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A .CHRISTMAS T'KUEi
ZTre Story soi American Boy Ii?
BY ZOE ANDERSON NORRIS.
Copyright, 190O, by
some inexplicable reason theT
4 I pas ev-f "liristmas day in
Year iu-lead. Tb-re i- no cheer
'nii-tma-i dav. no holly atid
J. i plum pudding. There was n use iu
Ji.iii-ii; ui a stocking tin ciirbt lxfore
lrf--au.-- then- was nobody to till it. Bt
bide. unhappily, luy stocking banking
tii'io is over.
W had expected some-thing like it
.J(Jy, f Ik- boy from Milwaukee, and I.
V.'e- had been prepare d by the-Swed
v. ith the Ion:: yellow mustache who Bat
t the foot of the tabic-. -It will be just
like any either day."' be- bad siiid. and it
bad l--n. only worse.
In the tirt pla-e-, t rained: ia the hoc-
ml place-, it not only rained, but it pour
ed, and, in the third plae-e, Loddy and I
'LOOK WHAT THE MAX VID TO ME!''
if you want fully to appreciate an
'American boy like I toddy, you must first
Jive in Ku'land awhile. Then he bursts
l.pon you with the iioli:iin e of a nooii-
1. iy sun. 1 nll- i-oiild hardly hay that 1
failed to appreciate him. He never
.racked n joke that I didn't IiiiikIi until
the tears fame. If he told a story, he
f.nddered ni. practically being the only
American a the table and consequently
11 only irnlivi.lii.il in possession of H
i' Iim' of humor sutticient for the under
r ir vTY
r ii -to
i t i
Zoe Anderson Korrii.
standing' or it his sole audience, rnua
hetwwii niueb telling of stories and mom
laughing at them our friendship appeared
to be cemented, to be planted squarely
upm a sure and firm foundation, but it
is about just such things as that that you
an never tell.
It was over nest to nothing that we
quarreled, the simplest thing iu the world.
It was this: The first time I saw him h
came into the dining room witli his head
shaved close. "I went into n barber
shop." he'toli us. "and look what the .
man did to me! I knew enough French J
to start him. and then I didn't know
enough to get him to stop." i
That struck me as hilariously funny. J
Kven the foreigners lavished when it was '
translated to them. So it happened that ,
in writing back I mentioned loddy and
related this anecdote of him.
How could I know that thev won'd
hand my private letter over to an editor
and that the editor would proe-ee d proir pt
ly to publish it? How could I know even
that the papers, always on the loo!. out
for a glint of fun. would copy the little
story here, there and everywhere, and
that in four or five wee-!:s time those
same papers would appear upon the ta
bles of every American reading room in
l'aris, and, worse mill, that numerous
friends of the boy would hand him cop
ies and laugh? For, alas. I had given
This was my first intimation of it. I
was sitting in my room mending my glove
when there came a knock at the door.
"Kntre-zl" I called out in my newly ac
quired French. The door opened, and
there stood Ioddy.
I rprang up, threw the glove aside and
ran to meet him. glad, as I always am, to
fcee ihe boy from Milwaukee.
"Come in! Come in !" I cried. "I am
dead lonesome. Bring your mandolin
and let's hnve a jig. 1 have learned the
piano accompaniment by now."
I5iit there was never mi answering
smile on the boy's countenance. He faced
me with a look that struck cold to mv
heart. The smile died on mine. I start- I
cd back as if I bad had a blow and I
Marcd. Could this be my dear old Iod- J
"I should like to see you for one mo
ment." he said in a manner as cold as his
fac- and in the firm, severe tones of a
full grown man.
"Why. certainly." I gasiwd. "for two
if you like! Where in the little kitch
en that isn't used or in the hall or out
in the big hall, with the concierge look
ing on?" For there was no salon, and the
precision of 1 loddy's manner callec lor a
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"This ia no joke," said he, and there
was not the twinkle of a laugh at the
comers of his mouth or in his eyes.
Reaching in the pocket of his vest, he
produced a slip cut fron a paper and
thrust it at me. I took it wondcringly
and read a scrap from my letter with the
account of Doddy and his cute little hair
cutting joke. I read to the finish. 'then
looked up at him.
"Well, what of it?" I incuired.
''What of it?" he blazed. "Nothing,
only they have been poking the thing at
me the whole day long; nothing, only
I nm the laughing stock of the establish
ment. I am the joke of Faris, the boy
who didn't know enough French to get
his hair cut. That's all! That's all!"
"Oh. Doddy! Oh, Doddy!" I sighed.
And after a time, very humbly, "I didn't
mean it that way," I explained. "It was
a ps:vate letter. I never expected it to
be published. How could I know that it
won!! get into the hands of an editor?"
'"You ought to have known," he storm
ed, "since you write. You writers, you
have no respect for the private affairs of
people, so you make money out of them,
you publish anything. Nothing is private
to you. Nothing is sacred."
"Doddy." I remonstrated, "that was no
private affair. You said it right there at
the table with a dozen listening. Didn't
"I did," he acknowledged defiantly,
"but do you suppose I thought once of
yon 7" The accent on that "you" came
near bringing the tears. "I forgot you
were a penny-a-liner: that you were sit
ting there taking the thing down, con
gratulating yourself that you were to get
o much a word for it."
A jeiiny-a-liner!" "So much a word!'
A penny-a-liner doesn't get eo much a
''Doddy,' I said presently, quite calmly,
too, considering everything, "I didn't get
ii cent for thnt anecdote, not a red eent.
It was a private letter not intended for
publication. Won't you believe that?"
"You can't believe unytlyng these peo
ple who write say." he declared. "They
mix their imagination up so with facts
that they g so tin y can't tell the truth.
Yon know it. And now see what you
have done. Yon have made me notori
ous. io you suppose 1 want clieup news
paper notoriety like that? I hate it! I
I was stricken to the dust mute. In
a storm of anger he lluug himself out of
the room and slammed the door.
After that he sat dumb and unforgiv
ing at one end of the long table, and I
sat silently at the other. It was impos
sible to catch his eye. He refused by so
lunch as a look to reveal his cognizance
of my existence.
Then Christmas day approached. We
bad arranged for the day. D.iddy and I.
We hacl prepared to ward off homesick
ness, to a certain extent at bast. He
was to make me a present, and 1 was to
make him one.
"Tl-ere is a little bust of Napoleon in
a shop down in the Hue St. Ilonore that
I wuit," I told him. "You get it for
me. ;,id I will buy you a cigarette case
in the ;;aine shop. They cost about tho
same umrey. Is it a go?"
"It's a go." answered he. and we shook
hands on it.
BATH ROBES, NEW IMPORTED NOVELTIES, MUST BE
As a matter of fact. I had already pur
chased the cigarette case. It was stow
ed away in the bottom of .my armoire
drawer for safe keeping. 'Now and again
I took it out and looked at it, thinking
how proud the boy would be to offer his
cigarettes in that pretty new case in the
place of Us old me. which was ringer
marked aDtl worn at the edges.
And now it was all over. lVibaps he
would scorn to take it from me. a penny-a-liner,
a scribbler who mixed up her
imagination with facts in so alarming
a manner that she had at last arrived at
a stage wherein she could no longer
speak the truth.
Tin- morning arrived, and. as I say. it
not only rained, but it poured. I deposit
ed a franc or two iu the baud of Bet he,
who brought me my chocolate, to remind
xnysell that It was Christmas day, and oc
cupied myself briskly with my toilet to
keep from thinking what a rojal good
time- they were all having at home. Then
I gave a few f:ancs to Florence of the
velvet foot and to Aime. the cook, after
which I went out into the rain to the
Gare St. Iazare. where 1 bought a great
bunch of French roses for mademoiselle,
presented them to her, received her
thanks and compliments, profusely ex
pressed in English so fractured as to be
scarcely recognizable, r.nd. retiring to my
room, worked all day long at that penny-a-liner
business fur which I was so look
ed down upon by the boy from Milwau
kee, trying to pretend that it was only
an ordinary every day and not Christmas
From my window I could see the rain
descending dismally iuto the court, the
palms huddled iu. one corner and the big
i ropfep ms cnix ox nis young i:t:kast.
Ureiiilieil Idolize girl, whose uplifted
anus, holding up the lamp, gave me a!
times a feeling of suc h intense weariness.
One blight spot alone gleamed through
the window' t.f the concierge's room,
which was oppesile mine, two stories be
low. It was his tire over which he bent,
reading all the letters before he sent
them up to the rooms.
The day passed somehow, and it was
evening. The boy. bad not. come to diu-
l sat waiting for him iu niy nni.
I waited u lotig time. I had his cigarette
case in my hand ready, for after a Christ
mas day of such loneliness I .was deter
mined, if possible, to make friends with
him again. I was afraid of going to
sleep aud dreaming the day all over again
At last I heard his latchkey in the
door and his footstep in the hull. I wait
ed until he should have had time to light
his caudle: then, softly opeuiug my door,
1 went out and baited, looking at him.
He was stand wig by the heavy mahog
any table upon which flic kered his candle.
1 haTiu't much pride when it comes to
question of happiness or unhappiness. lii
a lowly manner I approached him. Ho
started at seeing me, but glauced up with
out a smile. His fa.- in the light of the
caudle hurt niy heart.
"Won't you forgive me. Doddy?" I im
plored. "I will never do it again nev
er! I promise you."
I closed my lingers over the cigarette
case. I was afraid to give it to him just
T(t afraid he might tiinsi it back at me
or t)Mtijt it on the floor, for Doddy wus
so young that I often woudered bow his
mother happened to let him stray so far
"What sort of Christmas have you
had?" I ventured, talking high and light
ly, as if nothing at all hacl happened.
"Cmistmas!"' he repeated, aud the toue
"Did you get any presents?' I asked
hira after a moment of silence, though his
manner hardly invited interrogation. It
left ir.e under the impression, on the con
trary, that he was carefully weighing his
words, perfectly aware of the fact that
they would eventually appear in some
American newspaper at so much per.
"They have forgotten me." he said. by
and by. --I haven't been over here six
months, and. by Jove, they have forgot
ten all about me."
They hadn't. The mails had been de
layed. That was all. But the day had
Opposite. the table is a big carved chair.
He went over to it, doubled himself up
in a disconsolate heap there, clasped his
two hands about his knees and dropped
his chin on his Tomii: breast, which
I hesitated for one moment only. Then
I went to him. tool: his head in my
hands, drew it back, beut forward and
Vk'i'h a sob he threw his arms around
me and gave mo a bear hug that took
away my breath.
"Juit!" I cried. "You are killing me!"
Hi? bugged me all the tighter. Looking
up radiantly, he whispered: "Let's forget
those p.oplc- back there. They have for
gotten u. T.et's be married, you and I.
and live in a little flat aud be happy ever
"Would yon many a penny-a-liner?"
"Don't be mean." he commanded,
F.y this time I had rescued myself. I
stood :f lit tie way off.
"I wi!I marry you." I told him from
there-, "when you have got to be as old
as I am and 1 as young as you."
"'.lit that will never, be." he objected
"Of com.,- iot. foolish." I had arriv
ed at my 1 "Anyway." I concluded.
SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
witn my halid on the knob, "laying the
question of marriage aside, here is vour
old cigarette case I promised you.'- AM
I threw it at him.
In my room I stood before the mirror
arranging my crushed pompadour and
smiliug at myself, so glad was I to le
friends with the boy once more, when
there came a tap at iny door.
I tiptoed to it. opened it and peeped
The hall was dark. It was empty.
But there on my threshold, iu all the
bravery of cen kade aud cuirass, stood the
TOMMY TO SANTA CLAUS.
You are a dear old friend to me;
I cfon dream of you at tuttiit.
And 1 am sure as I can l
Vour whiskers alwjvs liave been white.
Like I m'!e Tbonias', and that
You're very good and kind and fat.
I want to kiss your smiling face
And ride on horsolu k on your knee
And tell you at the chimney place
How eood you arc each yo.r to me
To lrin nio tars and raitrviil tracks
And trumpets, tilocks jihI jumping jack.
And so I vish, when next you come.
You'll from .our pack of playthings take.
Beside my I'chI, a Pig led drum
And l.un it hard until 1 wake.
Then pive me from your rreat fat hand
The things you lrin from Fairyland.
And then I'll k-ow you, and jou'Il know
How- much 1 like the Kilts you bring
And how- I'd like to see you no
And tie a fine, old jolly king.
Whose throne should In1 of frosted cake.
Whose criuvn the holly leaves should make.
So il with joy you'd make m jump
yext I'hrisimas eve 'twill soon be here
And let me fondly give a lump
Of sugar to your pood old deer.
Please don't fonret when in you come
To -Uy upon that big red drum.
K. K. Mi NKiTTHira.
Iter Bane Intern 1 1 tatle.
When Duchonois, the? great French
actress, elieil. some one met an old man
who bad been her intimate friend anei
who was iipparontly crushed with sor
row. Kindly luentit professions of sym
pathy and consolation failed to cheer
him. "For," said he. "it is not so lunch
her loss which troubles me us her base
ingratitude. Can you credit it? She
left me iiothinsr in her will, ami yet I
dined with her at her own house tbrea
j times a week regularly for .'50 years!"
-My boy." said the tirst proud papa,
"has a bud habit of interrupting ina
when I'm talking. Your kid isn't old
enough for that yet."
"No," replied the other. "My boy
contents himself with Interrupting ma
when I'm sleeping." Philadelphia
Kdward IV enacted that every Kng
lishman and every Irishman living
with an Knglisbnian should have an
Fnglish bow of his own height.
A girl should learn to bake bread be
fore she learns to paint. It is better to
tickle the palate than to tickle the pal
ette. Chicago Daily News.
THE STORE DETECTIVE.
At Times He Makes It I'npleaianl
' 1'or Others Than Thieves.
A young woman who sing's Iu a church
choir In this city was in tine of the de
partment stores the other day when
the detective employed there stopped
besfJe her and, pointing to a woman
with a long cape and a bag at an ad
joining counter, said:
'Must watch that woman work."
The singer saw the woman take two
articles from the counter when the
shopgirl was not looking and drop
them into her bag.
"Why, she is stealing." she said.
"Yes," said the detective, "and If you
will feilleiw her to the next counter with
me you will see her take more things."
The singer was Interested, aud sln
walked along with the detective. Two
more articles were dropped iu the bag.
and then the detective arrested the
shoplifter. She made the usual scone
and protested her innocence. The de
tective asked the singer If she would
step back to the ulliev with him and
cotTolmrate h!s charges, and she went,
unconscious of further trouble. There
was no doubt as to the shoplifter's
guilt. She came of n respectable fam
ily, and she? convinced the singer that
she took the articles not because she
needed them or the money that they
would bring, but because she bad the
When these facts were settled, the
detective thanked the singer for her as
sistane'e and told her that she must be
in the police court at o'clock n tin?
following morning as a witness. It
was the singer's turn to make a scene.
Sh protested against being dragged
into a police court and said that such
notoriety would seriously Injure lur in
her work. The detective insisted, at-.d
had the charge against the shoplifter
not been witlnlrawn before the case
reached the court the singer would
have been o'ie of the witnesses. She
denounced the defective and the store'
which employed him for Imposing on
its patrons in that fashion, and she is
going to make it. her business hereafter
to keep out of the way of store detect
ives. Had the singer been forced to go
to court lir punishment in the conse
quent notoriety would have been al
most as bard as that iutllcted on thu
shoplifter. New York Sun. i
To l ie e I.ohk.
Vlrchov., the (leriuan scientist, said
the way to live long is to "be born wish
n good constitution, take care of it
when you are young, always have
Something to do ami be resigned if you
fillet you cannot accomplish nil ymi
wish." It is easier to live long with a
poor constitution than to vie-late tin?
of her conditions and reach old age.
A baby begins to be a human bIngi
when it is between three and four
teeth old. Now York Prem