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THE IOLA REGISTER.
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KMOOnAVfKiTj"uiri?ol!fl 8AVONBUKO PROOKK88. KsTABLISHID 1891.
Iola, Allen County. Kansas, Friday, December 22, 189.9- vol. xxxiv. No. 4
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SANTA CLAUS AT
GRIMM'S RANCH.
A Stotu (ot
Christmas.
THOUSAND par
dons, but could the
Benor the change give
for two gold pieces
of 20?"
John Wells jerked
Ins ii e w 1 yii r g e d
horses to & standstill
and glared his annoy
ance at the heavily
bearded .Mexican
who, w i t h doffed
sombrero, liail sud
d e n I y confronted
him at a 'point where
the Mcnardville road extricated itself from
the scattered jacals of Tort McKavett and
headed out for the open prairie. It was
early morning of the 21th of December, 1805.
Wells had fleshly ri.cn from uu unappetiz
ing and indigestible breakfast of grease-sodden
.tortillas and rancid bacon; had quar
rcled with the hotel keeper over Ins extor
tionate charges for the l.iM night's lodging;
was hungry. ; angry with the shaip sleet that
came drifting against his fuce from the
northeast; angry with tho "infernal luck"
that doomed him to wander over the wild
prairies of southwestern Texas while the
rest of mankind were happily preparing for
the holiday festivities; angry at the abomin
able cabbage-leaf cigar which refused to
yield him solace from his woes; angry with
the world at large and just at that moment
with the disreputable looking "Urcaser"
before him in particular.
"Two gold pieces of $20," he growled.
"Where are they? Are they counterfeit?
How did you come by them?"
The Mexican gravely hc.'d them forth in
his dirty palm for inspection.
"They are gold, seuor. They were given
ino by the American, Senor Illack who
tends the meat of goats across the seas in
cam. The money is the price of 40 goats
that I drove from the Uio Concho."
Wells regarded tho Mexican with a search
ing gaze of suspicion.
"I know Col. Hill Dlack, and his gold is
sood. Hut I think ( know you, too. You
were in the hotel just low when I paid my
bill, and I think 1 saw you last night at the
ctore where 1 bought those cursed cigars, I
believe you want to learn jf I have money,
so you can relieve me of it farther out on tlio
plains."
The object of Wells' distrust thtew his
anna aloft in humble deprecation.
"The Sacred Mother knows 1" ,
"Never mind that nonsense," exclaimed
Wells, roughly. "I'm no baby, and I'll take
"THEY ARE GOLD, SENOR."
chances on you and all the Greasers in Mo
Kavett. I'll give you silver for your goldj
and here in this sack Is more money whitu
and yellow that you may have for the tak
ing. Don't bo afraid of the guns they are
never loaded but full in as soon as you can
raise your crowd and overtake me."
The Mexican made no reply to this bland
bit of encouragement, but his snaky eyes
gleamed evilly ft om their covert of steel
igray brows, as they rested upon the plump
.buckskin pouch nestled between the butts
life
Sk
ot a heavy shotgun and a Winchester rifle,
lie was profuse in his thanks for the Amer
ican's kindliest, hut Wells' only response
was n short grunt as he once more dicw the
blankets closely around him and chirruped
to his not over-willing team.
It was a long drive to Menardville, and a
longer one to the nearest railway station,
the point for which Wells was now heading.
Kvcr since the middle of November he had
been driving here and there among the scat
leicd ranches, on a collecting trip for his
etnplovnrs, a prominent firm of San Antonio
mcrcTimiU: and he was more than anxious
to get back to civilization once more. He
had been successful in his mission and had
remitted several large sums by express; but
his collections had been heavy during the
last few days, and at least 1,000, in bilUand
coin, were stowed away in Ills pockets and
in the buckskin bag at his feet. It was a
large sum of money and he naturally felt
the responsibility its possession involved.
John Wells was by no means a coward, but
ho was perfectly acquainted with the coun
try and its people, and knew that the chance
of acquiring one-tenth the amount he (al
lied would be sufficient to prompt many of
the latter to murder. He had liven particu
larly struck with the villainous face mid sus
picious demeanor of the goat-herder, and the
uneasiness aroused by ilia li.tle incident of
the muruing hung over him during the en
tire day.
Without making his usual noonday iialt,
he drme steadily on, occasionally glancing
back over the dim trail, In momentary e
pcciatiou of liiidmg himself pursued. Jlm
ever, evening came without anything inn
ing transpired to increase his alarm, and i.n
hour before darkness closed down upon the
bleak plains he drew rein before the door
of a lone ranch and, without the useless pre
limiuary of applying for accommodations,
began divesting his tired horses of the har
ness. As he unhooked the tugs of the off horse,
a towheaded urchin of eight or nine years
same strolling up from the near-by corral,
crept into the buggy scat and drew the
blankets over his head until only his boyish
face and sparkling eyes were visible.
"What's your name, mister?" he asked,
with childlike directness.
"Jack Wells. What's yours?"
"Honk Grimm. I'm only Utile Hank.
Old Hank is my gran'paw, and he owns this
ranch, The Mexicans call this 'Dos Hotas
Hanch,' 'cause gran'paw gives the 'two
boot' brand, Say, mister, do you know who
I thought you mought be when you driv'
up?"
"Couldn't guess."
"J thought niebhy it was Santa Clans, but
then I allow he's got more whiskcrs'n you
have, Still, he mought have shaved,"
Wells admitted that Santa Clans might,
by way of a change, conclude to make his
annual trip with a beard of three weeks'
growth, or even a smoothly-shaven face,
further than that ha couldn't, under the
circumstances, blame f.ittle Hank for look
ing upon all stiangers with an eye of sus
picion; but he thought the chances of pop
ping his gaze on Santa Clans by daylight
wero extremely small. Several millions of
boys, in different parts of the world, had
been keeping their eyes open for years with
out avail, and there had come to be a popu
lar belief that the jolly fellow with the rein
deers traveled principally in the dark.
"That's the way he hit this ranch last
Christmas, uml J reckon he left it till about
the last ranch on his rounds," remarked the
boy, "He didn't leave me a thing that I
wanted nuthin' but a little tin wagon and
a pound of candy. Say, mister, d'ye reckon
Santa Clans ever handles windchesters?"
The appearance of the elder Hank Grimm
spared WclU the necessity of answering
this difficult query. The owner of the "Two
Hoot ranch" was a man well advanced in
years, and possessed of a sturdy, erect fig
ure, square-cut features and sky-blue eyes,
that told at once of German ancestry and of
past service in the armies of the old world or
the new. He welcomed the traveler heart
ily, directed him how to dispose of his
horses for the night, and then abruptly
turned away and entered the house. Little
Hank remained behind and, in his quaint,
boyish way, superintended Wells' every
movement.
A fcovey of quail that had been foraging in
the vicinity of the crib flushed at their ap
proach and settled in the prairie grass a
short distance away. Little Hank clamored
to have one of them killed for his Christmas
breakfast, and to please him. on their re
turn to the buggy, Weils slipped a couple nf
bird loads in his Parker, and, when itit
covey rose again, grassed three plump beau
tics with a hasty double shot. The boy was
in perfect ecstasies over his success.
"That's betlcr'n you could do with a
windcheater," he lemarked, in a tone de
noting that he considered this the height of
possible praise. "(Iran'pow says n shotgun
is no good; but 1 leckon it depends a honp
on who shoots it. I never seed but one be
fore, and it wasn't wuth shucks. It be
longed to a man from Arkansnw, and he
couldn't hit the broadside ot a mule."
The traveler's effects wcrp soon trans
ferred to Hie living room of the ranch, where
he was introduced to the ranchman's aged
wife, and found that the only occupants of
the place were themselves and their pre
cocious grandson. Grimm was a German of
the old school, with time Teutonic ideas of
comfort, and it seemed that unusual prep
arations for the evening meal had been made
in honor of his visitors. All in the way of
food that the ranch could offer was on the
table, and, surmounting the array of snowy
biscuits, ham and eggs, juicy steak ami
canned fruit, stood a group of ancient glass
decanters, their contents shining in a grada
tion of colors from deep red to straw yel
low. Little Hank seemed to look upon his share
of the feast as an especial treat, and after it
was disposed of his tongue ran more glibly
than ever. At length his graudslrc suspend
ed for a moment a morsel of beef half raised
to his mouth, and uttered a word of reproof.
"Henry, my boy, it is not right that the
children should talk and the grown ones
listen. Ucmcmbcr, you should bo very good
to-night. They say that Santa Clans to bad
boys is not kind."
"Hut sec," retorted the lad, quickly. "I
was good bcfoie and what did he bring me?
Nothing. I wanted u windclicstcr and he
brought me a tin wagon."
"The child would be a man before hit
time," put in his grandmother. "lie talks
of nothing but guns; and if he had them he
would kill us all, and himself in the bar
gain." "I would be a brave soldier like my fa
ther," said the boy, his eyes filling with
tears.
"And be killed by the Indians, as was he,"
lespondcd the old ranchman. "My child, the
Grimms have been soldiers since the earliest
days. I have fought, in my time, with brave
men to lead me on to battle, and I tell you
there is nothing in soldiering nothing but
hard work and slavery and bloodshed and
death. It is a dog's life; nothing more."
Liter in the night, when Wells and Little
Hank weie snugly stowed away in the jai
ler's bed, the question of Santa Clans and
the "windclicstcr" came up again, but no
lengthy discussion followed.
It must have been sometime after mid
night when Wells was partially aroused by
the knowledge that some one was moving in
tho room, and called out to know who it
might be.
"Nobody but me Hank Grimm. Not
gran'paw, but the little one. You know"
Hut that was quite enough for the som
nolent gentleman from San Antonio. If the
sentence was finished he failed to hear its
conclusion. Sometime afterwards, however,
he was aroused again; and this time so thor
oughly thai he heard and understood the
worda that awoke him. They evidently
came from the "Jiving loom" into which his
apartment opened, and were uttered at the
top of Little Hank's childish treble.
"Thar now, Santa Clam. I've got you this
time, and cither that windclicstcr conies or
I downs your meat-house. No tin wagons
for me this Christinas."
There was a fierce curse grittingly mut
tered; the sharp crack of a pistol; and then
boom! boom; two thunderous reports
almost as one, shaking the adobe walls of
the ranch to their foundations. A dense
volume of smoke rolled into the sleeping
room, but Wells charged through it with
ready rifle, reaching the outer apartment
just as old Grimm entered from another
door light in hand.
Little Hank lay beneath the huge table,
groaning dismally and rubbing his shoulder.
Otherwise the room was unoccupied; but a
window near the door was open, and on tho
T!--i.ME5S:- -
"I'VE GOT YOU THIS TIME. SANTA CLAUS."
hard dirt floor lay a freshly discharged pis
tol and a Mexican sombrero.
"It Is robbers that have been here," ex
claimed the ranchman. "It is Mexican rob
bers, and they have shot my boy I"
Wells dived beneath the table, brought
forth the injured lad and placed him ten
derly in a chair; but he at once stiuggled to
his feet. "Turn loose the dog, gran'paw, or
he will git away. It's Santa Claus, and I'm
blamed if he didn't miss me with his ptstol
right slap in my face. J never knowed afore
that Sanla Claus was an Arkansaw man."
Wells turned from the excited boy and
approached the open window. Hclow it, and
directly to the right, the whitewashed walls
wero torn and disfigured with shot, and
there were great splotches and dark, trick
ling streams of something like red paint
shining In the light of the lamp, .
Hq turned to the old German; his fea
tures pale but collected.
"You will not need the dog," said he.
"The man who tumbled through that win
dow is iylng where he fell and I think I
will recognize him when I sec him."
Wells was rl;ht in both his surmises. In
"layln fer Santa Claus" Little Hank had
taken a step that no midnight marauder
could have foreseen. In forcing an entry to
Grimm's ranch, the Mexican goat-herder,
who had trailed Wells all the way from Mc
Kavett. had gone directly to hit death, He
lay outside 'the window, as lie had fallen
when the bulk of two loads of buckshot had
struck him, and when Little Hank gaed
into his dead face, its pallor more ghastly
itill In tho lamplight, he screamed and stag
gered back, covering his eyes with trembling
hands. .
"I don't want to be a soldier," he sobbed.
"I never want to kill another man as long as
I live."
Hut his sturdy old granddam descended,
no doubt, from a long line of warlike
Teutons took him in her strong arms con
solingly. "Ilut this man was a robber, my dear.
Killing was his deserts, for he came to mur
der us all in our sleep. You saved our lives,
and now would you turn coward anil make
us ashamed?"
"It was not a brave deed," growled old
Grimm. "The boy thought lo shoot Santa
Claus and killed a lazy thief of a Mexican in
stead. It was a hull's eye on the wrong tar
get and no honor is won. Still, I am glad
it has happened, for it may frighten his
babyish mind from this folly about soldier
life and guns."
And so Kris Kringle did not visit the
ranch that night, and Little Hank had to
wait for his rillc but not, as It chanced, so
very long, after all. Arriving without
farther incident at his destination, Wells
first care was to visit the different gunstores
of San Antonio upon an errand the nature of
which can be easily guessed. On New Year's
Kvc the MeKavctt stage halted at Grimm's
lanch to deliver a package, and a few min
utes later the henit of the younger Hank
was beating high with elation. Snugly
packed in a neat box lay two guns- a tiny
Winchester and a light breech-loading shot
gun. It was a present fit for a king, and a
costlier one than .lack Wells' slim puro
could have stood unaided; but Ins employ
ers had been told how their thousands weie
saved and graciously donated two per rent,
of the entire amount towards rewarding the
principal actor in that Christmas Kvo trag
edy at tho "Two Hoot ranch."
S. D. RAKS'ISS.
A CHRISTMAS COMEDY.
Rather Exciting, But All Concerned
Are Expected to Recover.
KM., how- did Christ
mas go off at your
house?" Mrs. Talk
much asked, after
she had told Mrs.
Spllkins exactly how
mlieli ennli nf her
I "V. $ own S'l's had cost
V-2. .yi and what she had ex-
fc ' nllfl xrrA.l .lint,, flf
afterwards.
"Oh-li. pretty well.
We hope in be fully recovcicd from the ef
fects of it in a week or two. You see, on
Christmas Kve the children wero so excited
about the coming of Saula Chins that they
couldn't get to sleep. Young Mr. I'izleton
stayed pretty late, too, at least it seemed so
to Mr. Spilkins and myself, though Ktliel
didn't agree with us. After he left, we found
that Harry's breathing was still too icgular
to be trusted and wc must wait to hang the
stockings. I said I'd wait up and do it
I'm a poor sleeper, anyhow. Why, I never
close my eyes until I've made Mr. Spilkins
get up and investigate the smell of gas in the
room!"
"Ye", isn't it odd that it only smells after
all the jets arc turned olH 1 never used to
smell gas until after 1 was married, but
now, 1 "
"Smell it every night? So do I. Mr. Spil
kins said he'd get up and hang the stock
ings, said he could wake at any moment he
chose. It seemed a pity that he never
chooses to wake at the regular hour for get
ting up, but I said nothing at least very lit
tle. Ktliel wasn't sleepy and wunted to hang
them, but her father said she'd be thinking
of young Ki.zleton and forget to notice
whether the children were, asleep or not.
Why, she makes enough noise after he leaves
at night to wake thcdeadl"
"Yes, the worst thing about Love's young
dream is the fact that it forgets that other
people need slecpl"
"M'liin. Well, I knew I'd have to hang
those stockings, so when it was time I crept
down to get them. We had left them on
the dining table, but they were gonel"
"Mercy, burglars!"
"I knew that and flew upstairs. As I
reached the head of the stairs, 1 heard some
one creeping along the hall. In a second f
won in the bedroom, with the door locked,
but Mr. Spilkins wasn't there!"
"Gracious, had they"
"Then came the most awful gtoans from
the yard below and 1 knew that they had
killed him and thrown him out of the win
dow! ( remembered then that 1 had bor
rowed his best necktie, the day before, with
out remembering to ask his consent, and
now 1 was a lone widow, who could never
ask forgiveness for the ink I had spilled on
it l l new to me window, calling; 'i'ouiel
WHEN HE IIEATID WIFEY CALL FOR THE
l'OLICE.
Murder!' Then, I heard some one trying my
door!"
"The burglarB, of course, Oh, you poor
herolnel"
"Yes, and then came awful screams from
Ktliel, her voice sounding as It docs when
her little brother brings a mouse into the
room. Seizing my umbrella, I went to her
rescue. In the hall 1 ran into the arms of
a man and must have fainted, for the next
thing I knew Mr Japilklus. was telling (Cthel
to v
f
i' Wl1, h""1"
to Inn n trie ostrich feathers on my new
bonnet and see if that would not bring me
tol"
"It did, I'm sure! Hut I thought. Mr.
Spilkins was munlcicd and "
"Well, he wasn't. lie had gotten the
stockings and hung them, when he heard
mo call lor the police and"
"Hut the groans and Ktliel' screams?"
"The groaning noise was young Mr. 1'iz
zleton, singing a serenade of Christinas
hymns under her window. She slept through
that, being roused by her father rattling at
my door, and thinking I was murdered!"
"Gracious! I hope that was the end of it!"
"It wasn't. The police came and seeing
young l-'i.zletciii in the yard, they brought
him in to be identified ax tho burglar! It
took half an hour to induce them to let him
go, and then they were still suspicious.
While we were thus engaged, the children
woke up and ate all the candy in theirstock
lligs. I spent the lest of the night between
ministering to them and comforting Ktliel,
who feaieci that Mr. l'i,zleton woiilj blame
her for Ins sulferings. Yes, it was rather an
exciting Christmas, but. as 1 said, we hope
to he fully recovered from Its elfects in a
week or two." KMHA AHMSTHONQ.
074?1)N
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300B WILL TOWAKD
'-" ..7' A IX the tides that
flow troni time into
eternity have borne
to the world the
blessed annuersary
which maikc'd the
dawn of hope for humanity, the day when
man saw the ultimate victory over death and
the triumph ot' the immortal over the mortal.
Through the darkness the watchers under
neath the midnight skies saw the rising of
a glorious stut, and its light is still shining
upon the world to be a beacon amid the
storm, to lead generations jet uiiboin to the
humble manger sanctified by infinite love
and compassion, and madc.holy by the birth
of a hope that should lift the low liest man to
the divine heights where he could look un
afraid upon the face of his God.
"Peace on earth, good-will to men," sang
the heavenly hosts, and the war-vexed world
thrilled to the anthem, for in it was heard
the thanksgiving of the slave, whose chains
were to be made light by the love of the
Christ, whose stripes were to be soothed by
the hand that touched the leper and
cleansed him of his foulness, whose shame
was made glorious by a brotherhood with
the carpenter's So-i of Nazareth", who came
to preach the Gospel lo the poor. 'Peace
on earth," the Christmas bells to-day ring
out the message that was flung to the winds
of night by the angel voices on the plains of
Hethleheni, and from the nttcrino.it ends of
the earth men come to bow down and olTcr
their gifts of frankincense and myrrh, the
incense of grateful and loving faith, at the
feel of the infant Je.us who was "born King
of the Jews," but who teigus Lord of the
earth, proclaiming now, as in the hour when
He took upon Himself tho likeness of man,
that good-will that enduretli from genera
tion to generation, and that pities the short
comings and failuics of men with a bound
less tenderness.
What bring e, who conic today to look
upon the holy urjstery of the Christ-birth,
as an offering acceptable to the Saviour of
men: what treasuie thai shall not perish;
what incense that shall be of goodly savor?
No longer do men don armor of proof, and
burkliug on their swords bid farewell to
home and trieuds, seeking far-away lands
that they may slay the heathen who believe
not in lliin, and cciie from impious hands
the sepulcher in whicli His mortal part lay
a feu biicf hours. Christ has revealed Him
self as the Saviour of those who know Him
not, the Liver of peace and the hater o'
wars. "The captains and the kings deport,"
the stillness of death hushes the shouting
of the multitude, the laurel withers upon
the brow of the conqueror, the gold rusts in
the coffer of the miser. What are honor,
renown, riches, as a sacrifice to the King
who had nowhere to lay His head, to the
conqueror who vanquished death, to the
Creator of the world uud the fullness
thereof?
Oh ye who seek ilie Christ that ye may
bow down and worship Him, remember:
"Still Htiimls (he ancient sacrifice;
An humble and a contrlto hi-art."
Jl Christ be truly bom unto your souls,
let jour litcs proclaim the message that the
bells ring out this Christmas clay. The
adoration which strengthens your soul anew
for the conflict of life should be like a
glorious flower, shedding fb pet fume on the
winds that sweep around the world, a puri
fying influence and a beauty .which even the
most careless eye can see. Gather up some
wandering ray from the star Binning over
the manger, and bear it into the dark places
of the earth, that il may light some soul in
the midilight of despair, and lead it to the
source uf immortal radiance, Catch some
wandering tone of the angelic song, and re
peat the strain above the pillow where 1'aiu
wards of! the tender hand of Sleep, where
Regret sounds the dirge over wasted hours,
where Sorrow moans in some haunted
chamber in which the ghosts of lost days
walk wailing for the sweet sin that left such
deep and stinging wounds. lie who boi
the griefs of men yearns over the wandering
sheep, and you who have seen Ills face, who
have read the tender message of His love,
who have trodden with Him the road from
Hcthleliem to Calvary, remember on this
Christmas day that again He is born unto
you and unto the world. You are the mes
sengers wh are to. bear abroad the peace
and good-will that tho Heavenly choir
proclaimed on that first Christmas night,
you are to interpret the meaning of God be
come Man, you are to vindicate the martyr
dom that bought the highest good with in
carnate Virtue, for "unto you Is born this
duy a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."
LOU V. CllAI'IN.
A I'll I r HtoliniiKC
Now doth tho callow youth prepare
To show he, madly loves,
liy sending to his lady fair
A Christmas box of gloves,
Hut ah, relentless, cruel fate,
The maiden Is not smitten,
And, an ahe must reciprocate,
She gives thai youth the mitten.
-L. A. W. Ilulletln.
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A CHRISTMAS SURPRISE.
How a Rejected Suitor Cot Even
with His Successful Rival.
O MY cousin Itobert
has written that ha
is sending us a little
Christmas surprise,"
said Mrs. Meelcnuld,
fir the tenth tune.
"I felt sure that if
he could once bo in
dined to visit our
happy little home ho
would forget that 1
ah treated h i m
rather unkindly in
eloping with you ou
the very day which was to have seen me his
bride. To he sure, I left a note saying that
I felt I could never have made him perfect
ly happy. Had he been a magnanimous
person, he would have been satisfied with
such a handsome apology but he was not."
"Not at all," sighed her husband, "he was
most inconsiderate, lie "
"However, a woman's tact has bridged the
difficulty, as usual. 1 Hatter myself that I
did a clever and original thing in naming
one of the twins for him. Who would be so
THE LID WAS OFF THE BOX AT LAST.
apt to appreciate such a compliment as
rich old bachelor, I'd like to know?"
"No one, I'm sure. Hut he thawed as
soon as he had sccu our six little cherubs.
How he laughed when little Josiah rode on
my back and playfully kicked me in lbs
eye!"
'And how merry lie was when Ariadna
spilled milk on my best dress. What a pleas
ure it must have been to witness such felic
ity. To liu sure, 1 am sorry that he hap
pened to hear your remarks when my dress
maker's bi'i came in, but "
"And 1 had ritbtr that he had been out of
earshot when you told me jour honest opin
ion of a man who could not match embroid
ery silks better 'than I, after he had been
married ten ears. However, this is mero
detail. I remember lus isgc when he found
that 1 had married his little fairy, us ho
called you. Odd, isn't it, that he has for
given me now that you weigh twice as
much!"
"Humph, 1 may weigh a few pounds more,
hut my hair is intact, and that is more
than"
"And non lie is sending us a Christmas
box. I wonder what it contains? The chil
dren will be up at da) light to find out. Well,
prosperity will not change us!"
"Never. Kvcu though 1 am able to dress
as well as our own lured girl, 1 shall not in
sist that you write it Xiiiiim, instead of
Christmas, nor shall I call it appendicitis
when little Ittifus has enten too much pie.
Personally, 1 expect tickets to Kurope."
"Tickets to Kurope, and 1 such a poor
sailor that the sight of u marine in water
colors gics me seasickness! Nonsense, ho
has sent us the deed to a ranch in Texas."
"A ranch and 1 so afraid of cattle! How
mean of you to think of such a thing. I'll
never livo on u ranch!"
"And I shall certainly not go to Kurope!"
"1 shall, and I'll never speak lo you again.
There!"
"Kvcn your voice would not reach from
Kurope to Texas. Hut here is the express
man, and you'll see that 1 was right."
"That 1 was, dear. What a huge boxl
I'm glad that he forgave us just at Christ
mas when he need not check his generosity.
That trip to Kurope "
"Texas, you mean!" 'Hie lid was off tha
box at last, and a silence fell upon them, as
the gifts were opened. When the last one
lay before them, they flung themselves
despairingly into each other's arms.
"The villain said he had forgiven us!" she
cried.
"Ho can afTord to he is avenged!" he
groaned.
l-"or the box contained: One music box,
which played only rag time; one drum, a fife,
three horns, a toy piano, six packages of
dynamite crackers, one Chinese gong, a toy
pistol and a card, on which was written:
"With Cousin llobcrt's best wishes for a
very merry Christmas!"
"What's your lit.tle brother cryin' for?"
"He hung up his stockm' last night and
Santy Claus brought htm a little brother,
mil he wanted a qruml l.aulei Homo
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