The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1860-01-12
S ELECT TALE.
q New Years story.

repeated over ana over again. The costly
presents, always exchanged upon such oc-
casions, had been duly admired, and the
family of Mr.. Z. sat at the table in the ell
egant breakfast parlor, the very picture Of
home enjoyment, Everything within the
mansion bespoke immense wealth while
one could not fail to perceive that each
purchase, and every arrangement, had been
directed by what is still more desirable,
but, alas, more rarely found than wealth
"a pure artistic taste. The table service,
though far less snowy than that used by
many of their neighbors, was, to the glance
OF the cOnnoisseur, worth five times the
amount of that which others imagined
made their table 50 resplendent The
father, though past the prime of life, had
heart-warm smile and beaming eye,
which never could grow old while the
mother Che affirmed) had grown more
beautiful during each succeeding year of
their married life. Two daughters and two
sons graced the side Of the table, such
"olive plants as any one might feel pride
III seeing shoot up beside him. In the in
tervals of eating, the elegant ANIMALS,
which were among the New Years gifts,
were examined by some of the party, while
the others discussed the arrangements for
the day, and commented upon the expec-
ted callers.
''Sister, know one gentleman who is
coming here to-day" said George
''Do you who is it ?' inqired Blanche,
and in spite Of herself the color deepened
on her check.
"Mr. Chamberlain"
"Pshaw" was her involuntary excla-
nation. "Of course he will be here; he
always does come when We keep open
house"
"She was in hopes you would have said
Mr.. St. john" cried Willie, laughing
'but | guess he will come too, siss, for he
never took his eyes of, you at the concert
the other night"
"You stupid tease" retorted Blanche,
"what do care who looks at Inc ?"
a loud ring at the door startled them
''Can it be time for calls ?" and chow we
look ~ exclaimed the two girls in the same
breath.
"Don't run, it's only the carrier with
the Newly ears Address," said George,
peeping through window
"Fudge. he need not come here; we
don't want any of his trash"
go, yes, let us see what he has" said
the father, ''and at all events encourage
the boy by buying some of his addresses
tell them to bring him in here, George"
The young ladies tossed their pretty
heads when the printers boy came, and
his coarse dress and awkward manners con
trasted strangely with the elegance around
him; but his frank, open countenance
greatly pleased his host, who bought
copy of his little tale for each member of
his family, saying, as he passed them
around, another New-Year's present for
you" The piece of gold which he passed
into the boys hand caused thrill of
pleasure not to be mistaken. "You must
be cold, my lad," he said "take seat
here by the fire, and taste some of Mrs.
F.'s cakes and coffee. a happy Newly ears
to you. Be always industrious, honest in
word and act, and you may become dis
tinguished man, and are sure of being a
happy one" was Mr.. F.'s parting advice
to the little carrier.
81 guess he never saw such room as
this BEFORE said Ellen.
"Yet you may live to see him the own
er of finer establishment than ours as
strange things as that have come to pass"
said the father.
"Father, why is it you seem to take
deeper interest in Newly ears carriers
than in any other class Of the communi-
typ
II not only seem to, but | really do feel
a warm interest in them. | suppose it is
because | happen to know a story about
one, which is rather romantic"
"a romantic story Of carrier; what
was it, father?''
'I'll tell it to you all this evening, after
the hustle Of receiving visits is over
Your sisters are anxious to get to their
toilets, now, for | see knot Of spruce
young gentlemen coming this way. Who
ever gets here first in the morning is the
most ardent admirer, isn't he |' But the
girls were not there to answer his raillery,
having fled at the first announcement that
company was in sight; for, shocking to
tell, but what truth compels me to admit,
their beautiful hair was still in curl papers.
1t was scarcely arranged in graceful
ringlets before the door-bell was heard
again, and, from that time till night, there
was no cessation of its sounds, any more
than there was rest for the servants, who
repaired the attacks made upon the re-