The Osceola times., 1875-12-18

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spoke to his daughter: "My dear
there was child in a store, this morn
ing, whose story interested me. H,
has an invalid mother, and / promised
him SOME wine and fruit for her. II,
will be here soon. VIII you attend t,
these things 1t Is Christmas and W,
must remember the poor"
The lady left the room; and the ole
gentleman resumed his walk, "Christ
mas he muttered. Fifteen years
fifteen years Oh. Hattie, my child
where are you this Christmas night p
The large parlors soon filed with
guest. Music, dancing, and merri
ment were at their height, when -tw,
children came upon the broad snow
covered step in front of the house.
"Oh, Anna !" said Charley, "isnt
it fine in there ?" and he leaned owe,
the railing to look in at the window
"Listen you can hear the music
don't they look pretty, dancing? Oh
Anna, see the little boys and girls
See, that little girl just about as big a.
you; amt she pretty, in her white
dress, with gold rings on her sleeves
Don't she look like an angel? Oh, Anna!
don't YOU wish you lived in a big house,
and had white dresses, and dancing,
and music?'
"They are coming to the door, Char
ley" said Anna.
The children were led into the wide
hall, and stood over the furnace regis
ter, warming their cold fingers, while
the servant wentto find Miss Pomeroy.
Soon they were surrounded by little
children, dressed in gay, pretty clothes,
who clustered, full of pity, around the
children who had no Christmas pres
ents. Miss Pomeroy herself brought
out the basket. As she came near the
group, she hastily placed the basket
upon the hall table, and came to Anna.
"Child! child" she cried, while the
tears coursed down her cheeks, "who
are your
Gamma Pomeroy Dugarde.'
"My little namesake! my niece |.
Oh, my child. my sisters little one
Father The old gentleman came
hastily at her call. "See!" she cried,
sis she not Harriet's image? Look,
father Oh, this is Christmas night !.
Once again, ! pray you, forgive my
sister,
"Anna the old mans voice trem-
bled-" is this not forbidden subject"
"But she is sick poor her children
begging on Christmas night! Father,
| pity her-forgive her, Children, all
of you, plead for your aunt-your little
cousins! Nellie! Lola! oh, will yeu
not all speaky'
a handsome man now came from the
parlor and spoke to Charley.
Your name, my manw
"Oharles Pomeroy Dugarde.'
"What my name? Why
at is Harriet's child, Charley" said
Anna Pomeroy. Father! ahl you
weep. Father, may we 60 and bring
Harriet here?'
"Ies, 60; take the carriage and
bring her here said Mr.. Pomeroy.
"She can't come" said Charley;
"she's got no bonnet and shawl; she
sold them for medicine, ever so long
ago
In carriage piled with soft furs and
cushions, Charley and Anna went for
their sister, while their little namesakes
were taken by Lola and dressed-Anna
in a white dress, to Charley's great de-
light, and the young man himself in Il
warm suit of his cousins.
Harriet lay on the hard mattress,
watching for her children. The fire
was low, almost out, the room bitter
cold, and the invalid longing, with in
tense desire, for the return of her
children. The time passed slowly, the
fire went out, and, in the dark, cold
room, went up a prayer for pity and
petition for her children. She felt the
cold creep through her limbs, and she
fancied she should die without again
seeing Anna or Charley.
"This way" said voice on the
stairs; and moment later her land
lady entered, bearing aloft a candle,
and followed by a lady and gentle
man, laden with furs and shawls. The
lady dropped her pile, and sprang to
the bedside.
Harriet Oh, my sister! to find
you in this place.
"Annal is it indeed you? Is my
father dead, that you can come to mey'
"Not dead, Harriet, but forgiving.
Come, sister, you must come with us. ;"
Gentle hands wrapped her in warm
clothes, and her brothers strong arms
bore her to the carriage. A large, soft
bed, a warm room, and low, loving
voices around her, seemed like dream
of paradise; but when her father, lay
ing his handupon her head, called down
Heavens blessing on her, then was the
cup of joy full.
The day that closed that night at
Mr.. Pomeroy's was, indeed, merry
Christmas "
WOMAN IN THE GRANGE RoOM.-The
benefits resulting from the union and
equality of sexes in the grange room are
| ,r,.I,ulablo IL IL tho tenIoncy of iynn.