Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-12-27

the poor little fellow would wonder at never
getting his tree, or eyer hearing of his letter
again.
but he may hear Of it again" said the rich la
dy, who had listened carefully to every word
There is 90 much goodness of heart IN the poor
boys love for his mother, that 1t well deserves to
be rewarded. He may hear of it again
SO the lady remembered the name of the boy
indeed, she asked the gentleman 30 give her the
letter, which ne did, and by the aid she sought and
found out where Frantz lived. From some OF the
neighbors she heard how poor they were, and how
little Erantz helped his mother all day cheerfully,
and was the hest boy in all the neighborhoud, and
that Mrs. Hoffman had not now even the money
to buy shoes, for that her landlord had raiPed her
rent, and she hal.to give the little sum laid aside
to him. And the lady thought to herself 1t would
not be likely to spoil so good u boy to have a beau
tiful tree, SO she had one brought to her house
large and full of leaves it was and she brought
all kinds of beautiful abd useful things to hang on
it, and little rosc.colorcd tapers to be placed
among the branches, and On the table under the
tree we're laid twp pair of shOes-One pair for the
mother and one pair for Frantz- and thick blank
cts. and a large shawl and II purse of money, (for
the lady knew that poor Mrs. Hoffman must have
many wants of which she could not know, and
she wanted her to supply them by means of the
purse) and, best of all, there was large n Bible.
1t Frantz's dream had suddenly turned into re
atty, it could not have been more beautiful.
So day after day went on. and though trant1
knew not the fate of the letter, he never doubted
that all would go well. 1t was pleasant to see tht
s~unsh:ny face with which he greeted every morn
ing as zone day nearer Christmas And wher
mt last Christmas morning came, bright and clear
there was a leapiug, bounding heart in his bnsom'
and a light in his blue eye, that made his moths
smile, though she scarcely knew where the mex
meal was to come from. The wheel kept on it,
whirri1g, and Frantz sat with his eyes fixed on thu
blue sky. as if he almost thought bis expected
tree would drop down from it. Suddenly a low
knock wao heard at the door, and n voice asked:
as little Frantz Hoffman here ?"
Frank almost flew to the door.
II am Franz said he.
And the little maiden who bad asked for him
told him to come with her, and his mother mus
come, too.
Soon. very soon was the little party ready, an.
the maiden led q EN- along gayly to a hadsom'
no use, whose door she pushed open, and they en-
tered in.
How lightly trod Frantz along the wide passage
for his heart whispered aloud to him. AT the enc
stood q door, just 'aiar, and as the girl pushed i
open, a blaze of light streamed out. Frantz caugh'
his mothers hand and drew her forward, exclaim
ing
at is my tree-my treel I knew SO we'll il
would be ready"
And sure enough, there stood the shining tree,
all bright with shining tapers and laden with fruit;
and on high was the image Of the ChIist-child
holding out his hand and smiling so lovely, and
below was written-"For Frantz, because he loved
his Mother"