The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-12-25
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getting into the carriage had made. him
think of her. Oh how. good it was that
she was up in heaven, and s., could not be
hungry And she had said, ~never tell a
lie, never steal"
He sat down on a doorstep, and began TO
cry. 1t was very cold now, and he was SO
chilled that the tears froze on bis thin
cheeks. He curled himself up in the corn.
er. If he only could get to sleepl
"Hillo?" said a cheerful voice, and some
one shook him by the shoulder. you'll
freeze to death here It's pinchin' cold
You better run home"
Let me be. / haven't any home, And
/ was alalost asleep. You've brought all
the old rain back"
Jon rf'ar dragged up the forlorn little
object, aod scanned the thin blue face.
"Wherc have YOU been 2"
"Station-house and SUCH" the child an
ewered, sullenly "After old Molly died.
they turned me out. hadn't any capital,
so had 10 60 out of trade. I've tried to
beg"
Joe stood considering, What would
Granny say if he brought tho poor thing
home ? "Dont ask another one to your
Christmas party" she had said already,
''there won't be room for EN- to stand on
one foot"
Joe drew his sleeve across his eyes,
Somehow his heart had grown very tender
since he had been going to the mission
school. A little sense flashed into his mind.
On Sabbath, Mr., Linley, the mast splendid
man in the world, Joe insisted to Granny,
had been explaining to the boys how even
the Saviour or all the world had been house.
less.
81 wish I'd been there !" said Joe, man
fully, "Id took Him in.
"Joe,' replied Mr. Linley, "when we
do such thing for the poorest and mean
est, we do it for the Lord" And then he
read the beautiful communication the Sa-
viour was to bestow at the LAST upon those
who did what they could In this world, pic
turing their blessed joy and surprise as they
said Lord, when saw we thee hungry
and fed thee, or sick and mnlstered unto
.hee?" He had way of making such vivid
pictures, that the boys used TO listen vile
eyed and open-mouthed
So Joe had announced to Granny that he
meant to give Christmas patty, and told
her his plans, as he always did.
81 thought you was a-going to get that
nice new jacket And you have just money
enough"
"Ill wait, two or three weeks for that.
You see it's so much nicer on Christmas
don't understand bit how the Saviour
did come down to earth, but it seems coed
TO think He was little boy, though He
was good sight bettern any Of us. When
you think Of all that, you seem to get nigh to
Him, just as do to Mr.. Linley. And may
be, if we ask in the poor and the lame, He
will look down and think Joe Diller is try
ing to keep Christmas the right way.
There'll be lame Tom Jenkins-you know
he was run over by the horse cars-and
Humpy, whose mother is dead, and the lit
tie Smith that set up in the paper bust
ness, and Kit Benner, who's been sick and
lost his place, and"
1t was then that Granny had said "Dont
ask another one. There won't be room
enough for 'em to stand on one foot"
"And we'll have rousin turkey-I
know where we can get one real cheap
and cranberry sauce, and pickles, and
mince-pie. A regular feast, and no mis-
take y
He had found two more; so there were
six of them. Joe was newsboy, and took
care Of Granny, who was too old to do
much of anything, and almost bert double
with rheumatism. They had a room Oh
the second floor of a tumble down barrack,
and one small bedroom out of it but Gran
ny thought it almost palace, because Joe
was so good to her.
"Come along" said Joe 10 the little va
grant. thinking somehow of the Lord of
all, who had no where to lay His head.
"For maybe if he was here" soliloquized
the boy, 1--WE shouldn't be able to tell Him
from anyone else. And it's just-any-
BODY"
He took the little estrsy by the arm, and
hurried him along. His feet seemed hard
ly to touch the ground, they were so cold
and numb. He didn't much care even if
he was being taken to the station-house.
But he wasn't. After while he felt the
warmth and heard the voices. but be was
so tired and sleepy, that he dropped into
8 little heap before the fire and Joe said:
"Let him sleep, Granny !; it'll do him more
good than anything else"
'But Joe, we can't take care of him all
the time; and" Granny stopped there,
looked into Joe's eyes.
cts Christmas eve, Granny. feel that
We oua LI to do something, even if we have
only q napgtr TO take people into"
By-,n1-ov Tom Morgan woke up, had
sorne supper. and told his brief story. 1t
was 81 IKE huudIi ds of others, only his
mother vas beautiful lady. He had seen
some one IN the street this morning tho
looked jut like her.
srrart and clipper, Granny, and I'll soon
ASve lin in bushes again"
T-iA's cheeks were very red the next
morning, and his eyes were very bright;
moreover, his voice had a curious tremble
in it; bu. he declared he was quite well. 1t
was so delightful to be housed and warm,
and have no great hungry pangs gnawing
st his heart Joe went out awhile, and
Granny prepared her turkey to roast Tom
thought there never had been such a sa-
worry igrance since the world began.
1t was famous Christmas feast. There
was lame lin, with clean face, and a new
red neckte to do honor to the occasion.
Humpy, as the little fellow was called, who
sold pins, tape. and shoe strings on the
corner, and had grown deformed from Il
bad fall. Kit Benner, looking white enough
and thin enough to frghten you. Three
others and the little stray Tom, besides
Granny in new calico gown.
Such time as they had They were so
crowded around the table that they had
hardly elbow room. They made jokes,
laughed, drank Grsnny's health in the fra
grant coffee, and were as happy as the hap
piest.
At Mr.. Llnley's they had grand tree,
Nelly, dressed like fairy, distributed the
gifts, carefully laying ASIDE those or the
poor. OF course they could not ask such
people in to their festivities. 1t was honor
enough to hang the gift on their beautiful
tree. Then Mrs. Linley played, and they
had some charming carols.
They had two or three at Joe OILERS.
He had learned them at the mission school,
Tom begged to lie down in the corner by
the stove, for he felt a little chilly, and his
head was aching.
80 joe won't yon sing again?' he plead
ed. ''Its like heaven. Mother used to
tell me about it, And do you suppose that
the Lord Jesus cares for little bows who have
to live on the street and sleep where they
camp Sonnet mes they can't help lying and
stealing"
"Yes, He does care. Mr.. Linley told
me so. You see," and Joe laid his fore
finger in the palm of the other hand; "you
tl.. II.a he