St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-25

to me; i never saw you before. Stou
drinking and go to work like an honest
man, and you'll be all right
zone after another spurned me, and
among them men had brought yearly
joy for so many decades that l could
hardly count 'em, and l finally arrived
at the. police station heartsore and
weary"
"And were you not unhappy there,
Santa?"
Unhappy? should say l was.
actually shed tears. Santa says l to
myself, you are diSgraced; you are ru-
ined. You have made a donkey Of
yourself. Besides, you are getting to
be useless creature. Your day has
passed. Nobody believes in you any
more. See what the day after Christ.
mas has shown you. None of your old
boys and girls know you now. They
have all forgotten you. Santa, you may
as we'll understand noW as at any other
time' tnat the world has grown past
you. You are back number. Santa. if
you only knew it. Nobody has any
faith in you any more. Even the
presents you bring are old-fashioped
and only half welcome. When the bows
and girls of to-day get electric aDnIf.
ances, Photographic apparatus, magic
lanterns, steam engines, steamboats, and
such things, they no longer give Won
credit 1or their Santa. They don't think
OF you at all. 1t never occurs to them
that, You have had hand in it. as IL
USED 10 when wooden jumping-jacks
Christmas gifts
Am then forgotten?' I incurred.
half crying, though | think it was the
LAYER Bran Punch as much as the grief
that made the tears.
es. L answered myself. after some
QellDeratlon, You are played out. Santa.
You may as well give up the business.
especially when you 90 and spend the
DAY after Christmas in Chicago. SAM
ping all the new drinks and getting as
lulI as sheep-tick and being found
astrlde a lamp-pOst'
linen L wept. l confess that hot
+oor poured down these cheeks, as ]
9 many happy Christmas eyes and days
and The days after | had spent. Of the
;nv lad brought to the hearts of mill
ions nd here l was at last in the
nraSence of evidence that my days Of
ppSefuiness were about over, and l dis
graced in the bargain. The burden of
woe seemed more than could bear, but
nv refectiOns were cut short by the ar
rival of a policeman. He opened the
door of NV cell, kicked me rudely, and
s.iGet ND. you old tramp, and coma
with me TO court. You'll get at least
sixty DAYS. Come, say. you old reprOa
BATE
$50 moved my weary limbs and fol-
lowed the policeman to court. The
Judge was very stern.
"1Mr. Sinner Claus said he, your
name comes near being that Of our
patron saint. The officers say you were
out Yesterday filling yourself with split
Durkees LAYER Bran punches and other
new drinks. and then toward evening
you were found hugging lamp-post.
What have you to say for yourself?
Aae YOU ready to sign the pledge?'
:. Nothing to say. judge says L
hanging my head on my breast.
".WeIl, then, Sinner Claus. said the
iudge. i came down this evening on
purpose to hear your ease. l must
Sentence YOU To- just then thera
was a queer noise at the door to the
| court room. and then what do you SUPP
pose happened? Why, the room was
| instantly filed with little boys and
girls. Some of them were no more than
a couple of feet high, and they all looked
so solemn. They filed along before the
Judge, bowed at me, and deposited on
the clerks desk Christmas toys OF all
sorts until the desk was covered, and
then they put them on the floor till
there was a heap as big as street car.
While was rubbing my eyes. wonders
ing what all this. meant, beautiful
little girl stepped forward and said:
.'Please, Mr. Justice. we the little