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Under the Christmas Bell
BY ANNA S. RICHARDSON.
Copyright, i904, by Anna S. Richardson.
Lucille Saunders glanced Into her
boudoir. Holly wreaths stood out
brilliantly against the background of
white moire silk which covered the
walls. She crossed to her husband's
room. Here was more holly, with ma
hogany for a background. At the
foot of the stairs a great crimson
Christmas bell hung in the entrance
to the drawing room.
She raised her hand and touched the
crimson flowers. Artificial! Shrug
ging her shoulder, she passed on to
the dining room, and then for the
first time, her face cleared. Above the
table was a bell of pure white flowers
from which swung white ribbons to
the four corners of the table. The
centerpiece was of white roses and
lilies of the valley. The table was
laid for two. Leaning over to straight
en a spray of the lilies, she caught her
reflection in the great mirror above
the buffet, and sha laughed, a rippling
girlish laugh which swept away all
the tired lines around her eyes and
the wistful curves which, all afternoon,
had framed her lips.
How absurdly old-fashioned that
frock looked, and it was just a trifle
too tight. Yet only four short years
had passed since she had worn it for
the first and only time. How won
derful she had thought it then, the
gleam of the satin (it had beep, her
first satin frock), the soft fall of the
lace, the opalescent lights in the pearl
passementrie.
Would Billy recognize It, she wop
• ••
derod. At least he might recognize
thnlt there was something different
about her appearance and ask what
was wrong. She had not reminded him
of the date. She had hoped he might
remember.
Passing down the hall she met
Sampson, the butler.
"The rooms are looking very well."
*ho said. She knew that the man had
superintended their decoration in per
son. "But X wish that to-morrow
you'd order some real, old-fashioned
evergreens, long ropes of sweet smell
ing stuff. You know the sort I mean,
It smells of the woods.”
“Yes, Mrs. Saunders,” said the man,
pleased with her approval, so seldom
expressed of late. "The first thing in
the morning, ma’am. Mr. Darraugh'B
in the drawing room.”
She moved forward swiftly. It was
good of Ralph to come. She had not
"een him since he came back from
i-xypt. She had heard strange tales
of Ralph, yet she did not want to think
"1 i hem now, to believe them at any
time, for Ralph had remembered, and
the remembrance would cover a multi
tude of sins.
"I'm a day too soon with my Christ
bias wishes,” he said when she had
h * nt for a vase hi which to arrange
the stalks crowded by great American
' "•■uty roses. She hod felt a sudden
‘how of happiness and a desire to lian
!**• the flowers herself. "But I am
having the city to-night—and I want
*" * deliver them In person,”
'•olng sway again? You should
o v been born a Bedouin, Italph.
"u were never meant for (dew York "
was arranging the (lowers now,
"awing to one aide ovaaiiaiillf to
* tdy the effect t#f her work Oar
‘til. front hte easy chair by the gas
’ * twt with buufrji, tired
' 4 ■ a.
“That's your wedding dress.” he
said abruptly.
She dropped a marvelous courtesy
and flung him a happy glance.
“What a memory you have, to be
sure. It looks a bit behind the times,
but It makes me happy just to put it
on. I’ve beer, wondering whether
Billy will recognize it. That was a
great day, Ralph Do you remember?
The girls in their organdie frocks, all
pink and the flowers scattered by the
little girls in my Sunday-school class.
Sunday-school! Doesn't that seem a
long way off, Ralph? Whoever dream
ed that day in four short years
Billy would make his everlasting for
tune, and I—little insignificant I—
would be presiding over an establish
ment like this. Four years—it seems
such an age, Ralph.”
The girlish gaiety had suddenly fall
en from her. Like a crumpled rose
she sank back in the chair opposite
him. The man looked from her to the
dancing gas flames.
Four years? No, an aeon, during
which he had traveled on and on, fur
ther and further away from a certain
small town in northern New York,
but never away from an image which
came to him in the silent hours of the
night aboard boat, or in the heart of
a mirage on the banks of the Nile—
the vision of the girl in white satin
and filmy lace and pearl passemsentrie,
with the glow of a love that was not
for him illuminating her face.
Yes, the ugly stories she had heard
—or at least part of them—were true.
But if he had stood in Billy Saunders
place that day, it might all have been
Ills Hand Dropped Into His Pocket
so different. He pulled himself to
gether, for she was speaking again.
"It isn't worth the candle, this game
of making money fast and hard,
Ralph. You cannot understand it, be
cause you were born to it. All you
have to do is to draw your Income —”
"And spend it,” he said with a tinge
of bitterness. “It's awfully hard to
get rid of sometimes—that is, in a
way to bring any return.”
The leaned forward, her elbow on
the chair-arm. her sweet face resting
In the palm of her hand.
“Ralph, you ought do marry.” The
man started as if stung. "You haven't
the least idea how much money a wo
man can spend—when she has nothing
else to do.”
Was that bitterness in her voice,
too? He leaned forward and his
breath came hard and fast.
"Lucille, are you happy?”
She drew back.
“Oh. yes. yes-perfectly happy.
Only”—and her lips quivered Just a
trill*—"l miss Billy so. He's so ter
ribly busy making money, money and
more money. I wanted to go home
for Christmas, but he said—”
”1 know." Interrupted Parraugh
shortly. "The market's In had shape.
Things looked nasty when the ex
change closed to-day. There's many
a chap will have anything but a merry
Christ mas this year.”
"You don't think It will mak* Billy
late? I've had Iha table laid Just as
It was the day of our wedding and I'vs
ordered exactly the same things
served She flushed slightly and
Ihrsw him * glance that was hslf
apologetic. "I know It sounds silly,
but —‘ . „
"Mb* Isn't happy, slit toft f nappy,
(b# man was saying under his btssfh,
and suddenly tils blood flowed to mi
twllstll gUsSIM#
The second man entered the room.
“A telephone from Mr. Saunders. He
said we should not disturb you if you
had guests, but to tell you that he
could not come home to dinner. You
are not to wait for him. he said, but
to go on to the opera with Mr. and
Mrs. Farrall as you had planned. He's
very sorry, but there's an important
meeting—”
“That will do, James.” She had
risen, and, as the man disappeared, she
grasped the edge of the onyx table un
til the cords stood out in her slender
white hands.
“He did forget—he did," she mur
mured, ignoring the presence of the
man who -was watching her curiously.
"I thought I would just see whether
the date tvould make him remember.
He might have noticed it on the morn
ing paper or the calendar.” Her tone
was low, tense and bitter. “But I
might have known better.” She turn
ed away. Her hands were almost
tearing at the lace of her bodice.
“Where are you going?” demanded
Darraugh, rising and taking a step
toward her.
“Up to my room, to tear off this sil
ly dress. I—l hate it. To the opera
with the Farrall’s? No, I will not go
with them, nor with any one else, but
to-morrow—to-morrow I shall go home.
Why should I stay here —alone? Oh,
you cannot understand! You’ve been
sailing here, there. everywhere, in
your yacht, meeting new' people, doing
new things, while I’ve been doing the
same old round of parties and dinners
and bridge and calls, and waiting for
Billy to make enough money to stop
and take notice of his wife. You can’t
understand —I hate it all—l hate it!”
Darraugh was standing with his
hands clasped behind his back. She
could not see his fingers working ner
vously.
“Don't go up to Kingston. Lucille,”
he said almost harshly. “You won't
—forget there. Come with us—and see
things and do things, as you call it.
We’re sailing to-night for—w’ell, south
—anywhere to get away from this
blasted sleet and cold. We’ll probably
stop first at Palm Beach. Come along,
and we'll make you forget.”
”W'e—who are wc?" she said uncer
tainly.
“The Ashlcy-Burdens, Haynes, Mrs.
Tllford. Dick Stewart, and Hanley.”
He rushed through the names as one
who fears they might prove a stum
bling block. Young Mrs. Saunders
had never "trotted” with the set. “It’s
going to be no end of a lark. We’ll
hang our stockings all In a row In
the saloon and eat Christmas dinner
on the deck miles and miles from this
beastly sleet and snow. Come on,
Lucille. Why, child, you've never half
lived—you’ve Just been hibernating In
this big brown stone palace, waiting
for Billy to wake up. He'd never miss
you—l beg your pardon, Lucille—l
meant he'd not care to Join us. The—
the market might turn while we were
gone, or—er—something.’ *
He paused awkwardly, but the shot
had gone home. She flung up her
head.
"I’ll go, Ralph. It Is awfully good
of you to think of it.”
She was very while and the dimple
in her chin disappeared under square,
set lines.
"Can you be ready In an hour?” ask
ed Darraugh, trying hard to keep
down the eager note in his voice. "I’ll
call for you with my car."
”1 will be ready In an hour."
Once In her rooms upstairs she
tore off h*r wedding frock with hands
that trembled. Th< voles that sum
moned her maid was tense and almost
•trident. Acting under her nervous
direction, the girt packed a huge wick
et hamper wit a dainty raiment, and
•towed the gold-mounted toilet arti
cles Into a bg. In less than half an
hour Lucille, clad In her long travel
ing cloak sal down at her Ilf tie desk
to write to ner husband. The mee
agt Wis brief end to the point. Hh>
was tired of being aloas—Ur4 of.
SAVANNAH. GA.. SUNDAY. DECEMBER2S. 1004.;
waiting for him to notice her—and she
couldn’t stand It -above all things at
Christmas time. This was (he anni
versary of ther wedding, too. He had
even forgotten that.
She signed and sealed it. Then,
with her furs over her arm, she car
ried the note to his room. He would
probably go there first.
As she stepped to the door, the light
was turned up suddenly and she paus
ed. Her husband stood before his
mirror. And he had sent word for
her to go with the Farrell's. He
cotild have gone w’ith them—and ho
didn't want to. Something very like
a sob, a hard, dry sob, burst from her
lips and the man swung around from
the glass. His hand dropped into his
coat pocket—he had not yet removed
his top coat.
"Lucille—l thought you had gone.”
“I am sorry to have disappointed
you,” she began, then suddenly her
voice failed her. Was that her hus
band. that old-looking, haggard,
gaunt man, leaning heavily against his
shaving stand?
"Billy, what's the matter? Tell me,
Billy, are you 111?”
The note had slipped from her hand
to the floor. The furs followed. She
sprang forward and flung both arms
around his neck.
“Billy, there's something wrong—
something has happened!"
Almost roughly he flung off her
arms and staggered over to a couch.
“Why didn't you go?” he said thick
ly. “I didn’t—want to tell you.”
‘‘Tell me what," cried the girl. Pos
sessed by a nameless fear she followed
him to the couch. “Tell me every
thing, dear. I’m your wife. I have
the right to know—and you’ve kept
me out of your life so long.”
“Kept you out,” he said staring at
her curiously. "Why. you’ve been
with me every moment of the day.
Who do you think I’ve been working
for—Just for money? Good God,
Lucille! Couldn’t you understand it
was you—you! I’ve said I’d make the
women who once snubbed you how
before you—the women who have
patronized you because they were
jealous of your beauty."
“Billy, Billy, whatever are you talk
ing about? What women?”
“Oh. I know where you’ve gone and
who has received you, and I’ve said
I’d make you queen over them all,
when I got money enough—and now
—lt’s a damn nice Christmas present
to offer you, Lucille, an empty’ purse,
a ruined business.”
“Billy—”
“The wrong side of the C. & M. cor
ner—that’s all. And to-morrow—the
day before Christmas—l’m to meet my
creditors and close things up at 40
cents on the dollar. It’ll all go, do
you understand, Lucille? This house,
the Long Island place, the horses.
We’ll be strapped—Just where we start
ed, no worse than that—tour years
ago—four years ago to-night. Oh,
Uod!”
He buried his face in his hands and
his whole frame shook. Lucille knelt
down beside him.
“I’m so glad, Billy.”
His hands fell away from his face
and he stared at her in dull amaze.
“Glad?” he asked thickly.
“Glad we’re going to start over—and
this time we’l! start right. Oh, Billy,
it was all wrong the last time. I was
dazzled at first by city’ life, and while
I played you worked. Then when I
got tired of playing and wanted you,
there wasn’t any Billy in my life.
Business had won him from me. But
we know better now. Billy, won’t
you kiss me, just to seal the fresh
start? Its our wedding anniversary,
BUly!’*
He nodded his head, then he bent
over and kissed her in a lifeless fash
ion. She rose suddenly and flung off
her cloak.
“Give me that heavy coat, dear.
What you need is a dressing gown and
slippers.”
“You’d better ring for James,” he
said mechanically, though he handed
her the coat. She threw it across the
nearest chair, and her band touched
something heavy and hard in the pock
et. She felt again, and her lips turn
ed white. That was why he had been
standing before the mirror. A min
ute later —
She ran to his dressing room and
brought out his quilted robe. She had
ordered it herself for his last birth
day. Then back for his slippers. She
waited on him as a mother on her
child. And when she had made him
comfortable on the great couch, she
knelt down beside him.
He did not speak, but a trembling
hand was stretched forth and rested
on her hair.
"To-morrow —-after the—the meet
ing of those —”
"The creditors—”
“The creditors, yes; we will start
for home. Mother and father will be
so glad to see us. They’ve never
quite given up hopes of our coming
Oh, Billy, can’t you see the woods,
the tree heavy with snow, and the
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big drifts. Oan’t you smell the spicy
evergreens, not red Immortelles. And
we’ll hang our stocking beside the
dining room lire. Once, Billy, when
I was a wee girl, father put a whole
silver dollar In the toe of my stock
ing and I felt so rioh. X wish that to
morrow you'd stop at some candy
shop and get a few of those dear toys,
dogs and cats and birds and things.
They are so mueh better than French
bonbons for Christmas.”
She chattered on as If Wall street
and creditors and liveried servants
were miles away. But the man on the
couch, feeling the nervous tension In
her hand-clasp, understood and drew
her close.
"Mr. Darraugi.. ’
Lucille sprang to her feet She had
forgotten the man, his yacht and her
promise. Billy raised himself on one
elbow.
"Ralph Darraugh? Was he taking
you to the opera?”
“No, no,” she said hurriedly. "He's
going away—just came to say good
by. No. you mustn't go down. You’re
not fit. I’ll tell him good-by for you.”
Saunders fell back on the pillows.
Lucille bent to kiss him once more.
Darraugh was waiting for her at the
foot of the stairs, standing under the
crimson Christmas bell. Something
in her breathing, her disheveled hair
and gown, made him draw in his
breath quickly. Had she changed her
mind?
“It is so good of you to come,
Ralph, but X can't go. No, please
don't urge me. Billy has come home
—and. oh. Ralph, he’s lost everything,
everything. We’re going to begin all
over again and this time ”
She paused abruptly. Darraugh had
raised his eyes to hers and something
In his glance made her draw back.
Her voice trailed away Into a silence
that was broken only by the man's
heavy breathing.
"We will all miss you—on the
yacht,” he said, presently, the guard
raised once more. “Will you spend
Christmas here?”
“No, with niy parents at Kingston.”
She wondered If that could toe her
voice.
"I shall be back In a fortnight. Tell
Billy If I can toe of service ”
"Thank you, his—his plans are all
made. Good-by, and a merry ”
“Don’t,” he said almost roughly.
Then he bent over her hand. “I may
wish you a happy Christmas. God
knows, you deserve It, Lucille.”
She mounted the stairs slowly.
When she reached Billy’s room, she
found him in the deep sleep of utter
exhaustion. She bent over and kissed
his hair very gently.
“Billy, dearest, you’ll never know
how near we both came to the edge.
If you did. you’d count It happy
Christmas, even without a dollar.”
Nuremberg’s Commer
cial Santa Clauses
Their Joyful Business Is to Travel
Around and Play With Toys.
The good old town of Nurenberg,
which, old as It Is, Is remarkably and
perpetually up to date so far as toy
land ideas are concerned, conceived a
new Idea early last spring which has
made a perfectly delightful Job for a
lot of smart young people of the toy
makers' town.
The toy manufacturers sent out
traveling lecturers to visit all the big
cities of Kurope with all the very
best and jolllest toys and deliver lec
tures about them, and show every
body the toys In actual operation.
Talk about your Bants Clauses!
Just Imagine the arrival of a Nurem
berg toy lecturer, with a wagon filled
right up with railroad trains, and
•team engines and dolls that wiggled
and whistled, and toy houses that a
•mall girl could live In very well snd
pumps that would pump real water
with a real little engine to go by It
self, and warehouses full of tin cans
and hams and poultry and counter* and
everything else'
Out he popped out of his wagon,
which all the boys and girls of the
town erowded around, And then, that
afternoon, the lecturer would tell g||
about them, generally In the biggest
toy store of the town, and sit the
children and their parents and aunts
'and good urn-lea with laykttlywlu
could enter and listen and see
Wonderful things these wise and
enticing Mnrers carried around with
them! They even had big tin tanka
to that they could show all their mag
nificent boats torpedo boat# that
went with a whirr! driven by elec
t rPliy; submarine hosts tbe I sank un
der tbs surfs** and than shot around
like fish; battleships that fired whole
broadsides; merchant steamers with
funnels and passengers and boats all
complete and working like anything;
and last, but not by any means least,
one of those amazing lecturers actual
ly had a toy diver —a really true diver
In everything except being alive.
There was his little rubber suit with
the great horrible goggles In the hel
met, and you screwed the helmet on
his shoulders after you dressed him In
the rubber suit, and then you put a
short ladder Into a line deep, round
glass tank full of water and you let
the diver down, down while you
pumped air to him from the pump
that was rigged up above him on a
little boat, Just the kind that divers
use. And you could see the bubbles
rise from his helmet as he bobbed
along the bottom attached to the life
linn.
And that wasn't all. There was a
great big train, all complete, with a
giant locomotive of the latest style,
baggage car, smoker, palace car sleep
and all—a real American train It
was, too, marked with American
names—and It went puffing and
screaming along a track that wound
In and out and went over bridges and
under tunnels and had switches in it
any everything else. And all you had
to do was to Just touch something
with your teeniest finger as the train
went past, and It would slow down or
whistle or ring its bell or back up or
do anything else that a real train
would do. And you could set the
switches ns It came along and shunt
It off on another track, and there were
block signals and everything.
Those lectures were something
worth while, we rather guess. Don’t
you think so. too?
WATSOnI/VILL TALK
FOUR YEARS MORE.
He Will Permit No Best to Those
Surfeited With Polities.
Atlanta, Dec. 24. Hon. Thomas E.
Watson, the recent candidate for the
presidency on the People's party tick
et, made the following statement to
day on the political situation;
“The campaign of 1904 wAs but a
prelude to the campaign of 1908. The
start had to be made, and It seemed
to me a vital necessity to start at a
time when both the old parties were
openly pledged to plutocracy and class
legislation. The Republicans stood
pat for every evil of the present sys
tem which builds colossal fortunes upon
the false basis of special privilege. The
Democrats, led by place-hunters and
time-savers, ravenous for the spoils
of office, shamelessly abandoned every
Democratic principle and transferred
their standard to the hands of the
gambler, the monopolist and the Wall
street corporations. At such a time,
when both the old parties were down on
their knees to class legislation. It seem
ed a high duty that someone preach
the gospel of ‘equal rights to all.’
"Instead of the Hamiltonian theory
of divine right of the few to govern
and monopolize. I believe as Jefferson
and Lincoln did. In the rule of all for
the benefit of all. As well as I could
I made the light for Jeffersonian prin
ciples.
"All things considered the support I
received was encouraging. Therefore,
I am resolved to devote the next four
years to a campaign of education In
which all governmental questions will
be discussed, and the citizen brought
to realize how ruinous to the masses
are the present tendencies of munici
pal, state and national legislation.”
SOUTHERN IMMIGRATION IN
CREASING.
Fitzgerald, Oa., Dee. 24.—Interest In
and Immigration to this part of the
state Is steadily on the increase. Near
ly every train brings homeseekers from
the Western and Northern states, and
the tide Is unabated.
The semi-monthly excursions from
north of ths Ohio river are • strong
factor In encouraging Immigration to
this Immediate section, though many
of those who have arrived during the
pest month are waiting here for the
opening of the HI. Georg* colony f'lty
Attorney ft- H Jay and Mr W. W.
Mparks who returned from that pla<e
yesterday, report the country apparent
ly fertile, end ere favorably impress
ad with tile site chosen for tlie pro
posal town, t trough they say t here
baa not aa yet been anything dona to
ward surveying or actually keeling tp
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PAGES 11 TO 20
NEWS OF A DAY IN
GEORGIA’S CAPITAL
SWEET CHARITY RULED.
THOUSANDS OF THE POOR WEIU3
MAtIE HAPPY.
Over 1,000 Poor Children Partici
pated In a General Christntas Dis
tribution at the Fire Department.
Organizations Distributed llaskets
Among the Needy—Ruined, lint the
People Were Not Kept Oil tho
Streets.
Atlanta, Doc. 24.—Christmas charity
has never taken a more general turn
than this year In Atlanta. Over 1,000
poor children participated In a general
Christmas distribution at the fire de
partment this afternoon, and Christ
mas trees have been arranged at all
of the charitable institutions. The Sal
vation Army has sent out to poor
families over 500 baskets of food and
clothing and several thousands of dol
lars worth of food and clothing have
been distributed by the Atlanta Lodge,
B. P. O. Elks.
All this is In addition to what has
been done by the various churches and
charitable societies.
The tain to-day did not keep the
people off tho streets and thousands
were out enjoying the Christmas eve
festivities. There was the usual num
ber of drunks, but no disorder to
amount to anything. The police had
the situation pretty well under con
trol.
Taylor Minute Clerk.
W. H. Taylor, a well-known lawyer
of Griffin, was to-day appointed minute
clerk of the executive department by
Gov. Terrell to succeed Hon. Benton
Odum of Baker county, who resigned
because of his election as state sena
tor from the Ninth dijfrict.
Admitted Forgerlfa.
John H. MoCrory, a professional beg
gar, admitted to the Recorder’s Court
to-day that he had forged the name
of various parties to checks amount
ing to several hundred dollars. He
claimed he did It when he was full of
morphine. He was bound over under
)1,000 bond and went to jail.
Arm and Leg Crushed.
Clarence W. Magee, brakeman on the
Seaboard Air Line, was thrown from
the top of a freight car by a sudden
Jerk of the train tills morning, and the
car wheels passed over his left arm
and leg. He was sent to the Grady
Hospital to have them amputated,
where his recovery Is In doubt.
Fur Memorial to Ml* Holloway.
Rev. Sam. P. Jones has offered to
contribute 1500 as a starter for a suit
able memorial to Miss Sue Holloway,
who was a well-known and successful
charity worker in Atlanta up to the
time of her death, at the age of H 9,
a few days ago. as the result of acci
dental asphyxiation.
I.ady Was Hu ad bagged.
Miss Luclle Perkins, of 99 White
hall Terrace, was sandbagged by a
highwayman last night on her way
home and robbed. She was found In
an unconscious condition and Is now
dangerously 111. The police have found
no clue to the criminal.
luatrnrtloiiz to Tax Collectors.
Tax collectors have just been sent
their annual instructions by Controller
General Wright. All the changes In
the tax Imw are pointed out, and he
calls especial attention to the new
tax which has been levied on real es
tate agents, slot machines, social
clubs where liquors are sold, steam-
I vats or dining cars where liquors are
sold, street fairs, carnival companies
end midway shows, also changes in
the lea on pawnbrokers.
—Humor has It in New York that
Bishop Henry C, Potter ia about to
retire. This report follows announce
ment of hie Intention to go on an ex
tended foreign tour. He will sell for
loniai about the end of next month.
In Kzstorn Episcopal circles It Is be
lieved that the diocese less suffered
from la/k of close supervision, being
so large and having su>h vest inter
ests ae to occupy mors attention tHon
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