Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-12-24

was brought In filled with hot spice,
ale, and every one drank from it in turn
crying, 'Waes hazel, Sir Christmas
And then the waits came and stood be
meath the windows-boys aud girls from
the neighboring village-and sang tn,
strange, sweet old carol which thei
forefathers had sung in days long gon
by"
''Oh, that must have been finer" ex
claimed Willie, sitting up in his excite
ment, and forgetting how cold it wa,
outside of his patchwork quilt. Can
you sing it to me, old North Wind?"
"I'm rather hoarse from that las
| bio, answered the wind, "but I'll try
Ahem hum! alum!
'''Noel, Noel Noel
Who is there that slngeth Noel?
$50 it is I, Sir Christmas;
welcome, my masters, more or less,
Come, in Christmasi
".God be wi you, sirs. I've tidings sure
Christ is bsrn of virgin pure,
In an OK stable He is laid.
Now sing We. and be naught afraid,
Noel, Noelr"
That was beautiful 7" 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
togethe- Merry Christmas, and God
save You, my lord and my ladyr
Then they went away, and I blew
myself off. Twenty-Five old witches
on broomsticks were waiting for me TO
give them lift, which did, clear over
the moon, from whence they won't get
back again in a hurry; and then, be-
fore you can count ten, was in an old
town In the heart of Germany.
What jolly rout was there, to be
sure My crony, the moon, was shin
ing bright and lustrous, making the
white snow look winter. Sledges full
of Joyous youths and maidens we're
dashing to and fro, their sleigh-bells
singing out 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 its bouehs.
which were filled with books, TOYS. and
gilded nuts. Two or three lovely Young
ladies were still busy adding to its
treasures.
There, think everything is done,
L heard one OF them say. The next
moment the great folding-doors we're
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 began / could not
have made myself heard if had roared
nay loudest
"'Ach, schon ach. ,Dander-schoya >
(oh, beautiful wonderfully beautiful y
they were all shouting at once, as l |
took myself away, and I dare say they
are shouting, 'Ach, schoa = yet"
"Oh, dear how 1 should like to have |
been there :" sighed Willie. "I like
that better than the other one. I wish |
grandma and could have a real merry |
christmas. But may as well give up |
wishing. 1t will never happen, Iknoy."
Hist !" shrieked the north wind |
You haven't heard all. After 1 left |
Germany blew away like great guns
across the sea, for 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.
Ii you don't stick it under the quilt, he
will have it off before morning, per-
laps."
Willie clapped his finger and thumb
% his nose in a hurry to see if it was
all there, and then nesting under the
luilt, he cried eagerly:
Well, go ahead, old North Wind,
md tell me what you saw out at sea-"
:" L saw a ship" answered the wind,
: swaying, surging, struggling amid the
yreat lnk-black waves. It seemed as if
he least of those huge watery walls
,olling over would overwhelm her, but
ne sturdy helmsman, calm and fearless,
food at the wheel and kept her on her
course. And when the night watch
anne near grumbling because it was SO
old, he only cried heartily, Christmas
Eve, mates; cheer up! The night can't
asst forever, and tomorrow is the
blessed Christmas morning.
1T won't be for me, said the listen
ng boy. with long, deep sigh.
Willie !" cried the wind, with this
lme reproachful tone in it's roar,
Willie, for shame Never give up
our faith in the goodness of God who
made US both As sure as you are
urled up warm in that trundle-bed, a
hip came across the ocean for you
hree days ago. helped blow it over
ne sea, and am now blowing the drifts
rom the cottage-door SO that your
Jerry Christmas can come in" /,
Mine what is it, what is it - cried !
Willie, bouncing clear out of bed.
Never you mind now it's coming,
tell You, as sure as my name is North
Wind, Esq. Goodnight" and away he ,
pared and shrieked down the road.