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Mining SS3Bf Journal.
J. BENSON ODER, Editor
FORTY-SECOND YEAR. NO. 13
j DR. LINDEN’S I
i; CHRISTMAS 1
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■ • Romance That Had Its Beginning • •
In a Child’s Promise h
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;! By CLARISSA MACKIE %
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Dr. Linden passed down the chil
dren’s ward between the rows of little
white beds Now and then he paused to
smile down into a wistful face or to
tweak a little ear, but his objective
point was the bed at the end of the
row wheye the western sunlight
streamed aross the white counterpane
and made a golden space for Cicely’s
thin fingers to play in.
Cicely smiled up into the doctor’s
handsome face, her brown eyes alight
with affection.
"I’ve been waiting for you,” she an
nounced as he sat down beside the bed
and took one of her little, clawlike
hands In his own large, warm grasp.
He lifted his eyebrows in mock ter
ror. “What have I done?” he asked,
glancing down at the watch In his
palm.
"Look at me,” she commanded, and
slowly, triumphantly, she lifted her
close' cropped sunny head from the
pillow and sat upright, watching his
eyes for a look of delighted surprise.
She was not disappointed. Cicely
Auge was never disappointed in Dr.
Linden. He always did the right thing
—the. very thing you expected of him.
"Wonderful!” cried the doctor as he
placed a firm hand and supported the
weak little back to its place among the
pillow's once more. “You’re the best
patient I ever had. Cicely. One day
you tell me that you will be able to sit
up w’lthin a certain time, and when
that time comes you do sit up.” ■
Dr. Linden appeared as surprised at
the little girl’s performance as If he
had not received a favorable report of
her condition from the nurse at the
door.
“I just made up my mind I’d sur
prise you by sitting up today, and so
I sat up,” said Cicely proudly, al
though the effort had removed every
vestige of color-that-had crept into her
cheeks at his approach. "I do lots of
things that way.” '
"Dear mej” cried the doctor again.
"Yes, and I’d do most anything to
please you, Dr. Linden,” went on Cice
ly, watching him with shining eyes.
"Then you must hurry and get en
tirely well.”
“I am trying hard, but it’s kind of
slow work,” she said wistfully. All at
once her charming-face broke Into a
lovely shy smile; “I’m—l’m going to
marry you when I grow up. Dr. I,in
den, if you don’t mind,”, she ended.
Dr. Linden flushed, while the nurse
smiled primly. “I -don’t mind,” he as
sured the child gravely. “I am much
honored, and I shall wait for you.”'
“Oh, shall—you?” murmured Cicely
sleepily. "Well, I’ll— there some
day.” And the daifc lashes lay on her
cheeks an<f she; slept. <
Dr. Linden watched her thoughtful
ly ere he arose and gave-a few parting
directions to the nurse. As he left the
hospital and rolled uptown in his mo
torcar his thoughts were busy with
the problem of tire -lovely; child he -had
Just left- Four Weeks before Cicely
Auge hadl.beeh brought to. the hos
■"Vi.sin,
“I’H GOING TO MARRY YOU WHEN I GROW
UP.”
pital In..an ambulance, .quite uncon
scious; from injuries received in a run--
away accident.
It seems that Cicely had been walk
ing In the paTk with her nurse when
a runaway horse had suddenly dashed
across the turf and trampled upon her.
The nurse had fled and the child, her
identity, quite unknown, had been tak
en to the hospital, where as days pass
ed by no one came to claim her, nor
were there any inquiries for her. No
body by the name of Auge could be
found to identify the beautiful child.
John Linden had quite lost his heart
to Cicely Auge, and he had arranged
a home for her with an old couple
whom he knew when she should be dis
charged from the hospital. All this
was in case no one came to claim the
child. But a few days ago Cicely’s
memory had returned to her and she
had Informed the day nurse that her
parents were in England and that she
had been staying with her grandmoth
er, whose name was Stevens and who
lived In a beautiful house on Fifth
avenue.
So this very afternoon as Dr. John
Linden rode up Fifth avenue where kn
was to receive a catle message sum
moning him to Germany, where his
father had suffered a stroke of paraly
sis, Cicely Auge’s grandmother, Mrs.
Becket Stevens, was being driven fran
tically toward the hospital in search of
the child who had been missing four
w’eeks, together with the cowardly
nurse who had fled after the accident.
The next morning Dr. Linden board
ed ship for Hamburg, while the hos
pital ambulance carefully removed his
trstwhile patient. Cicely Ange, to her
grandmother’s luxuriously appointed
home. Cicely cried all the way home
and refused to be comforted because
she could not see Dr. Linden again.
Long years came and went, and still
Dr. Linden remembered the little girl
who had come so strangely Into his life
and had so quickly vanished, leaving a
deep Impress on his memory. Why
was It that the face of a child with
whom he had been associated but a
few weeks should so often appear In his
thoughts? Of course she was a young
woman now and If youthful promise
were fulfilled must be beautiful.
Sometimes he wondered if intervening
years had obliterated her experience
in the hospital and had wiped out
all recollection of the doctor in whom
she had so much childish confidence.
The memory of childhood is fleeting
and indistinct, and serious things leave
but small impression. He was sure
somehow that she could not wholly
forget, for she was unusually bright
and possessed of a mind far beyond
her years. Thus the years passed for
Dr. Linden.
**•**.*•
Dr. Linden sat beside the fire on
Christmas eve and felt very lonely.
The snow was filling the city’s streets,
and the people, hurrying to and fro
bent upon last holiday shopping, loom
ed large through the fast falling flakes.
The electric lights on the corners cast
an orange hued glow through the white
mist of flakes and failed to penetrate
the gloom of the doctor’s front door
step. The doctor was a lonely man. In
faraway Germany all his people had
been gathered to their forefathers and
he had returned to his new home in
America with a sense of great desola
tion. He was a famous physician; he
had a large practice; he possessed
hosts of friends; he was rich beyond
any cause for anxiety if he chose to
close his office this Christmas eve, yet
he was unhappy and very lonesome.
"What in thunder ails me?” he mut
tered to himself as he shook his brond
shoulders and paced the room back and
forth. "It must be because I am so
much alone—ln the home—l need a
wife,” he said under his, breath as If
afraid some one might be listening.
"I heed a wife,” he said, a little more
boldly, “and children, of course. I
wouldn’t be lonesome then —by thun
der, no!” He laughed musically. "I’d
have to hustle for a living too. They’d
have to be put to schools and colleges
and married, of course—the dear kin
der!” He laughed again at the Idea
of his planning for children who were
yet uuborn, but there were tears In his
handsome eyes.
"1 might adopt one,” he mused
again after a long while, "If I could
only find another child that attracted
me as did that little Cicely of the hos
pital. How I did fancy the little one!
And she said she was going to marry
me some day!” He smiled Into the
heart of the fire at the recollection of
Cicely and her charming ways. "Queer
how the people at the hospital failed
to find any record of her arrival and
departure, and I have forgotten her
name. I wonder what she would say
If she knew I had investigated every
'Cicely I ever heard about In the hope
of finding her?”
He heard the doorbell tinkle faintly
and the slow, cautious footsteps of his
fat butler, Franz, as he went down the
polished floor of the hall.
A woman's soft voice raised In in
quiry was followed by the closing of
the door. The bass tones of Franz
were objecting to something, but cens
ed at a word of command. Dr. Linden
looked toward the door as It was quick
ly opened and closed to admit a tall,
slender, youthful form clad in a long
pale gray cloak trimmed with some
dark fur. A gray chiffon veil was
twisted about a small hat and quite
hid the features from view, although
the doctor could see that his visitor
was young and possessed of a rose
tinted complexion.
Dr. Linden arose from his chair and
awaited the approach of the girl, for
she seemed scarcely more than that
He was vexed with Franz for not an
nouncing the visitor. It was far be
yond his usual office hours, and this
room was his private apartment
The girl looked around the luxurious
ly appointed room with a surprised
start Her glance lingered on Dr. Lin
den's handsome face with Its pointed
brown beard and slightly graying hair.
“I am afraid there Is some mistake,’’
she faltered at last
"What can I do for you?” asked the
doctor courteously, placing a chair for
her near his own.
"You are Dr. Linden—of course you
' are! But what did they mean by
telling me that—that”— She paused
In evident confusion and looked down,
and he saw that her arms clasped a
varied assortment of bundles.
“Perhaps you better explain,” he sug
gested.
i “I wanted to see Dr. Linden,” she
said frankly, “so I telephoned to a
hospital with which he was once con
nected, and they told me he had not
been known there for ten years. Some
one volunteered the information that
he had suffered a stroke of paralysis
from overwork and was a helpless crip
ple and in greatly straitened clr
. rumstanees. I found his address in the
directory, came here and found you.
1 You are Dr. Linden?" A pair of big
(brown eyes shone through the gray i
; veil.
FRO STETIRG, MR, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1912
“Yes, of course I am Dr. Linden, but
I do not understand what they meant
by my being ill—unless they misunder
stood your question and referred to a
Dr. Weldon who has recently suffered
a stroke and who has met with finan
cial reverses. I have just come from
his bedside. He lives In Brooklyn.”
“Oh, dear!” cried the girl with a little
trembling laugh. ”1 understood them
to say It was you who was 111 and In
trouble, and I wanted to do something
for you. You were so kind to me years
ago. I have never forgotten. We ar
rived in America only yesterday from
England, and. oh. Dr. Linden, what
will you think of me? I've brought
soup and blankets and slippers and to
bacco —and everything!”
She tossed the bundles down on the
sofa and tore off her veil to reveal the
beautiful face of Cicely Auge, the lit
tle child he had been dreaming about
that evening. Crown to a glorious
young womanhood, through some freak
of the fates the misunderstanding with
the hospital people had resulted In an
abridgment of a ceremonious meeting
between them. There could be no
"I’VB BROUGHT SOUP AND BLANKETS AND
SLIPPERS AND TOBACCO.”
strangeness or embarrassment after
their mutual hearty laugh at Cicely’s
expense.
Cicely Auge only stayed five min
utes. She confessed that she had
stolen away from the hotel to pay this
visit to her old friend and must hurry
back before her parents became alarm
ed. "I would never have dared to
come If I had not supposed you to be
poor and humble.” she laughed gayly
as he placed her In her taxicab.
"Christmas eve Is a lonely time when
one Is feeling down.” Her face
changed to one of warm sympathy.
"Yon will send those things on to
Dr. Weldon?” she asked, forgetting
that her hand was in his. She bad
thought of Dr. Linden during all the
years of her growing up, and he had
been her ideal hero. And he was a
worthy one too.
"No, Cicely,” said the doctor firmly.
"Those things were brought to me.
and I shall keep them, every one, in
memory of the best patient I ever had.
But I will duplicate the gifts tomor
row and take them to Weldon myself.
I wonder if I may call upon your
mother too?”
"Ah, do!” she murmured, leaning
back In the cab. "A merry Christmas
to you. Dr. Linden, and many beauti
ful glftß.”
"Thank you, wish me no more gifts.
Cicely. I have received one far great
er than I ever hoped to receive." He
dropped her hand and watched the
cab as It rolled down the avenue.
Back In his study once more. Dr.
Linden stood before the hearth and
3tniled warmly around upon the empty
chairs and sofas.
"Please God,” he murmured rever
ently, “another Christmas and there
will be no loneliness! There will be
the wife If Cicely loves me and keeps
that old promise!”
Cicely Auge did keep her promise.
Antiquity of Porto Rioo.
Ethnologists have reason for think
ing that Porto Rico and the adjoining
islands may have been peopled from
the valley of the Orinoco instead of
from Yucatan. When first occupied by
man Porto Rico may have been a part
of a peninsula connected with South
America. Its fauna and flora are of
the South American type, and It con
tains relics of a forgotten race which
show evidence of a high grade of cul
ture. Few traces of these aborigines
are now ft) be found except In the inte
rior of the Island. Among the curious
remains are stone Inclosed plazas on
which ceremonial dances were per
formed. The remains of carved idols
and pottery show no small degree of
skill and taste. No traces of stone
buildings resembling those of the Ma
yas are found, but the houses are of
the South American type. The manner
of disposing of the dead also resembled
that practiced in the valley of the Ori
noco.—Exchange.
Couldn't Change.
Seventy-nine pairs of shoes had been
shown to the stout customer and still
he wasn’t suited.
Producing the eightieth, the shop as
sistant said blandly:
“Now. here’s a pair which I think
will suit you to perfection.”
The customer eyed them closely and
then said:
“No; 1 don’t like them. They are
too narrow and pointed in the toes.”
“But, sir,” said the assistant In a
last desperate effort, “everybody is
wearing these long, narrow pointed
i toes this season.”
“May be.” said the stout man quiet
ly. "but I’m still wearing my last sea
son’s feet.”—Loudon Answers.
A N I INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER
The Spirit of Christmas.
We speak of the joys of Christmas, but what do the words convey
If the true, sweet Christmas spirit does not in our hearts hold sway ?
If a table of costly presents is all the day will hold,
Then we lose the inner vision, and our hearts are empty, cold !
There’s a beautiful joy in giving that nothing else can bring
If the giver’s heart goes with the gift; but O, the bitter sting
And mockery of Christmas—how devoid of love and cheer
If we spend the day transferring the gifts we received last year !
Let us give with the Christmas spirit, and not because we owe !
Let our gifts be love’s own tokens—given not for pomp or show !
Be it only a card, or letter —let it bear the Christmas cheer,
And the message of love it carries will bring the Christ-Child near.
We are not all blessed with riches to give as our hearts dictate ;
But we have what is far more precious, and held at higher rate :
’Tis love for the Christmas-Baby, and love for our fellow-men,
And the joy that love diffuses may be far beyond our ken.
How easy to say “I love you how easy to give a smile ;. —
If the heart is in the greeting, ’tis a gift that is worth while.
Just the magic “Merry Christmas” thrills us with a glad delight,
And the greeting brings a vision of that holy, holy night!
God gave a gift that starry night of infinite, priceless worth—
’Twas Himself He gave His people in that wondrous sweet new birth !
Let us give, as did the wise men to the Child sent from above,
Being filled with the Christmas spirit, whose beautiful name is Love 1
Sara Roberta Getty.
1882 1912 T
| THIRTY YEARS AGO. |
J The Items Below Were Current During T
Week Ending December 30, 1882. c
A correspondent gave the Journal
the recorded data of the first convey
ance of the tract of land known as
“Pumpkin Hall,” now the property of
the New York Mining Company, in
cluding the village of Morantown,
“just below Allegany.” The tract
contained about 1,000 acres, on
300 acres of which Abraham Workman
lives; 200 acres on the south side of
Jennings’ Run, near the deer-licks;
200 acres more about a mile above
Abraham Workman; 100 acres about a
half mile west of said Workman, be
ing improved by Andrew Workman;
100 acres on the east side of the fork
of Jenning’s Run, whereot Stephen
O. Workman had begun to clear, and
also the remaining 100 acres all lying
in the county (Frederick) now Alle
gany. The first mention of this tract
was made in the grant to Charles,
Lord Baltimore, great-grandfather of
noble memory of this grantor, Septem
ber 12, 1712, and ratified in the will of
said grantor dated December 15, 1738.
Charles Carroll of Carrollton, later
one of the conspicuously brave sign
ers of the Declaration of Independ
ence, was the great grand-son of the
first grantor, and from him the title
passed to Normand Bruce April 6,
1767. The amount of purchase not
given, but Mr. Bruce was required to
pay “in our city of St. Mary’s, at the
two most usual feasts of the year—the
Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin
Mary, and St. Michaal, the Archangel,
by even and equal portions 5 shillings
and pence Sterling, silver or gold.
Given under the Great Seal of the
Province ot Maryland November 4,
1768, and witnessed by Horatio Sharpe,
Esq., Lieutenant-General and Chief
Governor. The Workmans mentioned
were the ancestors of those of that
Stop at Frostburg.
Ah, Santa Claus, fond greetings ! Whither away, old top ?
Pause ; have a pipe ; you’re tired ; tell us of the year’s crop
Of wares for the good—or lucky. What 1 off so soon ? So long—
But say, old man, stop at Frostburg ! I’m for that place strong :
Stop in to see the Journal ; give cheer to the “young old man.”
Stop for awhile at the Betz’s and “give my regards” to Dan.
Tarry awhile at the Gladstone ; if it’s cold you may crave “a nip
Cuddle close to the radiator, and leave the rest to “Chip.”
Jump out to Bowery Furnace; stop on John O. Winters’ estate;—
His family you’ll find in re-union—everyone of them “straight.”
And don’t forget Jim Howat—he taught me to play the “fuddle,”
Which, he says, “is no’ hard, but ken ye it’s tha beer ’at sets qne a-muddle.”
And, say—“take a tip from father”—make a call on the Elks—be wise,
For that’s where they harbor reindeers, and they’ll welcome you, I surmise.
And don’t forget Rudy Nickel —he’ll give you a “puff” in the News —
A “puff” without regard whatever to your pugilistic views.
Or if you wish your name to appear among the “Grievance-Club’ rhymes,
Go “Where Many Waters Meet” and see Garnet Willie of the Times.
Then “Back Again to Frostburg,” according to “The Bentztown Muse,”
Pay your respects to Jeff Davis, and leave seveii pairs of shoes.
Then there’s Will and Annie Thomas, late of'“Quality Row
Call to see them and their children —you’ll get a warm welcome, I know.
And while you’re at it, see the Hockings ; leave Nick a comb and a brush,
For he is the town’s vocal artist ; ’tis said he compares with the thrush.
Then pay your respects to the Prices—and Owen Corporate, too bad
The way he is wasting away ! to see him will make you feel sad.
Give cheer to the Arion Band, and give my regards to Will Dailey,
And if your oesophagus’s ailing, call in and see Doc DeNaouley.
Then drop into see Father Cuddy, who nicely “placed” me in a pew,
For he is “a prince of good fellows I like him real well—so will you.
And, Santa, old top, there are others—probably eight thousand more
In Frostburg whom I’d recommend for a goodly share of your store.
But I cannot impose on the Journal by taking too much of it’s space ;
So now, en route dispensing good cheer, don’t forget —Frostburg's the place !
C. B. Ryan.
Died.
At the family home, in Eckhart,
Wednesday, December 11, 1912, Mrs.
Louis B. Connor, aged 47 years. Hus
band, 4 daughters and 4 sons bereaved.
Christmas Thought.
| The world is not a play-ground; it
is a school-room.
[ Life is not a holiday, but an educa
j tion. —Henry Drummond.
name living in this vicinity, and it
was believed that Normand Bruce
was also an ancestor of that AUegany
county family.
G. W. Shuckhart wrote the Journal
of great deposits of coal lying in the
valley between Barrelville, this coun
ty, and Wellersburg, Pa., and it was
his opinion that the two 5-foot seams
he had examined specifically, 96 feet
apart, were but a few feet below the
bore reached by A. C. Greene at Bor
den. He thought Mr. Greene stopped
a trifle short of reaching the end he
was seeking.
Mrs. F. Jandorf advertised for re
turn of “two misses gray coats, taken
by mistake or otherwise from her
store also for “return of a small
table, taken from the front of the
store.” Value of coats $8 ; table $1.50.
At the bazaar in Lonaconing for the
benefit of the Fire Department of that
place, a silver cup was awarded to
Harmon Schaidt’s baby as the finest
in the baby-show, Friday, December
29,1882.
Miss Lizzie Wolf, aged 21 years,
daughter of the late Charles Wolf, of
this vicinity, died Friday, December
: 29, 1882.
The New York World observed that
“Miss Susan B. Anthony never wore
a shoe that pinched her,” but forgot
to state that Miss Anthony was not a
native of Cumberland.
“Cold wave coming.”
; The purchase of the “Uncle Tom”
Jameson farm, a few miles east of
, Cumberland, for $17,000, by William
R. Percy, was reported.
Charles A. Riggs, formerly of this
! place, died at Leland, Texas, Satur
day, December 23, 1882, of consump
: tion.
Winter Forecasts.
’ Two goose-bone prodictions are out —
1, Weather mild up to holidays;
. afterward—severe cold, with several
blizzards.
2, The cold portion of the winter
t will not come much before New Year;
mild weather in February, and a big
- blast of cold in March will complete
the season’s series.
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Traveling Bags $5.00 to $9.00
Bath Robes $3.50 to $7.00
Smoking Jackets $5.00 to $7.00
Fancy Vestsi SI.OO to $5.00
Kid Gloves, for men and boys
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Fur Hats $2.00 to $3.50
We also have a large assortment of Boys’
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Men’s Suits and Overcoats, made by the
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