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THE AE&TJS. SUNDAY, DECEMBEE 17, 1899.
Across the day.
So dull and gray.
The tide of 'britma creepy I
And round the sill. ,
With Mia a-thrill.
The merry snowbird cheeps
And twitter at the pane beneath
The berry dappled holly wreath.
Now o and fro
The mint Jet
Is wifiKinic ,,r tl4 ioor
And, all a Maze,
J i 1
A ruddy liar.
Th oak )'k Mian and roar.
Th!r fturf of cold playt merrily
L'pon tbe spitriclcd f 'hristmaa trtMU
Us iiuiicic spIl
Throws oVr iw far and srar.
it mu rfit -
It choe4 hwet
Till in a fairy pti-r
We )in?T while itm harm imparts
Love barroom to c-hrrr our brarta.
Our Cl;ri-itiiin rirara . ' !'
With fw-ate m j pre me
gildfnj a it flifs. j
And rati rid the tnard i
Where love i lord
Our thank reneiy rise
And ram trie with the or.:rrias brl!s;
Wboae music skyward Llitliclr welln.
Jt. K. M V ayfTT R ire.
BY KOE ANDERSON NORMS.
j Copyright. 10. by Zoe Anderson Norris.)
! It ita tho afternoon before Christina
ore, a.nd John Doolan paced tho pave
ments, bis hands in hi pockets, his eyes
glancing restlessly about, looking for
work. lie ws hard up. He was worse
than hard up. He wns on the ragged
edge of despair, itcnniless ami hungry.
He bad spent his last dime for supper
tbe night before.
His room wus in a tenement house
west of Ninth avenue, near the river,
but be had managed to walk as far as
Hector street. walking on and on in the
unavailing effort to forget his hunger.
.The exercise only served to whet his ap
petite! By the time he hud arrived at
the station he was famished.
He stopped ut the foot of the steps
nud stood there looking at a nearby
building in process of erection and at the
dusty swarm of hod carriers crawling up
and down the ladders like so many ants.
Turning away, he watched the men in
overalls ut work on the car track, listen
ed to the resonant click of their picks
aud idly noted the nimbleness with which
they sprang back at the approach of the
car, only to close up the ranks once more
almost beneath the wheels as it passed. .
It seemed to Doolan that he alone was
m.fort unate. Kverybody in the world
nppoarcd to be able to get work with the
exception of himself. He had applied
for place after place, as hod carrier,
as street cleaner, as track driver, hut as
each vacant place had 2 applicants or
more already standing in line Iwfore it in
every instance be had ignominiously fail
ed. Presently in an abscntminded way
lie followed the crowd on up the steps to
the elevated. Somehow he imagined that
if he could only get up town he might
liml work, in the same way that he im
agined when lie was up town that he
would bo sure to find something to do
down towu. Though in txith pla-es the
fantasy of work bud eluded him like a
.will o' the wisp, he determined once more
to try bis luck up town.
Fortunately he found a lovy of people
rushing through the gates from a recent
ly arrived train. He slipped past them,
sdlldcd the eagle eye of the ticket chop
per and stood panting on the platform,
awaiting a Harlem train.
By and by it came putting along, and.
warding it. he took the only vacant seat,
which irii one by an old man so fault
lessly drescd that Dottlan hesitated a
moment between the alternative of stand
ing and bringing him in contact with his
rags. He edged n far away from him
lis possible, watched him furtively out of
the corner of his eve and compared his
vvident prosperity with the forlornnoss
uf his own outlook. This occupation did
not tend to raise his spirits. By the
Ume the iM man had come to the end
' DOOULV CACGHT MGHT OF AX rTrELOr.
f his journey and left the car Poolan
xvas in the depths of despair. If he bad
been a woman, the probability was that
be would have shed tears.
The old man had sat next to the win
dow. loolan. almnt to move into the
vacant seat, caught sight of an envelope
lying there. He picked it up. half open
ed it and glanced carelessly inside. He
looked again, his breath coming quickly,
the color mounting to the brim of bis
slouch hat. It was almost impossible to
believe the evidences of his senses,
t iOoking stealthily about him to see
Srhether or not he had been observed.
he" closed the envelope and, slipping it
Into his inside Test pocket, buttoned the
Test securely up and stared straight
ahead of him into space, breathless, fair
ly intoxicated with joy. for within the
envelope were rows upon rows of crisp,
The car was filled with many people,
variously occupied, some taking furtive
catnaps, others reading newspapers, a
girl over in one corner smilingly peeping
into a precious Christmas bundle, a wo
man near her ineffectually striving to
quiet a fat baby which was struggling in
her lap and a few men swinging unstead
ily from straps; but Doolan was totally
oblivious of their presence there. In
stead, conjured by the glimpse of those
bills, visions began to loom before him,
iridescent visions of things to eat. He
aw tables, white tables, such as he had
hitherto viewed from the outside through
the medium of plate glass windows, and
himself seated inside this time, a snowy
napkin spread across his knee, nn ob
sequious waiter hovering over him. and
a repast that made his mouth water in
anticipation absolutely covering the
shining expanse of that entire table
cloth. The baby's whimper broke into a cry.
The sound jarred upon him; also tho
POOLAX INKOUMED HI-M THAT HE WANTED
TO SEE THE MII.LIONA1KK.
rasping voice of the guard disturbed his
reverie. 'J'he car, he concluded, was too
full of people to suit his present fancy.
He wanted to be alone. I'irst of ail.
he wonted to count those bills, next to be
free to exalt iu the possession of them,
unrutHed by the contact of prying eyes.
"Twenty-eighth street:" called the
Dooluii made his way to the platform,
descended the steps and walked straight
toward Ninth n venue, thence on to the
tenement house overlooking the river in
which he lived.
Inside he climbed nutiilnrless nights of
stairs, reached his room, shut the door,
turned the key in the lock nnd. taking out
the envelope, examined its contents.
I'irst there was a letter. It was ad
dressed to a well known multimillionaire.
It read thus:
I l:anj joj herewith the raii to hind our
verbal dral of Ubt night, flU.OOO, less S3 for rev
The signature was familiar as his own.
I'oohin sank into a chair, speechless.
Mechanically he stared about him at the
ghastly poverty of the room; at the nar
row bed covered by the soiled and worn
counterpane: at the small and rickety
washstand. with its broken necked pitch
er; at the tiny cracked mirror hanging
above it. dangling tipsily sidewise on its
crooked nail; at the bare and curtainless
window through whose dingy panes tho
chill winter sunshine steeped languidly.
Then, burying bis face in his hands, he
shut out the sight of it all and took to
Ten .thousand dollars! It was untold
wealth. Jaunt eyed poverty departed
from his threshold, never to return, and
gilded affluence beckoned him on. With
a sigh of rapture he followed.
No more tramping of endless streets in
the endless search for work, no more
hunger, no more weariness of mind and
body ami soul, nnd no more heartaches.
In that long white envelope lay the pan
acea for most evils the flesh is heir to.
It was all well enough, be thought, for
those who sat at their ease in golden
chairs to talk of tbe nobility of, poverty.
It took a Is-ing of HUpeilmiiiuu strength,
to bear tip beneath the actual burden of
it. It took a philosopher, and he was no
He kicked a corner of the ragged car
I't into place, arose, walked to the mir
ror and looked at his face. It was un
shaven. Before he could go to a decent
restaurant he must have a shave. Well,
there was the money. He could afford
luxuries now. He would indulge in luxu
ries. Ah. the power of money! As he put
on his hat and descended to the street
he suddenly remembered a little old wom
an whom years Is-fore he had met in a
boarding house in Cincinnati. She was
a friendless little old womsu and home
less. Otherwise she would hardly have
fcpeut her days in a boarding house. One
evening, nalkiuic up and down there in
the parlor, she had repeated a verse that
ran like this:
In country cr town. e waik up and down.
There u nu frirr.d o true at a dollar or two.
Wise little old woman! He smiled as
he thought of the envelope, tucked snugly
away in his vest iocket, iu which there
reposed many a dollar or two.
And again be fell to dreaming.
By and by an uneasy thought pervaded
the luminous brilliancy of his dreams.
That money! Was it his because he
His conscience said emphatically and
firmly. "No:" It W-longed by rights to
the old man who had lost it.
But the old man was a man of wealth.
To him $1U.h0 was a mere bagatelle.
He could easily afford to lose that much
money every week of his life and not
miss it, for he was one of the rich men
of the world, a railroad magnate, a mul
timillionaire. Doolan passed down Sixth avenue. It
was gay with shoppers jostling one an
other in the blithe hurry of the Christ
mas time. Mingled with tbc brilliant
toilets of the rich women were the dingy
shawls of the women of the poor. On
the curb, nest to a footman in livery
who awaited the pleasure of his mistress,
a man in rags sold jumping jacks. Near
him another wretched creature jerked a
small black mustache which unexpected
ly stretched itself to an unseemly length,
much to the amusement of the passing
children. Farther on a blind man sang
a doleful song, pitched in a high, anme
lodions voice, his closed eyes petitioning
humbly for pennies. Women rustling in
silks, wrapped in priceless tars and gut
tering with jewels carelessly brushed
their soft skirts against him and entered
the great swinging doors of the shops.
They closed noiselessly behind them,
shutting out the wail of the blind man's
voice and the piteous spectacle of his
The rich and the poor, the sickening
eoctrast between the two, the haughty
carelessness of the one, the abject hu
mility of the other, whose outstretched
hands forever solicited alms! Another
day, and his baud would have been out
stretched. He, tiM, would have been
forced to bog. With an exclamation of
thankfulness he clasped his hand to his
side, thus holding more securely in its
place the money which had saved him
from such dire humiliation.
Yes, $10,000 was only a drop in the
bucket to that rich old man. He could
well afford to lose it. He would keep
the money. It had been dropped by a
special providence at his very feet. It
would be the height of folly to fly in the
face of that providence and give it back.
He would keep it.
And here he resolutely set bis teeth.
Nevertheless he had forgotten his in
tention of shaving. He had almost for
gotten his hunger in the mental struggle
through which he wus passing. No; he
would not. keep the money. ICightfully it
belonged to the millionaire. He took out
the envelope and looked for the old man's
address. Fifth avenue: He lived in a
palace probably, among the rest of the
If ho lived in a palace, then he could
do without a paltry ten thousand, and he
should! He would keep it:
Once more he began to dream of
things to eat. Ah. those things to eat!
They were homely things at tirst sand
wiches, bam and eggs, and coffee with
cream, real cream. fi.thy and yellow
and thick, such cream as he had tasted
in his boyhood, ages before, cream lying
densely upon the top of the milk pans in
the springhouse. into which he had dip
ped his lingers again ami aguiu anil
again. It was a long time since he had
had real reaih iu his coffee. Later,
after the ham and eggs and coffee, he
would indulge perhaps in canvasbuck
duck, pate de foi gras nud champagne.
But this insatiable npiictitc of his must
be fed tirst with substantial things with
which his palate was familiar.
But ought he to keep the money? Was
Long before he had faced about and
proceeded up town. Again ho consulted
the letter. Again he found the address.
He walked on and on anil on toward
Fifty-ninth street. His footsteps lagged.
By now he was weak from hunger; but.
pressed forward by this question of right
A YOUNG HOLIDAY ICONOCLAST.
There ain't any Santy Claws, see!
-What makes ye think so?
Co7. I set a muskrat trap in tbe fireplace, and all I caught was pa.
FOR THE CHRISTMAS COOK.
Timely Hints on Some Attractive
Specialties For tbe Holidays.
Many families u.-e a simple suet pud
ding for Christinas, serving it iu flaming
brandy. Tbc In-st rule for this culls for
a cup of htoned raisins chopped iu coarse
bits, a cup of shredded suet chopped hue.
a cup of molasses, a teaspoonful of cin
namon, half a teaspoonful of cloves, half
a nutmeg and half a teaspoonful of salt.
Add now three eggs, white and yolks well
beaten together, and, last of all, an even
teaspoonful of soda dissolved in a cup of
Beat the pudding thoroughly with a
spoon and put it in a well buttered tin
mold holding about two quarts. This will
give It ample room to swell in. Cover it
closely with the tin cover, so no water
can get in. and plunge it into a pot of
boiling water dit-p euough to reach two
thirds the height of the mold. Let the
pot of water bo covered and the water
boil steadily around the padding for three
hours. Make it Christmas day aud serve
it with a good wine sauce.
RECIPE VOK CHEESf CAKE.
Wash and scrape some lettuces. Pnt
wine into a mortar and pound and pulp
the lettuces therein. Now squeeze out the
juice, mix np some flour from spring
wheat and allow it to settle, after which
pound again, adding h little pigs feet
and pepper; finally pound again, draw
out into a cake, smooth and out it into
shape and boil in hot oiL Time of De
mosthenes. PIGEOX PIE.
Slake puff paste crust and cover your
dish. Let your pigeons be nicely picked
and cleaned. Season them with pepper
and wrong, which would not let him rest
nntil he had then the old man and given
him back bis money, he made his slow
way to the number given in the letter.
It was a palace, as he had supposed.
He hesitated as he looked up at the
grandeur of it. How little that old man
needed tbe money and how hungry he
His hesitation was only momentary.
He walked resolutely up the marble steps
and pushed the button.
A magnificent Utiuky, resplendent in
blue and brass buttons, appeared at the
opening of the door. He glanced haugh
tily over Doolau's head and asked .what
Doolan informed him that he wanted to
see the millionaire.
The flunky with a sarcastic inflection
asked for his card.
Of course Doolan had no card. lie
gave him his name.
The flunky left him standing there on
the outside while he retired within. Pres
ently he reappeared, stood aloof from
him as if he suspected him of concealing
dynamite bombs which might be hurled
at any moment and suavely inquired tha
nature of hu business with the million
aire. In reply Doolan stated that his busi
ness related to a private and important
matter which he wished to discuss with
the millionaire, and with the millionaire
olone. whereupon the flunky brutally
bade him be off and slammed the big
doors in his face.
Doolan walked slowly down the broad
white steis of the mansion lost iu
thought. Arrived at the foot, he stood
looking up at the great, closed doors, still
He stood there so long that a large,
strong policeman on the corner approach
ed and ordered him off the street, grasp
ing his shoulders and giving him a pon
derous shove by way of emphasis.
' That shove put an end to Doolau's hes
itation. Taking a cross street, he walked
away briskly, as one who has a tixed pur
pose. A few moments later he hurried
across the aveuue to where a restaurant
sign announced that a turkey dinner was
being nerved that day.
At the same time he noticed that the
;tore adjoining was occupied as a dis
trict telegraph office. Doolan stopped
between the two windows. Here was a
door which no flunky would shut. He
could easily send a message which would
make him welcome at the millionaire's
Conscience and hunger grappled in a
fresh hold. As they wrestled, Doolan
stood there, looking first into one win
dow and then into the other. At the end
he went into one of the doors.
and salt. Put a good bit of fine fresh but
ter, with Mpis?r aud salt, in their bellies
and lay them in your pan. The necks,
gizzards, livers, pinions aud hearts lay
between them, with the yolk of nu egg
and a beefsteak iu the tniddie. Put as
much water as will almost till the dish
and lay on the top crust and bake it well.
This is the best way to make a pigeon
pie. The French till the pigeons with
very high forcemeat balls around the in
side, with asparagus tois. artichoke bot
toms, mushrooms, truffles and morsels of
'aeon and season high, but that is ac
cording to different palates.
The Cbrlatmas Tree.
lie stood high up on a wind swept creat.
This vigcrou-4. alotit yourif pine.
And drank the air cf the east and west
And bathed in the glad sunshine.
Ilis iots. reached down to the rock below;
1 tit top to the stars aspimd.
lie know lut a lonjriiMr to grow and grow
Till all of the wood admired.
Alas, when the leavei cf the f'ret round
Were scattered from shrubs and trcs
And the pine heheld on the nrarby ground
The tribute the fall decrees.
Appeared some men with a shining az
That bit at tl-.e sturdy stent.
And when in cl-e ther retraced their tracks
The? carried the pine with them I
"Goodl y to the wind and th- friendly sua!
txHftty to the dew and rain!
t would 1 had lived till my work was done.
But I'te grown and bnpel in vain."
Tet the end was not, for they set him straight
And stiff in a corner tii;ht
And hastened his branches to oVeorate
V ith candles and tinsel bright
Till, lo, at the eve of a furiatmas day
Was jrivtn th- ll. lavt t'-uxh.
A ad a lad and a la&s. with fares (ray.
Came, ir.arveli.iff. wondering much.
So the heart of the pine ere life was sped
Thrilled deep with a joyous thonght.
T hare blessed an Lour of a child." he said.
'I have lived nor died fjr naught."
tu L. Saanc.
A Season cf Social
I"roli3 and Giving
CHARLES n. HARGER.
. o ;
Far from the big. glowing fireplaces,
out of the sound of the pines. :aks and
the sea, where not a leaf breaks the per
fect line of the horizon, the prairie Christ
mas is a very different thing from that of
the east. In the cabins on the wind
swept prairie the holiday time brings tbe
keenest of memories of the old days in
childhood's home, of family gatherings
and of big tables heaped high with the
richness of orchard and field. The dwell
ers on the plains have little opportunity
for such reunions. They have come one
by oue in the bulging covered prairie
schooners across the level miles of sod to
their new home. The next door neigh
bor may have come from another state
or even another country. History in a
prairie community begins with day be
fore yesterday aud no questions asked.
The differences of nativity are forgot
teu when the holiday season arrives. If
not in the school ou the Friday before
the great day, then in the same school
house, under the auspices of the Sunday
school, will be held n neighborhood re
union in which all will join heartily and
the gentle art of producing happiness will
be practiced. In some ways these gath
erings are at times pathetic. For in
stance, out on the prairies one day the
committee on Christinas tree met at the
schoolhouse and talked the matter over.
"I wish 1 had some of the evergreens
that grew on my farm in Vermont," re
"Or the ones we had in Wisconsin,"
put in another.
"What's the use talking about them?
It is 50 iui!es to a green tree now, and
what are we going to do?" was the com
ment of a third.
"The children want a tree. Nothing
else would do?"
"No; we have promised that they shall
have a tree, nnd such it must be."
So they studied the matter and in the
end came to a plan. When tho Christ
mas eve gathering cniue. on the little
rostrum of the schixilhouse was a tree.
To be sure, its branches seemed a little
stiff and in strained positions, but it
was a tree. The committee had taken a
cottonwood sapling, gaunt nnd bare, nnd
wound the branches with green paper,
making the whole into the semblance of
an evergreen, and such was the bearer of
holiday gifts that season.
Christmas is a time of matrimony on
the plains. Kven more than in the cities
the young people hold this season sacred
to the ginl of Love. The probate judge
is busy issuing licenses and performing
ceremonies, and the weddings in the lit
tle cabins are among the jolliest events
of the year. Of course there is a chari
vari to follow. The western couple that
escapes that visitation is fortunate. With
shotguns and tin pans the boys, and
girls, too, sometimes, gather and serenade
the happy couple tintil the party is in
vited in to a treat, if it takes all night.
The holidays are always times of sport,
but of a kind which the cities nnd the
east know nothing of. For instance,
there is the neighborhood hunt, when nil
the young men form sides nnd agree on a
scale of points for each animal likely to
be found at large. Then, after a day of
hunting, they bring in the game mid have
it measured by n committee which de
cides who has won. The losers are com
pelled to pay for a supper for all. and
after that is the inevitable dance, when
jollity reigns for the remainder of the
night. "Surprise parties" are yet in
vogue, and every one must be prepared
to have a party of twoscorc drive up to
the house at any time, ready for an even
ing of pleasure. As the visitors bring
their own eatables, there is less embar
rassment than would at first appear.
With such amusements nnd with the
good things of the mp.rket and of game
land for the Christinas dinner there is
little likelihood that the plains dwellers
will fail to enjoy the season.
Present giving among the settlers of
the plains is likely to Ik? confined largely
to practical things. There is too much
effort involved in raising corn and wheat
to spend any considerable portion of the
crop iu gewgaws for the ornamentation
of borne or person. Duriitg the days pre
ceding the holiday the sleighs of the
A WEDDING CHARIVARI,
farmers are seen starting home loaded
with chairs, dishes, couches aud other
useful things. Buggies and organs are
among the larger presents, and articles
of dress are very common in the stock
ings. Indeed there is a tendency to make
that the time for refitting the wardrole
and making a virtue of necessity. Being
taken in the spirit in which they are of
fered, these gifts are as much appreciat
ed as sre those of less useful figure in
But tbe west is getting out of that rap
idly. In the past two years there has
come about a larger surplus In the banks,
and the farmers have felt easier finan
cially than in the long period of uncer
tainty preceding. The merchants have
reported a better sale of Christmas goods
of the usual varieties this year and last
than in a decade. They . have. too. re
ceived more cash for them and "charged"
less on the books than in the same peri
od. This tells the story better than any
amount of statistics could aud has made
the best possible index to the advancing
prosperity of the west. While the tend
ency is still to buy practical things,
there is a change going on that will make
the west as untrammeled as the east in
the selection of its gifts. Indeed the
farmer is the one who on the plains car-
ries the fattest pocketbook nnd has the
lcst bank account these days, nud he
does not care who knows it. The present
year will see a very merry Christmas on
the plains, and with good reason, for it
has been earned.
CHRISTMAS IN SCOTLAND.
General Observance of the Festival
Begun nt a Somewhat Recent Date.
John Tvnox and the stern iconoclasts
thnt led the reformation movement in
Scotland were determined when they sep
arated from the Roman Catholic church
to diverge from it as widely as possible.
This divergence went much further than
a difference in belief ami church ritual.
It aimed nt the destruction of everything
which would tend to keep alive the mem
ory of the old religion or foster a love
for its ornate ceremonies and beautiful
architecture. There were no trimmers
among those harsh Scottish Calviuists.
They did not approve of half measures,
so they demolished most of the cathe
drals in Scotland, and the less preten
tious religious edifices were bereft of
those aids to devotion deemed so essen
tial iu Koniau Catholic churches. To
make the work of reform complete they
abolished saints' days and holidays, Sun
day nlone being preserved in the general
Since those times, excepting among
Scottish Episcopalians nnd 1 toman Cath
olics, the celebration of Christinas fell
into desuetude nnd until quite recent
years was no more regarded by the great
bulk of the people of Scotland than any
other secular day in the year. The ob
servance of New Year's day was still
continued, but the celebration of it had
scarcely any religious significance nnd
was almost solely festive in its character.
But a change has been taking place in
Scottish sentiment regarding Christmas
for some years past. This is probably
due in part to greater liberality in thu
sphere of religious thought, but mostly,
I imagine, to the influence of English
ideas and to the fact that such nn ol
servance is fashionable. The Establish
ed Church (the National Presbyterian
Church of Scotland) for some time has
been assimilating to the Church of Eng
land in the ceremonial part of its wor
ship. A form of ritual is frequently used,
nnd in some of the fashionable Scottish
churches vestments are worn by the min
isters which not so long ago would have
provoked some Jenny Oeddes to hurl a
stool ut the head of the wearer. The
more general observance of Christmas
followed as a matter of course, and the
Scottish people generally took more kind
ly to it than they did either to the ritual
or clerical vestments.
When I was in Edinburgh a few years
ago. services were held on Christinas in
many of the Presbyterian churches of
the Scottish capital. Oifts were given,
Christmas greetings exchanged and the
day generally regarded as a holiday. Its
celebration, however, fell far short of
New Year's day. which is still the holi
day par excellence of Scotland.
It is difficult to conceive how Christ
mas can ever become in Scotland what
it is in England, Germany nud many oth
er countries. In these lands the earliest
and most pleasant recollections of a life
time center around the day, and even
in inaturer years mysterious lights nnd
shadows are reflected from it tipou the
mind. There is really no sentiment of
this kind iu Scotland. 1 do not think
that Santa Clans, much as he is regarded
by American and other children, is much
thought of in Scotlaud. He is decidedly
a foreigner there and would be consider
ed much less real than the ghosts aud
fairies that seem more germane to tho
soil. Scottish children do not expect hint
to pay them a visit on Christmas eve
and dispense gifts with lavish hands.
They do not hang up stockings to be
filled by this genial, kind hearted old gen
tleman, and Christmas trees are decided
ly exotics unless with a few here and
there in the largo cities.
Of course the story of the Nativity,
with its message of peace on earth and
good will to men. could not be without
the highest possible signiticnuce among
a people- so profoundly religious ns those
ff Scotland are. But Christ the Babe
does not Sppeal to the Presbyterian im
agination as it does to that of Koman
Catholics and Episcopalians. To tbe
children of the former iu some countries
the "Bambino" is a familiar sight from
the earliest years and appeals to the
child's consciousness more vividly than
where the sense of visiou docs not aid
Imagination. Art docs not thus aid Scot
tish boy and girls in giving a fictitious
reality to the infant Christ, and, though
the story of his birth is a familiar one, it
does not affect their uiinds in the same
Among some of the Scottish Uoman
Catholics in the more remote highland
districts Christmas is celebrated on th.
5th of January, according to the old
ntyle of reckouing time. As among the
Bussians, the Gregorian calendar has
not been adopted by those Scottish Celts
belonging to the Latin church, and both
Christmas and New Year's are kept 1
days later than the date of those events.
Nell Macdoxaxd. j
TOM THUMB ABROAD.
THE FAMOUS DWARF'S VISIT TO ENG
LAND IN 1844.
Barnnm'i Clever Advertising- In tbe
London Newspapers The Yankee
31 Id set Was a treat Success! and a
Prime Favorite With ltoyolty.
In St. Nicholas Mary Shears BobertS
recounts the successes of the famous
darf Tom Thumb. There have been
suialler dwarfs, but uoue brighter or
more lutellisent than our tiny Yanket.
who was never more than three feet
tall. He was born In Bridgeport, Couu.,
in 1S32 or thereabouts, of "poor but
honest pareuts." His real name van
Charles S. Strattou. aud although his
relatives always called hliu Charley he
was kuowu to the world at large as the
one and ouly -General Toiu Thumb."
Under the management of Mr. P. T.
Barn mn our small hero traveled all
over and all around the earth, making
two colossal fortunes, one for himself
and one for his manager. On Jan. IS,
1S44. he set sail for Europe to try hU
fascinations on kings aud queens aud
In those days a voyage across tlu
Atlantic 'was a much more linportaut
event thau It is now, and you tiiny
rest assured that Mr. Barnuin made
great capital of this 10 days' Journey.
The party consisted of the niauager,
the "Oeneral." his parents, his tutor
and a French naturalist, and a brass
band escorted theiu to Sandy Hook.
This fact was duly heralded iu tho
London newspapers, to which was add
ed tho statement that "on leaving New
Y'ork the dwarf was escorted to tho
packet by no less thau 10,XK persons."
Soon after arriving iu London Mr.
Barnuin and his charge called at tho
office of The Illustrated London News.
The first portrait of Tom Thumb taken
in England appears in that Journal,
dated Feb. 2 J, 1841. There are two
cuts. In the tirst he is seen standing
on a chair by a table, which serves to
emphasize Ills diminutive size. The
second picture is very good nnd Is call
ed "The American Dwarf at the Prin
cess Theater." He Is represented as
being on the stage before the footlights
parodying the walk and manners of
Napoleon. Tom Thumb's per forma noes
at the Princess theater made such a
"hit" that Mr. Barnuin next engaged
Egyptian hall, Piccadilly, whither
thronged many visitors of rauk and
The American minister, the Hon. Ed
ward Everett, was very kind to bis
countrymen, and It was at his bouse
that Mr. Barnuni met a certain Mr.
Murray, master of the queen's house
hold. On the day following one of tho
Queen's Life guards appeared before
Mr. Barnuin with a note coutainlug an
invitation from the queen to General
Tom Thumb and his guardian, Mr.
Barnuin, to appear at Buckingham
palace on a specified evening.
In retiring from the royal presence
Mr. Baruum attempted to follow tho
example set by the lord In waiting by
baekiug out. The gallery was of great
length, and the gentlemen with long
strides made rapid progress, but Tom
Thumb's short legs left him far behiutl
or before. Seelug that he was losing
ground, he turned and ran a few steps,
then resumed tho process of "backing."
Again losing ground, he repeated tho
performance, to the great amusement
of the royal siectators. The queen
soon sent another summons, and tho
"General," with his guardian, made :i
second visit to the palace, being re
ceived In the yellow drawing room. A
third visit was soon nald to Bucking
ham palace, and this time the queen's
uncle, Leopold, king of the Belgians,
was present aud was greatly amused,
asking many questions, and Queen
Victoria, desiring the "General" to sing,
inquired what song he preferred.
"Yankee Doodle," was the prompt re
ply. All present laughed heartily, and
her majesty said: "Thnt is a very pret
ty song, 'General.' Sing It, if you
please." Aud he did.
The British public was now fairly ex
cited. From March '2Si to July -'U tho
levees of the little "General" at Egyp
tian ball were continually crowded.
One afternoon, attired in a court
dress, consisting of a handsomely em
broidered velvet coat, short breeches,
white satin vest, white silk stockings,
pumps, wig, cocked hat and dress
sword, he went to Marlborough House,
the residence of Queen Adelaide, wid
ow of William IV.
"Why, 'General,' " said the queen
dowager, "I think you look very smart
today." "I guess I do," be answered
contentedly. Before be left the queen
took him up on her lap, saying: "I see
you have no watch. Will you permit
me to give you oue?" "I should like it
very much," was tho answer. And a
few weeks after be was again luvitcil
to Marlborough House, where many
children of the nobility were present,
and Queen Adelaide gave him a beau
tiful but tiDy watch and chain.
He received many other presents
from various people, and these were
a!l placed under a glass case and ex
hibited at the receptions. The Duke
of Wellington frequently looked i'i up
on the little man, and on one occasion,
when the small "General," with folded
arms and knitted brow, was sfuttliig
up and down, imitating Naixdcou, the
big general, WcIIingtou. laughingly in
quired, "Of what are you thinking,
my little man?" "I am thinking, sir,
of the battle of Waterloo." was the
prompt reply, the little features never
losing their serious expression.
"Do you know much about music?"
"Not ji great deal." answered Mr.
Uufsbod. "But I've managed lo figure
out that if you hear anytbitig In a
theater nt the cost of S5 per seat It's
art. and If somelody sings the same
thing In an adjacent flat, or hammers
It out xr a piano. It's an infernal racket.
I'm gttlnj on." Washington Star.