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The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
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white wolves no tell the truth" the
Indian replied. "They want scalp. They
can't come in while the Elk is at the door.
Silence prevailed for moment and then
the blow was repeated.
1.-TWO minutes, miss" said gruff voice.
Eve are coming I'M"
The Elk heard as well as did the girl and
in another instant he let one foot slip a little
behind its mate. That movement, slight as
il was, meant preparation for the worst; but
the Indian did not speak.
LET the boys in, please do, Lucy" came
from the couch in the corner. IL want to
know what's kept them away. The old
Katydid-"
Once more with cry Lucy sprang to the
couch and bent over the attenuated figure
thereon.
ITS not the boys of the Katydid, Paul.
Pardon me. ] told an untruth before.
They're the men from across the divide.
They want you, you"
With frightened face the fair speaker
threw look toward the door and saw the
figure braced there, living barricade of
flesh and blood.
As she looked the assault came. One Of
the men outside threw himself against the
door, the portal shook from top to bottoyl
and the moccasined foot of the Indian
seemed to slip half an inch-that was all
Lucy caught halfway the cry that welled
from her heart and watched the human bar
ricade. The lips of the Indian were COM
pressed and his eyes watched the door be-
fore him. lie seemed in his element, but not
sound escaped him. (
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
"A BOGUS SANTA CLAUS.
A Change In Biinky Bangs Christ
mas Programme.

Blinky Bangs chuckled and confided to
himself that he was genius as he started
forth that stormy Christmas eve. Under
his long ulster he wore the familiar uni
form of Santa Claus, perfect in every de-
tail.
At the big house overlooking the river
only the children and one "trusty" servant
were at home, for the others of the house
hold had commenced the festivities of the
merry season. Blnky was to be admitted
by the servant, and, as good Kriss Kringle,
entertain the little ones while securing all
the valuable plumber to be had.A
When they saw this perfect counterfeit
of the jolly reindeer driver, they at first
stood in wide-eyed wonder till the sturdy
little Ben advanced with extended hand and
quantity welcomed the hoped-for guest. This
did not disturb the crusted hardness that
had so long imprisoned Blinky's better ma.
ture, but when the fairy-like Ruth, with
her crown of waving yellow hair and glis-
tening blue eyes, rushed forward and from
the vantage point of a chair threw her
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

A strained silence of half minute elapsed
when again the door was charged. The man
outside threw himself against it with the
same result, only this time the moccasined
foot did not slip. 1t kept it's place.
The Elk seemed made Of iron; his veins
stood out on his half naked figure like whip
cords and, giant-like, he kept his self-as-
signed post.
"Take down the barbados, girl" said the
leader of the band.
In spite of herself the mountain girl
smiled. They did not know that the Elk
was the barricade.
Twice more the door was assaulted with
the same impetuosity; but the defender Of
the pair did not move.
At last the Elk looked down into the face
beside him and caught Lucy's eye.
"The wolves have gone, girl" said he.
"They could not break the Indians arm"
Gone? No. In another second a fist struck
the portal and voice exclaimed.
"a happy New Year to you, miss. We
guess you've won him fairly. You've nursed
him through and you kin have the last sur
vivor of the Katydid disaster. Good night,
girl" and then Lucy heard footsteps as the
band retreated, but the Indian still kept his
strong hands at the well guarded planks.
1t was long night for the mountain girl,
but she had companion in her vigil, for she
would not let the redskin depart. Slowly
over the wild landscape broke the first
morning Of the New Year, and Paul slum-
bered, dreamless of the shadows that en-
quilted him during the night just passed.
At last as the sun kissed the tips of the
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

She listened till she heard steps outside
and then, with thrill of joy, she laid her
hand on the stout barbados OF the frontier
door.
"The doctor at last!" said Lucy under her
breath, as, without more ado, she took down
the plank and opened the portal.
But the next moment she fell back with a
cry that seemed to drive all the blood from
her cheeks, and she stood in the middle Of
the room staring at the tableau before her.
In the room stood a stalwart Indian and
Lucy instinctively glanced toward the
couch.
For a moment IL seemed as If the noun
tain girl would sink to the floor, but sudden
ly she threw herself between the savage and
Paul and stood like a statue there.
"They are coming" said the Indian, point
ing at the door. "The wolves of the divide
are out yonder"
aren't they satisfied with their work."
cried Lucy. Haven't they done enough:
They blew up the Katydid-"
The interruption was a sudden spring by
the Indian and the door, left slightly ajar,
was hurled to with almost crashing force.
At the same time something seemed to fall
against it from the outside, but the palms
of the Indian were against the panks and
with his whole strength he was holding the
enemy at bay.
Lucy watched the red man as he pitted
his powers against the horde at the door,
and for little while she feared that the por
tai would he broken down by the foe.
"Lucy! Lucy!"
Her name came from the couch and as the
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
winter mountains his sleep vanished and his

winter mountains his sleep vanished and his
eyes Enclosed.
Paul turned his head and caught the radi
ant face of the gentle watcher and in an.
other moment his gaze fell upon darker
face near BY.
who's that, Lucy?" he asked. "You
didn'tlet that redskin in last night, did your
''He came in without asking, Paul. For
tune sent him." she whispered, bending over
the wounded man. "But for our red brother
you would not have seen the dawning of the
New Year"
"And consequently have lost my little
sweetheart, eh?"
Eyes, Paul." and Lucy took the thin hand
of her lover and placed it in the strong one
that had saved both of them from the
fiends of the divide, making bright for them
the New Year which was to witness the
frution of their fondest hopes.
T. c. HARBAUGH.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

From the youngest up, all of us can see
something in Christmas, above and beyond
its outward manifestations. II commemo.
rates the beginning of life, which countless
millions of the human race have looked upon
as divne-a life of unselfshness, of self
sacrifice, of tenderness, of goodness and of
purity.
We family initiate that life when we heal
a sorrow, make one heart happier or tighten
the burden borne by some tired and weary
wanderer
1t may be true that after we have feasted
and frolicked we go back to the old lives
again. But we can take the spirit of Christ
mas with us, even if the bells are not ring
ing and there is no holly cleaning from the
wall.
That spirit will have its influence for good
The more it is cultivated by young and old
the nearer is the world drawing to the
golden year, and as the Christmas bells,
from hill to hill, answer each other in the
mist, we can say:
Ring In the valiant man and free,
The eager heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring In the Christ that is to be-"
Golden Days.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

and deeply sunken, but brilliant black
eyes.
going out, you know
"But it's not midnight yet, girl? The boys
haven't come back from the ledge"
"Not yet. There, don't let such things
worry you They'll come by and by"
He turned away and closed his eyes while
the girl crossed the floor and for half a min
ute listened at the door.
"The boys" she said, under her breath.
ats been that way for week. They'll
never come, and | cant tell him. j dare
not tell him that he is the sole survivor OF
the Katydid mine disaster, for he would
want to know how it happened. I'm a
strong young woman, but not quite strong
enough to break such news to him; no, not
yet"
Half a minute later Lucy Moore came
back to the cot and discovered that the miner
had dropped into deep sleep. The Katy
did mine had been wiped out in the twin
king of an eye by the work of unknown
scoundrels, and Paul Draper had managed
to crawl from the debris to be picked up
day later and carried to the mountain home
of the girl who loved him.
Lucy understood it all. She knew of the
feud; she had heard of the threats made by
the ruffians across the divide, and the mo-
ment she looked upon Paul's unconscious
form she guessed the truth. The villains
had simply dynamited the Katydid mine,
and the wonder was that even one man was
left to tell the tale.
New Years day was to have witnessed
their wedding, but for some time it had
looked more like burial as Paul lowered
between life and death, his figure wasted
away and his sufferings terrible. But she
had watched over him with unceasing
fidelity. She had been his constant compan-
ion since his narrow escape, and whenever
his mind wandered he wanted to know
when "the boys" would come. The boys
would never come, for they slept on the
mountain side, and Lucy had not strength
to tell him the truth.
For some time that night the girl con.
tinued TO sit at the cot, her gaze riveted upon
the white face of her betrothed. The tick.
ing of clock on a rough shelf nailed to the
wall sounded like the strokes Of trip-ham-
mer, but Lucy did not look up. She watched
the sleeper and her thoughts were with
him.
Suddenly she heard noise that startled
her from her chair. She went to the door
and put her ear against 1t while again she
sent swift glance toward Paul.
She had for several days expected visit
from the surgeon across the mountain and
hs might be there.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

The girl looked away afraid to let him see
her troubled face; but his hand frightened
its grip at her wrist.
The stocal Indian at the door did not
stir. He had braced himself like an iron
post and seemed oblivious to everything but
the act he was performing. Lucy wondered
how long he could hold the door against the
men outside. She did not hear them now,
but she did not doubt that they still stood
on the stoop ready to take advantage of any
thing in their favor.
Suddenly heavy blow struck the door
and Lucy heard her name spoken.
She left Paul and went forward.----~---
"We've come to tie wedding, girl" said
voice and there wds half suppressed laugh
on the outside.
Lucy did not speak, but her heart came
into her throat unbidden and with thrill
of terror.
eve know he's here. Something spared
him-spared him for you, girl" continued
the spokesman of the band. 1--WE only want
to see him and ask him few questions"
"Butyour mission means more than that"
spoke Lucy, clasping her hands as she
spoke. "You are the men from across the
divide-you are from Death Valley camp"
"She's located us squarely," che heard
a rough voice say. you can't fool the girl
in there. Tell her something else"
Lucy's face seemed to flush at these words
and she looked at the Indian.
white girl no believe the wolves?" said
he, his dark eye falling upon her for mo-
ment.
The mountain maid shook her head.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

ers TOT memory
More precious far than fleeing gold.
Goodnight. sweet year. wherein i read
Full many a page with rare delight;
Thy latest hour will soon have fed
o, pleasant year, sweet year. goodnight!
Good night. sad year. that reft away
Some hopes / cherished; gave the pain ~
or disillusion; dimmed the day
With wrecks OF labor wrought In vain
Goodnight. sad year, that sometimes knew
My pillow wet with bitter tears,
Goodnight, sad year, that drfteth too
Far hence on Times black sea OF years.
Goodnight, blithe year. that to the home
Came smiling with so gay a face,
Babe roses bloom in hall and room.
Sent small feet pattering through the
place
That woke such bells OF melody
As touch the eternal chords that ring
Where evermore the ransomed be
And saints for aye behold the King
Goodnight. brave year, that gave me
strength,
And helped my wiir-to overcome
In struggles, where the foe, at length
Bafiled and beaten. Left me dumb.
Yet thrilling with victorious song!
Goodnight, brave year! 1 fam would
keep
Thy secret stili to right the wrong.
But thou art weary. Rest and sleep.
Good night. o year most sorrowful
Seen from the earth side, ache and loss
And clouded dawns, and dear ones gone,
Have deeply stamped thee with the cross
Goodnight, o sorrowful sweet year.
Sweet with the promise OF the day,
Where heavens own morning shall appear
And all the shadows flee away.
Mrs. Margaret T.. Sangster. in Congrega-
tionalist. 49,
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
CHRISTIANS GIVING.
1t Has Upon 1t the Stamp of the d.
vine and the Spiritual.

The fact that Christmas giving is an ex-
change of things often not needed, and that
it tends to mutual loss rather than mutual
gain-which is the law of barter-elevates it
far above trade. The perennial benevolence
which finds it's expression in Christmas CIV
ing has the stamp of the divine and the
spiritual upon it, and it argues that there is
something more in man than the mere mate
rialist sees there.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
Mammals Fault.

Mamma, I'm afraid that money you gave
me to spend for Christmas won't go round"
Not go round?"
mo, mamma, not after get what Iwant
myself"
Why, you extravagant little scamp!"
ITS all your fault, mamma; you
shouldn't have encouraged such 'spensive
tastes in me."-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

look; and behold! the hay is all gone, and
the shoes are trimming over with toys and
sweetmeats! Then the children clap their
hands with glee, and wish they could only
have walked in time to see the pony MUNICH
ing his oats. That would have been such
fun!-Ella +. Mosby, in st. Nicholas.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
The Next Want.

"There!" she said, with a sigh of relief
GIVE got locomotive, wagon, mechanic
al acrobat and hose reel. That ought to
satisfy the dear little ANGEL"
at ought to, but it won't" said her hus-
band. "The little villain will want ham
mer to smash them with."-Cincinnat En-
uuirer
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
St. Nicholas.

st. Nicholas, as the patron saint of the
children, now termed Santa Claus, was can
onized, died, according to tradition, at
Myra, Italy, and was there buried in the
cathedral crypt. Six hundred years later
his body was taken to Bari, and there in the
eleventh century the great priory of San
Nicholo was built. 1t is at that priory that
on May 0 each year the festival of st.
Nicholas is held with great rejoicing by
pilgrims from all parts of the world
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
The True Spirit.

Gift giving at Christmas time is, or
ought to be, nothing more than manifes-
tation of the Christmas spirit, which is I'M
selfish, seeking only to make others happy.
Every one who has been moved by this
spirit has realized the truth of the saying:
1T is more blessed to give than to re-
ceivav
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
Sacred Trees.

The oaks upon which the mistletoe grew
were sacred to the Druids in days of old, and
they used to worship under them in the
most solemn and devout way. When hung
up in a room or hall, the beautiful pearly
berries were thought to possess the power of
keeping away evil spirits and influences.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
a Christmas Legend In Belgium.

The children of Belgium have charming
Christmas legend about Santa Claus pony.
They always place their wooden sabots on
the window-ledge, stuffed full of oats, hay,
and fodder for the dear Christmas pony"
In the early morning they run on tiptoe to
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
"A Last Request.

Her father had said it could never be.
They both sat in the parlor-also in
tears.
After long searching and desperate eff
fort she found her voice. Then, in desparing
tones, she cried: "Oh, Charley! If we must
part, let us wait till after Christmas
Philadelphia North American.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
"A Suggestion.

If you find it SO difficult to keep your New
Years resolutions, perhaps it would be
good idea to make few bad ones this time,
for change. For instance, you might re-
solve to be cross to your wife (if you have
one) every day during the year, and then
give her gentle words and loving kisses in
stead. You can thus be consistent with
your past record, and may possibly be bet
ter man when another year rolls around.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

Maude-Oh, Clara, I've just bought the
loveliest pink shawl for a Christmas pres
ent.
Clara-Yes; whom are you going to give it
to?
Il don't know. It's so pretty l think
will keep it myself. IN. Y. Commercial
Advertiser.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

immense amount of self-respect that night,
and now for several years has been in charge
of the stables at the big house, looking after
the premises and the children with faith
fulness that makes him invaluable
Free Press
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
Sensible Jimmie.

Jimmie" asked his mother, "why are
you so persistent about going to your Uncle
Johns for Christmas?"
"'Cause he hain't got none of them smoke
consumers on his chimbleys. Santa Claus
kin git inter his house. "-Detroit Free
Press
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

| S' " N y
Paul sitting bolt up
right, his gaze riveted
upon her.
| "Why don't the boys
Gomez he asked.
| With a sharp cry
Lucy threw herself
upon the floor beside
the miner.
| "They don't care for
me. What's the mat
ter with the katydid
mine, Lucy?'
| cts all right" was
the forced answer from
the mountain girl.
"The boys will come.
They can't get away
just now"
Crash! came some.
thing against the door,
and the Indian seemed
lifted from the floor
as he reeled away, but
for a second only.
Again he braced him
self and hiseyesseemed
to emit sparks of fire.
1--WE want Paul
Paul, the mine boss!"
me from outside.
eve have come for
him and"
Lucy turned back
and caught up the bar
ricade, but the Indian
swept the proffered
plank aside.
His feathers touched
the door; the heron
plumage in his long hair
brushed the plan ks.
but Ibis muscles did
nc qriver.
"The boys! the boys!
! say, Lucy" ca me
from the sufferers
couch. I'm going
back to the Katydid
myself and find them"
mo, no! You can't
CO." and Lucy again
threw herself beside
Paul and pushed him
gently back. They
are out there"
The boys, Lucy?''
asked the victim OF the
plot.
Yes, yes!"
A strange light came
into Paul's eyes and
his long fingers fas-
tened themselves about
Lucy's white wrist.
"W hats to-mor-
row." he asked, catch
ing her eye.
Its New Years
lay"
II thought so.
And the boys are com.
NO To the weddinp2D
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

HATS that, Lucy!
The man lying on
the low cot in the
light of the lamp on
n table at one side of
a little cabin turned
his head to one side
and listened. I'D
The young girl
bent over him and
for n moment looked
into the wan face
but brilliant black
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01

a. iiis dDOut Tic nCCh
of the bogus Santa
Claus, Blinky felt that
there was a breaking
up in his chest. When
she kissed him and
told him how they all
loved him, Blinky used
his sleeve with it's
snowy coating of wool
to relieve the dimness
of his vision.
AS they chung to
Blinky and chorused
their greetings, he was
confused as never be-
fore in his professional
career as a burglar.
His first impulse was
to go out and loot some
toy store and deliver
a wagon load of the
proceeds at the big
house. But, for some
reason he could not
understand, this was
utterly repugnant to
his new feelings. He
took the "trusty" serv-
ant into the hallway,
said something that
put that unworthy in
a tremble, slipped him
a bill and sternly told
him to be back in half
an hour.
When the children
sh uld have been
asleep in bed, the older
members of the family
returned to find them
in the midst of a romp
that filled the great
house with merriment.
Blinky was m Ia king
good time around the
room on all tours with
the children on his
back, not playing horse,
as Ben proudly an
nounced, but ELEPHANT.
About them was a pro-
fusion of gifts that the
servants had brought
and Blinky, in his as.
sumed role, had dis
tributed in a way to
win the hearts of the
youngsters. The mas.
ter of the house was
surprised, but not so
UGH so as Blinky,
whose instructive i'm
pulse was to jump
through a window. |
But the little ones were |
DANGEROUSLY singing his
praises. To them he
was Santa Claus, and
he looked the part. He
was accepted as some
good-hearted eccentric
and again made well
come. He took on an
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
Don't Make q Mistake.

just because your wife tells you to buy
her something useful, don't think she will
be satisfied If you send her home a barrel
of four.-N. Y. Truth.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-01-01
Why Not for a Whole Year,

Christmas comes but oncet year." said
Uncle Eben, "but dar ain no 'jections ter
anybody's maxim de cheerfulness an jim
erosty OBJ it hold ovuh fob IL months, eff he
wants ter."-Washington Star.