Morning journal and courier., 1892-11-26
THE FLEETENG SHOW.
Some of Its Facts and Fancies.

Some of Its Facts and Fanctes.
Written for the JOURNAL AND CoURIKR.1
IT HAPPENED ON THANKSGIVING DAY.
1t is not at all probable that any reader
cf the JOURNAL AND COURIER remem-
bers reading of the Thanksgiving dinner,
given last year by Mr.. and Mrs. Constant
Hope to a few of their friends. The
Hopes are not Sin society,"" and society
ignores the existence of young machin-
ist who married milliner and who lives
very costly and happily in three-room
fat up three flights of stairs. They are
intellig mt, warm hearted, God-fearing
young people, still in love with each
other, and united in believing that baby
Constance, a winsome little maid of two
years, is the sweetest, brightest child that
ever gladdened home; they live within
their income, and, like Walt Whitman's
animals, "they do not whine about their
condition." or ape the manners and
toilettes of those who move in higher
circles. With such insignificant, foolishly
contented people, society has nothing to
do, though should they descend to a
lower scale and become objects of charita-
BILE and reformatory effort they might be
found sufficiently interesting.
OF what use then to chronicle any event
in their simple livesa Possibly for the re-
porter's own satisfaction, possibly for the
sake of showing that people need not be
wealthy, or gifted or in exalted position,
to get good deal of sweetness out of daily
life, and to be the means of bringing some
honied drops to the lips of others.
The guests of the Hopes at their Thanks
giving banquet were an old woman, blind
and poor; little dressmaker, aptly named
Patience Waite; and young shopmate Of
| Mr.. Hope's-these two then meeting fol
| the first time. This occasion proving
delightful success, the Hopes, with wha
NAV seem reprehensible extravaganza Il
those who have forgotten their effort ant
self-sacriice, gave Christmas entertain
ment, a quite elaborate affair, at which
every guest was presented with acceptabl,
gifts from q burdened but beauti
| full Christmas tree. This time they
enlarged their borders, metaphoricall,
speaking, and invited in addition to tn,
three friends already mentioned eight chill
kindness, "merry Christmas" would hav
been little more than a name applied II
bitter irony to day of loneliness and dis
appointment These were the six Maeilli
cuddys, forlorn little souls. whose mothe
only few months before had kissed then
a sorrowful farewell, her lips already ashe,
with deaths pallor; and whose father,
rugged, big hearted, somewhat weak-wille,
sailor, was far out at sea, bound upon lon
voyage. Then there was Joe Sand, one O
those noisy aud nimbls imps who assai
the early business man with shrieks @
"Papersir! Newscurrierpladiuml", and hi
sister, lanky, big eyed girl of ten, th
patient drudge of relative who gave foo
and shelter with cold unwillingness
these orphan children, devoted with almos
maternal fondness to Joe, and fully assure
of his ultimate success in life.
Not An interesting company, these eight
but they have suffered. young as they ar,
the elder ones at least have set about thel
, tasks with faithfulness and honest pu,
pose, aud is it not deed worth recordin
when kindly hearts take thought for thel
and generous hands prepare them unwon
: ed plessuresa
: Since Thanksgiving day year ago the,
have been, naturally, some changes ia Il
J condition Of these people. Dear old Mr.
: Faith no longer eats the bread Of depen,
; ence, or sits alone In the darkness, for u