San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-03-11
CORNBLOSSOM.
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There was one house on the square at
Wavre where on that evening they were
making special preparation to celebrate St
Nicholas day 1t was the house of tho baker,
Hans JAMS In the room with two windows
over the shop a big fire and little lamp
lighted the guests bed, the beautiful bed
with its chintz curtains of pink flowers and
its polished oak, which shone again. And IL
the bed was lying Cornblossom, Jams daugh
ter. Gran'ma JAMS now and then put stick
on the fire, taking care to turn the pieces al
ready there; then pushing up her spectacles
on the brown bands which she wore over her
white hair, she went softly towards the bed.
"BlosSomI" said she, pushing aside the cur
tains.
And the red lamp threw its light on Corn
blossom, snugglcd in the bedclotheS, where
only her little bits of arms and her tiny little
face could be seen. Twice before, since the
tall cabinet clock in the shop had struck I,
Gran'ma JAMS had opened the bed curtains
and called Cornblossom, and the child had
not awaked Every minute she heard the
sound Of the little bell that Jams had fastened
to the shop door and that each customer
caused to ring on entering. Now, many peo,
pie came to the Janses on this evening, be
the city. And every time that the bel
| tinkled, Grandma JAMS asked herself:
"Is it for six sou man or a franco Those
| for q franc have hair made of white sugar,
and cheeks of pink sugar, and those for six
SOUS are of caEe only Hans should have
made some for two francs also because thcrc
will always be people who are willing to pay
two francs when others are paying only one
g., - lp
counter looking sideways at the street boys
who, with red noses and their hands
! in their pockets, were continually re-
newing the throng at the window, before the
! big sweet cake men, while JAMS called out il
the bakehouse: Come, lads! Be lively with
the dough! | am going to make a man for
| Blossom out Of it.
And through the window of the little room
| in the rear JAMS wife saw Hans, with bare
arms in white jacket and trousers, moving
backward and forward in the light of the
| flames, beside the workmen who were leaning
over the kneading trough. Jams took his
largest mold, rubbed it with butter, slowly
| poured in the dough and suddenly showed the
mold into the oven.
"Ah Blossom" thought Jams wife, what
file man your father is going to make for
| JOuI LucI0 ID LOO uLlOIuCl Dt1ACi IL al
Wavre who can give so fine a shape to dough
Truly did WELL being bakers daughter,
to marry Hans"
JAMS at that moment drew from the burn
ing ashes an admirable figure, smoking and
golden, which he separated from the mold
with a quick blow and laid on a board
sprinkled with -four. 1t was big fellow, il
hose and breecheS, with inter on his head
queue down his back, a cross teaded cane
in his hand and playthings filling his pockets
and sticking out Of them. On his buckle
shoes there was a flowing hand with the
legend st. Nicholas" Then JAMS began to
glaze the saints cheeks and nose with pink
sugar, stuck anise seed in the queue, put G
layer of chocolate on the coat, spread q stra
tum Of currant jelly along the vest, sprinkled
gold dust on the cross and inter, whitened
the hands and the stockings with sugar, and
then called his wife and showing her his mas
terpiece said:
Annette, the dough is mixed with slices o.
melon, pieces of orange and grapes would
not sell this St Nicholas for five francs, be
cause might not be able, perhaps, to make
another one so good for ten"
And CornblosSom suddenly awaked anC
said in her little voice:
"Gran'ma! that smells good; has st. Mich
olas come alTeadyP
CornbloSSom's little voice reSembled tht
last vibrations Of glass dish. when EtrucE
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