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(TO THE thing io my mother," replied J»ck, they dearly love to sing on Christ
after a moment’s hesitation. “Mon- mas Eve:
ey to pay the rent or » a bag of
“SI md , HttU child*«*. lit» ,
flour. Something like that, you
w ufi stars thsir vigils kssp
know.”
And tbs psls ssoss foods tbo ssrth v. lb
his sis-
om the
smoon’s
taring to
I ju st bo
le going
i pret
in an
Ing his
st,” up-
irk ling
snugly
“Of course,” assented Tom, “San-
ta Claus gives a present to every-
body. What would you like. Jack?”
"A pair of skates,” said Jack.
“And I’ve got a little eister who’d
give anything for a doll.”
“Money to pay rent— a pair of
skates—a doll—Dunning—and 339
Blank Street All right I’ll re
member", said Tom, pausing before
a brown-stone front “This is our
house, Jack.”
They bade each other gsod-night
at the gate. Bessie and Tom, the
latter tightly clutching the rope of
the “Comet, ran lightly dawn the
its light.
Over lbs «ratty snow,
Santo Class swiftly is soasiag to-night!
“Drssin, Uttlo tbildrsn, dronsi.
And sssy your vioions tssss
With all tbs fsnstss that cm ass yaar
dsligbtl
Quick as s lightning task
Ouwsrd tbs isiadssr dash—
Santa Claus swiftly is coming to-.light!
••Wsks. littls cbildrsn, wako.
Now that tbs day doth break
And rays of sunshine steal in, warm and
bright.
Stockings ars hsspsd with toys
For all tbs girls and boys—
Lot Santa Clans asms and want in tbs
nishtt"
As the lost note died away on
Innate basement while Jock, with his boa the frosty air, flm i* felt In a capa
do street slung carelessly over his shoulder, cious pocket to see if one of the
uie that
or to get
stole up
“Comet1
bat over-
a little
ir, went fly-
was near,
in uncon-
i Tom turo
bing -with
kubby fists
but the
i were both
ayed him.
or, asked
> do about
he went
who, with
ring to ex
unpleasant
rascals an
quick to
yell that
' warwhoop,
hat was fas-
’ tore wildly
IT following
|r. Tom was
st dropped
»wdrifk A
ssession of
was about
“Comet.”
ck who had
deed, much
chase and
Seizing tho
►y the collar
he mutter-
Ih:
Flynn, or
Ad-the
lynn let go
ator rclin-
his corn-
fusion,
bliged,” said
Sen “Comet”
turn. “And,”
“here’s five
shook his
■way,” said
nil you what
at Tom’s
fgive you a
lid Tom, and
sional sur-
Dt down on
; work while
By on. When
cketed the
satisfaction
off.
rith an un-
“don’t you
black, please
us,” begged
ark and I ’ra
boys."
bed.
I said “I’ll go.”
Iter they had
your name?
Dickson,”
er.
fling, said
f into silence
font at last,
ata Claus
hoed Jack,
arson.”
igasp of s'ir-
whistled.
* said she.
of drama
. sleds-' and
filling nice.
visits poor
1 v .
clf.i ed Tom.
And he’s
live! But, I
er given yon
Tom. “I
forgot you.
hat we’ll do,
l burst of con-
I pre going to
to sec what
old Lento
itc you live,
i you.”
and Jack’s
“I live
When the dock struck sight,
Santa Clans arose and Mid that it
off. There-
M i l l « that he
M W was
w w u van.
to bring W H time
him to the
apon nil accompanied hi
that
sleigh and nil joined in n i
Tom,
si
disappeared in the fast falling dusk.
II.
They were busy in Aniceland on
the twenty-fourth of December.
In Santa Claus’ vast establishment,
that covered acres and acres in it’s
extent, his jolly little workmen,
with faces all aglow in their excite
ment, constructed odd and ingeni
ous toys with amazing rapidity.
Beautifully dressed dolls, reposing
comfortably on willow rockers,
looked trustingly up at armies of
tin soldiers, who clutched their
guns valiantly, as though to pro
tect them; innumerable Uttcle Joes
and Aunt Dinahs appeared as
though they were nearly dying to be
wound up—the former to pick his
dearly loved banjo and the latter
to dance an old plantation break
down to its entrancing strains;
huge piles of sleds were chatting
(in sled language, of course) about
the delightful times they were soon
to have with sheir boy owners in
speeding like lightning down the
icy track; tightly closed boxes,
whose lids moved convulsively at
times, told of the hideous person
ages inside, who fairly’ ached to
spring suddenly up in the air and
grin at frightened children; in short,
there was every kind of toy attd
candy imaginable, and, every now
and then, dear old Santa himself,
examining his ledger in his pr irivate
office, would wink knowingly and
give a dry chuckle as he pictured
the rapture of the recipient'.
It was growing late. Santa
Clairs rubbed his tired eyes and
sank back in his easy arm-chair
with a sigh of relief.
“Dear me!” he said, closing the
xrnderous book before him. “An
tnexpetienced person would have
no idea how many boys and girls
there are in the world. Thousands
upon thousands, bless ’em! If they
keep on increasing at this rate, I
really belieVe I’ll have to enlarge
my factory again. But my men
have worked day and night, and,
according to my calculations, I
shall have presents for all.”
He arose and walked slowly to a
window. It was rapidly becoming
dark. For some time, he looked
thoughtfully out at the feathery
flakes of snow that Were steadilv
falling. Then, while the little clock
on the mantle chimed six, he went
to a corner of the room and press
ed an ivory knob on the wall. Im
mediately afterward, a deafening
gong sounded, the heavy clanking
of machinery ceased, and his little
workmen came clattering into the
office.
“Men,” said Santa, aprovingly,
“you have done well!”
They all blushed and turned red
at this compliment. Praise from
Santa Claus was praise indeed!
“And now,” he continued, “har
ness my faithful old reindeer to
the sleigh and load it immediately.
Then we will adjoin to the house
for our annual banquet.”
They bowed respectfully. Sev
eral ran swiftly to the stable, while
others, with queer-looking appli
ances used only in Aniceland, re
duced the sixe of the toys ten thou
sand times, so that all could be car
ried in the sleigh. A merry jingle
of bqjls was heard, and the same
dear deer of yore, sleek and glossy
after their long year’s rest, pranced
gayly -up.
t .
In a short *ine the sleigh was
lonJt.1. and Santa, with a smile up
on his kindly old face, jumped in
and slowly started off, followed by
bis men six abreast. Straight to
his crystal palace, glittering with
its many colored lights, they went
until they reached an icy portal
over whis'h was suspended a lumi
nous sign—WELCOME ALL! The
frisky reindeer were then tied se
curely to a post, and all, with their
faces beaming with pleasure, pass
ed into the reception-rooin, where
Mrs. Clans and a train of tasteful
ly attired ladies awaited them.
I cannot begin to tell yon of the
good things they hod to eat that
night There were Aniceland sand
wiches (consisting of two slicos of
ice and a layer o f snow between),
icicle salad, snowball puffs, ice
cream and ice cakes, and many oth
er delicacies of that frigid country.
And I can assure yon that they
did fall justice to the feast
U S
appliances for restoring the toys to
their proper size was there,' for,
without it, he would have been in
a pretty fix! Geod Mrs. Claus, in
spite of his remonstrance, placed a
basket of sandwiches in the sleigh,
for she knew he would be hungry
after his long night’s work. He
then chirruped to the reindeer,
there was a gingle of bells, and he
was off, with a loud huzza ringing
in his ears.
“God bless the children!” mur
mured the good old saint, brushing
his misty eyes with his furry
sleeve, and then he fell to hum
ming softly:
“ Sauta Clan* ia awiftlyeoming to-night!”
III.
Torn and Bessie hung up their
stockings early Christmas Eve.
Master Tom, after great delibera
tion, decided tla t Edward the
coachman had larger feet than any
other puraon in the household, and
Edward good-naturedly consented
to lend him one of his stockings,
which he averred was even a litile
too large for him! At eight, they
kissed their papa and mamma good
night and nurse marched them off
to their room. After they had
said their prayers and were snugly
tucked in their beds, nurse put out
the light and waited, as was her
wont, to tell the story that was
vociferously demanded each night
by her young charges. But, to her
great surprise, both remained si
lent, and, admonishing them to be
good children, she quietly left the
room and hurried down to the
kitchen, where Terry, her beau, vaa
patiently wating.
For some time silence reigned«
The large, yellow moon shone full
in the room, giving everything a
spectral appearance.
Suddenly
oiii sat upright in his bed.
“I say, Bessie,” he said, softly,
“are you asleep?”
No,” replied Bessie, with a little
yawn. “Are you?”
‘Of course not,” and Tom laugh
ed at what he considered a very
silly question. “Can’t you see?”
Bessie raised herself upon her
elbow and, after blinking drowsily
at the man in the moon, fell back
upon the pillow.
I aay, Bessie,” said Tom, earn
estly, "please don't go to sleep.
We were to stay awake to see San
ta Claus. Don't you remember?
And think of poor Jack!”
“I will, Tom,” and Beasie once
more essayed to rise—this time,
with success. “Hark! What’s that?”
Both listened and heard the mer
ry jingle of bells across the snow.
Nearer and clearer came the sweet
sounds.
“It’s Santa.1” whispered Tom,with
a fast-beating heart
Wide eneugh awake now and
unable to repress their curiosity,
the two little white-tobed figures
stole to the window and gazed out
upon the snowy scene. A sleigh
passed quickly by, the happy
voices of its occupants floating up
in the frosty air.
“Horses!” said Tom, iu a disap-
inted voice. “That’s not Santa,
lie.”
And both crept back to bed
again.
They talked together in subdued
tones to keep awake. The clock at
the top of tne stairs struck nine—
then ten. Finally, when Bessie
thought that she must visit the
Land of Nod, some one—yes, they
could tell it was Santo by his pock
of toys!—cautiously opened the
door and enterqfl the room while
the two, trembling in their eager
ness, pretended to be fast asleep.
ited,' flashed before hie mind, the
happy bay sprang out of bad and
tiptoed noiolaasly toward the soed
old saint. - Beasie, who obeyed Tom
implicitly in all things with a blind
faitu iu um superior
same. Santa Claus, feeling a tim
id tap upon his shoulder, started
and glanced around, and then quick
ly averted hie face, dismayed at be
ing caught so nicely. In a gruff
tone lie asked them what they
wanted.
“You give everybody a present,
don’t you, Mr. Claus?” said Tom,
Undecided bow to begin.
Santo Claus nodded affirma
tively.
“I thought so,” said Tom, draw
ing a long breath. But, please, Mr.
Claus, you’ve forgot one family—
the Dunnings of 1m> Blank Street.
Jock Dunning told me so himself.
And I told Jock—it was good in
him to get my sled bock—that I’d
remind you about them if I saw
you. You'll give them something,
won’t you, ’cause they’re poor and
they need it?”
Sants Claus listened gravely and
then took out a notebook from his
pocket.
“Dunning,” he mused. “There
are plenty of Dunnings on my di
rectory, but none of Blank Street.
Bless me! I have forgotten them.
But never mind, I’ve lots of things
left in my sleigh and, if you’ll give
me what they’d like, I’ll see what
I can do for them.”
“Oh, thank you,” and Tom
heaved a sigh of relief, while Bes
sie clapped her hands rapturously.
“Just leave a pair of skates, a
doll, and money to pay the rent in
their room. Jack will know the
rest."
Santa Claus made a note of it.
Then he kissed both tenderly and
told them to go back to bed before
they caught cold. But Beasie hung
shyly back.
“Please, Santa,” she said, “why
didn’t you come down the chim
ney?”
Santa Claus scratched his head
reflectively.
“Bless mi!" he said. “I dropped
that custom long ago. I t an
swered very well in the oldfashion-
ed fireplaces. But the chimneys
they build nowadays are so nar
row and contracted that a fat,
pudgy person couldn't budge in
them. Besides, it's a rather dan
gerous practice. I was nearly roast
ed once ia attempting to Jescend a
chimney where they had a fire.”
“Oh!” said Bessie, and then she
trudged back to bed.
Santa Claus made them promise
not to look at their presents until
morning. Then he bade them good
bye and left as silently as he came.
“I say, Bessie,” said Tom, glee
fully, “wasn’t he jolly? And lie
looked somethingjiko papa, didn’t
he?”
A faint snore came from Bessie’s
bed.
“That's the way with girls,”
grumbled Tom. “To—save—their
— lives — they — can’t — keep —
awa’—”
And, before he knew it, he had
followed her to dreamland.
IV.
Qucerly enough, Santa Claus did
not return to his sleigh. Instead,
he buttoned his overcoat up closely
and walked briskly down the street
until he came to a business portion
of the town. Many of the stores,
the proprietors of which smiled
blanaly at the rushing business
they were doing, were still open,
and, at one, whose blazing windows
were filled with every conceivable
toy, Santa Claus mode two pur
chases—namely, a pair of skates
and a doll. A t’a grocery a little
farther on, he stopped again and
whiapered something to a clerk,
who nodded and made an entry in
a book he carried.
Santo Claus than pursued his
way until he came to Blank Street
—fined on both sides by huge,
foul-smelling tenement-houses that
revealed the squalor and wretched-
of their many occupants.
Ruffians, loitering in front of noisy
grogshops, leered wickedly at him,
conscious that he was out of his
element; drunkards, staggering
home in a pitiful condition to their
famished wives and children,bl ush
ed against him; yet on he went un
til he came to a rickety building
with 339 in faded figures over the
doorway.
Santa Claus passed up the steep,
narrow stairs to the first story.
Hearing the sound of voices in a
room directly opposite the landing,
he knocked at the door. A pleas-
aat-facad woman, with a baby in
bar arms, opened it and looked
wonderingly at him.
“Pardon me for disturbing you,”
said Santa. “Do the Dunnings live
hare?”
“Dunning?” she repeated, with a
strong Irian aeeent “If its the
widdy Dunning wid the two eliil-
der yes mane, yoll foind them up
in tne seventh story.”
“Can 1 take you into my conS-
dencer said Santo. The woman
nodded. “I’ve a few little preoanta
for them. Couldn’t you smuggle
Santa Claus went to the chim
ney and gazed, with a smile, at the
stockings. Pausing before Bessie’s,
be filled it with goodies. She gave
a little sigh of satisfaction when
she saw him place on the mantel
above it a beautiful Parisian doll
—the very thing she had wished
for—with a maniatura Sere oga
trunk that must have contained an
extensive wardrobe. He tiien pass
ed on to Tom’s and looked quizzi
cally at i t “Juat like the boy, for
all the world!" he muttered, show
ering candies in it until it bulged
out at the aides. And Tom’s heart
fairly thumped with joy whan he
saw him deposit a hugs' box of ear-
pen tors took on the floor—for
Tom’s latest hobby wea to have a them into their room for me before
they awake, with the understand
workshop.
And than, an t vision of Jock, ing that Santo Clans sent them?”
“Av eooroa I kin,” she laid,
whom Santa Clnaa had never vis
“They kape their
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Mika took his blackened pipe
from hie mouth, nodded, and put it
Santo Claus wrote
a slip of paper, and,
‘ ing groan in it,
envippn». Than,
the Imby under its dira-
he dropped a silver dol-
chubhy fist, and depart-
le gintlamin, bo gob!" was
vorabis ^comment, proud
Mike’s
ition bestowed upon his
of the attention
y o n r m V v * ! his wife trailed ap-
provnigiy
Faint praise for Santa Claus—
the best-hearted penon olive!
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Jack was the first of Fie Dun
nings to awake in the morning.
era cheap one*
and we muzzle
lowe over their
k flrgal
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rol, looking
do yon ask?”
“O, nuthin’, only I wish me and
my churn had muzzled our goat with
a pillow.
Pa would have enjoyed his becom
ing a member of our lodge better.
As he sat up on his couch of rags, a You nee, pa bad been telling us how
dim remembrance of the night be much good the Masons and Odd
fore flitted across his mind. What Fellers did, and sa'd we ought to
if Tom bad reminded Santa Claus try end grow up good so we oould
of them! Jle looked around and jine the lodges when we got big,
there on tho tr.ble—could it be and I asked pa if it would do any
true?—yes, it was true!—lay two hurt for ns to have a day lodge in
my room, and portend to riiahiate,
packages and an envelope.
In a flash he was untying the and pa said it wouldn’t do any hurt.
strings with trembling fingers, He said it would improve our minds,
learn ns to be men. So my chain
a rosy-cheeked, blue-eyed doll loo ;- end
me borried a goat that lives in a
ed bewitehingly up at him; the l a and
livery stable. Say, did yon know
pair of skates glittered in the sun they keep a goat in the liveTy stable
light as he held them up for his so the horses won’t get sick? They
inspection.
get used to the smell of the goat,
Rushing to his mother’s bed, he and after that nothing ean make
awoke her and his little sister. them sick but a glue factory. I wish
Capering about the room, he cried my girl boarded in a livery stable,
then she would get used to the smell.
exultingly:
“Hurrah for Santa Claus! H ur I went home with her from churoh,
Sun lay night, and the smell of the
rah for Santa Claus!”
goat on ray elotbea made her sick to
Then, os both looked at him in lier
sturamiok, and she acted just
amazement, be seized the presents like an
exeuraiou on the lake, and
and held them high in the air. No said if I didn't go bury myself and
sooner bad bis little sister seen tho take the smell out of me she wouldn’t
doll than she ran, with a cry of de never go with me again. She was
light, and clasped it lovingly to her just ns pale as a ghost, and the pers
piration on her lips was just zif she
bosom.
"Whoever in the world sent had been hit by a street sprinkler.
them?” ejaculated the astonished You see my chum and me bad to
osrr.v the goat up to ray room when
Mrs. Dunning.
“Santa Claus, of course,” an pa and ma was out riding, and he
so we had to <e a handker
swered Jack, promptly. “I told blnt>ed
chief uronnd his nose, and bis feet
Tom—I got his sled back from made such a noise on the floor that
Patsy Flynn, and Jen-y Conners, we put some liaby’s socks oh his feet.
you know—that he’d forgotten us, Gosh.how frowsy a goat smells, don’t
and he said he’d remind him. And it? I sbuhl think you i.Iasons must
here’s something for you, mother.” have strong stumuix. Why don’t
Mrs. Dunning comprehended all. you have a skunk or a mule for a
Poor woman! Of date, life hail trade mark. Take a mule and an-
been a constant struggle to her and noint it with limburgcheese and you
Christmas as ordinary a day as any could nisbiate and make a candidate
in the year. And her heart grew smell just as bod as with a gosh darn
mildewed goat. Well, sir, my chum
soft and tender as she thought of and
practiced with that goat un
the happy times they used to have til be me
could bunt a picture of a goat
on Christmas at her childhood home every time. We borried a buck beer
—the old farm that had since pass sign from a saloon roan, and hung it
ed into other hands. Che repress on the back of a chair, and the goat
ed a bitter sob as she took the en would hit it every time. That night
pa wanted to know what we were
velope and opened it.
“Why, mamma, I believe you are doing up in my room, and I told
him we were playing lodge, and im
crying,” said the surprised Annie.
A twonty-dollar bill was inclosed proving our minds, and pu said that
wav right, that there was nothing
in a brief note that read:
that did boys of our age half so much
“I have put all your names in good
as to imitate men, and store by
my directory and henceforth I useful nollidge. Then my cbnm
shall remember you each Christmas asked pa if he didn’t waut to take
Eve, without fail.
the grand bumper degree, and pa
•S anta C lauh .’”
lafTed and said he didn’t care if be
“God bless him!” murmured Mrs. did, just to enconrage Us boys iu in
Dunning, gratefully. “And now nocent pastime, that was so improv
I’ll tell you what we’ll do, children. ing to our iutellex. We bail shut
We’ll have the bsst dinner to-day the goat up in a closet in my room,
and be had gqt over blatting, so we
we’ve had for many a month.”
They hurriedly dressed. Mrs. took off the handkerchief, and he
eating tome of my paper cel
Dunning opened the door to <yo out wns
lars, and skate straps. We went up
and buy a little meat for break stairs, and tolil pa to come up pretty
fast. A man with a huge basket soon and give three distinct laps,
met her in the hall.
and when we asked him who comes
“Where shall I put these?” he there he must say, 'a pilgaric who
asked.
wonts to join your ancient order and
“You have made a mistake, sir,” ride the goat.’ Ma wanted to come
up too, hut we told ber if she come
she said.
“Oh, no! Mia. Dunning 1‘ves in it would break up the ledge,
here, does she not? I thought so. cause a woman couldn’t keep a
Santa Claus sent them with his secret, and we didn’t hare a side
saddle for the goat. Say, if you
compliments.”
never tried it, the next time you
And, with a twinkle of fun in nisbiate a man in your Mason’s
his eye, he deposited a generous lodge, you sprinkle a little kyan
supply of gi-ocerics, including a pepper on tbe goat’s beard just
monstrous tui key, on the table and afore you tntu him loose. You can
was gone.
get three times as mnch fun to the
“God bless him!” repeated lira. square inch of goat. You wouldn’t
tbink it wns the same goat. Well,
Dunning, brokenly.
If Santa Claus could have heard we got all fixed end pa rapped, and
it be would have smiled with pleas we let him :a and told him he must
ure. Tint he was back at Anice be blindfolded, and be got down on
land, and his factory was already bis knees a luffing, and Iliad a towel
bis eye», und then I turned
in operation for another' day of around
him around and made him get do«D
“peace on earth, good-will toward on his hands also, and then Lis hack
men.’’
was right toward tbo closet door,
I put the buck beer sign right
They were burying a man who and
against pa’s clothes. He was a tai
had died in Southe-n Indiana. ling all the lime, and said we boys
when a tramp leaned over the fence were ss full of fun as they made cm’,
and inquirer):
and wo told him it was a solemn
“Was he a statesman?”
occasion, and we wouldn’t permit no
levity, and if be didn't stop lading
“No.”
we couldn’t give him the grand
“Crato-?”
bumper degree. Then everything
“No.”
was ready, and ray chum bad his
“Philosopher?”
hand on the eloeet door, and some
“No.”
kyan pepper in his other hand, and
“Poetr
•
I'aakad pa in a low boat tone, if be
“No."
felt as if be wanted to turn beck, or
“Great inventor, or anything of if be had nerve enough to go abend
that sort?”
and take tbe degree. I warned him
“No; he was simply an honest that it was foil of dangers, as the
goat was loaded for beer, and told
“Oh, that’s it, eh? Why don’t him be yet bed time to retrace his
his widow take hie body over to steps if he wanted to. He said be
Chicago and pat it on exhibition wanted tbe whole bozineas. and wa
could g - -head with the menagerie.
and make a stoke?”
Then i said to p a il be had decided
to go abend, ana se t blame ns for
Mr*. Ann Carney, an Irish
,. the cnaseqoeaoM, to repeat after me
drowned herself in the Wf
k in f lowing: ‘Bring forth tbe
river at Portland on
1 Royal I tamper, and lot him bempl*
ing. Her body was
» I*a re- . »led tho woido and my ahum
boors afterward. SI
I.tsmink cd t t t
goat
pa and m a'
closed the door,
and me opened
drove the goat
who conies to see ma
times a week was just i
tho sidewalk, blatting and i
and the minister came in t'
and said he w«« -tabbed,.
pa came out of bis n
his suspenders hanging dc
he didn’t know the minister
there, and be said cuss
ma cried and told pa'he
hell sure, and pa said be i
he would kill that kussed _
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he vyent. I told pa the uliniater was
in the parlor, and be and ma' went
dewn and said the weather was pro
pitious for a revival, and it seemed
though an outpo >unn
ng of the
l’rit was about to be vouch
uchsafed to
His people, and none of them sot
down but ma, canoe the goat didn’t
hit he*, and while they wae ‘ ’
religion, with their mouth
the goat inwardly, my ehnm
journed heme, and I went and stay
ed with him all night, and I hadn’t
been borne sinoe. But I don’t be
lieve pa will lick roe, cease he said
he would not hold us responsible
for the consequences. He ordered
the goat bisaelf, and we filled the
order, don’t you see? Well, I guess
I will go and sneak in tho back way
and find out from the hired girl how
the laud lays. She won’t go book
on me, cause the goat was not loaded
for hired girls. She just happened
to get in at tho wrong time. Good
bye, sir. Remember and give your
goat kyan peppor in your lodge.”
As the boy went away, and skip-
poil over tho back fence, tbe grocery
■unn said to his brother Odd Fellow.
“If that boy don’t beat tbe devil then
I never saw one that did. The old
man oughler have him sent to a lu
natic asylum.”
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not
w ecT n
drinkers.
keeps np 1
Wm.
of Bellvieu has
on tbe college
turned from
been for the
material to constrdet
house thereon. It wf
some residence, and
etructed immediately.
Register:
Mr. Q. W.
97 catfish in tbe ___
Salt crock near Amity,
glad to learn tbrt t «se '
IT .
A citizen of Miobigan who Las
something of a reputation for bia
infidel views and argnmenta hap
pened to meet seven or eight clergy
men at a railroad station as they wore
waiting to take the train to attend a
conference, and introducing himself
to ono of them he said:
•T want half an hour’s talk with
the smartest of your crowd. Who
is he?”
‘‘Well, Brother White is pretty
smart,” was tbe reply.
The infidel walked up to the cler
gy in an named and bluntly began:
‘‘Preacher White, yon hold that
there is a God, don’t you?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“ And a heaven and a hell? ’
crook some time ago, i
bare *
at Portland.
From Mr. Bnsh’a
quarter ending Nov.
peart that the total
of tbe Oregon Penii
the quarter, were |fi,
total earnings
addition to these
work wee
Asylum
number
of the qi
Tbe remains of
5^
“*“
~
8th inst.
was dock hunting, w
D “ Y os , sir.”
“And that none but believers can himself from a band oi
drift be obaneed to
be saved?”
body under a
“Just so.”
Tbe
“ Well, sir, I don’t believe any the body am
such tbing, and I’il defy you to con bones were
vince me."
“ I shan’t try to, air."
Yon wool? Don’t you want me to
lio saved?”
“ No, sir—no sir, I wouldn’t waste
five minutes to send you straight to
heaven.”
“ Why not?"
“ Why not?” Why,sir, folk* have
l>een going to heaven by the million
for thoifeands of years, and there is
now such a crowd np there that •
small soul like yours coaid no more
be found or beard of than an atom
of snad thrown into tbe middle of
the ocean. l i e too email potatoes
to pay for tbe hoeing.”
When sovereignty is