The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-12-25

W ell, i TonE. saia Lne child patiently.
81 have 70 go out now, - continued the
boy. Its time for my route"
They kissed each other, and then the
tweive-year-old departed TO sell evening
papers, while the afflicted eight-year-old
tried to 80 to sleep to pass away the time
until the older sister ari head Of the fam
ily should I'm
Number 8 GlBnisoa alley was always
cherries in cold weglAer, and the top floor
back was especially cherries, for Mary
Worrell was cut sewiag; every day, and
had to do her own homework at night.
There was lltt!s araia fhe stove this after
noon: the store neei.l NiacEing and some
ashes had falleI out Nv the hearth. The
principal article Of Ere selnty furniture
was The bedstesd on which Kitty had lain
for two years.
kitty couldn't remember 4 time when
they had not been poor at the best, but
since they had been orphans they had
fallen gradually dovn, dewn in the mat
ter Of comforts, and even necessities.
Soon after Joe went, Kitty heard u knock
WHO'S there's she called.
Tie visitor, no other than Mr.. Simon
Claus, replied: "A friend Do joe and
Kitty Worreu live here's
yes, but the key is ia Mrs. Mullins
room at the end Of the hall. I'm locked
in.a
When Mr.. Claus had let himself il she
looked up at him without fear, the excite
meut of a guest making her cheeks flush.
so you're keeping house alone today"
he said.
@Yes. l do every day, most, and they
lock me in because l can't get up and walk.
They're afraid somebody might come in
thar shouldn't"
why can't you walk?7 he asked.
''Well, YOU see. my back aches all the
time and nay feet don't &c right. Once l
fell. and most ever since I have had a lame
back. But joe knows sonle Il that can
cure me-
"Ah, yes; I came especially to see Joe.
Where is hef"
sOut selling papers. He'll come by and
By. He's awful good to me and Mary.
Mary's my big sister. She's out to work
Joe's going to save all the money lie can TO
get that doctor. And | guess III tell you
a secret she went on. Joe wrote to Santa
Claus and asked him 90 bring me some
thing for Christmas. That isn't any harm,
IS its Don't you believe he's glad TO hear
OF little girls that want PRESENTS
YES; | know he IS" replied hitty's
guest, greatly touched.
When Mary Worrell returned the stran-
ger told her quietly what bis errand was,
received the needed direction and departed,
first putting into Kitty's thin hand q purse
that Margaret had sent. She could not
wait until Christmas TO begin playing
Santa Claus.
The benign face Of a middle aged man
was beading ever a child who lay pros
trate in a sgmptuous room. She waslook-
ing up at him as he touched her body gent
ly, n world Of faith in her great brown
eges. 1t was little wonder his mild Yet
strong countenanee inspired her CONT
dence. The face was all she saw, but
her watchful parents had begun 70 hope
that here was a helper indeed, for they
noted the scientific way in which the nrm
hands did their work and the keen cues
lions which showed his complete knowl-
edge Of the disease 70 be treated And yet,
when Mr.. Clans found him, the man had
said: Il am not q physician, but only q
physicians aid. help those whose hsuies
arr helpless merely By giving them cut