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1892
’TIS CHRIS’MAS IN DE CABIN.
*Tis Chris'mas in de cabin,
Tho’ 1 am fah away;
’Tis Chris’mas in de cabin,
I kno’ de bressed day!
An dar do mock’birds sinßrin
Mak’ glad de happy spot,
Au all be flow’rs am bloomin
Around my little cot.
De flow’rs my Liza planted—
De golden gelsemine.
De pink azalea blossoms
An honeysuckle vine. *
Her po’ old han's am folded,
Iler weary wo’k all done.
But yet the blossoms lifting ,
Smile up to greet the sun. '
’Tis Chris’mas in de cabin,
De chimes sweep thro' de do’—
Whar used to be dar footsteps,
My Chilian cum no more!
I
De flr’place hoi no embers.
De do’ is open wide;
Do winder’s dim an dusky
Whar moonlight po’d its tide!
’Tis Chris'mas In de cabin,
An de ribber murmurs deep,
“De banjo strings am broken,
’Tis time to go to sleep!”
De pleasant ribber singin
By de bend so fah away,
Whar I used to fiddle, honey
Do livelong Chris’mas day
Is fdngin now—jus’ listen!
Wid Liza by my side,
I dim’ de starry stairway
Ob bressed Chris’mastide.
—Frank Leslie’s Weetrfy.
ONE HAPPY REUNION.
Christmas eve, 1793, and bitterly cold.
It had snowed all the day before and all
the night, and had only held up about
noon on the day which was now nearing
its close.
In those days the distance from New
York in the direction of what is now the
town of Fordham was traversed by. stage
coaches, drawn by spanking four horse
teams, traveling by the old Boston post
road. On this Christmas eve the leaders
plunged and plowed their way through
the snow, snorting and emitting clouds
of steam from their nostrils.
After awhile the vehicle paused be
fore a wayside tavern in Winchester
county, bearing a swinging and anti
revolutionary sign, the presentment of
a scarlet clad and handsome cavalier,
and tho inscription, “Marquis of Clare
mont Anns." There were but two pas
sengers in tho coach that night—a tall
traveler in a slouched hat and shaggy
overcoat, and a little girl whom he car
ried in his arms.
As the horses were baited and the
coachman and groom went in for a
“drop of something hot,” the traveler
alighting turned quickly up a road lead
ing north Ward from the inn. Tho man
was good looking, though foreign and
sunburned of aspect. Yet he did not
seem a stranger to the place.
On through the snow clad lanes and
by the white fences he went his way,
finally turning up a private walk through
the piled up drifts toward old Deacon
Marshall's homestead.
“ ’Tis sweet to hear tho honest watch
dog’s bark, bay deep mouthed welcome
as we draw near home”—but this man
fervently prayed that no watchdog be
aroused by his noiseless approach to the
old home.
He saw the old farmhouse as he had so
.often seen it in boyhood, with its red
walls and white capped roof, with the
candle light faintly shining through the
rime of the window panes.
Occasionally a sigh so deep as to be
almost a sob burst from the man's
bosom. The child was hushed and con
tent in its father’s arms. •
As ho passed through the trim yard
gate, past the old familiar butternut
tree, he said to himself, “They will be
glad to see her and love her; but oh,
God! it’s hard to part with her.”
When he reached the farmhouse door
he set the little one down on her feet in
the square, old fashioned porch.
“Now, baby, remember never to be
afraid to do what papa tells you to do.
You are going to see grandpa and grand
ma, and when your visit is out papa
will come and bring you lots of sweeties
and toys. Now you must go right in
when they open the door, and papa will
go away for a little while.”
Tho child clung to him for a moment
•—a terrible moment to him—and then
stood bravely quiet as he gave three
rousing blows to the old braes knocker
and then swiftly 'retreated into the
shadow of the trees.
He saw the door open and an old
white haired man with a candle in his
hand look out. He saw the gleam of
the fireside in the old home for the first
time in many years. He saw the child,
fearless and confident of welcome, enter,
and then—be still, brave heart—he saw
his mother, a tall, gentle faced old ma
tron, with snow white hair, advance,
stoop and lift the child in her arms and
Jdss it, as one who drinks after long
thirsting.
The door closed, and a few moments
later the man outside was in the return
coach for New York, on his way to be
lost among the unknown thousands of
the great city. . .
i*** • * *
Ten minutes before this scene Deacon
Marshall and his good wife sat before
the blaring fire in the clean, snug old
fashioned kitchen, while the busy house
maid, a stout, rosy Dutch lass of eight
een, plied her evening tasks. The ap
petizing smell of browning griddle
cakes and fragrant tea filled the room.
The bitter winds howled outside, en
hancing the blessed sense of home
warmth and comforth.
“It's mighty bad weather. I hope all
the children will git here tomorrow,
wife,” said the deacon.
“All the children, Ezra?” answered
the old lady in a tone of reproach. “You
know one will not be here. I always
think of him in the holidays away out
yonder in Mexico or Texas among them
outlandish people.
•’ “Oh, Ezra, he was a wild boy and a
headstrong, but there’s more sorts of sin
than one, and you were worse than he
when you drove the boy out into the
wide world twenty years ago—twenty
years ago come New Year’s eve.”
Had the deacon lived in this age he
would have rung the “chestnut bell,”
for he had heard sermons from his wife
on his sorely repented sin full many a
time and oft.
Tho best of women will preach.
“I have such a strange feeling about
me this minute. I feel as if my boy was
right here by me,” she went on, forget
ting that her “boy” was now a man of
thirty-five or more.
At this instant throe startling. raps QB
PEOPLE’S I'AKI'Y PAPER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23. 1892
the knocker sounded UirouglTTliO did
house.
“It's that good for nothin Jake Mellen
waiting till this time o’ night to fetch
them groceries. Don’t leave the slap
jacks, Katrine;- I’ll open the door.
And the deacon took up a candle and
stalked through the passage to the front
door. He opened it. What a strange
sight to see!
Against the dark background of night
and storm the figure of a cherub child,
a wee maid of five years, fair as a pearl,
with bright eager eyes of heavenly blue,
and a soft fleecy mass of pale gold es
caping from her blue satin hood and
falling over her white fur cdht.
She advanced fearlessly and piped out:
“I'm Baby Marshall, and papa’s
b’ought me to damna. My mamma’s
dead lon time ago, and las’ summer my
brack mammy, Oosy, die, too, and baby
want see danma.”
Another moment and the grand
mother, with the thrilling cry of a
woman's soul to an answered prayer,
lifted her grandchild to her heart.
Oh, the dear contact! Was it real—
the firm, warm, little hand she clasped,
the pressure of the smiling rosy lips?
“Where is papa? Oh, my dear, where
is papa?” she cried, while the deacon
Iboked on as one raised from the dead,
and Katrine gazed on the new found
treasure and thought of the stories she
had read in Dutch folklore of the angel
of the Christmastide.
“Papa don,” cooed the little one. “Ho
turn for baby affer ’while. Take dis,”
and searching the recesses of her little
pockets she produced a letter.
The grandfather with shaking hands
and faltering tones read:
Mother, Dear Mother—l have brought
you my motherless and only child. I know
that you will love and care for her as your
own, and I don’t think even father will be
hard to her. When I want her I will come for
her, but it may be long years first, if ever. 1
lead an honest but a wild life, and a Texan
ranch or a Rio Grande camp is not the place
for her. For my child’s sake I part from. her.
Be good to her, mother. Your loving son,
William E. Marshall.
A moment later an old man was
struggling through the snowdrifts to
ward the village as fast as his rheumatic
legs could carry him. Too late! He
only heard the echo of the coachman’s
horn as the horses tore down the turn
pike to New, York.
Baby Marshall was in her grandmoth
er’s lap and smiling brightly in her face.
Katrine piled the table with hot grid
dle cakes, fragrant tea, sweet butter and
golden honey.
Farther and farther the stage carried
the wanderer from the old homo.
******
Christmas bells ringing over the land!
Christmas sunshine glinting the far
reaching carpet of snow, and picturesque
tree boughs hung with icy diamonds.
In the churches music and song swelling
out on the clear, frosty air.
Unto us a son is born,
Unto us a king is given,
Christ, tho Lord!
Old Mrs. Marshall always walked to
church Christmas morning, and as she
listened to tho sweet tide of song her
head bent lowly down and a prayer
welled up from the poor old mother’s
soul: “Lord, I have waited so long.
Let me see my boy’s face again before I
die!”
In that moment the church clock
chimed 12 meridian.
In that moment, as sho recalled after
ward, peace spread its white wings
above her, and an angel voice seemed to
whisper, “All is well.” When she re
turned the family had assembled for the
Christmas dinner.
There was Rube, who had a good
farm in the highlands—Rube, the steady
going —a broad shouldered, sturdy
Saxon, with his pretty, dark eyed wife,
dressed in a now black silk with a real
lace coll ar and cuffs; Marianne, the belle
of the family, and the youngest, a lass of
eighteen, blond, debonair and roguish,
with her good looking fiance hovering
beside her, the son of a well to do farmer
in the vicinity, whose daughter Marianne
had just been visiting for a few days.
There, too, was Alfred, the doctor, a
portly, well meaning man, and a little
of a dandy in his dress, as became a
physician and bachelor popular among
the invalid ladies of Westchester.
The deacon trudged in from his own
meeting house, whore minister and dea
con had been holding a private session
of two hours over the backsliding of
some poor soul predoomed according to
their belief to damnation. There was a
general handshaking of father and kiss
ing of mother. The deacon did not be
lieve in kissing or indulging in the
profane luxury of a smile on the. Sa
bbath day, but Christmas, even accord
ing to his creed, was made for rejoicing.
Among all the family that day a
queen had been enthroned —the waif
who had arrived the night before. A
big box had come for her by Sam Dolan,
the carrier, and its contents showed that
tho wild Texan rover had not spared
expense on his little daughter. Gay in
blue silk and lace and ribbons, the little
thing tossed her curls and beamed de
lightedly, first on one, then on another,
conscious of being the object of every
body’s admiration.
At last she cuddled up in her grand
mother’s arms and fell softly asleep.
Foor grandma! She felt repaid for those
years of waiting and weariness as she
cradled the Itttle one’s head on her
breast and brushed her pale face against
the fluffy, silken hair. Just as every
body grew keenly hungry Katrine rang
forth a welcome peal from the dinner
bell.
After the deacon's grace what a chorus
cf praises went up! Was there ever such
1 delicious, fat,brown turkey as mother’s?
Whoever made such cleai* jelly? And
die tiny pig—roasted whole—with the
ipple in its mouth! And the mince pies,
ind whole pitchers of russet cider, ice
sold!
The perfumes of Araby the blest arose
from the banquet.
******
But every feast must have its end.
I’he day lowered as evening came on;
ifusty clouds chased each other across
the sky, and Rube, full to repletion,
pushed back his chair and said he must
be “gettin up his. team pretty soon, as
he’d promised his wife they’d stay at
her mother’s, seven miles farther up, for
the night.” Just at this moment Ka
trine, who had gone to the well for a
pitcher of fresh water, looked in at the
ioor and beckoned mysteriously to old
Mrs. Marshall, which caused her to
make excuse, and leaving the room to
seek the spot to which the girl pointed.
In the gloaming, beside the old “moss
covered backet that hung in the well,”
stood a tall, stalwart man, who, as his
mother advanced, trembling and uncer
tain, held out his arms.
“Mother! oh, mother!" he said with a
hoarse sob in his voice.
W ith. such a cry * as only a mother
could understand, the poor, fragile crea
ture threw herself upon the broad, sturdy
bosom of the man before her—her lost
child of so many years. What prayers,
what silent tears, what longings of heart
had drained his mother’s life of strength
for his sake!
“Mother, I told you I had lived an
honest life.”
“Willie, do you think I did not feel
that to be so?”
“Well, I mean to say that I am
ashamed to face no one; but when I
went away that day I expected never to
return until my baby was a young
woman. I wandered down to the city
and felt lonelier amid all those strange
faces than I would on leagues of prairie
with not a living thing in sight. I
heard the bells of old Trinity chiming
and pealing, and just because I was so
lonesome I turned into the church. I
bad not been in such a place for years.
The music lifted me right out of my
self, mother, and as I thought of the
old home I bowed my head and said a
prayer, the first for many a year, that I
might return there and find a welcome.
1 will always remember that just then
the clock tolled out 12. It marked the
hour when I made up my mind to go
home again.”
She led him along as when he was a
little child up the olden path into the
well remembered room.
“My son—baby’s father—has come
back home!” she said with a quiver in
her voice, and burst into passionate
tears.
Baby screamed joyously, “Papa!
papa!” Every one rose to their feet
with startled cries of welcome except
the deacon, who turned ashen pale, and
with a groan fell back in his chair. His
son sprang to his side. “Why, father,”
ho said cheerily, “is this your welcome?”
His lips touched the white scant hairs;
a tear glistened on the old man’s face.
“My son that was dead and is alive,”
the deacon murmured. “Thank God!
thank God!’’—Lizzie P. Cutler in Home
Journal.
Customs of Iceland and Lapland.
In a country not far from where “the
two spirits of tho globe, the magnetic
and tho electric,” according to Michelet,
do nightly hold carnival in the polar
circle, the poor Icelanders are allowed
as a rare treat to have bread to eat with
their Christmas mutton and milk por
ridge.
In southern Lapland, should the house
holder neglect to provide an ample store
of fuel for the season’s needs, in popular
belief, the disgusted yule swains or
Christmas goblins will so befoul the
woodpile that there shall be no getting
at its contents.
There also it is that the girl wP'
wishes, nuptially speaking, to learn her
fate places a table in the center of a
vacant chamber, and on it two glasses—
the one of water, the other of brandy.
Then, taking a broom, she must sweep
the room three times carefully, against
the and if she is to enter the mar
ried state her future husband will ap
pear before she completes the third
round, and drink from the water glass
if a sober man, or from the brandy tum
bler if he be a drunkard.
Again, if a Laplander at Christmas,
before retiring, pulls off his boots and
flings them over his left shoulder, he
shall know, from the shoes pointing to
ward the door, whether a long journey
or death shall be his portion during the
new year, but if on the other hand the
boot toes turn inward he can feel as
sured of another twelve months’ lease of
his present existence.—Selected.
Love's Softening Influence.
It is remarkable how far little evi
dences of love and confidence in the
homo circle go toward perfecting the
moral character and habits of men.
Many a man whose wife presents him
with a box of cigars on Christmas will
swear off smoking on New Year's.—Mil-'
waukee News.
An Unexpected Demand.
Santa Claus —Hello; what’s this? Ten
stockings instead of eight?
Assistant—Yes, sir. I forgot to tell
you. There was a pail’ of twins born
here last night.—Selected.
The Mistletoe.
9b, dainty odor of the mistletoe.
Sending my fancy off io long ago!
All this small room with faint perfume besot,
A modest mimicry of violet.
those ancient days when linen robes of priest
Caught the green bough to deck some furious
feast.
Breaking the brittle sterns with knives of gold—
Those days were not so tine as some less old.
As jovial days, when jolly Christmastide
Filled all the earth with mirth, dear love be
side, ,
Sweet was it then, beneath tho mistletoe.
To catch a pretty maid and kiss her—so!
Dh, dear was yesterday beneath the bough.
And dear the kisses given there, I trow;
Full sweet the days we never can forget.
But, P.h, tomorrows will be sweeter yet!
—New Orleans Picayune.
A Bad Habit Among Children.
Children should be warned against the
indiscriminate fashion they have of put
ting every thing in their mouths while out
of doors. Biting at their gloves is a very
common trick, and even money is often
held between their teeth while making
change. People do not realize that their
children are constantly carrying things to
their mouths unless they begin to notice
them particu'arly in regard to it, and they
will then be astonished to see what a pre
vailing habit it is.
Give a young child an umbrella, a stick,
a pencil to hold, and rhe chances are it
will be in the mouth within five minutes,
and when one considers how many danger
ous diseases can be and are introduced into
the system solely through the mouth it is
easy to understand why one cannot be too
careful. —New York Tribune.
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for 5 gallon tubs. Color, dark red. Will
stop leaks in tin or iron roofs that will
last for years. Try It.
Send stamp fur samples and full par
ticulars, Gum Elastic Roofing Co.,
39 and 41 West Broadway, New York.
Local agents wanted.
.MONEY TO LOAN.
I NEGOTIATE LOANS ON FARMS
on better terms than can be secured
elsewhere.
JOHN T. WEST,
Thomson, Ga., Nov. 30, 1892. 4
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