Perrysburg journal., November 29, 1912, Image 10

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THE PCRRYOBURQ JOURNAL,
Vkt5Sw$ feS fesSsssaSSf lisaSs&s8 sassi Si iP?J
HRISTMAS PRESENTS
will
are
bs&x
OWN the long, gray
country road an au
to mo bile caroo
whizzing abend of a
cloud of dust that
rolled away behind
It like srnoko from
a bomb. In tho
mlddlo of tho road
half a dozen tur
keys were congre
gated, long of nock,
long of limb, fat of
body, juicy, tempt
ing basklug In tho
fall sunlight. Sud
denly there was a
rattling gobble froni tho horn of the
machlno, an answering gobblo from
itho throats of tho turkeys, a cloud of
feathers In tho air and tho man at the
wheel passed on with a backward grin
,at tho fowl aB It lay fluttering by the
wayside. "One moro gobbler gathered
to tho eternal roost," ho chuckled.
From out of tho long grass that
fringed tho wayside a man arose, lean
and hungry, and stood looking at tho
,stlll kicking victim. Then he drew
(a huge, old-fashioned silver watch
from his pocket and glanced at It,
"Just dinner tlmo, and I haven't had u
tasto of a turk In a yoar. Gucbb this
is my lucky day," ho soliloquized.
Then ho picked up tho bird and start
ed for tho brook near by.
Ho seated himself by tho bank and
commenced dressing his And, tossing
handfuls of feathers to tho winds,
pooling of tho plump body with grins
of satisfaction. Then nil at onco ho
.looked up. A sour faced man with a
big star on his coat wbb standing over
him. "Como with me," ho command
ed. "To where?" gruntod Hobo Jim.
"To tho placo whoro all turkoy
thieves should go to tho coop."
"But I didn't steal this bird "
Jim began, then stopped short. Ho
was staring Into tho open countonanco
of a disagrooablo looking revolver and
ho dropped his proy. "All right. I'll
go," ho said, sullenly.
Night had smothered tho country
lido and from out of it tho snow was
mMi
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To enable those making Christmas presents to make a little saving we
make a reduction in prices, for Christmas only, on goods we sell that
suitable for Christmas presents.
THE J.
""o
"Como With Me," Ho Commanded.
coming down in hard, frozen particles
like sifted sands. Across the fields
tho wind came nipping like a sharp
toothed terrier, and Hobo Jim glanced
anxiously about through tho gloom.
Ho had been released from tho "coop"
only that day after two months of con
finement for having been caught with
a dead turkey In his possession, and
ho shivered a bit beneath his thin
clothes as he hurried along the lone
road. To mako matters worse ho was
hungry, broko and friendless, and to
bo hungiy, broke and friendless upon
Chrlstmns eve Is hard enough luck
for any man. Then as ho peered, he
saw through tho darkness of the road
sldo a glimmer of light that twinkled
before his oyes like a great star of
hope and he paused with his gazo fast
ened wistfully upon it.
"With u caution grown of long ex
perience ho passed quietly to tho back
of tho building and peored through a
window. Ho could see Into tho dining
room from hero, and as ho gazed and
sniffed at a crack deop within him his
stomach began clamoring llko a fam
ished wolf pack, for within a dozon
foot of him was a. table pllod high with
good things to eat, while about It tho
gorged family still sat nibbling.
"There 1b enough left for a dozon
lunches, and still things to throw
away," ho muttered as his eyes rovod
over tho board. Much encouraged by
the Bight ho stretched forth his
knucklcB in a timid tap, then putting
on his moBt woobogono face stood
awaiting his fato with a heart that
fluttered anxiously.
Tho door opened and a man stood
boforo It poerlng Into tho darkness.
And (iH tho lamp light from within fell
upon tho hobo's cringing form, tho
faco of tho ono upon tho throBlmld
darkonod until It matched tho night.
"Bo It Is you sneaking around hero
and looking for more of my turkoys,"
ho Paid threateningly, "I have a no
Regular Christmas
Price Price
Pocket Knives 25cr- 20c
Pocket Knives 40o 35c
Pocket Knives 50c 40c
Pocket Knives 60c 50c
Pocket Knives 75c 60c
Pocket Knives $1.00 85o
Pocket Knives $1.25 $1.10
Pocket Knives $1.50 $1.35
Rogers Bros. Plated Knives and Forks, $4.50 per set $4.25
Community Plated Knives and Forka $4.50 per set $4.25
Community Plated Tea Spoons $1.75 per set $1.50
Community Plated Table Spoons $3.50 $3.25
Oneida Community Silver Plated
Cream Ladles $1.25 each $1.00 each
Gravy Ladles $1.50 $1.25
Sugar Shells 75c 60c each
Butter Knives 75c 60c each
Cold Meat Forks 80c 70c each
Razors $2.00 $1.75 each
Safety Razors $3.50 $3.25 each
Safety Razors $1.00 85c each
DAVIS HARDWARE CO.
tion to run you m again upon suspi
cion. Get out of here, thief."
"But I didn't steal that bird '!
whined tho caller. Then he paused,
suddenly, for onco more he was staring;
Into the mouth of that same unpleas
ant looking revolver. "Oh, I'll go all
right," ho added hastily.
Up the road he went hurrying, an
gry, disappointed, hungrier and cold
er than over. In the bottom of a pock
et where he had plunged a hand for
warmth hlB big, old-fashioned watch,
lay ticking and his fingers closed
about it fondly. It was his only posi
session of slightest value. Twenty)
years ago It had been given to hlmj
upon a Christmas eve twenty years'
ago in tho days of his boyhood, and
he had carried it with him incessantly
throughout all his wanderings. "I sup
pose I could get the price of a meal
and a bed from that old ticker," he
mused, then his jaw set. "But I
wouldn't part with It for its weight In
greenbacks. It Is the last thing she
ever gavo me, and I'll hang on to It
if I hang for doing It. I'll beg, starve
yes, or help myself when nobody Is
looking before I'll part with It." Ho
ishoved it deeper into Its place and
bent forward against tho wind.
Five minutes later he again paused
suddenly. By tho wayside another
light was shining, and with a quick
'glance up and down the road he stood
listening. Nothing came to his ears
but the low growl of tho wind and ho
hesitated no longer. Sneaking Into
tho yard with feet that fell as softly
'as tho snowflakes themselves ho onco
imore peered through a window. There
was no laden table here, but Instead
ho saw a bed upon which lay a white
faced boy with a woman close beside
him. Ho put his ear to tho pano and
listened. It was not long boforo ho
learned that tho two were alono
In tho houso, and at that good news
Hobo Jim smiled approvingly.
Ho passed quickly to tho kitchen
door and tried the latch. Tho door
,was not locked and he entered with
tho stoalth of a panther. A sparo bed
room with door ajar was adjoining,
'and forming his plans as ho sneaked
along Jim crept within. Hero, In the
darkness, ho would hido beneath tho
bed, wait until all was still, and thon
In tho early morning hours fill his
stomach and pockots from tho pantry
and silently steal away. Instinct told
him that tho woman would sloop be
side tho sick bey and ho had llttlo
fear of being "iiscovered. And what If
ho was with a lone woman and a
.'helpless kid as Ills only bnr to cscapol
Noiselessly ho crept beneath his
shelter and lay listening.
Through tho stillness their voices
I camo to him in murmurs. It had been
a bad yoar for tho two in tho next
room, a year of privation and want,
and tho morrow would bo tho hollow
est mockory of any Christmas that
had over como to them; a day whon
a skoloton would presldo at their
board and hunger bo an unwilled
I EUPjitj. PjUJontly the woman wnB.nx-
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Slid the Watch Into the Stocking.
plaining to the sufferer, telling him
that she feared that this year Santa
Claus would paBS him by without
stopping. But tho boy was unbeliev
ing. "Santa Claus does not forget
Hang up my stocking, please," he
told her, and Jim heard her sigh as
sho crossed the room to obey him.
Then as tho warmth of tho house
came stealing softly over him Jim's
eyelids fluttered nnd closed, tho last
thing he remembered hearing being
the woman's voice as it began read
ing to tho slclc one.
"Moro blessed to glvo than to re
ceive " But Hobo Jim was now
' sleeping.
Ho was awakened and raised his
head a trifle as he listened. There
had been an accident in tho room, a
serious accident as ho soon gathered,
for through some misfortune tho
clock had been knocked from tho
mantle and now lay a ruin upon tho
floor. It was the only timepiece thoy
had, and tho woman was worrying
over It considerably, for sho no long
er had tho means of tolling whon It
'was tlmo to glvo the boy his medl-
jclno, and the proper administration
pi the medicine was a very important
matter to tho sick ono. "That's kind
pi tough on tho kid," thought tho
hobo from hif hiding placo. But it
was no fault of his and nnyway ho
had troubles enough of his own.
Midnight camo, and for tho last
hour all had boon still as a cavorn.
' Cautiously, silently, Jim backed out of
his lair and rising to his feot stood
nlort By tho dim light from tho oth
pr room he could seo tho pantry.
frhen ho gavo a snort of disappoint
ment. Thoro was not qnough upon
tho barren sholvcs to fill ono corner
of his hollow stomach, and horo wero
a woman nnd a sick boy to food off of
IU It w5 dJBguBtlngv Bjlppln more.
ly a crust of bread Into his pocket ha
crept out again.
From where he stood ho could seo
the Interior of tho dimly lighted room
beyond, and curiosity arose within
him. With tho tread of a prowling
fox bo stepped to tho threshold and
peered around tho corner. The boy
was sleeping now, while beside tho
bed the woman was sitting with head
drooped forward as worn out from
her long vigil she had fallen asleep in
the midst of her watching. And ns
ho gazed at their tired faces there
came to Jim a picture of many long
years before, a picture of when ho
had been a boy and sick as this ono
now was, when a woman had sat be
side him the long nights through giv
ing him his medicine and ministering
to him as she read what was It she
had read? Yes, ho rcaembored now.
"More blessed to give than to re
ceive." That was it. He had never
had a great deal of confidence in
these words and had never tried them
put, still he hnd sometimes thought
that one day ho would put them to
the teBt But he had never had enough
for himself, let alone others, while
now his oyes fell upon tho stocking
hanging from tho mantle and a queer
How Far Is It to
Christmas?
By Wilbur
TJow far is it to ChristmdsKltls across Jhe
JL JL T -. J T
ni xvumu uj djraurns,
W valleys and the ever -
the nm of doubting
smtles untwvdii reach
of othemhttesML.
rnd
a oh,
mafte-you-undersTand? sYou lie awake
whisper, you countMttdlcoUnt the davsand
try to bringitjneqrsrMuQundred variedtyayft
.-Arifeady you hav&iseh itJn af gleam qj
afar, have seen itsqtmj&pproaching it
twinkle of a star: you hear thenbells fl
jingle and the clatter
$
song of gladness as
fjow far is it to Christmas ? It'srt ot so far
awayfor all I know, already jou have
and hold the day; it has no time nor J eason; it
is not set apart, but sendsrfts blessed sunshine
to every little heart.
WSSm
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If Jw.u
zzzr oiuo creeping oTer'nia SZZZ.
They certainly wero In tough luck,
tougher luck than ho was in himself,
and the smashing of the clock had
been bad business. For a full min
ute ho stood blinking at them, then
for the second time that night ho
chuckled as his hand wandered into
his ono good pocket. Then ho with
drew it, and stretching forth a long
arm slid tho big silver watch into
the hanging stocking.
Along tho black road Jim went
hurrying, hunger gnawing at his stom
ach, tho teeth of tho wind sharper
than ever. In ono hand he held tho
crust of bread and now and then ho
bit at It savagely. "More blessed to
give than to receive." He laughed as
ho buttoned his coat around his throat
and bent further forward against tho
gale.
"I dunno I dunno, but anyway I've
tried It out at last Only thing I'm
sorry for is that I won't seo that sick
kid's face when ho finds that old.
ticker in the morning."
A"groom of twenty-nine who eloped
with a bride of eighty may not have
picked a budding beauty; but ho has
the consolation of knowing ho hasn't
-.nspjcpd himself to a mother-in-law
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