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COLUMBIA, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1897.
NEWS AND COMMENT.
Congkrss has adjourned for the
The anti-foot-ball bill was knock
ed out in the Virginia Legislature.
A dkstructivk blizzard swept
over a portion of Texas last Sundav.
There will be a total eclipse
the sun Jan. 22, 1898, visible only
Theodokk Duurant of San Fran
cisco has been sentenced to haDg on
The great biscuit trust, with $55,
000,000 capital, will be in operation
by Jan. 1.
The Mermod & Jaccard Jewelry
Company of St. Louis was burned
The American Federation
Labor closed its annual session
Mrs. Mary E. Lease is a candidate
for cofogress to fill the seat now
occupied by the Hon. Sockless
The Four Hundred of New York
has been reduced to 75, and two fac
tions have resulted from the re
organization. According to statistics compiled
by the New York World, of 297,850
workers in that city 92,075 are out
Giles County Democrats will
hold a primary on February 2C,
1898, for the selection of candidates
for county offices.
For some interesting "war prices,"
besides other good reading, we refer
you to "Echoes of the Past" in this
issue of the Herald.
The Indianapolis (Ind.) City
Council passed a curfew ordinance
to keep children under fifteen off
the streets after 8 p. m. in winter
and 9 p. m. in summer.
The Senatorial fight is on iu ear
nest. McMillin and Turley both
have headquarters at the Maxwell
House in Nashville, and the friends
of both candidates are flocking to
Employes in the cotton mills at
Suncook, N. H., will receive a re
duction of 10 per cent, in wages on
Jan. 1. There are about 1,500 opera
tives, and the monthly pay rjll
amounts to about $27,000.
A straight tip from the White
House says the President will issue
an order about the fklst of the year
which will remove from the ciassi
fled civil service about 50,000 offices
and toss them to the ravenous pack
of Iiepublican place-hunters.
The Americali Cotton Growers'
Protective Association was in ses
sion in Memphis this week. Presi
dent Lane in an address said that
cotton was selling at less than 5
cents, and this meant the insignifi
cant sum of 10 cents a day for cot
ton field laborers.
The first case of yellow fever
which developed in Atlanta during
the recent epidemic has involved
the city in a unique lawsuit. J. E.
Warnock, owner of the boarding
house in which it developed, has
filed suit for $40, claiming this
amount due him as rent during the
time the house was in quarantine.
The fiscal year of the State ended
Monday. The State treasury has
borrowed so far this year $500,000.
If this money had not been bor
rowed there would have been a de
ficit of $472,006.10. And the end is
not yet. On January 1, interest on
the State debt, amounting to $220,
000, will fall due. There is now a
balance in the treasury of $27,993.90,
but there is enough floating indebt
edness to consume this. Rather
interesting figures for comment in
the next campaign.
Miss Lelia Herbert, daughter
of ex-Secretary of the Navy Herbert,
of Alabama, died at her home in
Washington City Monday morning,
as the result of a fall from the third
story of her home on New Hamp
shire avenue, in the most fashion
able part of the city. The death
was reported to police headquarters
as a case of suicide, due to melan
cholia and temporary aberration of
uiiud, as the result of a long illness,
but friends of the family believe
that the fall was the result of an
Stories Written for the
A Gift Declined.
Wuz thinkin' o' something to give her.
Looked over the store every sneir,
But nuthin' seemed right in the day or
So I says: "I'll Jest give her myself!"
So I bought me a pen for to write,
And I ottered myseii in a letter;
But her answer wuz this (twur.n't
sealed with a kiss!")
"Dear John, can't you And nothin
F. L. S. in Constitution.
Qqe Ghristrnas Eye
and Its Sequel.!
BY VERSA VILLIBH8.
The flames glowed and sparkled in
the wide-mouthed, are-place, leap
inn-and dancing in ioyous glee o'er
the rugged sides of the great yule
loy. which had been seasoning for
months in anticipation of the "Mer
ry Christmas-time." How cheerful
and cozy the best room at the "farm
house" looked on that Christmas-
eve, with muslin curtains fresh
from the laundrv. looped back from
the windows, and tied with scarlet
ribbons. Farmer Mays believed in
letting the light of his pleasant
home shine out into the night to
cheer the passers-by.
What a lolly time the children
were having In the great room, play
ing "blind-man's bluil" and "pussy
wants a corner," sending forth
shouts of glee at the awkward at
tempts of the elder portion of the
family, who were vainly endeavor
ing to learn (?) the games. .Brother
Tom was driving a row of nails on
either side of the fire-place, and, by
and by, each nail was to hold a pair
of little stockings, and the fire was
to be smothered out so that Santa
Claus would not burn his feet when
he made his yearly visit; " 1 ' N-
Ah ine! the "Christmas-trees"
and the small rouad stove-pipes
have fairly crowded the dear old
fallow off 'from the stage of action
these latter years I
They were all too intent watching
the noisy games to notice the wee,
pinched face at the window ; but the
fire-light saw it, and flashed little
waves and ripples of glory over it.
The flames leaped higher and higher,
extending a warm invitation to the
homeless child, whose solemn gray
eyes were watching, with such a
hungry light in them', the frolicsome
"Well, well," said Farmer Mays,
wiping the perspiration from his
heated brow, "you little folks can
tire me all out, and no mistake."
He turned toward the window as
he spoke, and at that instant every
curve and outline of the wee, pinch
ed face, lit up by the dancing tire
light, was distinct against the dark
background of the night without.
Without a moment's hesitation he
opened the outer door, and drew the
frightened child into the room. How
they crowded aDout ner, ana ques
tioned her, those happy children,
who had never been cold or hungry?
There was a great pity shining in
Mr. Mays' kindly blue eyes, as he
led her up to the Are which had
first attracted her attention, and
drawn her to the window.
"Who are you, little girl?" he
asked.as he warmed her blue, chilled
hands in his.
"I'm only Maggie, and " catch
ing ber breath with a sob "I'm" so
cold and hungry!"
"Where are your father and moth
er, dear?" . .
"Both dead, an' I don't want to go
back to Meg. Say, can't I stay
"Who is Meg?" asked Mrs. Mays,
who came in from another room to
question the little stranger.
"She's the woman I live with".- Ma
died, owln' her lots o' rent; so she
keeps me to beg for her; but to-day
I didn't get anything, an' she whip
ped me lust awful. See here I
v.. ." . i .
She threw back the loose 6leeve ot
her dress, which hung in tatters
about her, and held up her little
arm, showing where the whip had
left its cruel marks.
"An' so I runned awav," she add
ed, "an I'd rather die than go back
'Mother." said warmer Mays,
looking: un with misty eyes, "is n't
there room in Aggie's bed for her?"
"Ay, Jamie: but we're far from
being rich, you know, an' our own
must be cared for."
'Such a wee mite of a thing
couldn't eat much." spreading the
thin little hand out on his broad
'I'll eat lust as ntue as J. can,
said Maggie, looking up appeal
"Well, well," said Mrs. ways,
turning away and wiping her eyes
with the corner of her apron, "we
' ' ' ' .... . . r
can trv it. Jamie."
"Drive up another nail, Tom ; drive
up another nail," snouted ine cnn
dren. "OI mother, what shall we do?'
asked little Agnes. "Her stockings
are so full of holes they'll let the
Christmas things right through."
"You'll have to lend her some,
guess." said her mother.
After the children had all been
DUt to bed. and the little stranger In
one of Aggie's clean, white night
trowns. lav sleeping beside her, Mr
and Mrs. Mays sat In front of the
yule log, which was now a bed of
glowing coal, and talked and plan
ned for the future.
"I'm afraid that it's an unwise
thine." said she. shaking her head
dolefully. "You have hard work
filling the mouths of your own
Jamie, dear, and this one will be a
great expense to us."
"God won't see us suffer because
we do a deed of kindness to one of
his homeless little ones," he an
swered ; and then began the task of
filling five pairs of stockings with
the toys and sweetmeats which had
been purchased for four.
Little Maggie remained at the
farm-house for several months; but
one day a wealthy, childless lady,
stopping In the neighborhood, heard
the child's story, and being attrac
ted by Maggie's pretty face, she
asked permission to adopt the little
waif as her own.
During the months Maggie had
been an inmate of their home they
had learned to love her dearly, and
were reluctant to part with her; but
they felt that it would not only be
for her own good, but for theirs as
well, to let her go; for their circum
stances were sucli that they could
not afford to keep her.
Again it is Christmas-eve, and
once more the wintry winds are
making drifts and mounds of the
newly fallen snow. The city is deck
ed In its holiday dress, and the
Btreets are thronged with gaypedes
trians, bearing mysterious bundles
ani packages to their respective
homes. In the handsome parlor of
a brown-stone residence, on one of
the aristocratic avenues, a young
merchant sits in the brilliant light
of a chandelier, enjoying the so
cietv of his wife and child.
"Helen has forgotten to close the
shutters," he said, rising and going
to the window
"Please, Ralph," said his wife,
entreatingly, "let them remain open
thij one evening."
He turned toward her with a sur
prised inquiry in his eyes.
"I can't understand your motive
in leaving them open on this espe
cial evening,'- he, said. "For my
part, I prefer to have my home to
myself and do not care to have the
rude eyes ot the world at laree gaz
She laid one white hand, on his
arm, and lifting ber fair face,, told
him the story of a Christmas-eve,
when she, a homeless little child,
had found a home and kind friends,
because one man had let the outside
world have the benefit of his Christ
mas-light. After they had resumed
their Beats, Mr. Denton' called his
little daughter to his side, and ask
ed what she- would like for Christ
mas. ''-.'' f.n ': '
"I'd like a grandpa best of all,'
she saldt Uinooently. "Mamie Wells
has two grandpas and a grandma,
and I have n't any, not any at all.V
"Ah, me 1" sighed Ralph, Denton,
almost sadly, utliere are things, - my
little daughter, that money will not
"But God will send me a grandpa
I for a Christmas present if I ask him
to,", said .h
'I've got dollies and cradles, and
everything but grandpas and grand
mas; and I guess that God can p ire
just one ior me, when he gives other
little girls three and four apiece."
"Hut yours are all dead, ray little
Nellie, said her mother, gently
stroking her sunny hair.
"Then God will make a new one
for me," persisted the child, confi
dently. "O, for the faith or childhood,"
said Mr. Denton, as his eyes follow
ed the graceful form of his little
daughter, who had gone over to the
window, and stood looking' down
into the street. Suddenly she came
back to her mother's side with a
wondering light in her blue eyes.
"Mamma," she whispered, in an
awed voice, "does Santa Claus ever
leave the presents on the door step!"
"Sometimes, dear," said her mother
smiling. "Why do you ask?"
Because, I guess he s left a
grandpa there for me. O, papa, go
quick and see."
Mr. Denton, to satisfy the child,
went out into the hall and opened
the massive front door. As he did
so, he beheld a feeble old man. lean
ing against the house for support.
"Forgive me," the old man began,
apologetically; "but it looked so
bright and warm in there, and it
seemed to warm my old blood just
to see It. I 11 go away now."
"Why, you're my grandpa,
you're not going away," called
little Nellie.'who had followed
father to the door.
"Maggie, Maggie, cried the old
man, leaning forward and peering
into the child s face.
At the sound of his voice, Mrs.
Denton, who was standing in the
hall, came hastily forward, exclaim
"Mr. Mays, is it possible that this
The old man was taken into the
parlor, and an easy chair placed for
him In front of the glowing grate
After he had recovered from his eur
prise at finding the little girl he had
once befriended, he told his pitiful
story. His loving wife and little
Agnes were sleeping in the church
yard near the old farm-house. Tom,
many years before, had gone to sea,
and had never returned. Mary had
married a drunkard, and there was
scarcely food enough lor her miser
able children, and none for the aged
KIBI'UIUUJCI HUB, UJO JUUllfcCOK,
had married an heiress, whose
haughty pride barred the doors of
her elegant home against her hus
band's father. Old, feeble, and home
less, he was seeking alms in the
street when the cheerful light from
the rich man's parlor windows lured
him to the steps for a closer view.
Need I tell the rest? The aged
wanderer found a home: little Nel
lie found a grandpa; and the bless
ing of a kind act followed the old
man to his grave. -
I count my treasures o'er with care
The little toy ray darling knew,
A little sock of faded hue, '
A little lock of golden hair.
Long years ago this holy time
My little ones my all to me
Sat rohed in white upon my knee,
And heard the merry Christmas chime.
'Tell me, my li'tle golden head,
11 Santa Claus should come to-night,
What shall he bring my baby bright
wnat treasures tor my Doy7"
Then he named his little toy. .
While in his round ana mournful eyes
There came a look of sweet surprise
That spake his quiet, trustful joy.
And as he lisped his evening praver.
no asked the boon witn childish grace;
Then, toddling to the chimney place,
lie hung his little stocking there
That night while lengthening shadows
I saw the white-winged angel come
With sitiKinu; to our lowly homo,
And kiss my darling as he slept.
They must have heard his little prayer,
ior in the morn with rupturous race,
lie toadied to the chimney place,
And found his little treasure there.
They came again one Christmas tide-
That angel host so rair and white
And singing all that glorious night
They lured my darling from my side.
A little sock, a little toy,
A little lock ot golden hair,
The Christmas music on the air,
A-watching for my baby boy!
But if again that angel train
And golden head come back to me.
To bear me to eternity,
My watching will not be in vain.
EUGENE U IELP.
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A story for children.
$ VY WILLI WH1TSOS IlOWtLL,
It was a cold frosty morning, three
days before Christmas. In the
midst of a thick pine forest, just off
the road, sat a little log cabin. The
wind moaned plaintively around its
corners while the blue-black smoke,
as it rose irom trie plain rocs chlm
ney; curled Itself around the trees.
through the branches, and finally
disappeared.' .presently the ' sun
light streamed through the trees,
and the long icicles hanging from
the roof of the cabin began to. thaw
and drip, and the ducks,, geese
chickens and turkeys came and
drank the cold, muddy water. A
large, red rooster, too lazy to bend
his head to drink, or too proad to
mix with his neighbors, stood on
the door-step, and as he flapped his
wines and crowed, the cabin door
opened, and a little black face
peered out. ' Hakes alive," he mur
mured, as he closed the door behind
him, "I does bleeve hit will be
snowin' by Chris'mas."
"Les see, free days, den." as ho
walked out into the yard and looked
at the chimney, "old Santa Clam
will come, an' but I 'clare ter good
ness, I don t see how he am going
to git down dat chimbley," putting
his hands in his trousers pockets.
and wid bich a bundle too."
'Why," he wont on, "thars a drum.
an' a boss, an' de Lawd doan kno'
what else fer me, 'sides things fer
Lizy Jane an' Josie, John an'
mammy. Course he wont fergit
mammy. But I jist doan bleeve,
somehow, all dat foolishness 'bout
Santa Clause." And master Sambo
stuck out his thick lips iu a pout.
He was not a bad looking little fel
low, after all, this Sambo, who was
his mother's darling.
His fleshy little figure was clad
somewhat scantily, while four little
toes on each foot peeped out of his
shoes. Sambo's mother cooked for
de whl' fokes," and besides him.
there were four more children to
feed. Mandie's salary was very
small, but with Lizy Jane's and
Joe's help she had pulled through
many hard, cold, winters.
Sambo was counted "head boss,"
for while the Bister, brother and
mother were at work, he stayed at
home and tended to Johnny and
and Josie. It was only three days
now until Christmas, and poor
Mandie had worried about getting
something nice for her children. Of
course it could not be much, but
they would be looking for some
Perhaps "old miss" would give
her a few extra coins; and the poor
woman comforted herself with this
thought. "Mammy," said Sambo,
as he went back into the cabin and
sat down before the fire, "I wants
ter know de truf; who am Santa
Clause, anyhow? '
t 7 L T. ,i i . ,m
Josie, starting back at the question
"Why you 8 de ignantest boy ever I
seed. Doan you know he's a big fat
man what brings good things down
de chimbley to fo'kes?"
1 didn t ax you," exclaimed
Sambo. "Say, mammy, did you
eber see him?" "Yas, chile, many
a time," said Mandie, her black
eyes twinkling at the thought.
"Why onct, when I was a little gal,
I eluded to sit up an' wait fer 'im
ter come. Hit war nigh onter
twelve, midnight, an' all at onct I
heard de billy-goats an' nanny
goats er pulling an' I was so skeert
I run up under de bed, an' when I
heerd Mm comln down dechimoiey,
I crawled out, I did, an' riz up.
But somehow ou't, he got lodged up
in thar, an' I bed ter git some fish
in' poles an' tie 'em tugedder an'
punch Mm up; an' when he got un-
lodged, hyali he come er tumoun'
down, an' at de good t'lngs he did
have. Good Lawd, chlllun, he left
so many good things dat hit didn t
take all de goats to pull his cyart
back, an he give ine two uv em . i
kep' 'em an' got 'em fat, an' den
pap killed 'em fer beef. Oh yes.
chillun, I'se seed old Santa Clause."
"Great goodness." murmured
Johnny ; "mammy I clar ter good
ness, you s made my heart beat.
And he moved uneasily in his chair.
Tell us some mo , mammy," ex
claimed Sambo excitedly, but his
mother shook her black, wooly
head. "Hits time for me to go ter
wurk, Lizy Jane an' Joe done an
gone a hour ago by de sun. Weil
good-bye chilluns, be good, an' ole
Santa might come."
And with this Mandie left, and
the children looked at each other
with awe-struck faces. All clay
long they talked of "old Santa," and
at night, when they lay their weary
little beads down to rest, the big
fat man wid ail de good things" was
near them, and when Hambo opened
his eyes next morning, he was quite
disappointed because he did not
find his horse, as he expected to.
Christmas ttve came, and with it,
a deep snow. The limbs of the
great pine trees almost touched the
ground under their heavy burdens,
and the creek which ran near
Mandie's little cabin was frozon
over. Long and hard did Sambo
work to get the snow from around
the door, and by noon he had al
most finished a path from the road
to the house. He could hear the
boom of the cannons and the like
come from the city, and as he stood
blowing his little cold hands to
several times, and then the souud of
horses hoofs coming at a furious
rate down the road. Presently
woman screamed and Sambo, know
ing that something serious was the
matter, made him three large, hard
snow-balls and ran out into the road
and saw two horses hitched to
sleigh coming down the pike. In
tho sleigh sat a beautiful youn
woman, who was uttering scream
"A runaway," said Sambo to him
self ; "but I can fltz 'em an' I'll do
it too." And when the horses came
near enough, he pelted them right
in the eyes with bis snow-balls, and
the horses, almost blinded by the
unexpected blows, came to a dead
halt. The .young , lady sprang
out of the sleigh while Sambo
caught one of the horses by the
bridle and held him very tightly
until both horses had become quiet.
"I think you kin go now, miss,"
Sambo said, expecting a coin for his
bravery, "dey' alright I thinks."
"You are a good little boy, and I
thank you very much for what you
have done." aid .the lady, as he
ateped into .the sleigh; "is that
where you live?" And she pointed
to the cabin. i - ,
"Yea'm," replied Sambo.
The pretty lady drove away, but
not too soon to hear Sambo's pitiful
Royal make the food pure, '
wholesome and delicious.
ROVAl BAKING POWDFR CO., MEW YORK.
words as he brushed away a tear:
"An' ter think she didn't offer me a
a thing. Hits too bud."
The pretty laclv smiled to herself,
while Sambo walked back into the
house and told Johnny and Josie
what had happened.
When night came the children
gathered around the large opon fire
place to watch for "ole Santa,"
while mammy sat back in the cor
ner patching, and a sigh would fre
quently escape from her lips, as she
thought how great her children's
disappointment would be. Sambo's
happy voice sounded above the
others. He was relating a story of
a big fat mammy-woman who had
five little black children. One night
old Santa Clause came and carried
one little child off with him, and the
little child turned into a billy-goat.
Each Christmas that little goat
would bring old Santa back to see
his mammy, and oh, tt the nice
things the good old man would
I wish i d er been dat goat, ' said
! Josie, eagerly. But Sambo frowned
"Fer shame, gal. doan
you know dat a gal cuidn t turn
Into a billy-goat. I wuz dat goat
myself." And he shook his head
Presently a loud noise was heard,
It was only a dead limb falling from
the large oak tree in front of the
door, but the children sat very fctill
for a moment. Then Sambo spoke.
'Dar now, I tole yer he wus er com
ing!" And Josie stooped down and
looked up the chimney, then started,
sprang up and cried: "Dar he am,
I dun an seed one foot er comin1
down de chimbley!"
Thev sat very still. One by one
each little head dropped over, until
all were fast asleep. When the
morning came, the children saw
their stockings hanging just as they
had left them the night before. Yes,
certainly, there was something in
each little red sock. A tea-cake!
"Oh mammy, is dis all he briing?"
cried Sambo, holdiug the cake
above his little wooly head.
Sambo, honey, said Mandy in a
choked voice, "lie haint been liyah.
Yo' mammy dun an' put dat cake in
dar. Dat's all she hud, but doan cry
honey, he might come ter-tiight."
The children ate their cakes in
silence: butat noon, whpn they saw
the deliilous dinner Mandie had
prepared, their spirits revived. In
the center or the table was a large
turkey; then there were pickles,
preserves, custards and nicest of all,
a largo fruit cuke that hud buousent
from "old nilstiss'" house. After
diunor they played in the snow and
when the darkness began to steal
upon them, they went back into tlw
cabin, much refreshed over their
"Mammy," paid Hambo, as lie
worked his tons out at the end of
his Shoes "does you bermember dem
tides you . used to tell us 'bout
Hush, chillun, what dat I hvah?
Sho's-I'm libin' I heered somebody
knock at dat do," said mammv. as
she lifted her hand iu'reproof. Sure
enough there was a Knock, another
one, and before Mandie had time to
6peak, the door was thrown open
and outside there stood a young
man in a long gray over-coat and
fur cap, and a young lady with a red
shawl around her and a white hood
over her head. In their arms were
numbers of parcels, while on the
door-step were three large boxes, f
"Bross my soul, Johnny," mur
mured Josie. "I does bleeve it's
Gawd an' all his angels," ;
Johnny had crawled under tho
bed, while Sambo, anxious to see
the new comers, had climbed on ton
of the eating table and stood with
his hands in his pockets, looking on
"Come in, good fokes, come in,
fer I does bleeve de"good Lawd hab
sent you hyuh. I jis tell ye chillun,
(Continued to Klxth fane.)
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