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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
McDosopou, Ga.
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the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
rf Georgia and the United States District
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attorney at law.
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attorney at law,
McDonouoh, Ga .
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jy A. BROW'S.
’ ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDonoioh, Ga.
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ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia and the United States District
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PETER’S CHRISTMAS.
A HOLIDAY STORY OF LIFE AMONG THE
BOOTBLACKS.
[Copyright by American Press Association.]
ETE lived at the
'IK P ] e wsboys’ home
.a big Arneri
. was not a news
■& '/ y 'wrboy, but the way
y> came to be at
iyr home was
■ His brother
y Patsey, 9 years
was father,
t I t jjof mother and all to
ISr ‘ M I LIi MKK Pete, and Patsey
was a newsboy.
W / Pete was but 6,
TULv! a *°° y° nn s t°
n peddle papers, so
if W [)| Patsey thought,
''l >* and as he was
quite a successful newsboy himself, he
could afford to “have his family with
him,” as he said. Pete was his family.
There were only those two, and neither
could remember when there had been
any one else in the family circle. It did
uot cost very much to live at the home,
for the charge each day was five cents for
supper, six for lodging and six for break
fast, which for both boys would amount
to not quite two dollars and a half a
week, and “find yer own lunch.”
But first it must be explained that the
home is a place where newsboys who
have no other place to live can sleep
comfortably and get their breakfasts and
suppers besides, if they wish, for the
small sums mentioned above. Its object
is not only to give them good places to
sleep, but to help them in other ways.
It furnishes its inmates with schooling,
books to read and baths, free. It gives
them a chance to save their jiennies by
affording each a place in the bank—a
great talile whose top is full of numbered
slits—and offering a reward for the boy
who has saved the largest amount when
the bank is opened at the end of each
month. It also makes them keep good
hours by refusing admittance to all who
come very late at night. A “home”
isn't the worst place in the world for a
boy who has no jiarents. In fact, it is a
pretty good place.
But to come back to Pete. He staid
at the lodging house most of the time,
because Patsey was afraid to have “sech
a little chap” on :!#: streets, and the ma
tron, Mrs. Brown, was very good to
him. She allowed him to remain with
her during the day, and gave him his
dinner when she took hers, because she
said he was a “real help* to her, so he
was,” in her work. He was a quiet lit
tle fellow and very sweet tempered.
The newsboys all loved him, and many
a lad remembered to bring Pete a flower
or a bit of fruit at night. Newsboys are
rough in speech and action, but many a
one has a kinder heart than beats under
a fine jacket.-
Patsey, as I liave said, supported him
self and Pete; but you must not think it
was an easy task. In order to do this
and put pennies away in the bank he
had to work early and late. He sold late
papers because thero were not so many
newsboys on the streets then and not so
much competition. Sometimes he did
not come in until little Pete, who went
to bed directly after he had his sujiper,
had been asleep for hours In his little
bunk, with its neat white pillow and
bine coverlet. The great dormitory had
rows and rows of beds, built one over
another, like berths in ships, and when
the word “Bed” was spoken on the stroke
of 9 in the room where many of the boys
spent their evenings reading, all had to
go, and those oat much later were fined.
Indeed, no boy was allowed to come in
after 11, and Patsey was a real hero to
stay out after that time so that all his
papers might bo sold, and then sleep
anywhere he could fiud a place. Mrs.
Brown knew why he staid, and was sure
he did not hang around the streets until
11 jnst for a lark, as the boys sometimes
did; but the rule was strict, and she
could not set it aside for one boy. How
ever, Patsey was bright and good nat
ired, and quite a favorite with a certain
net of people who used to buy his papers
pretty regularly, and he was not often
left with any on his hands as late as 11.
It was nearing Christmas time, and
great were the calculations which Pat
sey was making about a “Chrisninss
treat fur little Pete.” He talked it over
with the matron one night, just after
the announcement had been made that
the banks in the big table would be
opened on the 23d of December, instead
of compelling the boys to wait until the
first of the month, as was the rule,
“Ain’t it jolly, Mrs. Brown?” said Pat
sey. “I believe there’ll be a couple of
dollars in my bank, and I’ll spend every
red cent of it fur Pete. It’s kinder tough
on a little chap like him uot to have any
folks when Chrismuss comes .uDJigija
’ini presents an’ turkey an’ all the tilings
that everybody has then. But I’ll make
it up ter him as well as I kin, you bet.
He’s a-goin’ ter hang up his stockin’, an’
I’m a-goin’ ter take him out fur tiptop
grub ter one of them eatin’ houses—res
tyurants, as the swell folks calls ’em, an’
we’re a-goin’ *er have turkey an’ mince
pie, Mrs. Brown. What d’ye say to
that?” And Patsey stopped from sheer
want of breath.
“I don’t tliink Pete need mind want
ing frinds, Patsey McCall. Isn’t it your
self that is a good enough friend to him
ter make up for all the rest? What more
does he want than what you liavo
planned? Nothing but a tree, and may
be we can fix him up with one; who
knows?”
“I could git a tree, but there’d be
nothin’ to put on it,” said Patsey.
“Never mind, Patsey,” replied Mrs.
Brown mysteriously; “you find the tree,
and I will see what we can find to put
on it.”
She was thinking of a pair of bright
red mittens she was herself knitting for
the express purpose of keeping Pete's
hands warm when ho went out. And
visions of scalloped cakes she meant
to liave baked for the little chap and tho
bag of candy she had made up her mind
to buy him passed before her, only now
sho seemed to see them on a tree in
stead of being laid under his pillow, as
she had intended.
“Hooray fur ye, Mrs. Brown,” shouted
Patsey. “Yer a brick, an’ no mean
rough one either, but a nice, smooth
Filadelfy brick, what they uses to build
fine houses with, that’s what ye arel
I'll find a tree; trust me for that.” And
the delighted boy when to his bed, di
, PETER'S STOCKING.
rectly over the one occupied by little
Pete, to dream of all sorts of Christmas
delights.
And Mrs. Brown good natnredly for
gave Patsey’s somewhat unconventional
enthusiasm.
The treat for the newsboys this par
ticular 'year was an entertainment
given by some young people who were
charitably inclined and who had nothing
else to give. It was presented in a hall
very near the .home the night before
Christmas, and nil the boys having re
ceived free tickets were glad to go.
Among other attractive numbers on the
programme was one song, sung by a
beautiful little girl with yellow hair,
who was dressed all iu whin- and seemed
like an angel to the newsboys, who looked
at her with awe. The boys could hear
every word, for a child’s utterance in
singing is always very distinct, and the
voice that sung to them was so soft and
musical that it seemed to float all around
the room. This is what they hoard:
Feur uot: for behold, I bring you good tiding*
ot groat joy, which shall be to nil people. For
•into you is l>orn this (lay, in tho city of l>avid, n
Saviour, which Is Christ the Lord.
The song repeatod itself as tho music
changed, and again tho boys hoard;
For unto you Is I>oni this day
In tho city of David,
In tho city of David,
A Saviour, a Saviour, which is Christ tho Lord.
There were other features—humorous,
beautiful and bright, but none took such
hold on little Pete as this. He dreamed
TIIP, CHRISTMAS TREK.
of the golden haired singer that night,
when other little ones were having “vis
ions of sugar plums,” and Banta Claus,
and a big dinner. Ilis stocking was hung
close by tho narrow lied, and after Pete
had fallen asleep Patsey had filled it
with peanuts and candy, and an orange
or two.
The tree stood ready, and thorn was
hardly a boy who had not contributed
something to put on it. This was the
matron’s secret, for not even Patsey know
thut she hail told the newsboys about his
plans for liis brother’s Christmas. One
ragged chap gave a bright new five cent
piece, which Mrs. Brown had some trou
ble in fastening on tho tree. Another
brought an Easter egg, which had long
been one of his cherished possessions, and
some put their money together to get Pete
a knife. There was also a toy cap pistol
left ever from some one’s lust Fourth of
July, a jumping jack, lots of apples and
popcorn cakes, some candy, a penny
picture book, and “other things too
numerous to mention.” The ml mit
tens hung gayly from one branch and a
squeaking bird from another. A brass
watch and chain, bought on the street,
bwring from the tip end of a third branch,
and altogether the small tree was a
startling sight, or would be to some chil
dren used to the graceful, wax caudle
trimmed ones of grand parlors.
When the little fellow woke early
Christmas morning he made a dive for
the knobby stocking which hurjg by his
lied. Then there was a cry of delight as
he held it up in true orthodox fashion
by the toe, and the peanuts tumbled out
over the oranges and the candy over
the peanuts.
“Oh! oh! Patsey, is they all fur me?”
he called out. This waked some of the
other boys, and they, with Patsey, rolled
out of bed and began to dress, because
papers must be sold Christmas morning
as well as any other time.
“Course they is, Pete,” answered Pat-
Bey. “Ain’t that yer stockin’, an’
didn't ye hang it up to sec what ud be
in it in tho mornin'? Go long wid ye
now; I don't want none o’ yer goodies,”
as Pete held out a handful.
Then the delighted little fellow began
to offer the other boys some, and this bo
touched them that they vented their
feelings by various characteristic re
marks:
“Pitch inter ’em yerself, Pete.”
“You’re a goose to give away w’..at
was give to you.”
“I don't eat candy before breakfm.
’cause it don't agree with me const! too
khtm.”
“You’re a jolly chap, Pete, that's what
you are.”
“Three cheers fur Pete an' bisstockin,” !
said some one. They were given with a
will, though it was against tho rules to
make a noise in the dormitory, bnt every
one overlooks such demonstrations at
Christmas, and so did Mrs. Brown.
When ail the boys had gono she took
charge of Pete, but kept him out of her
sitting room, much to his surprise, bid
ding him wait till Patsey should come
home; so he played around contentedly
for a while.
“Does yon know where the City of
David is?” he asked suddenly. “I hoard '
about it las’ night,” ho said. “I think it I
was a angel that sting it.”
Mrs. Brown was busy just then, and
she gave little heed to the child’s prat
tle and he said no more, but ui his mind
was a vuguo idea that bo should like to j
find the place because that beautiful lit
tle girl had sung about it, nnd so it
must bo very nice.
When Patsoy came back ho looked in
quiringly at Mrs. Brown, and she said
at once, "Come into my sitting room,
boys. I have something to show you."
Patsey's astouishmont was nearly as
great as Pete's, for he thought the small
tree would not have much on it. There
it was, well filled, mid as Mrs. Brown
gave Pete the things she told who each
donor wits: Both lioys were wild with
delight, but as it was nearly noon when
the tree was bare, they begged a place
to put the treasures in, and started out,
Pete with his rtsl mittens on proud
hands, to the “restyurant.”
"Patsey, do you know where the city
of David is?” asked Pete, as they walked
gayly along.
“Now, Pete, what makes yor talk so
silly? No, I don't, an’, what's more, I
don't want ter,” stdd Patsey decidedly.
‘‘This city suits me well enough."
"Didn’t ye hear Taint it las’ night,
Patsey, when the angel wore Hingin’?” ,
“That were a girl, Pete; but she did ,
look like a angel, sure ‘nough. I don't
remember the city of David, though.”
Pete trudged on with a sigh. He was
used to having liis questions remain un
answered. After a good dinner the boys
started back to the home, but as they
neared the place a group of Patsey’s
chums came up and asked him to join
them in some fun they had planned.
The home was a block or so away, and
Pete said he could go the rest of the way
alone, so Patsey left him nnd went with
the Ikivs. The little fellow trotted on,
looking so happy in spite of . his worn
clotliee and cheap, clumsy shoes that
many whom ho met smiled at him.
A fragment of that beautiful song
again sounded in his ears. The city of
David! He would find it himself, Pete
thought, and though it was but a step
further to the homo he turned and went
up another street, resolved to ask a po
lieeman. None appeared, and ho walked
on and on, thinking that perhaps the
city he sought was next to his own city,
and if ho could only get outside of that
groat place he could find what he sought.
More mid more tired grew the little feet,
and at last, frightened nnd chilled, lie
stumbled on a cjossing, J.-eJ ’
team driven by one of four young men
in the carriago behind came around the
comer. It struck the child and threw
him to one Hide, the carriage uover »toi>-
P»ng.
T hero was a rush of bystanders for
tho little figure, and when picked up
Pete was very limp and weak, but con
scious, and ho begged them to take him
to tho homo. Of course this could not j
bo done, and Pete was carried in an am- 1
bulance to tho nearest hospital, after
which word was sent to Mth. Brown. It
did not take her and Patsey long to find j
their way to the place where Pete lay,
and she mourned over tho sick child ns ■
if he were one of her own. Putney's grief
when ho saw Pete lying in the hospital
cot know no bounds, and he remorse
fully blamed himself for leaving his
brother alone; but tho boy tried to con-1
sole him by saying: “I ain't liurtod much,
Patsoy. Don't ye mind.”
“What fur did ye go off, Pete?" asked
Patsey.
“1 wanted ter find tho city as the little ;
girl sung alxrat,” said Pete. “Nobody .
tolled me, so I thought maybe I’d find it
meself.”
When they left him ho was bravely
uniting, to try to make them think he
didn't mind being left without them.
They went to visit him as often ns the
rules allowed, and each time he said
“Better” when asked how he felt. Ho I
complained of no pain, hut simply j
wished to lie quiet. The newsboys sent j
all sorts of nice things to him, and these
attentions were consoling to Patsey ns
well as to tho sick boy.
For days he lay in lied, growing more
and more feeble, but often talking to
Patsey alxiut bow much ho wished to
find the city of his search.
‘‘Good-by, Patsey dear,” he said one
day, his arms uroand his brother's neck.
“I’m a-goin’ ter sleep as soon as it’s dark,
so I kin get up early in the mornin’ an'
find the city. I'll ask every one I meet,
an’ sure some one 11 know.”
The brothers kissed each other. Then
Patsey went slowly away to sell his
evening papers. At dusk little Pete fell
| trauqnilly asleep. Some tiino in the
night his search for all things earthly
was endeu, and when morning dawned
there was only his body left, still and
white, but with the old sweet smile on
the face. Annie Iraiiei. Wiuas.
Not Up to the Standard.
Mr. Bingo— I want to give my wife a
Christmas present of a pet deg.
Dealer (displaying handsome speci
men) —What do you think of that fellow?
Mr. Bingo (promptly) Not ugly
enough.
THE OTHER EXTREME.
v*" I
“Dear mo!" Haiti Santa Claua as he
CAme down the chimney fleet,
“I'vo heard of coals hooped on the head.
But thene. are on my feet.”
HER MERRY CHRISTMAS.
She wandered down Rivington street
crying softly. She was hungry, and it
seemed more pitiful for her to be hungry
on Christmas eve than it was for the
dozens of other children on Rivington
street to bo hungry. Tho year before she
had not only not been hungry, but she had
had a Christmas tree. Tho other children
had always been more or less hungry
apd they had never had a Christmas tree.
She shuffled her jiartly bare feet along
on the icy sidowalk. Snow had frozen
on what was left of the uppers of her
shoes. Her feet were very cold, but she
did not mind the cold so much os she
did the hunger, nor tho hunger so much
ns the loneliness—tho absence of tho
Christmas tree and the daddy and mam
to jnnip her up mid down and watch the
sparkle in her eyes ns she saw their poor
little presents. They had not been a
very interesting daddy and mam to other
people—daddy had been a hod carrier
and mam used to take in washing. But
they hml been all she had—everything!
A comfortably dressed stout woman
stopjied her. Tho woman was probably
a shopkeeper's wife, and had a heart
more or less kind. She had intended to
give the gi 1 something to eat and per
liaps some money; but she asked her if
she was a good girl and gave her some
advice first of till. This iutulo tho girl
angry, and she answered her saucily.
Tho comfortablo woman turned away
with a comfortablo expression of horror
on her face, and turned back into her
comfortable doorway. The girl passed
on, lonelier, hungrier, colder than be
fore.
Midnight came. Sho liad lost con
sciousness of details—her loneliness, her
hunger, her shivering bail ceased to im
press her. She knew only that she was
miserable. But still she walked.
At 3 o’clock on Christmas morning sho
hail to stop walking, however. She was
on a deserted East river dock, and sho
Uml'tiWhere nn and baric
left a soft bed of snow—loft it for h'o# f
perhaiis; and the wind gave its gift
without giving any advice first.
Her eyes closed. Her shivers ceased.
She lay very still. She was asleep. Sho
did not move again until a red ray from
the crisp winter sunrise touched her
face.
Then she sat np nnd gazed solemnly
at the sunrise for a moment. Slowly her
expression became a happy one. She
really looked almost like a pretty child.
She raised her arms and held them out
toward the glow. Her lips moved.
“Daddy! mam!” she said.
Then sho dropped back into the lied
given by the wind.
The girl had a merry Christmas after
all. Edward Marshall.
The Next Thing In Order.
Husband (dispLaying handsome check,
a pair of solitaire earrings and a sealskin
robe) —Here are a few trinkets for yonr
Christmas, dear.
Wife—Ob, you darling old tiling! I
could jnst—run, um—love you to death.
But say, dear, please ansvfer me one
question.
Husband—Certainly, darling.
Wife—Do tell ine what you arc going
to give me next year?
A Question of Weight.
LTW
Young Housewife—How much is this
turkey?
Marketman Twenty-one cents a
pound.
Young Housewife—And tliis?
M arketinan—Eighteen.
Young Housewife—What a difference.
I suppose it is because one is so much
smaller than the other.
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