The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1884-12-31
A Christians NIGHT RAMBLE.

Mice night this for a rsmble," growled
Mac. as he turned up his ulster collar and
down the muiflers OF his cap.
Mae, coed fellow back Of his mouth, is
8 constitutional grumbler. You have seen
his kind-one who complains at everything
and everybody. The weather is either too
hot or too cold, too wet or too dry for him.
When q number were looking at the comet
two years ago, Mac said he didn't like the
style of its tail: thought 'twould look better
if fsn-shapsd.
Nobody but crank would insist on
sliding about town at 9 O'Clock on such q
cold Christmas night" he said'as we reached
the Circle and turned northward. The
fountains Hon. w. II. English's yard, now
two icebergs, shimmered weirdly,,under.the
mellow moonlight They look like sylvan
queens, i remarked, referring to the figures.
GAS I've never seen any sylvan queens,
can't say how they look" was the response.
Within English's Opera House large au-
dience was witnessing the performance OF
Michael Strogoff." Mr.. Anderson, the
manager, had Just telegraphed Congressman
English, at Washington, of the handsome
attendance and was Laughing with the audi
eDce over the ups and downs of the nomadic
Dutchman Of the play. The sea of faces
was ripping with Christmas smiles sud q
storm Of applause was on as We went out
the door onto the Circle again. "Bester
have stayed in there" Mac protested as he
buttoned his coat while we walked toward
Dickson's Grand Opera House There snoth-
er large concourse was testifying to spprscia.
ton of the Christmas is season of pleasure.
Proprietor Dickson and Manager Cook were
contemplating their splendid patronage as
the latter were the gorgeous spectacular
drama, "Storm Beaten"
Out again on the street, We light cigars
and with swinging steps 60 up PeHnsyl-
vania. A number of boys are pelting each
other with snow balls, and little imp
let's fly. one which taxes Mac squsrely on
the head. he turns and starts on an angry
run after the Youngster, but his heels sud-
denly fly from under him and Mac is floun-
dering On the snow, while the boys. with
szulting shouts, disappear around q corner.
wish I'd gotten hold on him." he NUT
tiers as he comes up standing. "What forR
to spoil the Christmas fun of the little
romp, old doldfums?"
On Meridian, to which we cross over,
sleighers ore making merry as only sleighers
can. How they sing and laugh in glee!
What bright words of repsrtee ere said as If
to guy usl Light as feet on velvet dancing
fall the boots so gsily prsncing as they
friskily fat by us
"Hear the sledges with their bells
Silver bellsi
What world of merriment their melody fore.
How they .inkle tinkle. tinkle
In the icy air OF night
While the stars that over sprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time. time, time
To the naturalization that so unsteady wells
From the bells, bells, bells bells,
Bells, bells, bells!
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bellsl"
Passing the residences Of the rich, we
glance through uncurtained windows at the
warmly blazing lights in which parents and
children srs grouped amidst sffiuent sur
roundings. There Is q drawing-room with
elaborate portraits and mirrors gracing the
walls, velvet and brecsde upholsterings the
furniture, while gold and precious stones
fash under the ornate chandelier. The
young woman with the dsiS, ripping hair
and sweeping lsshes, and sundown's
blushes upon her cheek-whst PIC
ture OF loneliness and perfect happiness
is sbel No wonder that the young
man who has Just called (ne was at the
Christmas tree of ''rhe Hsydens' the night
before) finds it impossible to restrain adj
miring glances. Even Mac is pursuaded BY
the fair vision TO pronounce 1t delicious.
But he spoils his compliment now by say
ing: "lts money that makes her lovely.
Take her out of that house and her jewels
and fine dressing, and you would not be
standing here looking at and quoting verses