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VOL. 1.
NO. 95.
The Daily Reporter,
M c M innville , O regon , S aturday .
OUR BOYS.
D ecember 20
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PRICE TWO CENTS
“ 1 hirty-seven dollars here," said audience; he asked blessing?. on the
• Lawrence and nine more in our jKK'k- I poor as well as the rich; but one sen
Entered in the Poatoffloe at MoMinnvillefor
ets, making $46.00 all told. Gracious ! tence that struck deep in the hearts of
Transmission Through the Mails as Sec HOW CHRISTMAS EVE WAS EN
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we can get the sleigh full.”
ond Class Matter.
I the young men, was, a* nearly as 1 can
JOYED YEARS AGO
The hoys all laughed at the com- remember, as follows:
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ing fun as Lawrence put the money
“And now, most heavenly Father 1
D. C. IRELAND.
E. L. E. WHITE.
BY E. L E. W.
m his pocket.
beseech you to install in the hearts oi
Eighteen years ago Christmas eve,
D. C. IRELAND & Co.,
“ 111 go now and get everything those present a kind remembrance oi
in the city of N--------- a group of six ready so when you come down we’ll
PUBLISHERS.
the poor and lonely. Guide them thou
young men might have been seen start. Shall I speak to your father, great Director, in the holy paths of
The Daily Reporter.
around the vestibule of Grace church. Charley, about what we propose to charity, for sweet charity’s sake, for
Tu Daibx R bpobtu is issued every day
There were services and a Christmas do. He might help us?”
there are countless numbers in our city
in the week exoept Sundays, and is delivered
tree
afterwards, and the young men
in the oity at 10 oents per weak. By mail, 40
“By all means, answered Charley to-night that look upon the coming of
cents per month in advance. Bates for ad were making some plan to pass away Mason.
the morrow with dread and fear, for
vertising same as for T hb W kmxlt R efobtbb . the evening. They were all in the
Just then the great organ in the loft their treasury is empty and poverty
early flush of manhood, the eldest be began a low, solemn voluntary, and stands at the half shut door."
Our Greeting
ing about 20, while the youngest was the boys hastily entered and took their
After the sermon the Chnstmaa tree
in the neighborhood of 17 summers. places in the choral.
was tendered to the children and oh»
To one and all, we extend the
As they talked in earnest conversation,
The organist, a new player recently boys left the church and hastened to
courtesies and compliments of the people began to arrive and they from New York, proved to be an ar Mason’s Bazaar, where they found
the season, and wish vou a drew back from the door to finish their tist of more than ordinary ability. Iaiwrence with his sleigh loaded down,
plans before entering.
The rich melody rose and fell in ex looking like a veritable Santa Claus.
Merry Christmas and a very “Then it is settled boys,” said Harry quisite harmony; now loud and deep, “Well here you are my saints,” cued
Slater. “After the entertainment we then low and sweet, carrying one’s laiwrcnce in a hearty voice- “Rurry
Happy New Year.
are all to meet here and for the first thoughts way beyond the River of up and get in for we have no time tp
time
in our lives play Santa Claus and Life into that mysterious hence, where lose.*'
The Old Homestead.
“Hold on a minute you jolly old
make the poor happy for one day at angelic voices steal softly o’er the
When the skies are growing warm and least.”
Saint
” said Ernest Inglewood, “here’s
longing soul. During this voluntary
bright,
“Then we can’t go to the ball,” said the rector of Christ church entered my dollar and a half. I find that my
And in the woodland bowers
The Spring-time in her pale, faint Frank Hastings.
the chancel and knealt at the altar. conscience will not permit of my keep*
robes
“Well, it is hard to give that up,” While the pastor was engaged in offer ing it.” and he gave the money to
Is sailing up the flowers,
When all with naked little feet
replied Willie Blackwood, “but the ing up his silent praver, the organist laiwrence.
The children in the morn
"And here’s mine, too,’’chimed the
tickets are $1.50 each. There are six played with soft pedals and the music
Go forth and in the forrows drop
boys one after another.
The seeds of yellow corn;
of us and that would be $9.00. Just came floating down from the organ
What a beautiful embodiment
“You see,’’ said Emeet by way ol
think how many good * things we can loft as if it wtre ever so far away; low,
Of ease devoid of pride,
explanation, “we had a splendid ser
Is the good old-fashioned homestead, get for that sum.”
sad-like and dreamy.
The sweet mon and the weed fell in good places.”
With doors set open wide!
“Now look here, fellers,” put in sounds grew fainter and fainter; only
“Thanks, thanks, you dear fellows,*’
But when the happiest time is come
Charly
Mason ; “You know what we an echo remained. As the minister enthusiastically said Lawrence "I
That to the year belongs.
When all the vales are filled with gold, promised the girls and how are you arose from his kneeling position, the had to go in debt a little. I bought
And all the air with songs;
going to get around that? Why ! Miss organ opened forth in a grand, tri sixteen turkeys and ran short seven
When fields of yet unripened grain
And yet ungarnered stores
Maud Chamberlain would not speak umphant burst of melody. The build dollars, but now we are all right, so
Remind the thrifty husbandman
to me again if I failed to put in ap ing seemed fairly to tremble as the jump in.”
Of ampler threshing floors.
¡¿awrencehad provided a lot of l»ells,
How pleasant from the din and dust
pearance for her at the apjiointed great bass pipes sent forth their notes.
Of the thoroughfare aloof,
and
as the boys left Mason’s Basaar, a
It seemed as though this huge organ
Stands the old-fashioned homestead. time.”
With steep and mossy roof.
“It is a bad fix,” remarked Lawrence was thundering forth " Remember the large crowd that had congregated to
When home the woodsman plods with Sherman the eldest of all, a quiet poor, for on this day Christ, the Son watch them off, gave a grand cheer
when Mr. Mason informed them what
axe
young man, but I u|>hold Blackwood of man was born.”
Upon his shoulder swung,
the boys had done, and several voices
The boys stood ready with their
And in the knotted apple tree
in what he says. The money wasted
in the crowd could he heard to say:
Are scythe and sickle hung:
jiarts
as the soprano began Handels
on the ball would be but a temporary
When low about her clay built nest
“God bless them, God bless them;
The mother swallow trills.
pleasure, while if put into a basket of lieautiful oratorio, the Creation -Glory hope they’ll find my house.”
And decorously slow, the cows
good things it would make so many- to God in the highest, peace on earth,
A drive of two miles au<l they were
Are wending down the hills;
What a blessed picture of comfort
happy, that for my part the sacrifice good will toward man. The soprano in the out-skirts ofr the city, and near
In the evening shadows red,
sang with rare swentness to-night and the manufacturing village of Willa-
Is the good old-fashioned homestead, would be comparatively small.”
With its bounteous table spread!
“Here is my view,” said Ernest In when Ernest Inglewood commenced mantic. The boys drove slowly into
glewood. “I^awrence is the eldest of his tenor jiart in a duo with Miss town, first removing the hells so as to
And when the winds moan wildly,
When the woods are bare and brown, us all. 1 say let us count our money Royal, way down in his heart a small make no noise. Pausing down the al
And when the swallows’ clay-built nest
and give it to him, reserving but a dol voice was crying, “remember the j»oor.’’ most deserted st reels, the boys got out
From the rafter crumbles down;
When all the untrod garden paths
Ernest sang with unusual effect, and of the sleigh and taking a turkey in
lar and a half each, and if afterwards
Are heaped with frozen leaves,
we repent, can put that in, too. We his pure tenor voice was heard in one hand, a basket of candies, nuts,
And icicles, like silver spikes.
oranges, apples and toys, in the other,
Are set along the eaves;
will stay and attend the service and every part of the church. When the
Then when the book from the shelf
they separated according to Lawrence's
let I-a wrence go and get a sleigh ; buy- quartett came forth there were many
is brought,
directions, and went to the abodes of
And the fire-lights shine and play,
handkerchiefs in demand as from the
In the good old-fashioned homestead. all he can; get some masks to disguise
those who had combated with fate,
our faces, and we will meet him at organ loft came the sweet strains of only to be thrust unheadingly aside,
Is the farmer’s holiday.
the Mesiah: “I know that my Re
crushed and discouraged.
But whether the brooks be fringed Mason’s Bazaar at 9 o’clock.”
deemer
liveth."
“Good !” cried all the boys together,
with flowers.
The first house that Ernest Ingle
Or whether the dead leaves fall,
The rector, Mr. Paxton mounted his wood visited was somewhat apart from
“
that
is
the
best
plan
of
all.
Let's
And whether the air be full of songs,
pulpit and id clear voice said :
Or never a song at all,
.
the rest There was a faint light in
count out the cash !”
And whether it rain or whether it shine,
“
Let
us
pray.
”
There was a g'X’d deal searching
the window but no curtain, through
Is all to me as one.
It
was
a
prayer
that
penetrated
to
which Ernest could see a father and
F ot bright as brightest sunshine
of pockets, and as fast as the boys got
The light of memory streams
the hearts core of more than one poor mother sitting by the stove to keey
Round the old-fashioned homestead, the money in their hands they put it
Where I dreamed my dream of into Lawrence’s hat, retaining only a sinner that sat in that congregation io warm, while by the chimney place
dreams.
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< ontianed on 4lS pa««
costly garments. He prayed for the
—Alice Corry. dollar and a half each.