St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-12-28
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A Christmas story for the Little Ones
BIZ NARGARKT EYTINGE.
Twelve O'Clock at nights bleak, cold,
stariess December Digh;-as the last stroke
OF the big city hall clock telling the hour died
away the chimes in the belfry OF q neighbor-
ing church struck mp a joyful peal. "Christ-
mas is here once more they proclaimed far
and vide. Christmas, merry. merry Christ
mas Is here, Is here, Is here once morel"
Two children dressed. or rather half
dressed, in scanty, ragged clothing, who
we're shiverng behind pile Of lumber on
the wharf at tSe foot OF q shabby street,
listened Intently until they had ceased ring
ing, and then the eldeF,a boz Of some eleven
years, began To speak, while his companion,
girl Of eight, nestled closer to his side.
''Wot lots Of fun folks III have a hOoroartime
er-morrer," he said. They'll be er-laughip'
an er-singin' an er-eatin'. Ny eye, won't
they be er-eatin'. You bet they'll be er-eatiu'
II all the things seen In the market ter
day Is er-goin' TO be dewoured. TurksI Wy
b'lieEe IL them had-er been put In er row
they'd-er stretched all rOun' this ward, an
this wards one of the biggist wards in Their
city, an the hgh:iest. An Their chickens,
an sasseugers, an roast beef, an iysters,
an apples, an vegetables, AMI
''0hl stop, Tommy, do" begged bis sis
ter, clasping her dirty little hands. 81 can't
bear ter hear you 20 on so, You make me
so VERY, very orful hungry"
THAT'S jlst 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
90 er feelin' Ike er smashed penny balloon
till We gets our dinner ter ther Mission"
"Wot'h they give US fur our dinner ter
Their Missionir asked Caddie.
''W'Y, mostly Their same as Their swells has
in their nobby res-i-den ces-es-turk and
stufiin'-my eyei amt stuffin' goodl You
bet. / don't know which is Their gooderest,
Their turk or Their stufin'. guess bo,h-au'
oranges, an saIry, an pie an"
''Wot makes them Missioners so good to
US on Chrissmussf' suddenly interrupted
the girl.
30, 'esuse-'eause Chrissmuss is-Chriss-
muss is-'cause everybody is extry good
Chrissmuss.
''WOt furp' persisted Caddie.
30, cause. WOt a gal you are ter ask
questions, Caddie-'cause there was wuust er
baby horned one Chrissmuss Day wot was
Their beyuterfullest baby ever seen, an He's
In Heaven now-that place that has ther sky
fur er floor an ware there's lots an lots of
angels er iyin' roun'-an' He tole Their
fOlkses that they must be good an then by
an by they'd come ter Heaven an be angels,
too, with nothin to do but fly arOun' an
sing. Ann Chrissmuss is His birthday.
an everybody tries ter be extry good ter
everybody. But they'll tell you all about 1t
at the Mission ter-morrer ware we'll git tibet
turk, an Their sal'ry, aud Their pie, Their
oranges an apple tarts. o, my eye -ther
turk an ther-"
80, Tommy, Tommy" again entreated
the little girl. ''Seems though 1 eouldu' Z
stan It. Their more you say them words
over an over agin Their hungr'er an hung
r'er l gifts. An hope they won't tell US
uOthin' ter-mOrrer till US Is full. fur bad as /
wants ter hear erbout that beyutiful baby; 1
know I'D die havin'te ter listen with the
victuals erfore my eyes. Oh, how cold it's
er gittin'. SAY, Tommy. don't you wished
erbO1t from one place to ernother an some
times have 10 stay in Their street like ter
nightl 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 gniu' ter
hang up hers, an er ole gentleman was er
comm ter put suptin' .orful uice inter it'l
@Hang up our stOekin<n, repeated the
bow with sort % snort WY we amt got
none. Bot We might have. may be, II we'd er
father an er mother an er reel home with err
IRE an er bed-ter sleep IN, an --''
'Didn't We never have no father or no
motheri'' again interrupted Caddie.
.'Course we did, !" was the reply. "Theyis
dead, both Of 'em. You was er little shaver
only Eve years ole wen they went away an
then Aunt Csddie let US stay BY her till she
up an died, too An we've had pooty hard
lines since hen, sis, an don't you forgit IT,
But II that thief OF er beggar boy hadn't
booked all Their money earnt ter-day err
runnin' srrants, We wouldni: er-been err
sqHattIn' here teF-night. We'd er been in
Hot-cake JohnDy's er-snorin' er way after
eatin stude tripe with inions inter 1t, an
buckw'eat cakes with lasses onter 'em,
AM
Tommy; obi dear Tommyi'' exclaimed
poor Caddio.
BLAMED IL don't forget all ther time. SIS
You see rs useter ter bein' hungry than wot
you Is. But say, Cad, s'Dose we make
b'ileye we're CT hasin' er supper, an vile
we'er er maxim 'b'lieye p'raps you kin 20 ter
sleep"
81 kin make b'lieye er good 'eal,r replied
Csddie solemnly, "but ! can't, Tommy;
easl'f make b'lieve as hard AZ that"
swell, let's tell wot we'd like ter have IL
that ole gentleman, the pigs fOot's Eoman's
gal tole y0n erbOut Eos er coming this way.
Iseen er picter OF him in CT book shop win
der, an he's ct queer lookin' ole chap, with
long w'ite w'iskers an er jolly red face"
"shoes an sIockin's an er Mather Hub
bard oress an er picter book. You could
have Their prinun' part, cause you kin spell
IL out so nice, Tommy; an CT hat an fodder
an CT doll. an on six candy hearts an -four
frssh eruilers," said Csddie, speaking as last
IS she could, her pale face flushing in spite
OF the cold =
sAn' I'd take ,er sinner set up,'' said
Tommy. II kin shine ekeal ter any Of them
req lars If on'y had er chance, an then I'd
make lots Of money an' I'd get place fur
US ter live in an you could go ter school,
Caddie, an learn ter read an write. HeIol
s'wot's taatl'' ne broke off to ask rs faint
little cry Of distress reached their ears And
be erept Qua from hehinds the lumber pile
and, going 10 the edge OF the wharf, peered
over intD tre darkness below. The sornd
was repeated-a little gasping me ov. v
somebody's throwed n kitten OF Their