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About Wayne County news. (Jesup, Ga.) 1896-???? | View Entire Issue (Dec. 23, 1909)
VOLUME XII FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. There's a busfcle iti the kitchen And a rattle *nd a din. And You’d such peculiar goings-on in; best not venture The e^rtrs are being beaten. dripped, And the butter’s being shaken And the flour’s being whipped: And the cream is being heads cracked, The nuts have had their The folly’s all a-quake; Outsiders,* making keep your Christmas distance— cake! Daisy’s Don’t say she’s lost her ribbon And her apron’s all awry* Don’t speak of flour upon her nose And smut above her eye; Don’t tel! her that the pans aren’t greased The powder’s quite at fault, That the heaping cup of sugar Was a heaping cup of salt; Don’t mentioh that the fire is out, ’TwnykLJjfr a grave mistake— Onlookers, keep vour distance When Pgisy f 8 raking cake! —'Nancyilyrd Turner, in St. Nicholas, v 5 RIGG 5 GIRD ATO A C/ir/ffmoA 1 /^esn/nijcence^ a I About this time every year l^wlsh fl had th« knack of story-tefllhg" That is, telling things so other people could see ’em.ttoo. rd lifcd of Non to see that Christmas eve as I remember lt: ’Twas a bit ovqr ten yoacs age's crowd of us boys had hit Denver with our heavy sample cases.'" Sasty weather outside,' mighty ngsty, -and we sat around the office of the hotel, smoking, reading, not talking much, and all a bit grouchy because we were where no sano man, not even a .drum¬ mer, wants' to be—aw^y*fr(?!h.'home on Christmas eve. The place was gefflnS btire with smoke and the w ind was hanging at the windows, when somebody's coughing made me sort ,of wake up to the fact that l was treading my paper upside down, and ’mostly thinking about Tom Briggs. Briggs was from our State, too— we were mostly Empire Staters-—all¬ round good chap, meant to "be In.-the running to the end. Right sort of a wife and dandy kid. but It seemed like all the hard luck in the country had been drifting his way, and to cap i it all, consumption--the doctors gave It some name, but that's what It was 1 —moored him in the end. We fel ! lows always have a feeling that the best way to sympathize-with a i-ln Briggs’ run of luck Is to keep your r mouth shut and your wallet open. [So mosphere, when the high 'doctor altitude, katd: “Rare Colorado at¬ I mountains,” and all the rest pf the I simple remedies they always’" pre [ IBrfggz' scribe, why, knowing the-tfjze 'of bank account, we never ■flMuit of It that way. Well, Briggs P^^^plorado ^Bo some mountains, §ort of a rare and the place wife In ^■nokiddie stayed back East. Some¬ how, I fd hea4/SPv^$3’' tn-T-getjttte-iiRr ir'tigeWhe-kht-g^-of tbqci out '•* of my ’ ' Mackenzie icigar, put down and hUjjjtojjMtfm knows.^any¬ $t*awf'»eh ows. any thing abofit P’*h)yeeif*.and ’Twas almost as If I’d spok 9 rtriafe he went on: Ihis "Mlghty'?Spfel we#tfrfct.r'Wbere Isn’t but fn Infernal Is that l are place?'J We might fSke •- run --- up to-morriw. cit&r. Briggs u 1 bit. How is It, Johnson p\S'f'dbw japer, cafne went over to the win dow. tfcen Jiack and sat down,!hen i*'tfiou^Bt’ Re sucke be Is out in — ycu neks knew—I’ve beefr^fcdre V*'V-eeif—^ Briggs died t he -tiay' a’tte'V'T' goIn.‘ pome of us wentjuflSg IWstafffetlTast day before yesterday ' “Tough luck, Isn’t It, boys?’.’ ... -yj,.. pz- , ;-ir Not a man of. us spokey. onljb-Jhe cigars. While we were smoking away like mad, the clerk over by the dask began to cough, and «en- wglTOked his way, he shook hTsneati/leaned over the desk, : -y “Well, little lidy, Sujd.jgiiat, can 1 do for you?’’ % By George, stahafhg ?tk#/snexl^ right in front of the desk, looktfig ttga’ rost something very •‘WApifrtiftft* cutest kid you ever ■sa‘isy ~Abottf*<?ur. years old, I reckonf long-bWVir cheeks as red as-fiseii’big hfi* 8 [n ejtee, just in her long white nightie.ipeagh-. lng up to the tail desk with one-hand and of holding tight in fee ^ 0 ther^ a^b 1 1 a black "stocking, wtfw ^ anxious kind of a laugh, not 3 bit scared of us all. buttrying tofeok through the smoke soAfTwrr’iUMaK -1 hri hiding the very thing she, was hunt ing, she said: “I’m just looking, fortje fireplace You know, Santa ■—^ .S Sg Ti /- v K g ’’J-** ■ ■*" : . 'kP ■ ■ r i« •- *, Js » t. • e’ve only but lust came ourselves, ca: "t seem to find the place to -'flpkeriBg. stockings. Please 'scuse me ■mamma, 1 waited a long time but she’s talking and flt int-rup^— n't ever ouittn Mem m Am J u u ; r ♦ specially"—and the youngster spoko so softly we ail leaned over to listen —“specially when they’re talking to God, like my mamma Is. She’s been talking to God over by the window a and looking up, so I think He’s talk¬ ing hack to her. If you'll only just show mo where my stocking goes, I'll run back and let my eyes go shut,” STAR 07 BETHiEI-IEM. A tftv - T ‘/v hr>’ - •> »< ft mm - ” ■ ' ( m ■ 3 ?? if ’ s . i A / ’ r 2 AM r r. £ W. sSm m ftj .j il i "W. life:. and the kiddie tiptoed to look over the desk. That clerk wasn't what you'd call a man quick to size up a situation, but the way he sized this one made us all sit up and take notice. Ho came 'round, lifted the youngster up and stood her on the desk, right between the gas jet and the big register, and said: "Well, you’ve been looking for the wrong place and found the right one. You see, when Santa Claus comes to a hotel, he doesn’t use the fireplace —not he! Just comes right In the door, walks up here to the big book, writes his name, just as mamma did. Then he looks right up here at. this gas jet, to see If there are any children in the house. All the chll hang their stockings here, and s aves Santa a lot of time, not hav j D g { 0 hunt all over the house. Got a pln? (jood work. Here she ipjnijed tight on where Santa can’t help seeing her. Now, then, Tady down you come, and good- night, pj urr y upstairs! He may be here any pijnute.” . Qg wen i the baby and there dan gled the s t 0 cking. Before any of us had tlme t0 gpeak> the cIerk Baid; .^ oyB _ tha f B Briggs’ little girl. Wife -tf nd haby came on to spend Christmas with him, passed him on the road. We'bad to tell her when she got here afternoon. Here’s the y ou-“ “Shut up!” growled Mack. m going out,” and he got himself -dntp his overcoat. “Bad night outside,” said Miller. -“I ’m going to turn in.” As he passed the gas over the desk something yel low slid from his hand, and the toe of little black stocking stretched a bit. One after another the rest of the crowd followed, and, somehow, with each passing the little black dangler got heavier and longer, All the while I kept seeing the things my kid sister used to pull out of her stocking Christmas morning, so when I’d put in a bit to z^ke the stocking heavier, I got on my coat and went out to see if there wasn't a toy shop in Denver. Found one alt right, and if you’ll believe me, there was Mack, and Johnson, and Miller, and every last living one of those fellows that had turned in hack at the hotel—all sneaking out the back way. “Beat it!’’ said Mack; "we've JESUP, GA.. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1909; bought all this stult the kid wants. You go get candy and candy, and then oranges—little some more candy, and some fellows, mind, to go into the stocking.” Tell you what, Santa never did a better job in his whole career than we did that night. The stocking was right heavy and dragged round the toe, but it plumped out above with oranges and stuff, parcels all stacked *4 ft •• - it A. Hi , ft ft i . ■ ] & I . ts- : . J: -A. [ft '"Ml ■ wm |*sW" * rf J 22 a Getting Ready For Christmas. below, and a big sign done by the clerk: “The Little Lady in Room 40.” One of the boys wanted to open the parcels, but some one sang out: “Oh, let the kiddle open her own parcels.” So we left ’em. Before we quit for good that night Brown turned around to the clerk “Now, listen. We don't know Briggs, and we don't know his wife, and we don't know the kid, and you don't know anything about anybody—that Is If you ever want to see any of us again. What say, boys?” We all agreed, for you see any of us might have been In Briggs' place. We shied the office next day, but that clerk was all right; he got the two of them off for home that after¬ noon. Don’t know any of the partic¬ ulars; never heard any. But some¬ how to this day I can't go by room 40 In that hotel without going a bit quieter for thinking of the woman who had been by the window there that Christmas Eve, and the kiddie with her little black stocking hunting the fireplace.—E. M. Wlieelock. To Hie Pure in Heart. God stood upon Ihe altar-stair, Unsfcen of all the throng, Across the wreathing incensed air They watched heard the holy myriad candles flare, They low the song; they prayed, And they knelt, and last Calling on Christ and Mary Maid— "Oh, "Thy keep servants’ us from love all make ill,” they strong.” sait; Rut Unseen all this time God waited there, upon the altar-stair. God stood beside the altar-rail Unseen of all but one— And Her she cheeks was a mere stained thing of with sale; aad were tears She pale; knew what she had done. The gentle folk paused in their prayer To eye the creature weeping tnere; “Preserve us, Christ and Mary Fair! —Thus did their swift words run, But Had she—so God may standing pure hearts by tiie prevail— rail. seen —Harry James Smith, in Harper’s. Greeting. Christmas greetings, One and all! Christmas seems to Have the call. Here’s a wish that You and l May By get and o'er by. it Here’s a wish that You may eat All the good old Turkey meat That vour stomach Will contain, With no fear of . Future pain. Here’s a wish that You may be Always brimming Full of glee. It's a cinch to Pen a rhyme In Christmas the joyous time! —Birmingham Age-Hera Id Christmas . Dinner MENU FOR A >5.AALL FAniLY Olidy of Tomato Cc\ery Jwup \ Crcdm Roajt Ducklinft v/aldorj Bl ' k£ Dgsd# Saiad Fruit/" Cstfertt ft : mm ft A \ ^ -A ft *v\ ifel |» in'\ v \ A\ w ; A IV li \ V l & '/i, \Vy s m W % M ?cV R v rf \V*t\ : \ a i ft] \jr s I m 3 w U Jk vvm - VAV •o-J T A % 1 Janra Claus 's Mistake X Wilde Clark >/ The trouble began the day before Christmas, eurly in the morning. ’Lizbeth got out of bed on the wrong side. Sho dressed oil (he wrong side and ate her breakfast on the wrong side, so by ten o'clock the whole house seemed wrong, Now the Wrong Side is a black lit¬ tle sin that wakes up with you and follows round If you let hhn, trying to spoil your whole day. A smile will drive him away, but. 'Lizbeth did not know tills, or else she bad for¬ gotten. It ts very strange that one cross little girl can make a whole family unhappy, bu! she cun. The day before Christmas seems such a busy time for tfl-owti-ups; they go off behind closed doors to talk In whispers and tie up mysterious pack¬ ages when they think little girls aro not looking. Now sensible, nice chil¬ dren keep out of the way; they do not ask questions, nor do they pinch big bundles and guess. The Wrong Side was close to 'Lfz beth all that day before Christmas, saying, do this naughty lliiiig and'do that naughty thing, and 'Lizbeth lis¬ tened. She began by teazlog baby brother, whom she really loved dearly, ami when she had made him cry and brought mother all the way down¬ stairs to comfort him, 'Lizbeth, with Wrong Side at her heels, wandered off to the kitchen. There was a heap¬ ing cup of raisins, which had taken cook a long time to seed. Wrong Side Bald: “Put salt on them,” so 'Lizbeth did; then she ran upstairs as fast as she could. By and by mother came upstairs 'Lizbeth hid In the hall. Mother did not gee ’Lizbeth; she went Into Auntie May’s room and closed the door—al¬ most. ’Lizbeth heard tissue paper rattle. What could it be? ’Lizbeth crept along the hall to Auntie May’s door. She railed herself on tip toe, and leaned over slowly 1111 she could look through the crack. Oh, my! There stood Auntie May with the loveliest dolly you ever saw. ’Lizbeth lost her balance—she was so excited, Bob went her head against the door and open It flew. “Why, 'Lizbeth,” said mother in oh —such a sorry voice; but ’Lizbeth did not wait. With burning cheeks she was flying downstairs, only stopping long enough to catch up her coat and hat—never mind her rubbers—she could run In the wet snow and say she forgot thym, whispered Wrong Side. So ’Lizbeth came in to lunch with very wet feet indeed; and mother did not look Christmasie one bit; she did not smile once. Well, Christmas Eve came at last, aad it was time to hang up the stock¬ ings. There was ’Llzbeth’s brown six-year size, and brother Carl’s black nine-year size, and dear baby boy’s little white sock which he pinned up all by himself. Mother had two ways of looking at you at bedtime, with her happy eyes or through her sad ones, ’Lizbeth tried to forget mother's eyes, as she went slowly upstairs. 'Lizbeth laid awake a long time; she was not one bit sleepy. Suddenly there was Wrong Side, wide awake, too, and talking to her. What was he saying? Her stocking? Why, yes, it was small, not ne-.rly so big as Carl's. He would get much more than she; lots more. ’Lizbeth slipped out of bed. Like a little white shadow she crossed the hall to grandma's room. Grandma had gone to spend Christmas at Uncle George’s. ’Lizbeth opened the bot¬ tom drawer of the big bureau. There lay grandma’s stockings in neat rolled : .-Jt ■i >■ • IS Wi % ,k b '* f $ ft ft Yc f * ■ A % ! iM ft ft ! I UK VIRGIN MOTHER. up pairs. ’Lizbeth opened~one of the rolls, My! How long they were; longer than Carl’s. ’Lizbeth stole out la the hall with one of grandma’s long stockings, and listened. Every one seemed to be In the dining-room; sho could hear voices. It took only a moment to patter downstairs; another to change her stockings for grandma’s long one, before the library fire, a third to bo hack In bed under the coverlet with a very loud-beating heart. And now let me tell you what hnp pened, In the ni’ddle of the night who should como,prancing over the roofs of tho houses In ’Llzbeth’s town, but—guess! To be sure, Santa Claus, and he was In a desperate hurry, Cor he was late on his rounds. Down In the library chimney he ARRIVAL OF THE SHEPHERDS. ft \ J : % If MmI wfp I 'tm /: s *. f mm m . ' <~<e gpft-j rt. Mg ft : ./„ ■ slid, shaking off (lie ashes and soot as he landed in the middle of the hearth rug. Of course you know be said not a word, but went straight to his work. Into Carl’s stocking went first a gold piece, then all the things he had been wishing for, games, balls, a won¬ derful knife with five blades, and heaps of candy. Baby brother’s little sock was full, too, and Santa Claus had just stuffed In a white Teddy Cub with a blue ribbon bow, when tits eyes opened in astonishment. “Why, bless my soul,” said he, “I thought grandma had gone to Uncle George’s for Christmas, and here’s her stocking. Well, I’ll just pop her things right In. Saves me going over to Uncle George’s, too,” and Santa Claus set to work again, filled grand¬ ma’s stocking, laid his finger on his nose and whisked up the chimney. Christmas morning woke bright and joyous, and ’Lizbeth woke, too. She had a feeling that something was not quite right, then she remembered Wrong Side and mother’s eyes, and grandma's stocking She dressed quickly and went into mother's room to have her hair bow tied. ’Lizbeth glanced up into her mother's face. Oh, dear me, mother was still looking through her sad eyes. But it was Chris! mas morning and Carl was tumbling downstairs to get his stockings and shouting to her to come, too. How surprised he would be when he saw her big stocking full. She might give him a few of her candies if he felt badly over any¬ thing; instead he was wild with joy over his presents. 'Lizbeth wen' up to grandma's stocking. How full it was. ’Lizbeth felt of the toe; there was a little box there, no doubt the turquoise ring she had asked for. ’Lizbeth drew out the first package, wrapped in soft tissue paper, and opened it. My goodness me! It was a spectacle case! The next was a box of peppermints. (’Lizbeth hated pep¬ permint), and the little box at the toe held a silver thimble with "Grandma” on the side and big enough for three j of ’Lizbeth’s little fingers, "What did you get, ’Lizbeth,” cried : Carl, but ’Lizbeth was not there. Up i in her little pink and white room she i was gobbing, sobbing, sobbing It wa s a very strange Christmas ln deed ’Lizbetb came down to dinner with red an A swollen eyes, but no one noticed, no-‘ even Carl. When it be jan to grow dark she went back up- 1 stairs; ob/bow miserable she was. ummW) m X\ •J Si V f * Carol—“When Shepherd? Wn<chc<J Tlieir Flocks by Night.” Of course she understood it all. Santa Claus had made a mistake, but it was all her fault, her own selfish, wicked little fault, Oh, oh, oh, It was very dreadful, but It Was too late now. She would not have any Christ¬ mas because she had been so bad. And Auntie May's lovely dolly? She would never tee that either. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” sobbed ’JAz beth. ”1 never meant to be so naughty. Mother, mother, I do love you. Don't look like that any more,” and ’Lizbeth flung herself down on the floor by her little white bed. Sud¬ denly she put her two small hands to¬ gether and said: “Please God, make iny mother’s sad eyes- go away, and please God, make me a good girl, and please God, make Santa Claus come back.” W ■ . ■ ft Tho Yule-Tide Cake With Stockings of Frosting. She felt this last was almost too much to ask; but just then mother caught her in her arms and kissed her hair. And what do you think? Santa Claus did.come back. 'Lizbeth wrote him a letter that night, sitting on mother's lap. She told him how very sorry she was. She said she thought she had been too naughty to have a whole Christmas, but If she could just have half her things, and a little candy that was not peppermint, she would be satisfied, and she promised never, never, never again to make mother look through her sad eyes. Mother hung up 'Llzbeth’s own lit¬ tle brown stocking and pinned the note to the toe. Then she tucked 'Lizbeth In her little white bdd and gave her the sweetest kiss that ever grew. What dp you think was sitting at tho foot of ‘Llzbeth’s bed the next morning? Yes, Auntie May’s dolly, and when 'Lizbeth went downstairs, with her little hand tight in mother’s there hung her stocking full to the very brim, and a little ring box way down In the toa.—American Home Monthly. Christmas Eve in Wildwood Hollow. In Wildwood Hollow, t'other eve, they had a Christmas tree, And scores of pretty presents tilled the animals with glee. Sir Reynard smiled a foxy smile, and scarce his joy could hush, When presented with a fine, new comb, to match his handsome “brush. Old Bruin's wife gave him a box, to hold Miss Centipede, his many “cuffs;’’ whose feet cold, had were a hundred warm footmuffs. The hedgehog had a bottle of ink in which And to dip he his birds “quills.” had all t w allels new, in which to keep their “bills.” Miss Wildcat an umbrella had (she’s often Miss in Peacock, a “squall”); hooks for her “eyes,” all and the bat received a hall. The monkey had an interesting book of Mr. “.Jungle Tales,” And Alligator had a brand new set of “scales.” The buffalo, round in gladsome and round, mood, pranced When gaily his pair of “bel¬ own name upon a lows” he had found; In short, for each and every one, a useful And gift was planned. and and inerry heard grunts roars hand. growls were on every j QunbUm&s' Dmaes*/ X/ovtYticclli Soufi. Crachct/i\ browned hpqrt Turkey, Potatory, Cranberry Sauce Onionj-y ',, Celery tfcallopcd Salad.; Mince Pic Coffee. Stuffed bate/.) Bout (l ion. Crouto/ifP Baked Ham. Staffed Steamed Potatoes- Apple and Nut 5afad. Coffee. Cranherry Black Pudding- ’Walnut}. 1 a A Monument to Horses. AM ■KHP mm m ft-, ft V ' J * m mm r ■ • • •>: ’m m - A. W&L. ft -• ft: SB' % [■ft "* ’ Lj jB e WAK MliMORIAh FOR HORSES, ERECTED AT MrDDLEBTTRG, TRANSVAAR. The only monument of t ho kind in the world. ■ The horse lias come into Its own. His faithful services to mankind have been adequately recognized in the erection of a monument at Middle bur^, the Transvaal. This is the only monument of its kind In the world. Directly beneath the horse are the words: . “The greatness of a nation con¬ sists not so' much in the number of its people or the extent of Its territory - as in the extent and Justice of its compassion.” At the base are i.he words: “Erected by public subscription in recognition of the services of the gallant, animals which perished in the Anglo-Boer War, 1899-1902.” ^ Red For Hospitals. A boon to the bedridden' and to thousands of hospital patients through¬ out the country is the invention of a Kentucky man. This is a bed which can he raised pr lowered at the head / T Turn Crank and Bed Moves. to any position comfortable to the pa¬ tient and havjjjg a rest for the legs in addition. A pair of standards with a cross-bar, looking like a horizontal bar on rollers, holds tho upper end of the bed suspended. At one side of the standards is a wheel and gear by which the head of the bed may be raised or lowered to change the posi¬ tion of the person occupying it. Run¬ ning up from the foot of the bed Is a T-shaped bar to ho placed under the legs of the patient, so that when the bed is tilted at a steep angle he Is kept from sliding downward, the bar beneath Ills legs giving him the feel¬ ing of being In a reclining chair. Any person who has been forced to abed for any length of time, unable to change his position, will appreciate the relief such a bed will, afford. Reflections of n Bachelor. Finance is doing It with other peo¬ ple's money. The men .who talk business the most seem to do It the least. When the average man pays back a loan he acts as If a pickpocket had gone through his clothes. There Is no use going into a politi¬ cal campaign with any reputation, be¬ cause you won't have any when you come out. The grandest time a man has is de¬ scribing to his wife how an election is coming out, and tho busiest explain¬ ing why it didn’t.—New York Press. REVENGE. -s S3 ^ A---- ililli •5 A? 1 ' r* ✓ 74 a 1 4 w n si? ft r * i a' ft/ znL 7 1 f! ft . (A-X V* *///. Wf w ft Vegetarian—“If I get out of this I’ll eat beef for the rest of my days.” —From Punch. ’ ! New Ticket Holder. Though it is useful at soda fount¬ ains and all sorts of amusement par- 7 - lors. the ticket holder recenviy de signed by two Pittsburg men is of chief interest as an adjunct to NUMBER 32, Gold Mining in Maine. Gold mining up in Byron, Oxford County, seems to be getting down to systematic operations, a quartz crush¬ er with a capacity of 150 to 200 tons a day being installed at the mine on Houghton Stream, a new store built and a mill of 180x80 feet planned for the near future. Mr. McCrilUs, of mining fame, Is camping with two other mining sharps on the East ■ Branch, and the little mining boom Is on the increase.—Oxford County Ad¬ vertiser. No Speed Limit Here. Motorists who have been prevented by rural constables from making the speed they desired over country roads may find an outlet for their spirits on the auto scenic railroad designed by a West Virginia man. On this’road they may speed to their heart’s con¬ tent, with never a fear of running into a ditch or hitting a gully, and without. the prospect of killing a pedestrian, which may be either a relief or a dis¬ appointment, according to the dispo¬ sition of the automobilist. The auto railroad consists of a track, with -a slot In the centre, like the old-fash¬ ioned cable slot. The cars are mod¬ eled after the ordinary motor run¬ about, and are operated by a bar that runs through the slot, and is connect m No Pedestrians in Way. ed with the steering wheel. This bar has a T-shaped end that fits in the slot and prevents the car from leaving the track. For seashore resorts and . amusement parks this' railroad will be found an exciting form of enter¬ tainment. | rapidly growing moving picture show business. The holder consists of a hinged lid. ” Inside square box with the box, a partition 5 that- bl-* on sects it laterally, rests the roll ’of tick¬ ets. On one side is a printing .and .. registering device which keeps anr-ac- . curate account of all tickets sotS, so that the cashier always knows' what “ the sales are up to date and can totn pare them with the receipts, if neces sary, to discover any discrepancy that 'here mqy be between the two.'Tbfs is made all the easier by the fact that t lie lower part of the box is fitted with a cash drawer. When the box is not in use the lid can be fastened dow n by means of a lock on front and the danger of loss from theft of tiok ets overcome. Wasn’t Necessary. “Our family is awfully) said one little girl to had just moved into y , flat. “Is ^ours?” ..ft “Oh, no,” replied th< haven't anything to be -—Chicago News. ' •
