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The roundup record. (Roundup, Mont.) 1908-1929, December 06, 1912, Image 15

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OTHER. I've never had a
Christmas tree." grieved lit
tle Bobbinel Loving one De
cember day.
Mrs. Loring looked down at the sweet
little face, and her own, so like it, grew
I more sad than its wont.
"I know it, dearie," she said. "When
■four dear father was alive you were
|too little to have one, and since lie has
been gone we have been so poor that
ianta Claus feels that he did very well
Ito ü,l our stockings. Dou't you reuiem
Iker the lovely stocking full of presents
|jrou received last year?"
Bobbinel shook her sunny head dis
consolately. "1 shre 'member it, but it
[wasn't a tree, mother; and I would so
■ much love to have a tree just like the
(Ones I've read about in my books."
Mrs. Coring smiled sadly at her small
lugbter's pretty conceit. Bobbinel's
"reading" consisted of gazing at the
(pictures iu her little books and glibly
Inciting from memory the stories her
Imother had so often read to her.
"A Christmas tree would be perfectly
I lovely," murmured Bobbinel as she
|went back to her picture books.
"I'll try and see If I cannot get one
|tbls year," mused Mrs. Loring, "but
bey do charge so fearfully for every
ag here iu Highill. That's the worst
■of living iu an expensive suburb, but
II did it for the best. I was sure that
{I could obiain more music pupils here
ban iu the city where there is so much
Edith Loring bad done very well
Itfnce the death of her husband three
I years before. Frank's illness had been
[ft long one, and when at laat he was
[laid to rest beside the tiny grave where
1 Bobbinel's twin brother rested there
(was little money left for the young
(Widow and her child to atart life anew.
She had kept her piano, and although
laever a brilliant musician, she was an
[admirable teacher and found mauy
[young pupils iu the pretty suburban
[commuuity where she elected to settle
[with her little daughter. The cottage
[they lived iu was a tiny one on the
(outskirts of the town and had been a
ither dilapidated affair, but Edith had
■pent tnouey, time and effort to trans
form it into a cozy nest for them.
"It seems a pity that 1 cannot pro
Ide a Christmas tree for the mite."
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murmured t-.uitli Coring as she bent
over her sew ing. "I wonder how 1 can
economize in order to save the amount.
Smith wanted .j>l ttpieee for every tree
he had last year."
Bobbinel. still sitting on the floor in
the corner, was gazing intently at the
colored picture of a gayly decorated
Christmas tree. Suddenly her brown
eyes opened wider and a smile curved
her Ups. She jumped up hurriedly.
"Mother, dear. I believe I'll go out
ftnd play," she said.
"Bring your things in here. Hobbi
nel, and be sure and stay in the sun
Presently Bobbinel skipped down the
path to tbe gate, dragging her sled over
the hard packed snow. She was a
pretty sight in her red cloak and knit
ted cap and leggings all of the same
cherry hue even to the mittens on lie
diminutive hands.
Next door to the Curings' cottage was
the Moore place, a handsome brick
Structure set in the midst of a park
like expanse of undulating lawns and
wooded slopes. A grove of young Nor
way spruces dipped down to the stone
wall that divided the cottage from the
great place beyond.
Bobbinel often played in front of the
Moore place, for the trees overhung the
high iron fence and shaded tbe side
walk In summer, while In winter the
sloping walk made a very safe hill on
which a small girl might coast. The
Moore place was closed most of tbe
On this crisp December morning,
however, Bobbinel did not stop on the
Sidewalk. She walked boldly through
the open gate and up the driveway,
►here there were tracks of horse's
loofs and ruts where a sleigh had pass
id. By these signs Bobbinel knew that
the lonely gentleman who sometimes
occupied the Moore place was at home.
Now she glimpsed him walking
among the trees with a Cordon setter
at his heels. He was a tall, straight
figure of a man with prematurely gray
hair and severe features. Bobbinel had
heard people speak of him as ".Ittdge
lloore" and "the judge," and she knew
that he was a person to be treated with
great awe and respect.
But Bobbinel Coring had always
found that st«»m faces softened at lie
approucù ami harsli voices were tem
pered when people spoke to her. and
because of this experience and also be
cause she was bless, H 1 with the sweet
trustfulness of innocent childhood,
she approached Judge Moore with more
of hope than fear in her heart.
Judge Moore always came down to
the old homestead when he bad a dif
ficult case to think over. Now he was
peeing te and fro on a Uttle beaten
track his feet had made on the snow
Under the trees. He enjoyed the still
ness of the idace, the pungent odor of
the evergreeus and the crisp tang of
the winter air. Overhead the sky was
Cloudless and from the high trees back
•f the house blue jays were scolding.
"I'm very glad to see you," piped
Bobbinel with her best company man
Judge Moore started and looked
down at tbe small red coated figure,
beside which the setter stood wagging
a friendly tail.
"Why, Red Riding Hood, I'm glad
to see you too." He smiled down at
her, and Bobbinel wondered why peo
ple seemed afraid of such a handsome
gentleman aud one who had such a
deep, kind voice.
"I'm uot Red Riding Hood, but I
know all about her," returned Bobbl
nel earnestly.
Judge Moore lifted his eyebrows In
mock surprise. "Not Red Riding
Hood, eh? Well, you look Just like
her, and my dog. Prince, looks very
much like the wolf."
Bobbinel's dimples showed In an ap
preclatlve smile.
"I came to talk about Christmas
trees," she said without further intro
•Christmas trees; Bless my soull
It Is almost Cl, a-anas, isn't it V"
"Yes. niai 1 never had a Christmas
free." Bobbinel could uot suppress
;be lousing in her tones.
"Never did':" There was genuine
surprise in the judge's tones now.
"So you came to talk it over with me?"
"Tes, please. You have so many
trees right next to my house. They
are Just like the trees in my ....... v
books and like the one at Sunday
School last year. Mother says 1 nti-du
have one, only probably Santa Claus
knows we're quite poor and that he
thinks he has dene very well to till
my stocking But a tree would look
so lovely In our parlor!"
"And you would like to have one of
my trees?" asked the judge kindly.
"Well, I thought may lie If you didn't
mind perhaps 1 could write to Santa
Claus ami tell him If he didn't have
■ tree to spare for tue you wouldn't
care If he took one from all those
pretty ones next door to my house."
"That's n splendid Idea! Shall we
go and look at them now?"
"Oh. goody! Cot's!" cried Bobbinel.
thrusting a warm red mtttened hand
in the Judge's gloved palm.
"What is your name—your real
name?" asked the judge as they walk
ed toward the spruce covered hill.
"Bobbinel Coring."
"Bobbinel! What an odd name for a
little girl."
"It Is two names," sighed Bobbinel.
"I had a little brother Bobby, but he
died, and father said that I must be
son and daughter now, so they called
me Bobbinel. My own name is Nellie.
Father is with Bobby now, and so
there's only mother and me."
"Oh," said the judge, and his hand
closed tighter on Bobbinel's. "You
live in the little cottage?"
"Yes. and mother tenches music."
They had reached the spruce grove
now und could look down upon tbe Ut
tle gray cottage with a friendly wreath
of smoke curling from the chimney.
"Thnl's where I live," said Bobbinel
"Suppose we pick out a tree now, and
you can tie a ribbon upon it so that
Santa Claus will know what one to
bring to you, eli?"
"Oh. that will be perfectly lovely!"
squealed Bobbinel.
Without a qualm Judge Moore select
ed his finest spruce for Bobbinel's
Christinas tree. Bravely he untied one
of the Utile girl's red hair ribbons and
tied It to the tree.
"Now, be won't make any mistake!"
•he cried as they went back.
That evening Bobbluel told her moth
er the story of her adventure In the
Moore place and how the kind judge
had marked a "heeutiful" tree for Sau
te Claus to briug to them
So Mrs. Lorlug wrote the letter to
Sauta Claus and the very next worn
lug went over to the Moore place to
apologize for Bcbbiuel's Intrusion and
•o a «sure »ue Judge ihut she ,-umd not
permit him to sacrifice his handsome
spruce for one little girl's Christmas.
But Judge Moore had a will of his
own and a most winning manner, and
it did not take him long to convince
Mrs. Coring that the pleasure was all
on his side of the stone wall.
"Perhaps you will permit me to call
on Christmas morning and see the
tree? That will he the greatest re
ward." He smiled down at her, and
Edith Coring found horself telling him
they would he very glad to see him.
The judge walked to the gate with
the lovely young widow, aud Bobbinel
was delighted when she found that
her mother would put no objection in
the way of Santa Clans bringing the
coveted tree.
It was a wonderful Christmas for
Bobbinel Tawing. When Judge Moore
called on Christmas morning to see
the tree he discovered several large
and Interesting packages tiehlnd the
tree, where Bobbinel had supposed she
had searched liefere.
Perhaps the following Christmas
was the most wonderful for all three
of them, for Bobbinel found herself
Bring at the Moore house next door,
with a whole grove of trees to choose
from, while tieople called her mamma
•Mrs. Moore" and called the Judge "a
tacky fellow."
Vfcers are superstitions nnont Christ
mas in nil countries, bat probably the
tallowing are a few of the most ex
In north Germany a person most not
■pin during the twelve nights of
Christmas, lest he or she should walk
after death, nor after sunset on Sat
urday, for then mice will eat the work.
If It is desired to have money and
tack all the year round one must not
tall to eat herrings on New Year's
day, nor If you wish to be lucky must
you rock an empty cradle or spill salt
wantonly or cross knives or point at
the stars.
If a dirty doth Is left on the table
over Christmas night it will muke the
angels weep, if you point upward to
the rainbow It will muke the angels'
feet bleed, and if you talk of cabbages
while looking at the moon you will
hurt the feelings of the man In it
At Kllgrimol. near Blackpool. In
England a very common supersti
tion prevails that the hells of a hidden
church may be beard by any one who
bends his ear Io I be ground. In Berk
shire it was at one time a nonular be
lief that bells could be heard ringing
In the ground on Christmas eve, and in
aotue parts of England miners have
been heard to say that bells could be
heard merrily pealing in the most dis
tant paria of the mine.
The most popular superstition in
many parts of England is that every
remnant of Christmas decoratlou must
be removed before Candlemas fay.
Should a sprig of holly or other e'er
green be left In any house one ol its
occupants will die within the year
America's Oldest Christmas Bells
m ilE oldest chime of bells
iu this country is I«y
eated in old Christ
church, on Second street.
Philadelphia. They have been
pealing out the glad tidings of
"Peace on earth, good will to
ward men." for considerably over
a hundred years and will do so
this year at Christmas time.
A Historic Christmas
Pm HRISTMAS night. 177«,
I I I General Georg# W»ih
I I ington crossed the Delà*
I I ware, and the noat day
occurred the battle of
Trenton. The Hessians
were naturally surprised.
They took it for granted
that the Revolutionary
army would rest upon iu
arms and permit them to
enjoy their Christmas in
peace, but Washington
concluded that the deed
would bo hotte rod by
Smday.and ho loaded his small army into
hoots and crossed the Icy w aists of the
muddy »Ivor. Ho rochoood cocroctiy, and
tba rosutt of his daring mana uv a rwa s that
ho at t acked Colonel Rahl at sunrise.
The commanding officer and twenty of
ten ene my worn killed and 1.000 taken
prisonots. Two Americans war« Ml l a d ,
and two worn froaoa to doute Washing*
ton's valor, however, saved the American
F *
Storin* Christmas Presents
Flat dwellers in tbe Dig cities have
not the same facilities for storing their
Christmas packages that people eu joy
who live in bouses. It is very hard to
conceal an intended present In a flat.
For that reason drug stores, hotel
check stands, saloons and other like
places are used. If one does his Christ
mas shopping enrly aud does uot wish
to appenr with the gift at his home
before Christmas eve tie employs some
of these biding places where the prying
eyes of wife or children tnay not dis
cover In ndvance the nature of tbe In
tended surprise.

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