The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-05-14
rnR urrlB NEW YEAR.

Ons cold morning Donald swoke from
Ma dreams and sat up In bed and lis
Tened. He thought ne heard a knock
at his window but though the morn
was shining brightly, Jack Frost had
been 10 busily at work that Donald
could not see through the thickly
painted panes. So he crspt sleepily out
Of bed. and opened the window. and
whispered: "Who Is there?" II am."
replied tinkling voice. II am the lit
tie New Year. hol no! And I've prem
But I am such a little fellow I need
somebody to help me distribute them.
Won't you please come out and help2'
"Oh, it's so cold!" said Donald: "Pd
rather go back to my warm bed" and
he shivered as Jack Frost. who was
passing, tickled him under the chin
with one Of the frosty pane brushes.
"Never mind the cold" urged the
New Year; please help me-"
So Donald hurried into his clothes
and was soon out In the yard. There
smaller than himself. pulling q large
cart which seemed to be loaded with
good things. On one side Of this cart
was painted the word Love-" and on
the other Kindness" As soon as the
New Year saw Donald he said. "Now.
please take hold and help me pull"
ana down the drive they travelled until
they came to an old shanty. Here II
where make my first CALL" said the
New Year. Donald looked wondering
ly pit him. "Why. nobody lives here
but an old eolored man who works for
us; and he hasn't any children!" He
needs my help" said the New Year;
'for grown people like to be thought of
Just as much as children do. You
shovel out q path to his door. while
unload some Of my blessings; land the
little hands went busily at work, piling
up warm clothing. wood and a new
years dinner. the New Year singing a
ne worked:
Shaking my beils with q merry DIM
So open your door and let me in."
Old Joe, hearing some noise outside,
came to the door, and when he saw all
the nice gifts the tears ran down his
cheeks for gladness: and a. he carried
them into the house he whispered:
1.-THE dear Lord has been here tonight"
where are we going now?" asked
Donald. as they ran down the hill. ITO
take some flowers to q poor sick girl"
answered the New Year.
Soon they came to a small house.
where the New Year stopped. why
Bessie, our sewing girl lives here"
said Donald. II didn't know she was
sick" See" said the New Year, this
window IL open little; let us throw
this bunch Of pinks into the room.
They will please her when she wakes,
and will make her happy for several
days" .
leaving some blessing behind them.
"Whnf rynndnrf,.1 49, hnS %
said Donald; though you have taken
so much out 1t never seems to get
empty" "You are right. Donald. there
Is never any end to love and kindness.
AS long as l find people to love and be
be kind to, my cart is full Of blessings
for them; and 1t will never grow empty
until ] can no longer find people to
help. If you will 60 with me every day
and help me scatter my blessings, you
will see how happy you will be all the
year."
"A Happy New Year!" called some
one; and Donald found himself in bed,
and his sister standing in the doorway
smiling at him.
Have you had q pleasant dream.
dear?" she asked.
"Why, where is the little New Ysar7"
said Donald; he was Just here with
me-"
Come into mammals room and see
what she has brought you." answered
his sister. There in q snowy white
cradle he found a tiny baby brother,
the gift Of the New Year.
How happy Donald was then! But
he did not forget his dream. Old Joe
and Bessie had their gifts, too, and
Donald tried 60 hard to be helpful that
he made all his friends glad because
the happy New Year had come;