The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-12-26

| OnrlSI-cnllu II COlHlHS lo-hiSho W "'n
papa whether his little girl has been
GOOD or not. IF she has been naughty,
papa, what will happen to herp' ooh,
[ should be so sorry for her, he ans
wers. And if she has been good, what
then, papa?' oh, she will soon see: ,
Then YOU and mamma sit outside until
papa opens the door and calls, Come
| i'm Then you 90 in, and there is a
blaze of light, and beautiful green
tree all glittering with tapers and pretty
things, and a lovely pink angel with
bright little wings is lowering from the
ceiling. Then papa says, My dear
little girl has been so good lately, and
the Christ-child was so pleased when |
told him all about her, that he left all
these pretty things behind for her. ,
then he kisses you, and you throw your
arms about his neck, and mamma
comes, and-Oh, mother! mother!" cries
the little child, bursting into sudden
to finish her picture.
"Hush ye!hush We! my poor mother
less bairn." says the old woman. ''lt's
no good thinking on old stories like
these. You'll see your dear pretty
young mother again some day, If you
are always as good as YOU are now.
"But indeed" she goes on, mutter-
ing under her breath, 81 sometimes
think that the sooner He above takes
us both to Himself the better it will be
for us, and none the worse for the
world. Well, well, we must trust in
God. She has lost her earthly father,
but she has One in heaven still"
u.-PREPARING FOR THE CHRISTMAS
TREE.
Meantime, in another room in a diff
ferent part of the city, Christmas is be-
ing discussed with even more eager
ness than in Dame Bridget's dingy
apartment. 1t is on the parlor floor OF
a handsome house, at the end of long
avenue. 1t has q substantial look OF
comfort about it, and the room we are
in at this moment, the''mother's room,
looks especially coy. There is a
bright fire burning in the stove; near it
is the sofa, on which two ladies are sit
ting deep in conversation. Two or
three busy young people are sitting
round a table by the window using up
the last glimpses of daylight in finish
inc off odd bits of work for the beloved
Christmas tree.
81 say, Isabel" cries handsome
boy, who is making liberal use of gold
paper, scissors, and gum-pot in the
manufacture of chain festoons to be
hung presently on the tree, ''if L were
YOU / should leave those carriers until
nextyear You drop more stitches
than you knit"
81 SAINT leave zem," pouts Isabel.
''Zcy shall be done in dood time, oo'l
sec. Oh dear! how Eat stupid sits is
WINNING down.
sLet me look at it dear says gen.
tie looking girl whom they call Anna.
Sheis visitor, daughter of one of the
ladies on the sofa.
A quick catching of the offending
stitch with her deft fingers, and lsabers
good-humor is restored.
''Sally sail have her darters," she
shispers, after knitting few more rows.
''Zey re finissed now"
.sAnd so are my chains cries viii.
Gamma, what are you doing, | should
like to know"
"Only finishing up, like the rest of
YOU"
By-and-by chains and carriers both
are ready and laid with the other things.
Then they 90 downstairs to finish dec
Grating the tree.
Meantime the two ladies continue
their conversation.
And you never heard more of
themp'
mol 1t was most complete dis
appearance. We were in 4 remote part
OF the country wncn the crash came,
and knew nothing of IL until long after
ward. Otherwise we might have help
ed them.
'But they might have written. 1t
was very strange that they did not. v
.Thcy did writc-at least Ida did
but never rot the letter. II was lost
bv the servant to whom il was given to
post. had the confession from the
girls own lips. My brother-in-law was
very proud. and probably, when no
answer came to his wife's letter, he
would forbid her to write again.
"And you took steps to discover
thcm?'
YES. AS soon rs it was possible for
us, my nuSDanu ana went 10 licipHlS
to make inquiries in person. We could
hear nothing of them, however. They
had gone of quite suddenly; people
supposed to America, but nobody knew
for certain"
"They had no children"
'Yes; they had dear little girl. The
principal reason l am so glad to return
to my girlhood's home is the hope
have of finding her. l fear, from the
fact of no one having heard of them
since they went away, that they must
be dead. But we may find the child. "
God grant it, my dear friend!' says |
Mrs. Lister "But let us now put away
such thoughts for tonight. | hear my
young ones calling out for me. They
are eager to have everything in the
German fashion Anna has told them OF. "
III.-ruE DISCOVERY.
son parting with Dame Bridget, Lot
tie ran off, eager to get glimpse of
something that might recall her former
life Her father, she remembered, used