Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-12-18
CHRISTMAS CAROLS.

It was Christmas Eve all over the world.
In thousand homes loving hearts, happy or
sad, were filled with thoughts of kindness, and
sympathy, and love. Busy hands were weav-
| ing offerings for the morrow, and busy feet
were fastening homeward to cheerful; wait
ing fresides. In pleasant homestead a
young girl of sixteen was busily engaged in
adding the finishing touches to some dainty
bit of workmanship. She formed pretty
picture herself, as she sat curled up in the
deep window sill, where freight, brightning
in twilight flashed its warm color over her
shining hair and delicate cheek. Her soft,
dark eyes shone with a. subdued but earnest
light, and the 1.-THE figure managed the dainty
material of her work with graceful and dett
manipulation attractive to the beholder The
beholder was a gray-haired man, who occu-
pied thegreat arm chair in the window corner
of the fire place, and who leaned upon MS
cane and watched the pretty maiden, fair
young Rosamond, at her work, and smiled to
think how like she was to another Rosamond,
he had known, and loved, and buried, in
the years so long gone by.
"Keep good watch, Grandpa" said the
| fresh young voice. "Don't let anybody scud
along your side unbeknownst," as Biddy says
"I'm afraid Papa will steal march on me-
wouldn't have him to see this for pretty
Isn't it beauty? Won't be be pleased with
it? Come now, Grandie, dear, don't look so
solemn and owlsh. It's Christmas Eve What
are you thinking of so deeply?"
The old man looked up and smiled.
81 was thinking, Rosa, Of how good and
how pleasant it is to have Christmas come
and to have one day in ell the year on which
there is so much good will. l was thinking
how all these love gifts that we make to each
other, and all the kind feelings we have to-
wards one another, 60 to form precious love
gift to the Lord of Christmas. Indeed, the
"peace on earth and good will to man" thai
prevails on Christmas Day, is the "Glory tc
God in the Highest"
"Thats beautiful, Grandpa, DEAR" exclaim
ed the girl. ats genuine Christmas Carol
1 always did say that my Grandpa's fresidf
lectures were sermon and hymn all in one
Oh, dearie me, here comes Papa up the steps
with his arms full of bundles. Let me rum
And gathering up her work Rosamond wen
from the room.
At the same hour that Rosanond's papa as
cended the steps of his beautiful home, anoth
er father entered the door of all humble cot
tage not far distant. He bore no Christina
bundles in his arms. His eyes were sad ant
his manner detected. Before the cheerful fire
whose ruddy blaze lit up the small, lo7
room, young girl was kneeling while sh
toasted slices of bread for the evening meal
"It's Christmas Eve, Papa" she said, will
lively nod of welcome. "Stoop down ant
give me good, sweet kiss; this fire is toast
, ing my cheeks as well as my slices. Nam
ma is putting Bud to bed. lie went sount
asleep on the rug and Wouldn't wake up
g Tea is all ready now. fwish Harry was here.
May be it was the cheerful ire warmth, o
maybe the bright young face and CHEEKY tone
of the little daughter that wrought the charm
, Il only know that the sad eyes brightene'
to smile as the father looked lovingly int
the upturned face of his child. The room
was cosy and comfortable, although the fur
niture was plain and the adornments of tn
!, simplest kind. The table was spread for tea
t and the cloth and cups and saucers, AM
plates we're speckless and shining, and lai
~kwith scrupulous nicely. The teapot simmer