The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-12-17

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ooh, that must have been fne!' ex-
claimed Willie, sitting up in his excite
ment, and forgetting how cold it was
outside of his patchwork quilt. Cant
you sing it to me, old North Wind?"
"I'm rather hoarse from that last
bio" answered the wind, "but I'll try.
Ahem hum ahurn!
CAROL
"'Noel, Noel, Noel,
Who is there that slngeth Noel?
1850 it is I, Sir Christmas;
Welcome, my masters more or less (!
Come, in Christmas!
'God be VII you, sirs. I've tidings sure
Christ is bsrn of virgin pure,
In an stable He is laid.
Now sing we. and be naught afraid,
Noel, Roeln"
"That was beautiful p cried Willie.
his blood tingling in his veins with de-
light at the mystic, quaint words and
melody. "And what happened after
that ?"
"The old baron opened the window
and threw out great handful of silver
money, and wished them merry Christ
mas. Upon which they all cried out
together, Merry Christmas, and God
save you, my lord and my lady'
"Then they went away, and I blew
myself off. Twenty-Five old witches
on broomsticks were waiting for me to
give them a lift, which [ did, clear over
the moon, from whence they won't get
back again in hurry; and then, be-
fore you can count ten, I was in an old
town in the heart of Germany.
"What jolly rout was there, to be
sure Ny crony, the moon, was shin
ing bright and lustrous, making the
white snow look whittier. Sledges full
OF Joyous youths and maidens were
dashing to and fro, their sleigh-bells
singing out a thousand merry chimes;
the shop windows, blazing with light,
were crowded with beautiful presents.
On the frozen river throngs of skaters
were gliding and flashing past each
other, or all came together in general
upset, amid roars of laughter.
''But the rarest sight was the old
burgomaster's house. In the saloon
stood great tree. Hundreds of tapers
cleaned and sparkled among it's boughs,
which were filed with books, toys, and
gilded nuts. Two or three lovely young
ladies were still busy adding to its
treasures.
"There, I think everything is DONE
[ heard one of them say. The next
moment the great folding-doors were
opened wide, and in rushed such a
crowd of children and after them the
rest of the family and all the servants
dressed in their best. And such clat-
ter and blatter beg&nl I could not
have made myself heard if I had roared
nay loudest
'Ach, Scho4a i! ach, Watnder-schon ?
(oh, beautiful! wonderfully beautiful y
they were all shouting at once, as T
took myself away, and dare say they
are shouting, 'Ach, schOn p yet."
"Oh, dear how should like to have
been there " sighed Willie. 81 like
that better than the other one. I wish
grandma and I could have a real merry
Christmas. But may as we'll give up
wishing. 1t will never happen, Ikno,O."
"Hist !" shrieked the north wind
"You haven't heard all. After I left
Germany I blew away like great guns
across the sea, for I had to come here
with my cousin Jack Frost, who is
making your little round button of a
nose as red as beet this very minute.
If you don't stick it under the quilt, he
will have it off before morning, per-
haps."
Willie clapped his finger and thumb
to his nose in hurry to see if it was
all there, and then nesting under the
quilt, he cried eagerly:
Well, go ahead, old North Wind,
and tell me what you saw out at sea. "
=" / saw ship" answered the wind,
swaying, surging, struggling amid the
great ink-b black waves. 1t seemed as if
the least of those huge watery walls
rolling over would overwhelm her, but
the sturdy helmsman, calm and fearless,
stood at the wheel and kept her on her
course. And when the night watch
came near grumbling because it was so
cold, he only cried heartily, christmas
Eve, mates cheer up! The night cam
last forever, and tomorrow is the
blessed Christmas morning."
cit won't be for me, ;" said the listen
ing boy, with long, deep sigh.
Willie!.'" cried the wind, with this
time reproachful tone in it's roar,
Willie, for shame Never give up
your faith in the goodness of God who
made us both AS sure as you are
curled up warm in that trundle-bed, a
ship came across the ocean for yoa
three days ago. I helped blow it over
the sea, and am now blowing the drifts
from the cottage-door SO that your
merry Christmas can come in"
Mine what is it, what is it p cried
Willie, bouncing clear out of bed.
Never you mind now it's coming,
l tell you, as sure as my name is North
Wind, Esq. Good-night;" and away he
roared and shrieked down the road
growing faint, faint, fainter, till his
] voice died AWAY in silanca or else Willie