Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1893-12-22
Nora Bllis'S Victory.
A CHRISTMAS STORY.

Il syss5TsS -z1 : day-school, and all
N@-s the little children
from Pretty lake to the huckleberry
marshes had gathered there in juve-
nile effort at worship.
of course the prospect of Christ
mas tree, with distinct pledge that it
would be loaded with presents in the
evening, may have stimulated the half
grown piety OF the children, but l
don't know as their elders, who are
good because heaven will reward such
a course, have any advantage of them.
Nora Ellis was managing the festivi
ties. She had been busy for days and
days with trips to town and journeys
to the school-house. She had burd-
ened her own plumr hands, and the
arms of half the pupil with packages
-oi candles, candies, popcorn, strung on
thread, and festooned cranberries that
should depend at last from the rising
green branches of the Christmas tree.
She had called commands in strong,
sweet voice to men who drove to mar
ket, and laughed her greeting to as
sistants while they were yet great
way off
In the midst of it all Nora had
thought now and then what Christmas
meant, and her heart was gentle, as
hearts should be, when her fancy con.
iured up the star in the cast when that
finer ear which never bends to less than
heavenly music caught the rhythm of
that anthem which filed the sky one
distant night in distant land.
Vet one thorn troubled her. She
tried to forget Ed Morrow and their
quarrel, but the thought would come
back and confront her. She remem-
bered how happy she was in the sum
mer time, when she walked with him
along this same plain road and thrilled
as good girl will when the angel of
true love troubles the waters of her
waiting soul
He had wandered away with the sun,
as the summer ended, and she heard of
him now and then from friends who
drove to Hendricks County. Once or
twice he had drifted up the borders of
her neighborhood, but she never saw
him. Rumor, that agile assassin, de-
clared he was going with" Eliza
Raines, and honest Nora could won
der, i'll the midst of her pain, what he
found in the girl to admire He would
come to the Christmas tree, no doubt,
and she must suffer in silence while
that brazen creature stated her ewes
with looking upon her.
Everything was as ready as it could
be at schoolhouse. The day had filed
the eye of Christmas lovers. Snow
lay deep upon the ground, and through
it the sleigh tracks had been beaten
like sort of canal between high banks
of white. The sky was as gorgeous
and still as any bestowed on rich mid
summer nights, and the MINDLESS air
was charged to tingling with exuber-
ant life and swift vitality. Underneath
the steel sled runners struck clear
/ Morse music from the firm white an
vii. Sleighbells rung a greeting to
laughing parties on converging roads.
And all the strong, still air was bur
dened with the songs of youth and
maiden, rich with life and hungry for
enjoyment.
Tonight, besides the distribution OF
presents, there We're songs in which
Nora had trained the children recita-
tions in which the children had mostly
trained themselves; a tableau or two
and "A iubilaa5 chorus.
Nora, looking ont through peep
hole in the curtain, saw Ed Morrow
sittu.Y close up to the front, but far
away from the women. If he came
with that glrl he had done the very
ungraceful thing of leaving her to
shift fof herself in stranger company
and pUshNl his way TO the point most