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The Cambridge Jeffersonian (Newspaper) - December 25, 1890, Cambridge, Ohio 4' r_ "R JWeppy Chfistmas to Us All I God Bless Us, Evepy gayly into his wife's presence, waving a Tlie children outside; are Riving forth E were coming (ram the school-house On ;i starlit win- tor's eve, Where our friends hurt been defeat- ing "With some fool- ing, I bi'liove. On a subject not important, And which needs no mention here, When wo suddenly remembered 'Twus tho evo or the new year. The wi that I liavo mentioned Was Miss Polly Dean and I, And a more be- witching creat- ure 1 nm sure you'll never Witli black eyes that fairly sparkle, And a rosy little month. And a face that shines with beauty Like a sunbeam from the south. And her manners are so charming Antl nor talk so full of thought That If you but pause to listen All the world is soon forgot. 'Thus wo nearcil her father's mansion, And were in the best of cheer, When she asked: "Won't It be jolly Here to watch for the new How delightful, quick I answered; AH 'twas womeivhat after ten, 'Twonkl require but little waiting For the new year to begin. And with such a mulden It would suroly be a treat. the sofa, 'neutti the mantel We then sought a cozy seat. And we talked of local topics, Of the weather and the times, tluj novels, of the season. Famous poets and their rhymes; And the clock upon tUo mantol Calmly ticked the time away, Nor a moment paused to To the words we had to say. Wo in turn paid no attention To Uio coming of the year rntll Polly, half-areusiriK, Asked: "Is twelve o'clock most No, t thought, but, (juickly rising, Sought the oh! aberni By the clock upon the rmmtel It was three llfteen a. m. L. Dobson, In Chicago News. A MISFIT VISITOR. [How Undo Jabcz Found His Niece's Homo ou Christinas was joy in the Pendragon family, tor, lo and b o h o Id Uncle Jabczwas topayitaChrist- rmisvisit. Unclo Jaboz had hold his purse- strings tight: in fact had failed to out" since the mar- riage of his niece to John 'Pcndragon, a careful man, who, after how things rail, and that he need not expect any tiling from his wife's rich uncle, settled down to business. A man hates to give up tlin dreams ho has upon tho shifting shoals of matrimony; but Pendragon what poor grace lie'd never acknowl- edge. Ho hung over a lot of dusty, musty hooks is Snatehum Skinoni'a for a moderate salary: also did funny sketch-work for hu- morous papers. Uncle Jabcz hold aloof; ho would not visit the niece, he had met. "Stingy old "Now, .lolin, don't; tincle doesn't 'know us has seen' any of us. I know if ho could meet "Just about broko in John, as lie snatched baby's sirup-smeared hands away from his polished shirt-front. "Or if he could only see our "At the present sighed John, -as Kobby came sliding- down the ban- isters with the broken jjlobcof tho hull- lamp dangling from one heel. when uncle does come I know ihe'll bo delighted with us all." letter as ho exclaimed: "He's coming. Saw postmark, 'Dan- ube, Ilerkimer County, N. Y., and couldn't wait, so I road it. Uiicle Jaben will he here Christmas morning bright and early. I'm triad, and hope I can strike him for a "John! you ought to bo ashamed. Uncle Jabex must not bo "Just for fun, you know. Now bake such a state of affairs, and tboir mother spoil tn great deal of time explaining matters. It was a bare, cheerless, gloomy Christmas that dawned in the Pcndra- gon family. John sat by a very dead pile of cinders hugging his last year's ollice coat about him, trying to road and eagerly waiting for tho bell. His wife was huddled upon one corner of the lounge with the children gathered close good-cheer to every passer-by, tho merry bells are pealing and all is gayety. The bell rings. John Pondragon gave his wife a know- ing look as bo went to tho door. He opened It and an old chap with a big fur cap and hair muffler was ushered in. "I b'leeve you're "And are dear Uncle cried Pendragon, as ho grasped the oth- sobhed Mrs. Pendragon. "Sorry, Thought 'most any one could buy a leetlo candy fur babies. Tho dirtiest runt on tho street, almost bare, had a bit of candy." "But our expenses are so largo; it costs so much for coal and "An" stateys like them marble things I seen standin' in tho hall, an' paintin's like them hangin' on tho wall, an' sich up a lot of things and have tho rooms bright and "You are wild. Wemnstlot him think that wo you, know, I can't bring myself to say it." poverty-stricken; noth- ing to wear, ncnthing to cat, very low- all arranged so that Unclo Jabez will "Sure of it- John said as he come down good and solid.' There were no Christmas presents ,r bought that year; not even a stocking bosom of his family. Upon Ins return hung from tho shelf, nor a Christmas- ,he banged open tho door and danced troo heavy with gifts in the Pendragon to her. Of course it was very wrong for tho Pondragon family to do this; but then Unclo Jabez was so rich; he'd never them before, knows? perhaps his will will find them all nicely remembered. The boy Hobby, blubbered and yelled for some Christmas taffy; the girl Susie wanted a doll with rolling eyes and a whistle in its stomach. Tho baby couldn't talk yet, and really was the most satisfied of the lot, Will he never come? cr's hand and drew him into the cold and cheerless sitting-room. "Wai, I no flre sich a cold I you're my niece, air you? Them's the babies, air they? Yes, I'll sit down." The old man took off his muffler, overcoat and fur cap and sat down. "You don't seem much perked up, you folks. Why don't the babies run about an' play an' show me their Christ- mas "Alas! dear uncle, we are too poor to carpets like these, an' sich nice furni- toor, an' sich lots of books in the case thar, an" so many paper novels on tho table, guess you furgot to peel down to the quick. Sorter expect- ed Uncle Jabez, didn't you? I'm They were dumb. The old man put on his muffler, overcoat and fur cap and left. Explanations were not necessary. The Pendragon family had crow for din- ner, and when Christmas day came to an end they all wondered how folks could be such S. Keller, in Judge. HAH SANTA CLAITS keeps a bower of birds To carol bin Uhrislmasglces. Andevcryycartheir joyous notes Resound through tho Christmas trees. Good Santa's birds are chi Idren dear, They J; e o p our hearts In tune. And mind us of a better world As roses tell of Juue. Oh! what a dreary world this were. How barren, bleak and cold, If childhood's harmless mirth were hushed, If all the young were old. Then blessings bo on Santa's birds, And blessings on their lays, For childhood is a glimpse of Heaven, Is sunshine of our days. L, Rose, in Good Housekeeping. A GLAD CHRISTMAS. How Two Children Conferred ami Happy Five men, all prominent in tne finan- cial circles of tho city, were clustered about a table in tho gentlemen's dining- room on the second floor of Rcisser's restaurant a few days ago, discussing the current gossip of the busy world in which they moved. After the more sub- stantial portion of the meal had been con- sumed and tho quintette were comfort- ably sipping at an expensive brand of champagne tho conversation turned on the various methods of getting the greatest amount of pleasure out of tho coming holiday season. As soon as tho subject was broached one of the party became unusually quiet and took scarcc- 'y any part in the lively discussion which followed. After the other four had offered various plans and suggestions tho silent member of the party remarked; "You are all wrong, and to prove the truth of. my words 1 wish to tell you a, little incident which happened to mo Christmas eve two years ago, and of which I have never spoken since. While stopping to glance almost un- consciously at the display in tho windows of an Eighth street, confec- tionery store my attention was attracted by two children, a boy apparently about eight years old and a girl about ten. They were joyously pointing out all the. dainties in the windows to each other and speculating- upon tho amount of the many good things which could be pur- chased for a quarter. They appeared to be warmly dressed, but their clothes were of the plainest and cheapest ma- terial, and they were evidently tho children of a poor working-man, who was able to support his family, but to supply them with none, of the luxuries of life. From their conversation I learned that their father had given each of them twenty-five cents to spend for Christmas, and the great question was what to buy with the money. While the matter was still undecided a poor, haggard-looking woman camo along leading a little girl, and they both looked as if they had not eaten any thing for some, time. Tho woman stepped up to another woman richly dressed in furs and timidly asked for help, blither appeal was unheeded and she was haughtily ordered to stand aside. As the poor creatures slunk away in the greatest dejection I noticed a few hurried whispers between, tho two chil- dren, and they quickly followed tho woman and child, and when they came up with them pressed something into the woman's hand, who was left speech- less by the sudden good fortune. As the children passed mo when they returned. I heard the girl say; 'They'll enjoy it more than we would. We'll be at home to-morrow witli mom and pop and have a good dinner and they'll have nothing.' When I recovered my senses both par- ties were gone, but I'll wager any thing- that those children who gave their ail hid a happier Christmas than I, who was the possessor of thousands, but gave nothing towards making others happy." The story apparently touched those present, and in a short time the tablo was deserted with the wine bot- tles still partially Modern Improvements. Santa Claus all right all I was originally built for wood fires and open rSPAPERI ;