul softly down on the lounge and covering him up warmly, Doctor Greyson, in great mental agita-tiou, walked to the window. Pushing aside the heavy curtain, he looked at the house across the way, which had been closed so long. Lights were visible from two or three of the windows, and he vaguely remembered wondering when he entered his own door, nearly an hour previous, whether some new tenant might not.have moved in. For, until little Paul's startling revelation, he had known nothing of Miss Agnes' whereabouts, beyond being aware that, according to the "hearsay" of Mrs. Moriarty. she was "thravellin' somewheres in furrin' parts, but whether in China or Khamaschatca, did not lie within the province of Mrs. Moriarty's information, and t he doctor was too proud to ask. But his pride was to-night, completely j broken down, and as he saw against, flu* drawn white curtain, the silhouette of a i slender form, Doctor Greyson's heart gave a great bound. j He did not stop to reason with himself, nor did he form any particular plan of action, further than changing dressing j gown ami slippers, for overcoat, and boots. Then lie grabbed -l use the w*rd advisedly -his hat from its peg, and shot through the door, and across the street. J don't know why the front door of tin* house over the way. should have been left unlocked and uubolted. How should 1? I only know, that while Miss Agues sat alone in the sitting room-, studying the glowing coals very much as Doctor Greyson had done an hour or so previous in his home, some one softly entered the room, and without, anything like an apology for the intrusion, dropped on his knees before the young lady in question, and buried his face in her lap. SHOWING HOW A PROMISINO YOUTH MADE A HOG OF HIMSELF. VoniriDtiH Hitnimy .Sniff Could uevci* Ret enoufcli, Xu mutter what he had he wanted inni'i-; F So un ii ChrmtniuH day 'J1 hry !�t \\ii�71 mvTTTiif^wayi ---. Whirli pleiHed hlnrvrry iiiueli. yim may lu-Kuve, i < At hreukfuHl he wan thin And didn't h� begin Tn polirth ofTthe eakex and ham tutd egtf�! And willfully lie looked At tho daimloN that were rooked .Mni-iHi inn full to gel upon Ida h'ga. At t�n he aakt-d fur UukIi, tilill eag**r torn munch ; He raused his friends retnnrkahh.' utirprlt***; MM eheekn they grew rto fat, So red and bloated, that Thoy almost bid tun greedy little eyt�s, And I have furthermore to state, that 1 despite this very irregular proceeding, Miss Agnes neither screamed nor fainted, as under the circumstances, might have been expected, on the contrary-- "Agnes," asked Doctor Greyson humbly, "raw you ever forgive meV" And between his emotion and the folds of the black silk, his voice souuded really as if I i he were greatly moved-which indeed he ! And in all cases fits are warranted or no Sale. In ordering by mail, give exact measurement around, describing kind of .rupture, and send to Sam'l Anderson BATH, ME. years before, and was not this, her own boy who had come thousau's of miles over laud and say (Mrs. Moriarty's geographical ideas were somewhat vague) to 11 ud the only kith and kin that was lift him, now that his mother-rist her sowl i -was au angel in glory? For, the .shadows which, differing only 1 in their intensity, fall upon every heart and home, had not been absent from the Greyson family. It was a not uncommon story. Miss Nellie, the Doctor's twin sister, was left to his peculiar care by the death of her pareuts. As many another pure ami beautiful young girl has done and will do, till the Millenium dawns, she became infatuated with a handsome, dissipated scamp, and despite her brother's stern remonstrances, she would believe nothing against the character of the man who had thus enslaved her young affections. The usual results followed. An elope-ment and hasty marriage-gradual neglect and actual abuse-was ended by the deatli of her dissipated husband in a faraway State, leaving his wife and one child penniless; and so it was that little r Paul's mother lay down to die. But before entering into rest, she called her boy to her bedside. With a sort of intuition concerning the unseen presence of .the Death angel, who but with a little cry of astonishment, which was drowned in the doctor's half terrified i was, though he would not have acknowl- ; exclamation. "Who are you':" were the words that framed themselves on the hitter's Hps; + but as the boy came toward him, the doctor had no need to ask the question; he knew, for his sister's look shone from the wistful brown eyes-there was Nell's soft curling hair, her small month. "If you please, Uncle Paul," said the boyish voice. 4Tin little Paul Harper. Mother-is dead-" and as Doctor Greyson dropped into a chair, coverii}}; his face with his hands, little Paul's lip quivered, and ho swallowed a sob. He-covering himself manfully, he went on. "The last thing she said, was for me to seek out my Uncle Paul in New Kngland, and folded hands, stood before his uncle, awaiting his verdict. The dear Lord Christ hath risen, and eutrvatvlb and tell him that with IlOl" last breath his Good wilt to men." sister not onlv implores his forgiveness, "Good will to men. repeated Doctor , , , , i * , i 4 ' . 1 , .. but asks a home for her orphaned hov. Greyson as he sat staring dreamily into the ft re. *'I wonder if that expression applies to masculinity alone"-involuntarily smlllug at the abuurdity of such a connection of thoughts, even as he thus communed with himself. As though-if I must so express it-the spirit of the Christmas would answer Doctor Greyson's query by a negative, he saw two facet} photographed in the glowing embers. One, had pale and beautiful features framed in a wealth of brown hair, with deep, earnest eyes that seems to return Doctor Greysou's fixed stare, with a look of loving reproach. ! edged if. for the world. ! vPaul," returned the sweet tremulous : voice, "I forgave you, a long, long j time ago, but I must tell you that 1 have never changed my views regarding-that i which separated us." ) h "Hut / have," was the meek response, and then, of course, there was nothing more to be said. When Doctor Paul Grey-sou acknowledged himself in the wrong- why. a sort of moral revolution mlghube expected, not exactly, to be sure, in a general sense, but individually-the in- ^ dividual himself, being Doctor Paul. [ And so, when with a vague idea of! where he was, or how he came there, j" little Paul awoke late on Christmas morn, to Hud his stocking, which by some mysterious means, had been hung j before the fireplace, lillcd to overflowing, Aud then little Paul, with downcast eyes 1 he asked his Uncle Paul, who greeted him i At dinner he paiUmk Of everything the eouk Had daintily prepared for Christmud lure. And fatter Sammy grow, With beef-plum pudding too - So full that he could only sit and stare. with loving words: "But, Uncle Paul, what did you get for Doctor Greyson rather prided himself | a Christmas present V" Doctor Greyson answered in a some-1 what embarrassed way : ! "A-wife and a nephew." ) upon possessing a thoroughly unemotional nature. "A practical man-especially a professional oue-^has no business to let his emotions get the better of him-self-repression. Sir, is the easiest thing in the world," he was wont to say. But just tken, something rose in the "Can you tell mo what Jiutler has ever done for you?11 asked a Robinson an of a typical manufactured Dem- doctor's throat that nearly strangled i. <.Ev;th winW him. Moreover, 4,wo large tears followed ��rat tho other day. Faith, an I can . each other down the rim of his Hoinan nose, which together with a certain huskiness of voice as he spoke, he, with "Agnes'!", exclaimed Doctor GreysonI great presence of mind, attributed to a with a half groan, and the flood of tender temporary attack of influenza,eonsequent Uhim, an'now nin^t they kirn down to recollection, and love long repressed, [ upon his night ride. itwo cints, I dunno?"-Lowell Vitktn. answered the imported, suffragist. "Didn't he rejuce the price of postage stamps? Whin he was illicted governor they was churgin' tree cints fur At impper time-Alas! That it rdiould come, to pass- Thitt little hoy, who never bad enough, Had turned Into a hog- Ho out into the bug ill* friends with angry blown drove Sammy Stun"
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