New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-12-09
DOLLINGER'S CHRISTMASES
WHEREIN IS SET FORTH THE LOVES OF
ARTHUR AND AMELIA AFTER A NE"
AND IMPROVED PROCESS

into the market. Nothing can be more melancholy
than the spectacle Of good holiday story writer ist.
on the first OF January with a lot OF TINS HIM o'
literature on his hands wrote the ioio"inR Cn'is'
mas story entirely unadcd except In an OCCASIONAL
20 from the dictionary on the longer words. Atten-
or s rcspectfuy called to the large number OF ex-
Iamaton points employed and to the Opaque character
Of the plot:
THE STORY.
John X Dolllnrer, millionaire. was cold proud
naughty man. Ho fond OF his family "ncn had
come to this country when tho lurking savage oi
which the historian delights to tell iurked along
the Battery ten hours day. tore the reekng scalp
from tho head OF hi, bosom friend law partner, on
Rowling Green He was proud Of his great wealth,
much Of which he had inherited and much OF which ne
had made in Wall Street proud of his record as DuSi
ness man proud Of his grand FifthaVe. home proud
of everything connected with John X. Dolllnger He
was also as remarked, cold and naughty, and during
bis whole life in the metropolis he was never known
to stop on Broadway, between Fulton and Ann sts''
and buy pair of suspcnders OF the rcd-faced man
who Is I'm that business there. Promptly at o'clock
every afternoon his cOachman might have been seen
waiting in front Of his office in Wan-st' WIN INC
tops of his boots turned down and very SUN spinal
column. Exactly at rs Mr. Doinger appeared anu
without shaking hands with the coachman' or o,hol-
wise greeting him, stepped into the carriage "nich
the man with the weeping willow boots drove rapidy
TO the flitn-aNc. maUSloH' Win tHD "'9'''">
pair of beautiful chestnut horses from whch INC 'a'iS
had been carefully removed before starring
Old Dolnger had a wile-MIs. Dolinger one was
also cold. proud and naughty as became inc oauEnoi
Of a XIII Won Kull and wife Of Dollnger. IN iact
there was nothing very afable about elmer ONO VI
them maiden aunt poor In both purse ana spirit
once came I'm from Stitchetyhatchct' Ne~Jersey anu
made them a six weeks visit in December and Jan
uary and she used TO say when she got home tha'
sometimes after meal with the DoulngerS, az
which she had asked for soup twice and drank ntue
quietly out of her fngerbowl, that 1t was very
pleasant and great relief to her to go out on the
,toop and associate while with the cast
iron grifiins. She said she had never supposed tha'
glfnlns could be so sociable and pleasant. ohe
had always had an idea from the way griffin held
back its head and carried one jaw up and wore us
tail at half that It was far from warm III us
affections or cordial in It's manners but she said that
after sho had eaten pie with her knife ten or fifteen
minutes at her nephews table, it was surprising how
plcasant and sociabe those iron griins could be.
There was another member o. the Dolinger family
"A daughter-an only child. She was not as were
her parents. Reared In the frosty, gray atmosphere
of the Dollnger brownstone front coldstorage ware
house she was like being fom another word-Hke
the soft cloudik basque flower among the snows-a
violet amid the April chill. Proud she was to be
sure but proud of something better than wealth
and she was not cold nor naughty. Her name was
Amelia Her mother wanted her to write It with
the uppcr part Of an exclamation point roosting on
the e. but she refused She said that II she should
ever write thin red covered book she would put the
weather cock on the er but that while she stayed In
her right mind she could never think Of 1T. She re-
monstrated with her mother when she wrote her
namc Mrs. Louise XIII Won kuu DoIlinger-Dolnger
but it didn't do any good
Arthur Graves a poor artist. He had studio
in East Fourteenthst. where he painted large. soulful
pictures and got behind them and breathed low when
the landlord pounded the door for the rent That's
about the only good the pictures ever did him. be-
cause he couldn't sell many and when he did sell
one he usually let the get away without paying
him. II Arthur Graves could have paid his debts
he would have found that he owed the
man he borrowed the money from to do it about $500
Arthur was but young poor and struggling artist,
and he knew it would be years before he could paint
LOT OF big war pictures and take them to Russia TO
exhibit. But he loved Amelia better than his own
life and Amelia loV ed Arthur
1t was Christmas eve. As the weary landlord |
pounded at Arthur's door that poor, but undoubed
genius went down the free escape. Bright lights
glowing hcarths-good cheer-holly-peace on earth
all that sort of thing. Cren
pages of manuscript suppressed by the authorities at
this point.)
Arthur was going to ask old Dollinger for Amelia.
When he reached the house he touched the electric
button. Jeames, In livery, responded He was shown
into the library, where DOllinger, cOd, calH calcu
lating. stood before the fire.
Mr. Dollnger7 said Arthur in firm voice, 9" |
came to ask you for you daughters hand in marriage
sir Numbered the father, sir, how dare your
You, unknown yOu beggar; you. an artist! Leave |
the house, Go or I'll call the polico!'
But your daughter has given her CONSENT !
pleaded Arthur.
THAT makes not the slightest difference replied
the old gentleman, growing purple in the face GO |
,i hall
/ take 1t, them returned Arthur, his thin lip |
curlcd bitterly that you opposed to the match 2!
"Insolent puppy - roared the old man, while the |
veins stood out on his neck and forehead; BECOME |
this instant, or | will hurl you through the window
But stay one moment! Come back when you have
million In cash and possibly may consider your
suit Now go7
Don't sit up for me tonight" said Arthur, as he
turned away stunned and crushed
" If Arthur goes, go, too" cried a Wild, asonized |
voice Amelia rushed in and hung about Arthur's
mock while he showered great, warm kisses on her
lips and forehead.
60, 10th of your fairly beloved the old man,
with face vivid purple and veins almost bursting.
" Never darken my door agaln.'
Yes, 90, and never show your faces here again. !
cried Mrs. Louise Kill Won Kull Donger Dollinger,
sweeping in.
They turned, with twincd about each others |
nccls and passed the hall Here Arthur by mis-
a
red white and blue campaign affair, and they went out
past the grlns and down the stone steps, while the
great white snowtakes settled down upon them with |
a soft plying touch
Five minutes later they mounted the steps Of the |
Twenty -elghth-st station of the siXth-ave elevated
Dropping theatre checks into the ch0prerbOx,
Arthur passed 10 the platform followed closely |
by Amelia, while the guilclcSs and near sighted gate
man pumped the checks.
Love,9 whispered Arthur as he pressed her little
hand In his, love- will seek the Reverend Mr.. |
Tyemup; he shall make and IN paint him
picture for his fee"
4 train dashed up. " Harl'mr shouted the man |
who had allowed his machine 10 eat the theatre checks.
Quickly Amelia stepped on Guard No. 14,s74 |
ankcd the bellrOpe vlcously, slammed the gate saw
agey in Arthurs face and the train shot away