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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. A Tablecloth Worth Having. The American woman who is the proud possessor of a silk petticoat covered with embroidered autographs will hide her di minished head when she reads about Mrs. Eduard Sacher’s tablecloth. Mrs. Sacher is the wife of a well knotvn Vienna res taurateur, and her tablecloth is covered with the signatures of distinguished guests who have dined in the Sacher rooms. Archdukes, princes of foreign houses, men and women of the Austrian nobility, artists, writers and musicians ar? repre sented. The autographs were originally written in pencil and afterward, embroid ered by Mrs. Sacher. It is said that no one has ever refused to sign his name.—Chicago The headdresses of 1770 were so large thr.t ladies going to balls were forced, to save their headgear, to kneel on the floors of their carriages. A good eveningsilk for an elderly woman is a black moire having hair line stripes in several colors. It is subdued and yet sufficiently lively. Lingo’s / Lira Regulate Stimulates the Liver To Healthy Action, Excels Halaria, TONES UP THE SYSTEM, CURES Indigestion, Headache, Constipation, WMSNSS AND IS A SPLENDID sain ’ READ THIS TESTIMONIAL. This certifies that I have tried most of the Liver Medi cines, and find Lingo’s Liver Regulator the best. I regard it as a per fect Tonic Liver Regulator and anti-Malarial. Am subject to intense headache and consti pation. This medicine has been a complete remedy to me. THOS. E. WATSON. Nov. 23, 1892. > If your system is run down and your liver irregular, or you are suf fering from MALARIA or INDI GESTION, give this Medicine a trial. 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Rooms 4 and 5, 48 Wall st.,opp. Union depot. Atlanta, Ga. K OTICE.—CHUFERS FOR SALE. The cheapest hog feed a man can raise. For further particulars apply to W. S. Kinard Ga. RoofinG*. GUM - ELASTIC ROOFING FELT costs only $2.00 per 100 square feet. Makes a good roof for years, and any one can put it on. GUM-ELASTIC PAINT costs only 60 cents per gallon in barrel lots, or $4.50 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 7