Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-21

be back in month--that's my opinion.
I'd come back if were he and Essie had
given me the glove to wear next nv heat.
Provoking little thing not word would
she say; only drew herself up with trag-
edy air, and flashed her bright eyes at
me. And yet she's only known the
handsome scamp half year, and I-why,
| I've loved her ever since I saw her first
one summers day ten years ago, a cum
ming, rosy-cheeked golden-haired girl,
standing near the school-nouse, looking
after the big dog ttat had snatched her
lunch basket, and ran away with it, with
a queer look on her sweet face, as though
she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
| gave her my lunch-two apples and a
piece of gingerbread-and bought her a
new basket, though it took almost all
the money I'd been saving for months
fol the Fourth of July, leaving me only
enough TO buy two packs of tre-crackers
and three pin-wheels. And this is how
it ended-ha ha !"-laughing sardoni-
cally-"ike fire works in smoke. I
couldn't have expected anything else
from such feathery headed little thing.
ESTES to pretty to be constant to one, es-
pecially when that ones Ptolemy Lolli-
yer, carpenter, blunt and rough looking,
and the others Arthur Godfrey, book
keeper, handsome and we'll educated
Great heavens! how I love her!''
"7ou do! squeaked an old woman
against whom he had run. ''Then you'd
better 60 and tell her so, instead of up
setting market baskets. and knocking
honest folks down and walking over
them," which, to put it mildly, was a
slight exaggeration.
II beg your pardon, am very sorry"
SAID Ptolemy.
"Pick up the potatoes, young man, and
I'll believe you," said the old woman.
My back is too lame and stiff to bend
land there's an onion rolled into the gut
aer."
"Potatoes, onions, love and jealousy"
said Ptolemy, abstractedly, as he collect
ed the scattered vegetables "what a
strange mixture!"
>'Leave out one Of them ingredients,
and put bit of meat in its place, and
it'd be very nice mixture,'' said the old
woman; "and then let it go slow-slow,
young man, over slow fire, and you'll
have no reason to be dissatisfied with it.
Merry Christmasn'
Any other time he would have burst
into genial roar, and given the old wo-
man two merry Christmases for her one
with "God bless you, auntie," thrown
in, but now he did not even smile, but
thrust his hands into his pockets again
and, walking rapidly away, took up the
thread the basket had broken.
"Ill see her once more, though I told
her tonight we'd parted forever, and I'll
ask her again, seriously and calmly this
time, for aoas in rather temper last
night, if she gave him the glove; and ii
she refuses to answer, OF if her answer is
YES I'll be OFT myself to some foreign
and for year-or two-or three. or TWEEN.
y" And waxing angrier and angrier he
went on: "She always was firt, and al
ways made me wretched. There's Frank
Mears, she danced with him almost all
evening at Kate Guinea's party, and Al
Adams carries violet in his pocket-book
she gave him last spring; and as for this
dandy book-keeper, she's smiled so sweet
on him every time she met him that it's
been with the greatest difficulty I've
kept myself from knocking HIM down.
Hang it! if had him here 2couZd knock
him down." and he squared off and shook
a formidable fist at the empty air, just as
from the basement of the small church
he was passing, rang out in sweet child
ish voices a verse of an old Christmas
hymn
"And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace:
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface."
Christmas morning. Essie Smith sat
in her pretty little sitting-room, holding
her pretty little hands over her pretty
little ears. In truth the noise was deaf
ening, for ESTES modest apartments
were only small part of the big house
in which she lived, and all the other
rooms were blessed with two or more
children. Whistles and TIN horns were
being blown, drums were being beaten,
rattl IS sprung, and all kinds of animals
Santa Claus ANIMALS, I mean-were ut
terlng, or trying to utter, all kinds Of
cries, and apparently alive to the import
ancc of the day, and anxious to contrib
ute each his mite to the rejoicing, ESTES
canary, taking second breakfast in de-
sultory way, sang loud and shrill after
every Seed.
Esther was saleswoman in a large mil
lnery establishment, and very glad she
was of a holiday that really soas a holi-
day, for most Of the days so called were
for her the hardest working days of all.
A pretty girl-a very pretty girl,
with frank, hazel eyes, shad-
ed by wonderful long, curling lashes,
and bronze brown hair arranged in some
mysterious manner, in puffs and waves
and braids, all mingled together so that
you couldn't tell where the puffs began
and the braias ended.
The waves however, rippled away
from low white forehead, and down be-
hind two pretty little aforementioned
before, believe-and lost themselves in
the braids at the back of the head, and
just above the left ear was stuck a CO.
Quettish little knot Of blue ribbon.
Essie was not alone. Brother Joe was
there, too, his chair tipped back on its
hind-legs, and his feet on the window-sill,
reading thrilling romance in The Won
der Of the World. Brother Joe was three
years younger than his sister, and cash.
boy in the same store she frightened by
her presence every day, Sundays and hol-
days excepted, for moderate salary paid
weekly. Suddenly he threw down the
psper, dropped his feet on the floor, and
converted the chair from a ,biped to
quadruped with a thump that made the
fower-pots on the window-sill tremble.
"Oh, I say, Essie,,' he shouted, ''take
down your hands; want to speak to
you. Shut up, will your to the canary;
and springing from his seat, he grasped
the two little hands, bringing away with