St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-12-24

rest. she had been proud too, when she was
girl. He wished he hadn't been hasty that
time they had words about those boxes at the
store. Anyway, it turned out that it wasn't
Jim's fault. But he was gone that night and
try as they might to find him, they never had
word of him since. And Joe sighed again
more heavily than before.
Old Liza SHE'D at something in the road, and
Joe took flrmer hold on the reins. 1t turned
his thoughts to the horse Shewas getting old
too, and not as hardy as she was. He noticed
that she was getting winded with heavy load.
1t was well onto ten years now she had been
their capital and the breadwinner of the house.
Sometimes he thought that she missed Jim,
like his mother. If she was to leave them now
he wouldn't know what to do, for he couldn't
raise the money to buy another horse nohow, as
things were. Poor old Liza! He stroked her
grey coat musingly with the point OF his whip
as ne thought Of their old friendship. The
horse pointed one ear back toward his master
and neighed gently as if to assure him that she
was all right.
Suddenly she stumbled over something in the
track. joe pulled her up in time, and throwing
the reins over her back, got down to see what
it was. An old horseshoe and in the dust be-
side it new silver quarter. He picked both up
and put the shoe IN The wagon.
They say it is luck" he unused, Finding
horse-iron and money" Maybe it's my Christ
mas. Get up, ;Liza!" and he drove off to the
ferry.
The glare of a thousand gas-lamps had chased
the sunset out of the western sky, when Joe
drove home through the city S streets. Between
their straight milelong rows surged the busy
life of the coming holiday. Women with mar
ket baskets and men carrying big bundles
elbowed each other in the street, a. good
natured throng that had no i'll word for an
accidental bump as they pushed their way be-
tween the sidewalk stands and the hucksters
who hawked their wares from carts at the
curb-line. In front of every grocery was a
grove of fragrant Christmas trees waiting to
be fitted into little green stands with fairy
fences. Within, customers were bargaining
chatting and bantering the busy clerks. Pedlers
offering tinsel and colored candles waylaid
them on the doorstep. The rack under the
butchers awning fairly groaned with it's weight
of plucked geese, of turkeys stout and skinny,
of poultry Of every kind. The saloon keeper
even had wreathed his doorposts in ground-ivy
and hemlock, and hung sprig of holly in the
window as II with a spurious promise of peace
Ou Odrtu duO SUOu Will ul0u WIZ enUereu
there. 1t tempted not Joe. He drove past it to
the corner where he turned up street darker
and lonelier than the rest, toward stretch OF
rocky, vacant lots fenced in by an old stone
wall. Liza turned in at the rude gate without
being told, and pulled up at the house.
a plain, little one-story frame with a lean-tc
for kitchen, and an adjoining stable-shed
overshadowed all by two great chestnuts of tn,
Ao1 LAM
are paved streets, and on Manhattan Island
there was farm by farm. One might have beer
tempted to call it shanty but for the evidenc,
of care and order all about, and the fresl
white paint on the walls. There was a light il
the window looking toward the street. A
Liza hoofs were heard on the drive, younl