The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-12-22

You'll pardon me
II I should seem your household to neglect
With you SO strict, Unjust lie circumspect
And since l chance to have no evening dress.
cannot call this evening. Ny distress
Is great, but must exc obey the laws
That You've set down Yours truly. Santa
Claus"
The moral is. for those who choose to read,
That they enjoy q monstrous little need
OF life's good things who think 1t well to mix
Our old time joys with Mr.. Blarney's tricks
or etiquette, who doth some folks beguile
To thinking Christmas has gone out Of style.
Carlyle Smith, in Harper's Bazaar.
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10. " 81 ~,
E9 Sh Y years ago,
ASS. SrliTtaiy there lived in
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I'M ,ub&tA of a tenement
MN WMI Ia \ house, in one
MVM IH*llj1 of the poorest
MlW ~ W. districts in
New York
city. widow
named NJ S.
Jones and her two children-twelve-
year-old Tom and Dollie. who was not
quite ten.
Mrs. Jones worked from light to
dark. week in and week out, in 4 fac
tory, and she got for her toll so little
money that if il had not been for Toms
backing boots and selling papers am
afraid they would often have gone to
bed in their one attic room cold and
hungry.
While Mrs. Jones was away at the
factory and Tom shining and shouting:
"Here's yer full account of everything
going! evening hextra! only five cents!'
Dollie was keeping the house tidy
against mother and Tom came home. :"
1t was wonderful to see how much
this little deformed girl could do, for
Dollie was ahunchback, and don't be-
ieve she had ever known in all her life
what it meant to be free from pain:
yet, do you know, no one ever saw any
thing but smile on the sweet. wan
face, and the neighbors told Mrs. Jones
that Dollie sang all day long. and that
her songs were mostly about a beau
tiful land" where want and sickness
and sorrow never came.
But while Dollie sang her hands were
busy. and everything that could shine
in that one room just had to do it. You
could see your face in the kettle. and
the stove looked like those in the shops,
it had such a polish There was not q
sunbeam that forgot to come down to
peep in at the little housekeeper
through the small bright window
panes: and Mrs. Rafferty,, the old Irish
woman who lived in the next room,
said: 1T is cryin' sin to kape boords
under fut the like of them" She
meant, you know, the floor boards of
Mrs. Jones' room The only table the
Jones had was an ordinary kitchen
one. but its top was white as snow, and
when it was not set for breakfast or
supper Dollie always kept spread on
1t. and what do you think she had for
material? Just. common newspapers
sewn together and the edges pinked
out with pair of scissors: and must
not forget to tell You that Dollie had
to carry all the water for her cleaning
mp five long pairs of stairs. for the
pump was down in the back yard. and
rs Dollie was not strong she could only
carry very small quantity of water at
one time.
The day that am going to tell you
abou. was the one before Christmas.
1t was quite late in the afternoon; her
work was all done and Dollie sat by
the window looking out 1t was very
entertaining to watch the people in
the street SO far below her to-day. for
most of them carried bundles, and
Dollie could guess by the shapes of
some OF the biggest parcels what might
be hidden under the brown paper COW
eriags