The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1859-01-06

ny, DOtueI, tueIe puJ loohiDS IL
at the window. Just look at him..
Mrs. Dinsmoor looked in the direction
indicated, and saw the Ii tie boy, without
his pereeiviug that attention had beer
drawn towards bim.
'Some poor boy she remarked to hel
husband, in compassionate tone, 'whC
loses for moment the sensation of his
own discomfort in witnessing our happi-
ness. See how eagerly he looks at the
tree, which no doubt appears like some
thing marvellous to him.
why can't you let him come inf ask
cd Lizzie, eagerly. He must be very
cold out there, with the snow fakes fall
ing upon him. Perhaps he would like to
zee our tree near too
Very we'll and kindly thought of, my
little girl, said Mr. Dinsm oor, placing bis
hand for monent upon her clustering
locks. Il will follow your suggestion, but
I must do it carefully, or be may be
frightened and run away before he knows
what are our Intentions
So speaking, Mr.. Dinsmoor moved
cautiously to the front door and opened
It suddenly. The bog, startled by the
sound, turned towards Mr.. Dinsmoor
with frightened air, as if fearing that
he would be suspected of some impr oper
motive.
/ Indeed, SIR said he, earnestly, 4
didn't mean any harm, but it looked so
7 bright and cheerful inside that | couldn t
help looking in
You have done nothing wrong, my
bog, said Mr.. Dinsmoor, kindly. But
you must be cold here; come in, and you
will have chance to see more comforta-
bly, than you now do
The boy looked little doubtful, for
to him, neglected as he had been by the
rich and prosperous all his life, it was
very difficult to imagine that he was act
ualiy Invited to enter the inposig man.
sion before him as guest. Perhaps Mr.
Dinsmoor OWNED his doubts, for he con-
tinued:
Come. you must not refuse the invita-
ton. There are some little people inside
who would be very much disappointed if
you should. since it was they who COM
iais-ioned me to invite you
1 am sure sir, | am very much oblig-
ed both to them aud to you, said the boy,
gratefully, advancing towards Mr.. Dins-
moor, of whom be had lost whatever liz
tie distrust be had at first felt
A moment afterwards and the boy
stepped into tie spacious parlor. To
hinl, whose home offered few attractions
and few comforts, the scene which spread
before him might well seem scene Of
encbantment.
Lizzie, said Mr.. DDsmoor, come for
ward and welcome your guest. I would
introduce him to you, but unluckily | do
not know bis name
My name is Willie--Willie Grant,
was the boys reply.
Then, Willie Grant, this is Miss Liz
zie Dinsmoor. who is, am sure, glad to
see you, since it was at her request that
| invited you to enter
Willie raised bis eyes tiuidly, and bent
them for a moment on the singularly
beautiful child, who had come forward
and frankly placed her hand in his.
There is something irresistible in the
witohery of beauty. and Willie felt a warm
glow crimsoDiDg bis checks, as, for a mo-
meus forgetful of everything else. he bent
his eye earnestly upon Lizzie. Then an
other feeling came over him, and with a
look Of shame at his scanty aud i'll. fitting
garments, be dropped her hand and iu-
voluntarily shrank back, as if seeking to
screen them from sight.
Perceiying the movement. aud guessing
its cause, Mr.. Dinsmoor, with view to
dissipate these feelings, led Harry and
Charlie, the younger boys, and told them
to make acquaintance with Willie. With
loud shouts of delight they displayed the
various gifts which St. Nicholas had bro't
them, and challenged his admiration.
EVerythiBg was new to Willie. His
childhood had not been smiled upon by
fortune, and the costly toys exhibited e.
licited quite as much admiration as they
could desire.
Occupied in this way, bis constraint
gradually wore of to such degree that
he assisted Charlie and Harry in trying
their new toys. Soon, however, the rec
objection that it was growing late, and
that he had yet to find bis way home.
came to bin, and taking bis Old hat he
said to Mr. Dinsmoor, in an embarrassed
manner:
My mother will be expecting me home
and should already have been there but
that lost my way, aad happened to look
in at your window, and you were SO kind
as TO let ne come in
where does your mother live, my lit.
tie fellowl' asked Mr.. Dinsmoor
'On-Street'
20. that is not far off, | will myself
show you the way, if you will remain
few minutes longer
Mr.. Dinsmoor rang the bell and order
dered plate of cake aud apples, as he
coDjectured they would not be unaccepti-
BILE to his little visitor.
Meanwhile Lizzie crept to her mothers
side and whispered: