The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1871-01-14

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sprcsd over her face, chasing away The
care: worn look OFF few. momeni BIO.
fore -
"You fed to poverty, tell suffering
oh !my darling, / hoped to have skel.,
ted you from, such .
II fcd from worse. Come, chez up!
all will yet be well. g / did not tel you,
the last time was out, 4 saw Carl
Graipgcr very mitch intoxicate ed ssIe is
living noW entirely on his expectatlohs.,'
s Manure mammal Kriss Kfississ
coming |. SEQ see!s Harrai Old Kriss
liked to have forgotten us, guess r.
ericd little Willie, shouting and clap
ping his hands.
Florence arose. to look out, when a
knock sounded on the. door; opening
whivh she behold standing belare: her
the old man of whome shc had Just been
sspcaking.
Come inl am glaaa glaaa to sse you {!
Where havcyou been tllis long time And
how did you. find us Z" Florcucs asked,
taking his hand AMI drawing him in.
II found very tseasily what hsd never
,tosA I've thought Of you sslsn, Su.
chose to como to-day. y Tits sod time
to come answered the old mi1s
"Comc SIT down. hore," said William,
getting up and offering his ssT1 COM
Portable chair.
wait a bit. IF j set dSSn,sI don't
want to get up soon. Bettst know FIRST
how long I can stay" answered the old
man, still standing. ssF 3 Is
"As long as you like. vs. arc poor,
very poor, but if you want home with
u.s., we will not send you forth. Sit
down." answered William. s.
s.Thc same unchanged r rnurniured
the stranger.
*What shall VIC call you! asked Flo
renec.. lsf Z.
''Kriss Kringlc! The chrildren call,
cd nreso Let them continue. And
you may say uncia, if Jon prefer" he
said. Z ( !.
A comical expression we.s on his face,
Isaiiies continued to play j SHOUT his thin
f,f'ssl -, e -
When Florence went ou to rprcrare
the frugal dinner, the old man called
the children, and listened to their lisp.
ing voices. William was Watching, very
much amused, when tho old mans words
were whispered, and little Willie, seem.
ing to understand lowered Ms tone, and
the heads of the old ahd the young we're
close together, ut some mysterious plot.
ting.
The fathers amusement was soon
changed to the greatest amszcmeut when
soon alter, as Florence came back, Will
lie ran mp, cxclaiming:
"Cbrstmps gift for mamma, and papa
t 90! kriss krinslc sent them TO you!"
1t was only little roll of paper. Opc-
ming which, they found, told in words
never palmer. No more poverty no
more toilingl" Many thousands of dol
lars they held in their hands.
They could not speak at fist. But
after a while. when they poured forth
their thanks, kriss Kringlc SAID
Your home is mine! you and yours
are mine! All have il for you! You
won it six years ago, bo,E cf you. And
that day, you had another friend with
you. | knew him by name before;
iearncd his nature then. i heard his
remark when was going out. Ha (!
ha !! He lost something then, didn't he ?
Eth 2"
Florence and William thought the old
man was vcry shrewd to have read the
hearts of all, that Christmas day. But
he meant not what they thought. They
know it in after years
"Ga, make our children happy" he
urged. "And, my good child, take
this" handing her more money, "and
make the poor old folks you meet, and
tho little chrildrea who arc looking long
'ngy in at the gay windows, mako them
happy too"
Oh, what joyous Christmas it was !
For five years the old man dwclt with
them, and then lie sank calmly to sleep,
loving hearts aud gentle hands soothing
him.
And then, from lawyer of high
stnndinn enn,o Tho sinr,l;,,