Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1866-12-26
= G@rtY;lI.s|tlnas il STORY.
STORY .FoRIHE LITTLE FOLKS.

| Merry SGhrtstpas W hiy JouuS ie-''' -
| As old Anthony, aieguarly imported African who
belonged to my faqer Oncr, Il hope this is nc
reasonable remark, md am in no danger oi
heinz sni,i,cd ofato "Casllc Thunder" for the
same,l used to :sa5,j. a Nelly Ciissmas to cbcry
| one of YOU. .Hops4 Jou lib to see ten tousand
more. y don't s,fj5ptse you will care to live quite
so long either, Without you could be dipped occa-
sionolfy in a.cerfEin fabulous stream and rejuYe-
mated thereby:
I:haye a sparticfiar regard for li!tlo folks, SO
will try an giyc2s5ou q sketch to amusc you, one
commemorative q he season.
A few years \ s, Sn absight beautiful Christ
mas mo s.ssss--s5ai.h clamOrsus tongue
and CORY hand, had laid waste our bright and
beautiful Southern land, there was great stir in
certain household rot hundred miles from
this incorporated town of Edgciicld. There were
busy feet, and buster hands, and agrcatratlirg Of
tongues, for on that evening at nine o'clock an-
other Of "Grandma's' famous Christmas Trees
would shower down q wealth of boarded treasures.
Tho stockings had been mysteriously filled the
night before by that arch little elf st. Nick and
the raisins, candy, nuts and apples devoured rs
sort Of prelude to breakfast; but that was moth
inc to what was to come. Old Chris must have
given his funny little head a more cunning nod,
and his queer little pcrked up chin moro decided
witch than usual, as he win;cd at the little curly
heads which were so cozily smOthcred in blankets
that frosty morning, and thought how much de-
light his bounty and good nature had provided.
"Dasher, and Pranccr, and Dundcr, and Blixcn, "
must have painted tremendously if every other
home was as we'll supplied as this one was, with
good cheer, and gay toys But lot me digress
long enough to Introduce you to my ardmatis
pcrsonn@.
First then, was Grandma, in her cozy nook BY
the fire, directing and projecting, her placid and
benevolent face looking almost rs young as some
of her daughters, Notwithstanding the frOsts Of
thrcc.scorc years and ten had fallen upon her once
raven hair Grandma was, and still is, an exalted
parsonage in the estimation Of her descendants,
and no greater treat lay in storo for the children
and grand children, and great grandchildren than
one of her yearly festivals. Ncxt.c the Old
Doctor" bending, not quite under tho weight OF
years, but rather under the heavier. weight OF
thirty years of country practice I'll lay wager
that he had ridden moro miles On his grthess
saddle, given moro bread pills and swectcned wa
ter, had moro consultations with hy!stcrcal wo-
men, moro hair-breadth escapes from tumbling
over tho heads of his s,cods, &C., &C., than any
other Doctor in all these Con-United States.
Well, never mind what kind Of practice he be-
licved in, kc is great fuvorite with all the old
aiing women, at least in the community.
On this particular day he was running hither
and thithcr, poking his head in tho flour barrels,
his fingers in tho sugar barrels his nose in this,
aud his feet in that, until his better half threat
encd to comb his head with three legged stool
if hedid not be quiet and behave himself. She,
poor woman, ran here and there fussing and fI-
ming, asking for a dozen things at once, and
some of them the ones sho wa, needing, and look
ing ms if sho thought Christmas would never
come again, she was in such q stow. Then there
werc Marys, and Katys, and bellies, and benux,
and among the rest two little cousins whom shall
name Lizzie and Sophie, and who had perfect
mania for Cats. Anything in the shape of cot
was pcttcd to death-or nearly so-by them.
Lizzie had four, beside Trusty, her flee dog; and
Sophie, scvcn. Now, the grandmother, being old
and lonely, prevailed on her son-in-lnw the old
Doctor, to moro over, and take care of her in her
declining years, and when tho last wagon of
furniture left the door in the morning, there was
n loud shout heard, and cry "You'vo forgot the
bag" you've forgot the bag" and here came
a stalwart darke Juggling tremendous bag, with
six cats, each almost as largo as q good sized
mastilr, 10 put in. They were lifted in, and when
the owner of the aforesaid natural curiosities
took hor aeat in the carriage, with bundle in her
arms, she was accostcd by her mother with,
"Why, Sophie, what have you got wrapped up SO
in that great shawl ?" "Nolhing but poor little
kitty, ma hated to put her in the bag with
tho big cats you know" She had just left her
Feline cemetery where she had laid twelve others
away decently, her fathers pill tiles doing duty
yiyors had been decorated with black ribbon
round tho neck as mourning. A short time bo-
foro eur story opens, hnc largo mouser, named
PEARL had disappeared, and his little mistress,
and her sympathizing cousin, werc inconsolablo
at his loss. How many hcart-wrung tears wero
shed for poor Pearl Some vile dog, or riler boy,
had killed, tanned and cut his beautiful skin up
ints shoe strings. Tho boy, mot tho dog) had
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