The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-12-30

are man, and you shall be lawyer like
me. You might look at Jack the Giant
Killer which gave you last year, II you
had ID not torn II oil 70 pieoes% u,,,. ..,a
the child, IS he produced In triumph the
well-kept classic.
"By the way, sister," said Uncle Charlie,
whose thoughts now reverted to his morn:
the S prcprie;ies, and frighten Mrs. Grundy
out Of her wits this afternoon"
Little Geordie looked up, wondering what
kind Of q New Years game this might por-
II met little witch this morning"
Geordie's eyes were ready to burst from
his head, and his mother divided her smiles
between the lively uncle and the astonished
neEPhew, Ea eT ,,,., ,o,, - ,.u .,a a.. ,.r v,.,
20, should SO like to SEQ q witchi"
"Never you mind, Geordie. You'll see
the witch soon enough"
Mrs. Merrill was not hard to persuade to
accompany her brother. She wa. accus-
toned to his erratic movements, and never
thwarted them; for whatever conventional
rules might be laughingly broken, the man
was always right, for his heart was kind,
SnS Wss lei le es0 With GA. JsSn the e Giant ante Ks IN
charge Of the house, and Uncle Charlie took
his sister with him to keep his appointment
with the little enigma and her mother.
We need not 60 with him on his second
velop itself. When Uncle Charlie and his
sister returned q new tableau met their
eyes In the parlor. A stranger, with huge
mustache and beard TO give an upholsterer
an outfit, was sitting in the best and coziest
was comparing his hirsute visage with that
Of Jack of high renown. Uncle Charlie
stopped second at the door. Mrs. Merrill
rushed past him, with o scream OF delight,
ard in moment more Geordie was rolling
sion; Mrs. Merrill's head was lost in the
forest on the strangers face, and Uncle
Charlie was giving three cheers and
tiger. In this little Geordie vocifer-
ously Joined, while he rubbed his
that to shout was better than to whine.
All forthwith began to talk at once, and
we con not undertake to tell half they said.
OF chief interest to our tale Is the expla-
Sn ySSa .hs rs Vent Mss S 6
whose husband went to California.
Sand died there" interrupted Mr.. Her-
rin
sshe knows that, poor SOUL" said Uncle
Charlie.
"But she don't know said Mr.. Merrill,
''that her husband left her $4,000. He was
my partner. and we were very fortunate. I
wish he could have lived to return with me.
But he died full Of love for his wife and
child, and charged me with many messages
day set my face homeward."
"Why did you not written
$50 did, q dozen times But where is
Charles fiedl have not so much as shaken
hands with him yet"
~ guess he's gone to see the witch, !" cried
little Geordie.
s'Or the witch's mother" said Mrs. Mer.
rin.
Uncle Charles soon returned, and CON-
fessed the fact that he thought II his duty
his duty has been very much blended with
hers ever since Her fortune she settled
upon Edith-her hand, ct the proper time,
she gave to Uncle Charlie. and she never
has said, since that New Years morning,
that she had not friend in the world.
am putting the finishing words to my
narrative on this 3lst day OF December, A.
D; 1s.. I am sitting in ny husbands
inviting room IN the house, especially invit-
ing to me when he is in 1t. I sometimes
enter when he is away; but confess that
then the dead smell Of tobacco smoke IL not
so agreeable. I would. in his absence, put
attempted it, but have received any thing
but thanks for my oiicious service. I am
or rather was-little Edith Another little,
Edith is just now gone to bed, and the four
corners Of her crib are hung with stock
tion is, however, in the back parlor, the.
second edition Of huge Christmas tree.
George (no longer little Geordie) will spoil
the child and ! tell him so. d.
Georges father and % mother s s; ana my father th
now, will dine with us tomorrow. We
diued with him on Christmas day, as we
always have since we were married. George
sits now on the other side Of his big library
light wastefui ssssa ga: gs, oonsn%sr s9a1s cant
size, and so am forced to turn down the
parlor gas and sit up here, for eoonomy's
sake, when there Is nobody In the house
but ourselves. How easy it Is to find excel
ise lent oo ar yhs S %s s1 to SS St ns s
him, he would carry his awful pipe
But hear! heart George Merrill, ESQ,
counselor and attornsy-atlaw, has struck
an attitude and is going to make speech:
what is the use" I;,d he said Sa oaiidren aiGn
relays, to mark the post houses in the jour
ney Of life. But for the children there
never would be any anniversaries. After
thirty the women and after forty the mon
would forget tn that eyer they s,o were born, If
"Christmas would be nothing without the
children. And as to New Years, that has
but bilious look, and, without the chill
dren, would be tntolerable. Everybody is
1OfC00 upon some OOMmlCu06 Oh way8 NM
means, and stationers advertise new blank
books, as IL the old were not blank enough,
and all the blanker for their entries.
"But for the children we could be glad to
forget that there is such thing as New
Year, that there was such Q thing as an old.
But they tighten us along the road Of life,
and make the holidays iubilant Christmas
and New Years are delightful for their
presents, and for ths many other things we
buy and do to please the ohildreni Why,
there's that duck Of what-do, ,you-call-it
you've Just been embroidering for Edith |;
where could we find excuse for such pretty
things, except for the childreni And now
will sit down, amid great applause"
The applause came in loud screams from
Edith's cradle.-Chicago Jowrn0l
WHAT WAR Isa
A Kind Of supsrstition Encouraged By
Kings and Demsgogaes.
War is kind Of superstition; tho pa
rade of arms and badges oorrupts the
Imagination of men. How far more
appropriate would be the symbols of IN
inconsolahle grief. muffied drums and
melancholy music and arms reversed.
the livery Of sorrow. When men mourn
at funerals for what do they mourn In
comparison with the calamities which
they hasten with all circu,nstance of
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