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VH3B AK&TJS. SUNDAY.. DECEMBER 1 7 1899.
A CHRISTMAS SONG.
Shining sprays of ivjr bring;! 1
Twine carcaiwt for Mirth.
Who shall mike tbe echoes ring
Bound the tenil Christmas hearth.
Uuncbback Care away thai! creep.
With Distrust sod Doubt, fonootil
And the tumble quip shall leap
From the lip of Age and Youth.
And while Marian, trim of tread.
Sets the candles all aglow,
Slyly o'er the maiden's bead
One shall hang the mistletoe. '
Then It's ha! my lass, and hey!
And it's ho! my lad, and hi!
Faith, his wits are gone astray
Who would let tbe chance slip by!
fc 1 LASS 10
LOVED 11 HERO. I
Some one has said that the time is not
far away when "scallopers" and summer
visitors will Le tbe only residents of Nan
tucket island. This opinion savors of
the pessimist and ought not to be toler
ated. But if this prophecy bhould ever be
come a fact it is not ud likely that the
Vcalloper" would stand higher in "the
kingdom of heaven." This does not im
ply that the summer visitor is not all
right. Ilecidedly it would be hard to get
along without him. Hut give the man
who knows life his choice, and it will be
the Nantucket fisherman every time.
When Tim Henderson first saw Per
sis Ilnyward. he was sailing up and
down the harbor in his catboat, the Nau-
"GCEES YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM?"
ry Iliggins, dragging Lis scoop net be
lli ud him in search of scallops. I'ersis
was digging claius along the tluts.
They were clad in a manner that was
Lardly calculated to make an impression
u each other, yet Tim wore a soft place
iu his heart ever after, although that
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suitable for presents.
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important organ " was reputed t be a
rather hard specimen of its kind.
"Hello, friend!" Tim shouted. "Any
-Only a few."
"Guess you'd do better if you was up
"If too fur for me."
"If you'd jest as soon, I'd admire to
take you up thar. 'Tain't outen my way
a mite. I'll come up as nigh as I darst,
an you can wade out."
Persis nodded her assent. She was
dressed for her work and wore a pair of
rubber boots which were evidently made
for a man. In "a few minutes the pair
were tacking toward Poverty point.
"Don't know as I've ever seen you be
fore. But pVaps you've heered o me.
I'm Tim Henderson, that lives down
Newtown way. I'm a member o No. 44.
I go scallopin in winter an drive a car
riage in summer. 1 aiu t one o tne kinu
that loafs around 'tween times nuther.
I'm ready for anything that'll bring in lO
cents. What I get is enough for ma and
me. Besides, we have generally put a
let-tie in the bank when the end o' the
season comes. That's more'n most do
"1'es, I know you. I've seen you drivin
carriage. Tbe summer folks say you are
as 'commodatin as can be.
"Well. I try to be jest civil; that's
"That's more than some is anyhow."
"Well, I guess you're right. But it
"Guess you don't know who I am?"
"I'll have to cave on that. sure. I've
'nough to do without keepin track o' the
girls in this town. Never was any great
after 'em anyhow."
"I'm only Persis Persis Hayward. I
sell cigars over the counter at the S?a
View House in the summer an do any
thing that comes along in the winter cept
work out. I won't do that. Never could
get along with women anyway."
Persis observed her new friend closely,
nut Tim seemed hardly to notice her.
His eyes were busy with the horizon,
which was a trifle threatening. But tbe
eye of a sailor will sweep in more in one
glance than a landlubber in a week.
I'ersis Hayward was worthy of more
attention than she received on this occa
sion. She was accustomed to more, too,
which made it harder to bear. A feeling
of pique was rising within her. An ap
prenticeship of four summers in serving
the narcotic tastes of "all sorts and con
ditions" of men bad given her an insight
into the masculine nature. Whether it
was the best side is a matter for others
to decide. There is no doubt at all that
there were net a few who liked her betfer
than the cigars she dispensed. The wives
aud mothers who approved of her might
be numbered on tbe fingers of one hand.
But, in Fpite of all this, I'ersis was all
right. Neither does it matter a great deal
whether she was pretty or not. The
young men thought she was, while older
ones said she was invariably cheerful and
"good to pass the time o' day with." In
reulity she was as trim as a steam yacht,
ever ready with a sparkling retort, and
her deft parrying with words would have
made a mediaeval swordsman invulnera
ble. Deep down in her heart I'ersis bad
not a very high opinion of the species of
mankind that hung over her counter and
gossiped with her by the hour. No mat
ter how the outside world looked at her
conduct, she, in truth, had certain pre
conceived ideas as to the qualities which
constituted a real. man. .
Pipes of all kinds,
"The" eTgning cf the" day she" had met
Tim Henderson, while she was shelling
the clams, which she bad found in plenty,
ne wondered that her efforts had met
with snch poor success. When the dams
were shelled, she sat down to sew on her
next summer's dresses, still thinking of
Tim was in No. 4'a room, where he
Fpent every evening talking to men of
his own ilk, omitting the common courte
sies of clubmen.
No. 4 is a unique institution on the i
land of Nantucket. It derives its name
from the fire engine which is its special
charge. It is an old hand engine and has
bad its nose put out of joint by the new
steamer which the town iu a fit of prodi
gality purchased recently, home people
nay it is more ornamental than useful,
and it certainly does look pretty when it
goes through the old lanes.
No. 4 is still in commission, just the
sanie, and. while it may be a little old
fashioned, if there is ever a fire, which
is rare, the combination of No. 4 and No.
4's men is hard to beat.
But there is a good deal more to No.
4 than that. It has risen to a point
where it wields great social and political
importance. Candidates for olliee like
to call No. 4's men their friends. It is
far from being a Sunday school, and the
common run of the clergy would probably
not feel much at ease in the society of
But this story does not deal with No.
4's affairs so much as with one of its
His companions noticed that Tim was
unusually silent this evening.
Billy Newcomb, who had happened to
le rabbit shooting upon Coatue when
Tim had taken ou his cargo, had been
keenly interested iu the adventure.
While others were seeking solicitously
for the cause of Tim's silence he was
biding his time. All they had got out of
Tim had expressed about as much as a
crow's croak, but Billy got a rise.
"I'll tell you what's the matter with
Tim. He's in love."
"Never!" one declared. "Tim's the last
"Well. I'll bet you it is so. for I seen
him with that Hayward girl, scallopin,
today. So now!"
"Now, I jest want to know," said an
other. "Well, well, if it's so, I'm glad c
it. It's high time, Tim, an I wish you
t)thers wished Tim well, too, so thor
oughly and unceasingly that he bad no
time to explain, if he had had words to
explain himself, which may well be
He returned home to his mother early
that night, and the next thing he went
to see I'ersis instead of going to No. 4.
He was received with a warmth that
brought the blood to his face and kept it
there for the rest of tbe evening.
'The conversation was mainly devoted
to the past season und the proppects of
the next and the probable market quo
tations on scallops when Lent came.
It was only when Tim started to go
that he approached the subject of his vis
it with a trepidation that was plainly vis
ible to Persis, as it might have been to
"I wonder," he began that is, I was
thinkiu sorter that is, whether you'd
ever danced. Don't want to seem inquis
itive, you know, only I kinder thought I'd
like to know."
"Why. yes, Tim, 1 can dance, an I like
But Smoke of Peace
OUE GOODS are the kind that
carry with them the sweetness of content
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bing brain alike find solace in a good cigar.
That delightful fragrance that brings rest and
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to, rma ni muie.- -
"Well, I'm glad that is, I might be if
only" Tim's arms, in a series of ges
tures not modeled after the Delsarte sys
tem, were vainly trying to help him ex
press himself. "You see," be continued,
"we No. 4 boys have a series o' dances
every winter that is, assemblies, we call
'em an I kinder thought you might sort
er like to go?"
When be had at last sailed through his
difficulties of speech, Tim was standing
on one leg, and there was perspiration on
' bis brow.
"Why, yes: certainly I'd like to go.
You're real kind."
Tim quickly turned, opened the kitchen
door and departed without even saying
Tim was himself again when he went
to No. 4 the next evening. He showed no
. resentment at the gibes which were aimed
' at him. and they finally ceased. ,IIe only
said. "You jest wait till the dances be
gin." I This they did, and there was not a sol
emn face in the hall when he entered it
the following week with Persis by the
It was a happy winter for Tim, almost
the happiest he had ever known, and it
was uot until summer came that he found
a fly in his ointment. There had been no
expressed understanding between the
pair, but then understandings are not al
i ways put in words. It was only whea
pTiui and Persis misunderstood each other
that they approached the subject of their
relations with each other.
It happened when the summer season
bad begun. Tim had appeared in a new.
trim surrey, and business was good, and
1 the world looked sweet and lovely to him.
.Hut. however the extremely virtuous
may feel about it, jealousy is no respecter
of persons. When Tim passed the Sea
View House, he always stretched hi
neck and looked for Persis. I'ersis gen
erally saw him and waved and smiled.
The city people smiled, too. and thought
it was so pleasant to see u happy pair of
lovers, even in "humble life."
But there were times when Persis did
not see Tim. They were not many, to
be sure, but enough to crush the life out
of him. That Persis could ever be seen
laughing and jokiug with a strantrer and
not see him when he passed killed his
heart, summoned all the baseness in his
soul to tbe surface and at last made
him the sepulcher of a once happy na
ture. It was all done iu a minute, ne did
not often see I'ersis. but once in the mid
dle of the summer he met her when his
resentment was hot within him.
"See here, I'ersis." he began and
speech came easy and without hesitation
"seems to me you're sometimes pretty
close to them city fellers. An what do
they care for you anyway?"
He couldn't have done worse. She had
"Tim Henderson, what do you mean?
What have you to say about what I do?
Say. do you think you're captain o' this
"Why. I dunno, but I kinder s'posed
you nu me was goin together"
"Well, you needn't s'pose you're under
any obligations. I see you're jest like all
the rest o' tUe men. I want u man that
is a man. I want a fellow that has some
thin " the hero in him. I don't want any
o' tlie trash that hr.s only suspicions
when they see a mau nu woman talkin
together kinder friendly like." She turn-
on ou tttTWi uuc-waitea away.
That was the last time Tim spoke to
her for over a year. That period of bis
life was an interlude of blank agony. As
for being a hero, be felt instead th
meanest of men.
If he bad loved Persia Henderson, he
worshiped her now, and it may seem
strange to some that the few but incisive
words she bad spoken increased bis pas
Those who profess to understand hu
man nature have not yet given us a satis
factory definition of tbe qualities that
.'.lake a hero. Perhaps, after all, it is only
the lack of opportunity that keeps all of
Ds from being heroes. When that time
comes, it is generally the hero himself
that is most surprised.
That is the way it was with Tim. Two
days before Christmas, the following
year, theweather vanes backed into the
southwest for a second time. There was
not much wind stirring, but the most
dangerous thing alnut the weather some
times is its calm. The sea captains emer
itus said it was a "weather breeder," und
so it was.
The night before Christmas the south
west wind had freshened up and at
I dawn had reached that point which en
titled it to being called a "screamer."
From the south shore life saving sta
tion the captain in charge watched the
waves aud the hungry shoals, stretch
ing" five miles toward the main, howling
cud lashing like hungry Hots. At suu
dowu there was a deluge of cold rain,
carried straight out, with a wind blow
ing OU miles an hour. The sand cut tbe
oilskins of tbe surfmon like a knife, but
they faced it and walked their beats, for
they were heroes too.
It was a little after 10 o'clock that
night, when the Christmas trees iu the
churches had been unladen, that the
home comers saw an ominous Hash across
the southern sky. and the trail of the
rockets acted like u cry of tiro on the
Tbe dull silence iu the Nantucket lanes
resounded with the frantic yell, "Wreck
on the south shore!" Kvery ablebodied
man was on foot in an instant. Tim
Henderson and all of No. 4 were there,
loo, but no't the old hand engine.
I It is" not over three miles to the south
i shore from the village of Nantucket,
j When the men had reached the scene,
the life savers had sent a line over the
mast or tne brigantinc Henrietta itog
ers, less than half a mile away. But
tbe vessel was acting ugly and was loath
to stand still. She pounded on the shoal
and tugged at the line over which ran
tbe trolley of the breeches buoy.
Three were already saved, but every
moment it seemed as if the line would
break. As the mountainous sens heaved
jind broke over tbe cliffs the line and
its burden were buried out of sight.
Then the line, released from ils tension,
snapped into the air like a lash, and
yet somehow the breeches buoy held to
its trolley, and its human freight staid,
too. slowly feeling its way to the bank.
The captain of the vessel wus the last
to come. The men had cheered them all
as they were picked up. half drowned.
i:nd carried into the station by willing
hands. It was ready to cheer now as
the last man was slowly coining shore
ward. But the words died on their lips, un
nttered. The line had caught! When re
leased from the clutch of llie waves, a
dark object was tossed into the air. Jiach
moment it seemed as if the captain would
of the Finest
De. tnrown into' the sea. "That moment
would be bis last, for nothing, not even
a lifeboat, could live in that sea.
It was not a time to stop and consider.
The life saving captain was about to
speak to bis men. to command them to go
to almost certain death, when a form
shot out of tbe darkness and grabbed the
life line. Tbe men on shore swore, not
"softly." but above the roaring of the
storm they were heard, and it seemed as
if they called him a fool. No one knew
who it was. for he was scarcely in view
long enough, even if he could have been
recognized. Each time the line flew iuto
the air the men on shore held their
Once man and line parted aud disap
peared. A low groan miugled with the
storm. Then the line Hew up again, and
the man was again slowly creeping to
ward the buoy.
There was no timekeeper for that race
with death. It seemed as if hours had
passed when the buoy again yielded to
the pull from the shore, and the two men
were brought to safety.
WbA they picked up Tim Henderson,
already unconscious, they carried him to
the station as tenderly as a mother gath
ers her child to her arms. They had for
gotten to cheer at first. That came later,
when the waiting crowd saw the fisher
man stepping forth into the open air.
Tim walked back to town. He resent
ed any demonstration. He went home.
I'ersis Ilnyward waited all day for him,
but she did not understand him yet. If
she thought it was for her that he risked
lis life. she. was mistaken. She learned
about that afterward.
Christmas night the wind had changed
to northeast, aud the rain had turned in
to sleet nnd snow. But the weather did
not count with Persis. She had the
street to herself as she half walked and
half blew down Newtown way. Later
the had Tim to herself too.
It has never leen really known what
happened, but it has leaked out that Tim
THE WAX WAS AOAIS SLOWLY CKEEPINQ
TOWARD THE UL'OY.
said: "I'd done the same thing any time
if I hadn't stopped to think. The first
thing 1 knew I was out ou that lino, on I
wouldn't swear that I was glad ou it."
When Tim and I'ersis were married the
next summer, there was a good deal of
fuss made, especially by the summer vis
itors, but Tim says 'their water line is
Leading: Brands of Fancy Spoking- Tobacco
in attractive packages for Holiday presentation.
jest attorn rigntto take em over tne bar,
an they wouldn't do for deep Water
Perhaps the best thing about the whole
affair is that tbey understood each other
before the fatal tie was bound, and at
least one woman bas proved that matri
mony and a woman's independence are
not necessarily incompatible. Boston
YULE LOG' '
It Has Its Orlirln In Scandinavian
In the Scandinavian feast of Jmil,
when tbey burned huge lontires iu honor
of Thor, we discover the origiu of the
Yule log. The descendants of the old
Norsemen, who no doubt are responsible
for the custom in Kugland. carefully
pts-sorved half of the log with which to
be burned at next Yulctide, and so wo
have the old English proverb, but in
poetical form, by Herrick:
Fart must be kept wherewith to tend
The Christmas loc next year,
Ard "where 'tis safely kept the fiend
Can do no m.schief hero.
Tbe Pruidical contribution to the mod
ern Christmas celebration originated in
the annual feast given iu honor of the
Druid god Tutauus, who corresponds to
the Phoenician sun god Baal. His fa
vorite among all trees and plants of the
forest was supposed to be the mistletoe.
The number three was held in rever
ence by these ancient people, nnd, be
cause the leaves aud berries of this par
asite grew in clusters of three, this, in
addition to the glory of being Tutanus'
favorite, made the plant sacred, and an
nually there was a great festival giveu
in its honor.
Iu the choice and selection of the Yule
Ion the ash tree plays a very important
part. In Scandinavian mythology it is
Odin's treo and was most noble, for its
wood made the spear and the javelin,
the oar and the inast. In their lan
guage ash means man, and the legend
runs that when the sons of Bor, who
were sons of Odin, formed the. first man
and woman they were made out of a
piece of ash. This man was named
Aska. And at the present day iu Devon
shire, as a relic of this pagan reverenco
for this tree, we find the Christmas fagot
made of ash sticks, bound tightly to
gether by green withes or bands of pol
lard oak. As each withe bursts a quart
of cider is passed around, and healths
ae drunk, amid great glee nnd rejoicing.
The gypsies, too, and the wild bill peo
ple of Bavaria and Bohemia reverence,
the ash, although their legends attached
to it are Christian in their origin. Bos
Apropos of the late Lord Watson's
predilection for interrupting counsel
aud the story of Lord Brn in well's ex
hortation to bis learned brother to
cease worrying a certaiu arguing bar
rister, a correspondent tells how ou ouo
ocensiou Lord Watsou justified bis lu-
veterate habit of interposition.
"I ventured," he says, "once out of
court to complain to lilin of bis too fre
quent interruptions from which I had
suffered In court.
"He answered: 'Eh? Man, you should
not complain of thnt, for I never In
terrupt a fool.' "London Globe.