Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1891-12-26


aunt; and if tendin' school is goin' to
fill your heads full o. nonsense, I'll
take you away mighty quick. l don't
believe III Christmas. There amt no
sense in givin' a whole pack of presents
right and left. Now, what under the
canopy are you cryin about, Prudence?
declare. if one or the other of you
amt alwers cryin' about somethin -
''Shes thinking what the girls will
say when we tell 'em we didn't get any
thing explained Rebecca, for Pru
dence couldn't speak. They're sure to
ask, you know, N think it funny
Let 'em ask, them said Aunt Jane,
sharply. I'D like to know if folks
don't think I'm dom well by you as
It's? Seems like faint enough to feed
n clothe We, n send we to school. Ye
want whole raft o presents besides!
Well, We won't get EN-, no matter what
folks say. I'm willin' boss, but /
won't be rid to death by nobody. Now,
Prudence, you stop that cryin' n go
upstairs N get your patchwork; N you
go down suller after pan O apples, Re
becca. And | want EN- peeled bctter'n
you peeled those yesterday, too"
But whipping together squares of cal
leo and pceling apples did not cause
either of the little girls to forget their
disappointment. They were very young
when they came to live with their aunt
and uncle in the lonely farmhouse, and
they had been kept there so closely
that their ideas of Christmas had been
very vague and shadowy until this fail,
when they had begun a term at the
district school. They had learned all
about Christmas then, and for the past
fortnight there had been talk of little
else. 1t was hard enough to Prudence
and Rebecca to know that they would
be left out of all Christmas joys, but
the modification of having to con-
TESS this the following Monday to their
mates would be, they thought, harder
still.
Rebecca felt that she could bear it
better if Prudence didn't take it so to
heart; but there was nothing of the her.
Dine about poor little Prue, and she
made no attempt to conceal the tears
that rolled slowly down her checks and
fell, one by one, on the squares of patch
work in her lap.
Rebecca, finding the sight too painful
at last, turned her chair 50 that she
could not see her sister, and went over
in her mind all her small possessions,
trying to think if she owned anything
that Prue would fancy for a Christmas
gift. There was that queerly-shaped
gourd Tim Binns, the hired man, had
given her, and the pretty glittering
stone she had picked up in the pasture
one day. But Prue had seen these
hundred times, and, of course, would
not care for them. No, there didn't eem
any chance to have any sort of a Christ
mas.
She turned her head and furtively
glanced at Prue. The tears were fall
ing still, and an occasional stihed sob
made Aunt Jane look up GROSSLY from
the ham she was sllinning. Rebecca
sighed. If only Prue would not take
it so to heart! She was beginning to
feel little respondent herself. when
suddenly an idea came to her: an idea
so brilliant that for a moment she was
fairly dizzy with excitement Her
whole face lighted up, and her alb
sorption was so great that she forgot
all about the potatoes, until sharp:
''What under the sun air we starin' at,
Rebecca?" brought her to a realization
of her neglect.
Il amt starin, Aunt Jane; 1 was
Just thinkin' about something" she re-
joined, trying to make signals of joy
and relief to Prue. But Prue shook
her head The signals We're too mys-
FERROUS for her to understand, and her
tears continued to flow at intervals I'M
til household duties called Aunt Jane
upstairs.
Then down went the pan of potatoes
with crash, the knife followed after,
and Rebecca flew to her sister and
threw both arms rapturously around
her.
''We won't be ashamed next Monday,
Prue" she cried, joyously. ''The girls
need never know Aunt Jane wouldn't
give us anything; for I've thought of
something, Prue," her voice sinking to
tense whisper. 1--WE can make a
Christmas tree for ourselves, and we
can hang up our stockings, too. We
can lust pretend to have Christmas,
Prue and it'll be the same to talk about
as the real thing"
pretend it! I don't understand"
said Prue, slowly.
Il can't tell you nowhere comes
Aunt Jane. But don't cry any more
It'll be all right" And Rebecca rushed
back to her chair and picked up the pan
of potatoes just as Miss James hand
turned the knob of the door.
! Il wonder what that there light in
the old henhouse means?" muttered old
Reuben Paine to himself as he came
up the path from the barnyard on
Christmas eve, with full pail of milk
in each hand. 'Those young ones are
up to something, I'll engage"
He set the milk down, and walked
softly over to the henhouse, through
every crack of which ancient structure,
long given up to ruin and decay, flood
/ of light was streaming. To tell the
truth, Uncle Reuben had a very warm
place in his heart for the two little girls
his pretty, gentle niece had left as a
legacy to him, and he would have shown