Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-06-03
Her Capacious Stocking.

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III my stocking" remarked the ire
presaihle Arianna. slipping herself
upon tee edge OF the bed and Arranging
her bare toes comfortably on the bacl
OF the char wb ,ch had served her as ,
stepping-stone.
Really? erie ! Madge, in surprise
looking up from her treasures; % wha
did you haye?"
30, L had a looking -glass-a bis
look ag glass;" went on the young wo
man, ecstatically, land "a"
Nonsense said John; "peoplt
don'5 have looking glasses in thei
stockings"
" fes, dey 30, Mars John; and yor
ougAtnt TO say nonsense, when yor
ain't seed it, 1t was as fine as any
loohipg-glass in dis here house."
-" How big was the stocking?" asked
Gerald.
"pat's just it; it were bigger'en al
these 'tockings put togeader. De tru
arn, Santa Clau' had such lot of bis
tings dat be JUS had to stop and sew ~
u Sheet
"a Sheet cried all the children. il
amazament; what else did he put il
it?"
Well" said Airy. "dere was d,
lookiDg-glass and pair of new shoe
wild real cotton shoe-strings: and q Wa,
daul wat shuts its eyes and den open.
EN-, when you say boo. quick; an'-an
a new lews-harp; an one dem tings lik,
Mars Gerald's, dat you play music on
only heap bigger'n hisn; whv, il,
bigger an mel"
"Oh, Airy" cried Geraid. lookin.
rather disconsolately at his sccordeon
" is that really true?"
son. we'll, dere's lots more; dere
was hoop skirt
"Oh, Airy, what funny present."
You jes' wait till you see me wearin
it. You won't think it funny den. An
deres a spockethandkerchieii :
Den dare was lot of fine books, all
bibles. wild picters and cows and sheep
an alligators."
"Go on, Airy" said Madge. IT.
the queerest stocking 1 ever heard of
was there any more in it?'
J." Heaps!" replied Airy instantly
"heaps. Der was big red beads. a
big as you slIs' fifty. Del
dere was candy and apples. and straw
berries and cream, cheeses and fire
crackers. and more looking glasses"
Dear me, Airy" interrupted Madge
why did Santa Claus give you 81
mapy lookipg-glass-s? You know 70,
are not at all pretty"
"Ill tell you why, Msdge," sait
John, who had gathered up his belong
ings and nov stood at the foot of th,
bed, listening scornfuily; becaus,
there isn't word of truth in what tina,
girl IS saying. Aunt Dilsie, what die
Airy have in her stocking last night !?
Nothin' as / knows of, honey, bu
holes" remarked Dilsie, frowning a
her offspring. =" She always is got dem
an de onliest way knows 'er keepip,
EN- mended is to lock 'em up. Wat
dat gal been a.saying?" she continued
noticing the reproschful looks tn
children cast at Airy. MARS John
you can't believe one word dat come
out er dat gals mouth; she can't tall
de truf even in her sleep."-I" Five
Little SoUtherners.
When Shall We Meet Againp
The following is one of the most bril-
liant paragraphs ever written by tn
late lamented George d. Prentiss:
The fiat of death is inexorable
There is no appeal of relief from th,
great law which dooms as to dust
We flourish and fade as the leaves O
the forest. and the flowers that bloom
wither and fade in q day, have n,
Trailer hold upon life than the might
lest monarch that ever shook the eartl
with his footsteps. Generations of mel
will appear and disappear as footstep
on the shore. Men seldom think of tn
great event of death until the shadoy
falls across their pathway. hiding from
their eyes the faces of loved ones who's
living smile was the sunlight of thei
existence. Death is the antago aist o
life. and the thought of the tomb is tn
skeleton OF all fears. We do not wan
to go through the dark valley, although
the dark passage may lead to paradise
We do not want to 60 down into dec
graves. even with princes for bedfel
lows. In the beautiful drama of IoH
the hope Of immortality. SO eloquentl
uttered by the deathdevoted Greek
finds deep response in every thoughtfu
mind. When about to yield his life
sacrifice to fate, his Clemanthe aaked
they should meet again. to which h
responds: I have asked that dreadful
question Of the hills that look eternal
OF the clear streams that flow forever
of the stars, among whose fields of azur
my raised spirits have walked in glory
All are dumb. But as Igaze upon th,
living face, / feel that there is some
thing in love that mantles through it
beauty that cannot wholly perish
We shall meet again. Clemanthe.'