The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-11
heart was Wrung with pity-and oil
about . toy. Cant she have some.

heard weeping, and 81 little lightcamc
in high up, and showed tho white.
washed walls of q prison cell. A girl
with eyes like diamonds, and hot
flushed cheeks, was sobbing there in
d passion of anger and tears.
''Qkl what will become of me?" she
cried. "IfI'd had u hit of fun with
out the lot In the lane, might never
have gone with them. l hate them
now, | do; / hate myself. lam done
for now, once I've got in here. /
wish I was drownedp' and she flung
herself down and lay as if she was
dead, with her face on the stone
floor.
The spirit turned to tho man.
"Poor drudge!" he said. "Shc had
work enough, but she had no play,
and this Is the end of 1.-THE begin
ming Of the end.
"But will nobody do anything for
herr"
II will, said the angel. II have
vet in this dark world a thousand
hearts brimful of warmth and light.
They will find her yet, nnd lift her up;
she is perishing for want Of u little
Joy"
With that word John ynks awoke.
His elbow was on the keyboard, and
his head w1s' ON his hand. Tommy
was standing behind him with a
broad grin upon his face.
Daisy Wimple had failed to find her
Snowman; but, wonderfully to state,
on the evening of the factory girls
party, the whole show arrived at the
school-room the moment tea was over
two men with O reed and a drum,
Punch. Judy, and the Baby, Joey the
clown, the distinguished Foreigner,
the Beadle, the Ghost and the DOGGY
all in uproarious spirits. Toby came
too-the most intelligent Toby that
ever took Punch by the nose.
The children's evening, on Holy In
nocent's Day, was also the occasion
of q mysterious event. Daisy VIM
pie, rosy and gay, came earlyin her
warm furs, and half.a-dozen friends
with her, to help the children.
II wish knew Santa Clause" said
Daisy. eve might have got some
presents from him. We want them
badly"
Then she opened the schoolroom
door, and drew back with a cry of
surprise. Why, the tree was loaded
from top to bottom with glittering
toys, and several baskets were clus-
tered under it.
"Santa Claus!" cried the girls.
"The same Santa Claus that sent
Punch and judy"
Daisy peeped into the baskets, and
saw enough warm little shoes to set
up a shop. Tears brimmed into her
eyes. Glow good he is, and no one
ever knew it!''
When the Twelfth Night party came,
John Jynks was one of the first az
rivals at the brightly lighted house
across the way.
Nobody would have recognized Mr..
Jynks. 1t had been such happy
Christmas, he said and what bless
ing Christmas was. wecould only
have Christmas Eve oil the year
round, what a world it would bel"
"Why shouldn't wei" said Daisy.
Why not indeed?
"Anyhow," said Mrs. Wimplc,
christmas lasts for twelve days.
Nobody should cheat US out of a day
of it"
1t was q Twelfth Night party of
the good old style. Carols were sung,
and the 'sE~5ees!.Mhh Gake''-was cut; and
the little figures from the top were
distributed by lot, and John Jynks
was the king and Daisy was tile
queen. Now these two had to rule
the evening, and had to arrange the
pastimes for the otherguests.
II to arrange pastimesw exclaim-
cd Mr.. Jynks, looking serious again
for moment, and feeling like II fish
out of water among all this gaiety,
"Any OF those gentlemen would 10
it twice as we'll as me. DO excuse
me, Miss Daisy, I never did such a
thing in my life."
"No?" said Daisy. The tone
meant Question! question:" and
there was a funny arch look in her
eyes.
II am positive 1 didn't" said John
Jynks.
"Ah!-And who made our two
hundred girls laugh-two hundred
poor girls there were that night-I
thought you'd be glad to know the
number, and they said it would set
them up for six months, and Punch
and Judy was such fun!''..
Observation-Disclosures Dali
sy-I-"
merry little maiden, $50 there's no
use in denying it. And the Christ
mas tree-I wish you could lave
heard the children shout"
81 never touched q Christmas tree
in my life."
perhaps not; but you made one
wort tn touching" '
"Well, if I am to be king tonight"
he said, to escape from the subject of
his generosity, 81 can tell you a
ghost story, and you can make up
the rest of the programme, SO long
as we finish with Sir Roger de
Coverley."
Sir Roger de Coverley! What q
frivolous suggestion from the iligni-
fed Mr.. Jynks. The company
greeted the news with laughter and
applause. But first came Queen
Daisy's part Of the programme.
eff I am to make a law" shs said,
looking round with q pretty blush ut
such a privilege, 81 rule, Is the
Twelfth Night Queen, thatI there
shall only be happy music tonight,
and that more Of rs shall sing sad
songs-and none of us sllap recite
poetry about soldiers dying md all
that-you know; because wi don't
like anything dismal or sad, 10 WEI"
So nobody sang, ooh! that we two
were lying under The churchyard sod"
or anything of that sort, which in
deed has never vet made anyone
brighter or stronger. Shelly may
have said that Sweetest songs arc
those that tell of saddest Thought"
but they are not the songs that
sweeten LIES reality. Somebody
went blithely through old Scotch verse
about a girl who was "but /. lassie
yet-a bonnie, blinking, helter-skclter
lassie yet" And poor John Jynks