The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-12-04

"scuds" or candies and cakes, lad
other indigestible compounds, alsolis-
in the same ample receptle.
"Humphl trust the little Rdls- =
childs have wellseasoned stomach to
dispose Of all that trash" thoughtslr. 4
Caleb, sarcastically. Though in al- II
ity he could not have told whetherlis Il
brother was a bachelor or a Benect,
so long had been the feud between r
them. And then, Mr.. Caleb Chirrp's c
humble abode was many, many bleks q
removed from the aristocratic precipts
of "West End" where his brother D. /;
sided.
The elder Chirrup-for Mr.. Roths~i
child was the elder seemed at last to
have completed his purchase of edibles,
and paused in front of flower-stall,
where he selected apot of crimson and
white chrysanthemums.
"The very pot" thought Mr.. Caleb,
glunly, "that picked out over a
month ago, as Christmas present for
poor Patty.
"Poor Patty" was Mr.. Calebs wife.
Mr.. Rothschild, however, deposited
his purchase in the basket, and trudged
away, in blissful ignorance of the
shabbily dressed brother. glowering at
him from the window across the street.
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"What-what's this?
Mr.. Caleb Chirrup had ascended to
the two second-story rooms he called
home, had kissed his wife and babies,
shook hands with his sister-in-law, and
had hung up his hat and overcoat,
preparatory to eating his supper.
There were no signs Of guinness
here, for Mrs. Patty and her sister,
Miss Melissa, looked cheerful and slnil-
ing, and wore their faded print dresses
as if they had come from the richest
silk-looms of the East.
And the young Chirrups had clean
faces and pinafores, and looked as
happy as if Santa Claus" was not in
tending to give their stockings the
.'go-by" on that particular Christmas
Eve
But Mr.. Chirrup still felt little
glum, as he thought of the empty
stockings and other veXatlons, and he
turned to the tea-table in some inn
patience. But -."What's this?" he de-
manded, starting back as if snake
had bitten him. And no wonder he
started, for on the table lay man.
moth turkey, plump and yellow-breast-
ed, squads of vegetables, punches of
celery, dozens of ripe bananas, golden
rinded oranges and lemons, piles of
candies and confectioneries, and,
fragrant and blooming, pot of Grim
son and white chyrsanthemums; a
familiar-looking market basket also
stood on a chair by the table.
Mr.. Chirrup was about to pinch him
self, to see if he was awake, when
"Merry Christmas, brother Caleb"
sounded in his ear, and forth from
some mysterious corner came Mr..
Rothschild Chirrup himself, sleek and
well-kept looking-nobby hat, gold
headed cane and all! merry Christ
mas, brother Caleb" he repeated, ex-
tending a well-kept hand. T've been
been waiting all these years for you to
make some advances towards truce.
But since you still remain adamant, l
concluded to make them myself. So
let by-gones be by-gones, if you are
willing, and let us be friends hereafter,
as well as brothers,
Then turning to the table, he held
up the fat turkey, turning it round
and round, just as he had done on the
market.
"a fine fellow, isn't he? got the
biggest / could find in the market, on
purpose for yOu,"' he added. .And
the pot of flowers peace-offering to my
sister-in-law, if she will accept it," he
added, while Caleb still looked on, hall
dazed.
And the children's stockings were
not destined to hang empty after all
that Christmas Eve.
And better Christmas dinner, or q
party to eat it, was not found anywhere
that Christmas Day. For Mr.. Roths
child Chirrup proved to be an ole
bachelor, and so very willingly accept
ed an invitation to dine at his brothers s
And Miss Chirrup's sister, Mis-
Melissa, being an old maid, she ant
Mr.. Rothschild very romantically fel
in love with each other, and whel
another Christmas Day came arount
Mr.. Rothschild was no longer bach
elor, and Miss Melissa no longer al
old maid.
And when Lawyer Ledgerly grev
well enough "to be seen" again, h
was obliged to provide himself wit
another clerk, as Mr.. Caleb had gon
into partnership with his brother il
, the mercantile business. Whit
neg Clark.
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