Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-01-09

you get emf" replied sis, trying to sip
the lemonade from her oyster ihell, Just
rs she had seen ladies of her asquaint-
ance take their saucers full of TIA.
ooh, / picked 'em UP round about.
Was you ever at a circus, sis?'
"No;'' and seeing that she had rather
in Joe's estimation at this con
she hastily added, 'blt I wa'
to Moody's and Sankey's onct" This
not producing exactly the effect she ex-
pected, she continued with:
"Doyou b'lieve in Santa Claws, Joew
"What? The Teller what comes down
chimneys and SIGH rubbidge? Do you
think as I've got anything soft about
me?" Then, catching the ]odk of dis
appointment on the girls face he has
tily added: ''Maybe there's something
int for girls"
ooh, / wish there was" exclaimed
sis, tucking up her little bare toes be-
meath her skirts. for. although it was
rather a mild night for that time of
year, still, now the fire was dying out
and the feast fast disappearing, the
COlu VI UcSdu ~ linn iGoSiA ~
81 don't s'pose Sanity Clays has
much time to bother about Sich a.
shabby little girl as me, but I'd Hike a,
really, really DOLL" and the fhlld's
eyes shone with such q happy light
at the bare thought that some orf out
side the p~acking-case came very near
betraying himself.
"And," continued the little girl "I'd
want him to bring you such a let of
things-a lovely big cake" Then,
thinking that perhaps she was rejecting
upon the smallness of the n they had
just eaten, she quickly added: But it
couldn't be beauterfuller nor your'n."
"Why, sis, [ say, what's the matter?
you've got SIGH red cheeks add
"Have II" and sis little brownh hand
went up to her face at Joe's words. as
she continued with-"perlaps it's the
lemonade"
"Cracky! what's thst?" and Joe
gazed open-eyed at o folded piece of
paper that had fallen from the sky, as
it appeared to him, right into his lap.
eff it's any of them boys" he ejacu-
lated jumping up, ':In put a head on
EN-"
ooh! Joe, look here, there's writing
on it, maybe, oh! maybe it's from
Sanity Claws" exclaimed sis.
Although Joe muttered "iddle-
sticks" his eyes were round with as
constituent when he read on the paper:
'.For Master Joe and Miss SIS" and on
opening it found inside a 1ifty-cent
piece and more writing, or rather
printed letters, which read:
"Santa Claus is very sorry that he
had nothing left to give Joe and Sis to-
night. but if they will be at the pack
ing-casc house tomorrow morning
at ten, some one will be there to take
them to a friend of Santa Claus, where
perhaps there will be a really doll and
a beautiful cake"
"Well, I'm blessed" was all Joe
could utter, while Sis, clapp:ng her
hands with delight, cried out:
"Oh, Joe, I knoweds there was a
Sanity Claws. Isn't he good' Jess
think, he calls this packing-case house;
! how funny"
"Well," answered Joe, 'theres the
money and there's the letter, ard it
does look queer"
"'You'll be here, Joe, won't you?''
questioned sis, a little anxiously.
eyes, l guess SO; I don't know of
any other appointment to hinder" re
piled Joe, with a grin, who was rapidly
recovering his usual manner, and, after
a moments thought, he continued
with:
"Itell you what. sis; get Mother
Mack to put us up tonight. We'll
have Jolly good beds for onct and :
breakfast that'll make your mouth
water. Come along" Sosaying. Joe
blew out the light and deposited the
candle in his pocket, while sis, tying
her bonnet strings, followed him fortl
into the night, casting a half-expectan'
look around for the kind Santa Clau;
who had not forgotten them. Thus
together they pass out from the vacan'
lot, full Of bright anticipations Of the
morrow. = = y
A year had come and gone since th'
night of Joe's treat and the very sam
store where Joe purchased his Christ
mas Eve cake was again full of choice
dainties in that line, and the same ole
! gentleman was there; utthis time, in
stead Of gazing in at the window, b.
was making his way inside, holding b.
the hand a pretty little girl, with blu
eyes and silky fair hair, hugging
lovely doll possessing a muff and flu
tippet, while accompanying them wa
a bright, intelligent looking boy. Boil
children were neatly, even handsomel,
clad. All at once the little girl ex
claimed %excitedly:
ooh! Uncle, there's the very sam,
cake man as last year. See, Joe, Their,
he is! 1 wonder if he will know you?'
"Of course he won't, sis, I've changed
my tailor since then," and the boy.
laughing eyes twinkled with fun, whil'
the old gentleman chucklcd until h
was red in the face, and the two
children had to pat him on the back tt
keep him from choking.
cit must be a plum cake and big
was the little girls order, and she hat
her way. Years after, when she grey
up and had a nice home of her own
she used to tell her children about joe
treat and how through it two of New
York's little waits found such a happ,
home.-Forence Revere Pendar, Il
Philadelphia Times. +:
Garibaldi in 1864.