The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1880-10-27

quarters IN London there were three
vely busy people. These were Mrs.
Hnckett, Miss llackott, and Master
Ilackott. They were working upBtuirs
III an attic room, sitting about II table ON
which there were dolls, doll-hcads, doll
bodies. All about the room were boxes
Of dolls, undrcsscd except for those in
oyltablo little pnpcr-cmuDric slips which
seem to cmbody the only lnaIcnublo
right THAT dolls have in this world.
Were tho Unckotts-Mrs., Miss and
Maater-drcssinP dolls TO help out be-
lated Santa Claus? No. Were they
making dolls? Again, no. They were
unmuhlng the creatures.
First, the lovely dours were beheadod.
Then they wcrn ripped open about
whore their cayirlcs would have been if
the duIl-makcrs hadn't left the clayiclcs
out Of Tho dnrliugB When they were
all rIpp"l. and gaping in u CHASTITY way
from shoulder to shoulder, they wore
cmptod Of what would have been their
vital organs if il hndu't been Bnwdugt
Then the hcads and bodies were stuffed
like Thanksgiving turkey, not, however,
with oysters or curry iorco-mcnt, but
with costly lNces--Iaces fit TO adorn II
Duchess.
Mr. William IInckett was going to
cmigrato to America. He was going 10
open toy shop and lace shop in the
United States, and make his fortune.
He had put his means, tho gatherings
and savings OF thirty years Of work and
economy, into fine Ioccs.
When the Custom House officials
boarded the incoming steamer, Mr..
Hnokott, without hesitation, reported his
dolls md toys, and stood by while his
wnrcs were rummnRed 80 roughly that
Master Hackctt, alsO standing by,
thought that somo Of the doII-hcaGs
must surely burst open md lot out their
secrets. But the investigation ended
without any cracked skulls; duty was
paid on tho dolls, whiIo the laccs passed
in free.
The TTarkclls in good humor, took
rooms, aud again the dolls were behend-
ed, discmbowcIcd, and reconstructed.
The laccs were worked over and cnrdcd
II toy-shop was opened, and Master
llackett, instead Of going off to fight tho
Indians and 10 yet scnlpcd was sot to
keep it, while Miss IIuckett presided
over the lace shop. You and ! know
why her Iaccs could be sold at low prices
low prices bring quick snIes-thus Mr..
Hackett coon found himself back in
London, ready to bring ont another
lotof immiwantdolIst to find homesinlit-
tie Yankee GirIs' hearts, In the meantime
some things had happeucd-nmong 9th
ers, the Chicago fire. BY this, many
and many u little girl was left doll-less,
and many boy top-Icss. All over tho
country, from New England, and New
York, and Ohio, and the great North
west, and the Pacific coast, whiIo NAM |
mas were boiling, md baking, and pick |
ing boxes of clothing for the burnt-out |
folks, and pnpas were giving their
checks freely, the dear little bows 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 camo around,
mo children Ill the land stood by their
blessed old snint aud friend. Many
Christmas box they sent to Chicago for
this and TINT burnt-out Sunday school.
And 10 it came that there was q Christ
nlas-tree for n certain Presbyterian Sun
day school in Chicago, MI Of whose
gifts had been sent by children of no.
body-lmew-what places Chat is to say,
nobody knew by the timo the articles
had reached The tree.
Among other things on this certain
tree was n wonderful dolly, in a marvel
ois dress of pink gauze.
of [ could have that" said josie
Hawley, "ld stop crying about my
burnt-up dolly"
"Why don't you pray to get it ?" said
Patsy Clark. ave been praying for
that pict1ro-book mp there ever since
first saw il"
"Well, WILL" said little Josie. -
She put her hanls up to her eyes, !
md, looking through her fingers to keep
Nv NN'btoN 'ioh III SiRIl, Hllt HtlU .
Now lay mo down to sleep,
pray the Lord ny soul h. keep;
III should die before wake ,
els that the right way? Il prny :
he - Santa Claus has looked il !
Town /" she cried.
A Indy had just whispered to Santa ,,
JIans. He was looking straight into :
'osie's eager face.
"This beautiful doll" he said, ais ',
or the good little girl, Josie Hawley." g.,
Oh whore was the little girl who had i,
emit that pretty doll2 She ought to .
ave been there to sec Josie's radiant, y
Apply face, ~ two eager arms were !
cached out to receive the beauty. '
One day, in tho following January,
lrs. Hawley was thinking, in despond-
ig mood, of her ruined fortunes, when Ii
nsie ran into the room, crying: {
"Come quick, mamma My dolly is II
.ownded all to pieces in tho baf-tub." 81
"Why, Josie, what have You been
'ingp" said mamma, fastening to tho
th-rOom. Ill
az gived her baf; her wanted BAT
bad, said Josie.
There, in and on the booming deep, al