Omaha daily bee., 1882-12-30

would only make II worse for him,
and the bitter cold harder to bear. 1
know my taste is open to criticism,
but I'd rather be q fire. plug or o street
lamp than q car.driver in this weather.
And as for the horses, poor dumb
things, it makes my heart ache to
think Of them"
swell; you've got nerve, l think! A
6re-plug tslking about his heart" said
the lamp post, ipottering frightfully
in q fresh gust of wind. sit was only
yesterday you got out OF order and
wouldn't work at all and poor old
Aunty Simons' little bakery burned
up entirely, and no insurance"
"The sassy thing! and you went out
last week and left us all in utter
darkness and shat poor young letter
carrier was robbed and beat over the
head with q sand bag, and left for
dead on this very spot"
"Good gracicus!" said the police.
man, jumping away briskly, "It /
stay here much longer I'll hear some
other horrid tale. l guess I'll try my
luck at the rattle. I'll bet a dollar
Jimmy Monahan's in there, and his
beat is further off than mine"
swell, It SHOWS" said the cash boy,
half crying with fear and cold. at
amt no use looking for that dollar
bill now; the snow has covered II up.
I guess they'll discharge me and keep
my weeks wages, too. Oh, I don't
see how l could a lost 1t
"What's the matter, my poor
childi' asked q kind hearted girl 60
ing to q great house with q bundle
a most beautiful white satin dress,
embroidered In pansies and moss rose
buds for q fair young debutante to
wear at her first ball.
"Lost q dollar! Don't cry; that's
o small matter; Of course, its not to
you, though; wait until l run into
Miss Woolton's with this party dress.
I'll give you a dollar. I made II all
myself, md mother and I are going to
buy our winters coal and o Christmas
turkey with the money. I did 1t
cheaply, too; but the bill Is high, I
fear; at least they alw avs pretend 30;
but 1 can spare one dollar out of forty.
six"
The boy dried his tears aud took up
his Christmas dream of three dollars
and what he could buy with 1t, whist.
ling until the girl came down the walk
bitterly weeping.
81 can't help you any; they said I
was late and the work looked horrid,
and that they should not pay me now
until after New Year, because I was
not there at 4 o'clock. 1t is only q
trick to keep me out of 1t. What
shall l dot We have depended on
this for two weeks, and I have worked
night and day, scarcely stopping to
eat or Sleep"
Into the o~urtained recess of an arch
way two walters strayed, painting for
breath, their happy hearts beating
high to the pulse CT the music, while
the perfume of dying roses pervaded
the atmosphere.
"How lovely you are, Miss Wool.
ton. What q beautiful dress. Pressed
flowers, are they not, or painted, per.
haps2"
mo. 1t Is embroidery imported
from Naples; the poor nuns in the
convent there do such work beauti-
fully, but at fabulous prices"
And the great, good God sits In the
high heavens and sees and hears 1t all.
On, wsltzer, In the mad'ning crowd,
While sound the timbrel and the fife.
See'st thou the grave,t the worm, the shroud?
I pray thee live another life.
"It SHOWS fast now" said the burly
landlord, drawing on his mittens and
turning up his velvet collar, as the
snow drlfted into every nook and cor.
ner, and likes nothing better than to
get down the shirt collars of fat land.
lords. 1T SHOWS, and all my tenants
will be whining horribly about the
high rent and no work, but that is
nothing to me, out they go, every
blessed mothers son of them; before
the new year If they can't pay. Do
they take my houses for charity inHti.
tutions, l should like to know7 I've
made money; nobody ever gives 1t to
me, and I'm going to keep 1t, that's
more. I'm too lenient, that's what L
am. I'll Just stop and get me q Tom
and Jerry. It's bound to be IN awful
night; I'm nearly frozen In this ulster,
Tired with a blanket, and sealskin
gloves. l wonder the carmen don t
die; but, pshaw! they get used to It,"
All, landlord, SO they do, and they
get used to lying In paupers' graves,
where corporations and fat landlords
have driven them. Think of this as
you sit toasting your feet to blazing
fires Christmas eve, when the angels
are chanting In the skies aid the
chimes are ringing In the church.
Think of the April grass that shall
spring and grow on the graves of hard
pressed creatures driven by stony
hearts into the eternal peace and free
rent of the church yard. If you do
not think of them now you will when
you lie, remembering all the sins you
have committed, in that hour when all
your millions could not purchase one
poor little moment of time; and all the
selfish past rolls away like a ftful
scroll, and the inaccessible wall of the
yet to be rises before you.
SIT SHOWS very fast, DEAR" said
little Janey's mother, tying an old
shawl about her cara and giving her Q
kiss on the red lips. "Run fast with
your basket and when you've given II
to poor old Mrs. Holland come home
as quick a you can; / shall sit up for
you"
"Will Santa Claus be here then,
mammal" asked Janey, with the light
of expectancy In her darb eyes.
81 dent know, my darling; l am
afraid not; Santa Claus never comes
to poor folks, you see."
"But Santa Claus told you to send
thia hankat In Mra Holland the