The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-12-24

MISS Harlow, III sheer pam OF dlSpleaS-
ure at the arrangement, also drew to-
gether, and found balm in each others
discomfort. The curtain swept aside ON
the last picture. Here were light, color,
and beauty to attract all eyes; Jupiter
Tonans sat on his throne in awful ma
jesty, grasping Il bundle of lightning
rods, and before him stood Juno, queen
ly and graceful, gazing up at him.
"Good gracious" calculated Mr..
Blake; and then he discovered that
Simon ThOrne was beside him. "Your
daughter and my son, Mr.. Thorne,
eh?"
ats well, sir, that the play don't
come often, to put nonsense in their
heads" replied Simon, steadily.
Mr.. Blake eyed thepOor man askance.
An encore was demanded, when Ju-
piter descended from his elevation with
4 crash, and the foundations of his
throne We're revealed in q ricketv ia
BILE and 4 chair, supported by Nicholas
Croker.
"Any thing to bring him to your
level" sneered Nicholas, as Jupiter fell
at JunO's feet.
The paralyzed nymphs who drew the
curtain forgot their office, and loud
laughter greeted the chagrined god and
goddess. After hat Mrs. Boyle sat
down in a corner and put her handker-
chief to her eyes. Then she rose hero
ically, and demanded, elias Nancy
Hopkins Gomez"
Laurelton saw Mrs. Boyle appear
before the foot-lights, holding in her
arms the Baby. Careful, loving
hands had decked the tiny debutant
in IN embroidered frock. coral, and
sash. Two doll-like red boots, Gift of
the shoemaker, made themselves
prominent; and there he sat, blinking
at the lights which bounded his little
world.
"Baby thanks his friends, and wishes
them a merry Christmas" said Mrs.
Boyle.
Laurelton gave vent to its en-
thusiasm amidst smiles and tears,
while the hero blinked at the red
boots and the lights. The actors
We're less enthusiastic. Mischievous
Nicholas was sullen, Miss Harlow prim,
Jupiter humble before Juno, who pout-
ed and turned away; but the Baby
made money all the same.
Christmas Day, with 4 keen wind
sweeping over the snow fields, and the
mountains rising like marble ~pinnacles
against the deep blue sky.
Antoinette stood ut her window, which
was Il little bower of tropical green de-
fying winter outside. Jupiter entered
the gate; Antoinette ran and locked the
house door, then sank into a chair,
trembling. Why should she shut him
out, when she would rather see him
than any n in the world? She allow
ed him to tap repeatedly, and turn
away disappointed. Gone. How chill
the day grew! Oh, why had she done it.:
She opened the back-door, and slipped
down the hill by the side path. Who
so demure as Antoinette when they met?
Jupiter had Il host of necessary eXpla-
nations to make aboutthe tableaux. His
manner was hurried and uncertain. An
toinette's olive cheek took a richer glow
beneath his eager gaze. There
was subtle delicious con-
sciousness in the very atmosphere
Of the little liying-room, and Jupiter
insisted imPeriously on having the
monthly rose, pride of the win
dow conservatory, placed in his button
hole.
Was it a dream that the gods beauti-
full mouth met her own in a sudden
kiss? Was it a dream that old
Mr.. Blake looked in the door at the same
moment? Visions these might be, but
Simon Thorne coming up the path with
large envelope in his hand was real in
lie triumph of a great happiness.
FEATHER, father, it's the patent at
.lst.n
She drew him into the room. Mr..
Blake peered at the paper.
"Why, this will make you a partner,
"Thank ye, sir, but I think shall
ouild my own mill now" said the in
Jupiter took An~toinette,s hand and