Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-24
EFow Some Dolls Broke the Law.

4uoItSIo LII AOLuOH tuof0 were three
very busy people. These were Mrs.
Hackett, Miss Hackett, and Master
Hackett. They were working upstairs
in an attic room, sitting about table on
which there were dolls, doll-heads, doll
bodies. ALI about the room were boxes
of dolls, undressed except for those in
evitable little paper cambria slips which
seem to embody the only inalienable
right that dolls have in this world.
Were the Hacketts- Mrs, Miss and
misunderstanding dolls to help out be-
lated Santa Claus? No. Were they
making dolls? Again, no. They were
unmaking the creatures.
First, the lovely dears were beheaded.
Then they were ripped open about
where their clavicles would have been if
the doll-makers hadn't left the clavicles
out of the darlings. When they were
all ripped, and gaping in ghastly way
from shoulder to shoulder, they were
emptied Of what would have been their
vital organs if it hadn't been sawdust.
Then the heads and bodies were stuffed
like Thanksgiving turkey, not, however,
with oysters or curry force-meat, but
with costly laces-laces fit to adorn a
Duchess.
Mr.. William Hackett was going to
emigrate to America. He was going to
open toy shop and lace shop in the
United States, and make his fortune.
He had put his means, the gatherings
and savings of thirty years of work and
economy, into fine laces.
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When the Custom House officials
boarded the incoming steamer, Mr..
Hackett, without hesitation, reported his
dolls and toys, and stood by while his
wares were rummaged so roughly that
Master Hackett, also standing by,
thought that some of the doll-heads
must surely burst open and let out their
secrets. But the investigation ended
without any cracked skulls; duty was
paid on the dolls, while the laces passed
in free.
The Hacketts, in good humor. took
rooms, and again the dolls were hehead-
ed, disemboweled, and reconstructed.
The laces were worked over and carlod ::
toy-shop was opened, and Master
Hackett, instead of going off to fight the
Indians and to get scalped, was set to
keep it, while Miss Hackett presided
over the lace shop. You and 7 know
why her laces could be sold at low prices
low prices bring quick sales thus Mr..
Hackett soon found himself back in
London, ready to bring out another
lotof immigrant dolls to find homes in lit
tie Yankee girls hearts. In the meantime
some things had happened-among 9TH
ers, the Chicago fire. By this, many
and many little girl was left doll-less,
and many boy top-less. All over the
country, from New England, and New
York, and Ohio, and the great North
west, and the Pacific coast, while NAM
mas were boiling, and baking, and pack
ing boxes of clothing for the burnt-out
folks, and papas were giving their
checks freely, the dear little boys and
girls were getting tops and dressing dol
lies to comfort the burnt-out children.
And Santa Claus, you must know, was
one of the heaviest sufferers from the
great fire. Thousands and thousands
Of his Christmas toys were destroyed.
But when the great holiday came around,
the children In the land stood by their
blessed old saint and friend. Many a
Christmas box they sent to Chicago for
this and that burnt-out Sunday school.
And so it came that there was Christ
mas-tree for certain Presbyterian Sun
day school in Chicago, all of whose
gifts had been sent by children of no.
body-knew-what places; that is to say,
nobody knew by the time the articles
had reached the tree.
Among other things on this certain
tree was wonderful dolly, in a marvel
GUS dress of pink gauze.
eff [ could have that" said Josie
Hawley, "Pd stop crying about my
burnt-up dolly"
"Why don't you pray to get it % said
Patsy Clark. give been praying for
that picture-book up there ever since T
first saw it. %
"Well, I will" said little Josie.
She put her hands up to her eyes,
and, looking through her fingers to keep
the coveted dolly in sight, she said
Now lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If should die before wake
Is that the right way? Il pray
the - Santa Claus has looked it
down p she cried.
A lady had just whispered to Santa
Claus. He was looking straight into
Josie's eager face.
"This beautiful DOLL" he said, sis
for the good little girl, Josie Hawley."
Oh |! where was the little girl who had
sent that pretty doll? She ought to
have been there to see Josie's radiant,
happy face, as two eager arms were
reached out to receive the beauty.
One day, in the following January,
Mrs. Hawley was thinking, in despond-
ing mood, of her ruined fortunes, when
Josie ran into the room, crying:
"Come quick, mamma Ny dolly is
drownded all to pieces in the baf-tub."
why, Josie, what have you been
doing?" said mamma, Fastening to the
bathroom.
81 gived her a baf her wanted BAT
so bad, said Josie.
There, in and on the booming deep,
with cataract roaring from the open
faucet, was the beautiful dolly, all I'm
pasted. One fair foot and the fairer
head had gone to the bottom of the tub.