St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-12-28
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Christmas story for the Little Ones.
By MARGARET EYTISoE.
Twelve o'clock at night-a bleak, cold,
starless December nigh:-as the last stroke
OF the big city ball clock telling the hour died
away the chimes IN the belfry OF neighbor-
ing church struck upa joyful peal. ''Chrisi-
mas Is here once more" they proclaimed far
and wide Christmas, merry. merry Christ
mas Is here, is here, Is here once moreP'
Two children dressed. or rather half
dressed, in seanty, ragged clothing, who
we're shivering behind pile of lumber on
the wharf at the foot Of q shabby street,
listened intentIy until they had ceased ring
Ing, and then the eldeE,a boy Of some eleven
years. began N speak, while bis companion,
girl Of eight, nestled closer TO his side.
''Wot lots OF fun folks III have a hoorosr'time
er-morrer," he said. They'll be er-laughin'
an er-singin' an er-eatin'. nv eyel won't
they be er-eatin'. You bet they'll be e--eatin,
II all the things seen 10 the market ter
day Is er-goin' 10 be deWoured. Tuasl wy
b'iieve If them had-er been put liz er row
they'd-er stretched all roun' this ward, an
this wards one OF the biggest wards in Their
city, an the hgh;iest. An Their chickens,
an ssssengers, an roast beef, an iysters,
an apples, an vegetables, AMI
'Ohi stop, Tommy, do" begged his sis
ter, elasping her dirty little hands. 81 can't
bear ter hear you go on so. You make me
so VERY, very orful hungry"
THAT'S jist wot was er comm ter, Cad, ~
said Tommy. ''Lots an lots Of folkes III
have lots an lots Of grub Their VERY fust
thing wen they gets up, but well have Ter
go er feelin' like or smashed penny balloon
till We gets our dinner ter Their Mission
"Wot'il they give US fur our dinner ter
tber MissIoni" asked Caddie.
| "W'Y, mostly ther same rs ther swells has
In their nobby res-i-den ces-es-turk and
stufin my eyei amt stuffn' gOodf You
bet. don't know which is Their gooderest,
Their turk or ther stufin'. guess both-an'
oranges, am sal'ry, an pie AM
.W0t makes them Missioners so good 70
US on ChrissmussF' suddenly interrupted
the girl.
20, 'esuse-'csuse Chrissmuss is-Chriss-
muss is-'eause everybody is extry good
Chrissmuss-"
'Wot furl" persisted Caddie.
30, cause. Wot a gal you are ter ask
questions, Csddie-'eause there was wunst er
baby horned one Chrissmuss Dsy wot was
Their beyuterfnllest baby ever seen, an He's
in Heaven now-that place that has Their sky
fur er floor an ware there's lots an lots of
angels er fyin' roun'-an' He tole Their
foikses that they must be good an then by
an by they'd come ter Heaven an be angels,
too, with nothin' to do but hy aroun' an,
sing. An'-an' Chrissmuss is His birthday,
an everybody tries ter be extry good ter
everybody. But they'll tell you all about it
a. the Mission ter-murrer ware we'll git tibet
turk, an Their sapry, aud Their pie, Their
oranges an apple tzrts. o, my eye -ther
turk an ther-'
so, Tommy. Tommy" again entreated
the little girl Seems though couldn't
stan' t. Their more you say them words
over an over agin Their hungr;er al hung
r'er gifts. An hope they won't tell Us
noihin' ter-mOrrer till US Is full, fur bad as
wants ter hear erbout that beyutiful baby,
know I'D die hsvin, ter listen with the
victusls erfore nv ewes. Oh bow cold it's
er gittin'. Say, Tommy, don't YOU wished
Us lived someware an didn't have to knock
erbout from one place TO ernOther an some
times have to stay in Their street Ike ter
nighti Then Us could hang up our stockin's.
The pigs foot woman's gal told me <trr-day
she's er nice gal, she is-she give me er
pigs foot with O'ny two bites outer Il this
mOrnin'-she told me she was er gnln' ter
hang up hers, an er ole gentleman. was er
comm ter put suptin' orful nice inter it,"
''Hangup our stockin'sip repeated the
boy with a sort Of snort ..Wiy We amt got
none. But we might have. msy be, IL we'd er
father am CT mother an er reel home with er
TIRE an CT bed ter sleep in, an n d
Didn't we never have no father or no
motheTf" again interrupted CaddIe
"'Course we did" was the reply. 'sThey's
dead, both OF ZEN. You was er little shaver
on'y Eve years ole wen they went away an
then Aunt Caddie let US stay by her TIL she
up an died, too. An we've had pooty bard
lines since then, sis, an don't YOU forxit Il.
But II that thief OF er beggar boy hadn't
hooked all ther money earnt ter-day err
ruBBi1' arrsBts, We wouldn't er-beeu err
squatnn' here ter-night. We'd er been in
Hot-eake Johnny's er suorin' er way after
satin' stude tripe with inions inter it, an
buckw'eat cakes with lasses onter ZEN,
AM"
Tommy, OIL dear Tommyi'' exclaimed
poor CaddIe.
Blamed IL don't forget all thertime, sis.
You see rs useter ter bein' hungry than wot
you is Bot say, Cad, s'Dose We make
o'ileYe we're CT havin' er supper, an vile
we'er er maxim 'b'lleve p;raps you kin 90 ter
sleep"
II kin make b'lieve er good ZEAL replied
Caddie solemnly, but I can't Tommy; I
emit make b'lieve AS hard n that"
''Well. let's tell wot we'd like ter have II
that ole gentleman, the pigs foot's woman's
gal tole you erbout wos er coming this way.
seen er pieter of him in er book shop win
der, an he's er queer lookin' ole chap, with
long w'ite w'iskers an er Jolly ned face.''
.Shoes IN stocEin's an er Mother Hub
bard Dress an er picter book You could
have ther printin' part, cause you kin spell
IL out 50 nice, Tommy; an err hat an fodder
an er doll. an on six candy hr.rts an four
frrsh crullers," said C2ddie. speaking as fast
as she could, her pale face dushing In spite
Of the cold.
'"Au' I'd take er sinner set NO." said
Tommy Il kin shine ekeal ter auy OF them
reg'lars n / on'y bad er chance, an then I'd
make lots OF money an I'd get place fur
rs ter live In an you could 90 ter school.
Caddie, an learn ter read an write. Hello,
s'wot's thatf'' he broke OF TO ask as = faint
little cry Of distress reached their ears. And
be crept cut from behind the lumber pile
and, going 70 the edge o. the wharf. peered
over into { e darkness below. Ths sound
was repeated little gasping me or.
Somebody's throred kitten OF Their