The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1883-12-14

Moody's and Sankey's once" This not
producing exactly the effect she expect
ed she continued with: o,
"Do YOU bnieve in SANITY Claws, JoeE ,
"WhAt? The fellow what comes down
chimneva and sich rubbidge2 DO you
think as I've got anything soft about
meP" Then catching the look OF disap-
p0intment on the gIrl's face, he hastily
added: ''Maybe there's Something INT
for girls"
"0h, / wish there was" exclaimed
SIS, tucking up her little bare toes be-
meath her skirts, for although 1t was
rather a mild uigAt for that time OF
wear, still, now the ire was dying out
and the feast fast disappearing, the coIo
air began to make itself felt.
Il don't s'pose Sanity Claws has much
time 10 bother about SIGH a shabby little
Girl as me, put I'd like a really, really
DOLL" and the Child'S yes shOne with
such a happy light at the bare thought
that some one outside the packing case
came very near ]betraying himself.
and, y" continued tie little girl, I'D
want him to bring you siCh q lot OF
things-a lovely big cake" Then think
ing that perhaps she was rejecting up.
on the sTnallness OF the one they had just
eaten, she quickly added: But il
couldn't be beauterfuller your'n."
"Whv, sis, | say, what's the matter?
you've got SIGH red checks and"
Have Il" and Sis little brown hand
went up to her face at Joe's words, as
she continued with-'perhaps it's the
lemonade"
"CrackyI what's that" and Joe gazed
open-eved as afolded'plece of paper that
had fallen from the sky, as disappeared to
him, right into his lap. "1f it's any Of
them boys" he calculated, jumping up,
"Iu put q head on en-"
ooh! Joe, look here, there's writing
on it, maybe, OIL maybe it's from Santa
Claws" exclaimed sis.
Although Joe muttered "fddlesticks"
his eyes were round with astonishment
when he read on the paper: For Mas
ter Joe and Miss SIS, and on opening it
found inside a ffty-cent piece and
more writing, or rather printed letters,
which read:
Santa Claus is very sorry that he had
nothing left 10 give joe anu sis tonight,
but if they will be at packing-Case house
tomorrow morning at ten, some
will be there to take them to q friend of
Santa Claus, where perhaps there will
be a really doll and a beautiful Gaze"
well, I'm blessed" was eli Joe could
utter, while sis, clapping her hands with
delight, cried out:
ooh, Joe, I knowed there was a Santa
Claws. Isn't he good2 Just think, he
calls this p~acking-case house; how fun
"Well," answered Joe, "there's the
money and there's the letter, and it
does look queer"
You'll be here, Joe, won't your"
questioned sis a little a%nxiously.
eyes, l guess so; l don't know Of any
other appointment to hinder" replied
Joe, with a grin, who was rapidly re-
covering his usual manner, and, after
q moments thought, he continued with;
II tell you what, sis: Wen get Moth
or Mack to put us up tonight. Wen
have jolly good beds for ace and a
breakfast thatll make your mouth wa
ter. Come along" 60 saying, Joe blew
out the light and deposited the candle
in his pocket while sis, tying her bon
net strings, followed him forth into
the night, casting a half.eXpectant look
around for the kind Santa Claus who
had not forgotten them. Thus, together
they pass out from the vacant lot, full OF
bright anticipations of the morrow.
3 q e y
A year had come and gone since the
night of Joe's treat and the very same
store where Joe purchased his Christ
mas Eve cake was again fullsof choice
dainties in that line, snd the ame old
gentleman was there; but this time, in
stead of gazing in at the window, he
was making his wayfinside, holding by
the hand a pretty little girl,
with sweet blue eyes and
silky fair hair, hugging a lovely doll
possessing a muff and fur tippet, while
accompanying them was a bright intelli-
gent looking boy. Both children were
neatly, even handsomely clad, All at
once the little girl exclaimed excitedly;
"0hl Uncle, there's the very same
cake man as last year. See, Joe, there
he isl | wonder if he will know your"
'Of course he won't sis, I've changed
my tailor since them" and the boys
laughing eyes twinkled with fun, while
the old gentleman chuckled until he was
red in the face, and the two children
had to pat him on the back to keep him
from choking.
''It must be q plum cake and big" was
the little girls order, and she had her
way. Years after, when she grew UP
and had q nice home of her own, she
used to tell her children about Joe's
treat and how through it two of New
York's little waits found such a happy
home.-Florence Revere Pendar.
Brown Stone.
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