The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-25
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He came last night, the old fellow
with the fur coat and white beard, who
travels more in one night than all the
express trains in the world, and after
leaving gladness in the homes where
the children's smiles gladden. the hearts
of fathers and mothers, has gone to
reappear again in year.
Down the chimneys he came with his
pack and new skates, footballs, sleds
and toy engines for the boys and dolls
and dishes and miniature cradles and
baby carriages for the girls and candy
and nuts for both he StreWed round
lavishly.
There were thousands of little hearts
gladdened this morning at peep O. day
by the sight of well-filled stockings.
and the childish laughter which pealed
through the happy homes was music
for every fond heart which knows a
mothers or a fathers love. All the
world is better for his visit, because
where tiny ones are pleased and con-
the elders a peace which ''passeth all
understanding"
The toy stores were well patroniZed
yesterday and purchases were heavy.
1t was late hour when the tired clerks
finished their work and wendell their
ways homeward. They had been busy
parcels, showing goods to customers,
some of them not easily pleased, pack
ing and unpacking stuff of all kinds.
And the candy girls. My, but we are
almost worked to DEATH" said one last
evening. And nearly all sold out, too.
just look at the stock, how it has run
down. The taffy puller at the factory
has been mad all evening. We run
out and he had to work extra. He
swore, too, for he wanted to go out
and buy things for his children and
had to wait till tomorrow. How will
he ever explain to those young ones?
But there was a run on taffy; a big
run. Never sold so much taffy in my
life. You bet it was a great day for
u.s."
Il don't know when 1 will get time
to get my Christmas things" said one
of the delivery boys who brought the
writer a turkey. Never was rushed
SO in my life. Everybody wants turkey
and stuff and all of them want it at
once. Been running all day and will
not get through till 10 o'clock Good
by, got to hurry. Thirty orders in the
wagon and two trips left. Never mind
the box; keep it for kindling."
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Two little girls, clad not as prettily
as many a one sees on Main street. with
shoes worn down almost too close for
comfort, stood looking into the win
dows, just after dusk last night, at
some pretty things. What a lovely
DOLL exclaimed the smaller, and pre-
sumably the younger. Don't l wish 1
had the money, would have that; and,
oh, see, there at those cute little hoods.
Oh, Jennie, amt it too bad we're poor
and cannot get anything for Christ
mas?"
Hush" replied the elder, a slip of
u, let's go home. where we won't see
'em. We can't get 'em, and that's all
there is to it. (Poor little philosopher,
she is learning the ways of the world
too fast for her years. Come on
Right then something happened. One
of the FOUNDERS" around town, a man
who has money sometimes and some
times hasn't, but when he has is every
bcdy's banker, was standing behind the
pair while they were talking. Hold
on. little ones" he said, wait a min
ute. Do you like that doll?"
The eyes of the smaller one sparkled
as she replied, ooh, don't we,' while
the face of the eldest lit up for a sec
ond with a hope which died almost as
DIS IL WAS. CISdleu-
Then let's get it, replied the man
of the town. Lets get it. Come in
side"
Now there isn't much use in dwelling
on detail, but the young lady clerk who
waited on the trio declared to the writer
when the check for the goods bought
was sent to the cashiers desk it was
marked with a total of $3.50 that the
children each had warm hoods on; that
new shoes fitted their feet; that
each had a doll and something else,
and as they passed out of the door she
saw him hand the eldest a sinner,
which changed means ten silver dollars,
and she noted through the glass he was
waiting to put them on street car.
There must have been a glad time
in that home last night when those two
little ones came. What chattering
and a scattering, and a united effort to
both speak at once. How those little
tongues must have worked as they ex-
planned this and that.
Who was the rounder? Never mind.
told. Chances are that as he sat in
the lookout chair last night and re-
marked, Pay the five, Bob, you have
overlooked that bet" he forgot all he
had done. But that action of his did
more toward getting him a pair of
wings than all the supplications he
could indulge in in month";.