Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1885-12-26

pomps and vanities, yet with good sound ,
sense withal. IL
"Come along with me, neighbors.
Brother Tanner of this city exhibits
panoramer in Music Hall for his church.
| He invited me to come. It's dollar
admission; no tickets given away. You'd
better come"
They did not knew what panorama
was, nor lid he seem very learned or
lucid in his explanations, but anything
was better than the long afternoon at
home. If the parson went, panorama
was righteous amusement. so they
lisined the throng that was crowding into
big door, they crossed marble pave
MT Mt. went upa broad flight OF stairs;
land Mr.. Baker following the men ahead
went up to a little window and paid
three d1lla,s for seats, in duty bound to
treat the psrson. So
"Why, these chairs are real velvet!
exclaimed the delighted old lady.
"a fine pjcaure that" said her husband
Hooking at big woodland scene that
hung the entire length ofthe wall before
Them.
81 dent sec many of Brother Tanners
parish here, but they may be up stairs.
Brother Tanner is doubtless fixing his
pictures" said Mr.. Bailey, the parson.
Fine tune" whispered the old man,
keepipc time. March, march; why,
declare it makes ME feel like soldier |
again."
"Sh sh i folks is starin'," said Mrs.
Baker.
Then the curtain rose. When the
scene was in farmers kitchen, old Ba'
ker went wild with delight.
Beats al! he whispered; "ef 'taint
our own all over"
Too ignorant to obtain programmes, or
to see the playbils, those three innocent
souls sat through play in playhouse,
and had the best time in their simple
Lives.
When the father in the play turned
his daughter out of doors, the farmer
lclinched hi. fist. He muttered under
lbreath at the villain, he bTeathed hard
when the sorrows and troubles came
lcrowding on the daughter, and he kept
muttering, "Why can't they sec, twau't
her, twas him." etc.
In the last scene, where the stern old
father, blind and forgiving, meets again
the child he had wrOnee1, the farmer
broke into sobs, and his weeping old
wife whispered, "The gals our Milly to
the very life"
The parson, too, was intensely inter
este d, vet he looked anxiously for Broth
er Tanner. He thought a panorama
delightful amusement; and wished he
could get up one in MCntsweag. Every
one was going. What we're the papers
thev were dropping. He picked one up.
with wide eyes, and palpitating heart,
he read:
"Thalia Theatre The beautiful play
of Hazel Kirke."
As he emerged from the the ,tre. in
he early Winiertwilicht, cold and drear,
he read in big, staring letters on Dill
board across the street:
"Music cHall--Instructive Panorama OF
Egypt ana the Holy Land-Explanatlon
by the Rev. Jonas Tanner"
He turned then and explained.
Il don't care; it was beautiful" said
Mrs. Baker, still weeping.
Her husband had disappeared. They
went to lCok for him.
"Where do the play folks come outt''
anxiously inquired an old farmer.
The policeman maj estically pointed
thumb at the stage entrance.
The old man took his stand there, very
patiently, at the foot of the steps, watch
ing the people coming out. 1lls hands
worked nervously, his eyes were yearn
ing and so1rowfI. Oh. was he wrong
had bis keen old eyes deceived MIN?
She was slow In her dressing that day
There would be no performance to night
to morrow was Sunday She might have
gone home if they had forgiven her
Life was 81 dreary. She tossed he
bouquets aside, the hot tears dropped OF
ner dress and cloak. She went slowI!
down the stairs. They said the sta
must have had bad news-heI eyes wer
red. They made room for her to pass
The gathering darkness made the Stree
lseem dull and drear, the hWrying pass
ers by go far away, such strangers. Sh
was alone. All, no! out o. the darKnes'
out from the crowd there, the well know
. figure, the broad shoulders. the sd sd
white hair, the kind blue eyes. Ill
,e's arms soutstretched-yes, the coat she ha
given him. God was good, life wa
the bright.
ver "Mllly, my galI'
1lly Father"
ow:l He had that bonnie brown head clos
!. to his heart.
Ial- "She was the Hazel, mother. l know
er's ed it," he cried, as the parsen and Mr
the Baker came up. d,
IAN, The crowd went away silently, an
LEFT them alone. The parson kissed ne
eed too. Though this incident slipped nj
Aun mem ,ry when he told the folks at HON
, n what a true and noble woman Mill
cap Baker was. 1t was noticed that MS 81
tent verify towards theatres moderated, an
n his church members were sometime
)ay, seen attending proper plays" in Bed
int ford -,
hot Homeward went the happy party, tn
in, parson and Mrs. Baker on the back sea
D it Milly close to her father, her han
,rks through his arm; the old hound, wh
knew her with wild delight, lying
,ok. her feet. At turn of the road, aero
,on, the snowy fields the lights of hon
the cleaned CHEEKY welcome.
his Oh, Merry Christmas" to all. Brigl
old 6res and happy homes, and joy ar
,slv peace. Sweet family union. Knit clcs
The by the cheer and content. Oh, foreiv
m ness and love, His legacy to earth. M.
erks all old feuds be forGven. old enmiti
non. die, and the long estranged join hand
thev hand. High or low, rich or poer, to
tber be born some blessing of the day.