Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1889-12-21

[ can't afford to do much for them at Christmas.
I've already appropriated nearly the whole of my
fifty dollars
She ran her finger down the list to make sure she
had skipped no one, but the names were all crossed
off until she came to
''Sster Jane, one dozeu handkerchiefs, $780,
stReally very nice-lookng handkerchlefs, too
said Mrs. Pennypacker CHOW, Jeanie undressed
kid, Is cents. Real good ones, too. I don't
suppose the child would ever have pair of kid
gloves if it wasn't for me-
sCharlie neck scarf, SO cents.
Fannie and George, each pair of mttens at
40 cents, that d be so cents.
II always have to give them exactly alike, being
as they're twins. Helen, have book down for
her, IS cents and toys for the three little Ones
Is cents. The rest IL spend for candies for them
III be so glad when tomorrow is over,' she said,
gathering the little packages of money, slowing
them away in capacious purse, and leaning back
in her armchair with sigh of weariness
She was perfectly satisfied with her intended
purchases, was sure they would all give pleasure,
yet somehow they kept parading before her men
tai vision, one after another, until she was almost
tempted to wish there was no Christmas.
AT last the plush scarf, most persistent of them
all, stood straight up before her and gradually as
sumed the shape of a woman warmly clad in a
dark-brown cloth suit, her hands hidden in small
muff, and neat bonnet on her head. The face
was turned away from her, but somehow it seemed
to Mrs. Pennypacker very like her sister.
"Why, Jane" she began, but voice inter-
rupted. "Give to him that needeth; lend hoping
for nothing again.
why" she began again, when the figure dis
solved and 10 in its place stood whole piece of
muslin, piece of flannel, and piles of warm un-
derwear assorted Sizes Mrs. Pennypacker rubbed
her eyes and pinehed herself to see if she
was awake, but now the vases stood before her
and assumed the shapes, one barrel of flour, the
other sack OF coffee. The sleeve buttons re
solved themselves into pounds of butter and bags
OF groceries, The smoking set became large
umbrella, hung with rubber coats and shoes. The
dozen handkerchefs twisted themselves into letters
forming the two words ''Poor Relation The
kid gloves pushed themselves onto fingers blue with
cold; while the necktie fastened itself on shirt
bosom, so transparent that the shivering flesh un
hidden by dannes of any kind, showed through.
So it went on, in kaleidoscope fashion, each ar
ticle changing rapidly into something else; while
all the time such sentences as the following seemed
w cnanC ChemseVes, one alCer tne other, In kind
OF monotone: ''He that showeth pity upon the
poor lendeth unto the Lord" "Whoso hath this
worlds goods and seeth his brother have need and
shutteth up his compassion from him, how dwell
eth the love OF God in him." eff We do good to
them which do good to you, what thank have YEP"
IDEAL tiny bread to the hungry; when thou seest
the naked, that thou cover him and that thou hide
not thysef from thine own flesh"
my goodness" exclaimed Mrs. Pennypacker
starting up, "what DREAM" She arose, looked
at her watch and founditwa supper time, opened
ner purse TO be sure the money was all right and
Cnen went down to tea. 81 had no idea of taking
nap" she said 'the long walk took this after,
noon must have made me sleepy, but what did pos
sess me to have that dream?'' She could NOT for
get H. over and over again during supper the SEN
fences repeated themselves.
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