The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1899-12-29
4 CHaISTNHS babe.

gyTs HE'boll of the st. Nikolaas church
ag1S was merrily going, the bell Of IT, e
e2lc quaint church in New Amster
adam'sfoT close by the blue water that
crippled around Manhattan Island, Ding
sding-ding-dingi
1t twas Christmas eve, and did not st.
-Nikoi cas- bell have right to swing mel
Tily? at seemed to say; "Chrstmas
coming, coming, coming" and in It's
JoyiuldOnes one might have caught the
echo .of that jubilant proclamation:
''For uIs.e as a Child IL born, unto us a
son Is gwen, and the government
shall be apoa lis shoulders, and His
name shall be called Wonderful, Coun-
eseler, the mighty Il Il, the everlasting
Father, the Prince Of Peace"
Swing and ring, 70 bell! rChristmas
vEas coming. Ring away, o iron bell!
no GOV. Peter Stuyvestant standing
around the little Holland town on his
Woods leg, 70 the townSfoiks IN baggy
Voreeches or quilted petite rats, to the
vHeary sailors in the lighters that had
pushed up the canal devidInG De
B eeren Graft (to-day's Broad street,,
cor the seamen in the craft moored by
ahe shore, the thought OF Christmas
brought new joy.
Hans Van Schenkel stood on the stoop
of the shop where he sold beaver skin
and other furs, but the ringing of the
bell brought no special satisfaction.
"What is chat bell ringing for?" he
asked, turning to his daughter
Katryne.
cit is ringing for Christmas, think,
father, and that is good news"
''Nerily daughter, there is something
Better than Christmas, and that is that
snow is coming, and thou hast home
with thy father"
Il pity those without-a-home--"
Then she stopped and her blue eyes
so filled with tears that they were like
ssapphires floating in fountains of crys-
3al.
"Come, come, child, thou hast good
home. What is the matter with thee?"
"Thou knowest, father"
"Humph!" growled Hans. Then he
Thou art signing for that sister of
shine, and is it any fault of mine be-
cause she would, yes, would, in spite
OF all l could say, marry that Jack
Lang? L warned her.LsWhen, then, She
Went no. tl9 n@Il1rlss3, vas / my
fault?n a
Katryne turned away to hide the
pearls tn at fell so freely from her blue
eyes. She thought of the day when
Jack Lang and Lysbet Van Schenkel
stole through a gateway in the wall of
the palisades running where Wall street
now Island ,givingla name to it. The
lovers DISAPPEARED tn ere, an. not for a
dong day was Lysbet seen. but,sJack
never. 1t was said that they were
dnarried by an English clergyman
somewhere, at some time. Finally
came story that the sailor had died
and soon after the arrival of these It'd
ings'there came through gate in New
Mmssardam's wooden wall worn anC
weary woman with babe in her arms
Where she was received and sheltereC
Hans did not know.
3."She had myename once" he logged
by asserted, "but she is mo child o
mime now" One might naturally fee
tth&tEhis wintry night Lysbet iand he
bate wenld be exposed to the storm
ThatswiRging bell might say :"Re joice
rejoice" but was not there room il
some hearts for the feeling of anxiety
Haas wss not at ease. He could no
drop this subject that had come up fo
NOTICE.
"Tamilies," he muttered, "ough
not to be broken up by a child's disobe
diepee. She that broke that chair
nnusttake the responsibility: .. --
''Jf broken, father, can it ! not bt
mended?"
-"Not unless wisely, justly DONE"
tF"Christ says that we must love on
sanotb err" AS she spoke she was facin
"A rude wall picture of the child Jesu
in Hismothers arms, Joseph standin
by. "isook at that, father!" She point
ed to the picture.
al love thee, good daughter"
This encouraged Katryne, and sh
broke out into bold proposition
"Then why not let :Lysbet com
homer"
"Katryne! No more!"
Only three words, but he put'enoug
iforce into them to show what his fu
opinion might be. She made no repl,
but drew quilted crimson hood owe
herloeks and slipped out the door Whe
Katryne returned Hans was in yer
painful mood, and he remarked, in
sympathetic tone:
"Itis bad night my child"
ayes, father, but Christmas wi
soon be here"
al the watch out?"
eyes, father and he almost ran in
me, as IL he thought l were. savas
fhst had just come down the Mort
river in his canoe and needed to
looked after"
"Humph! The watch is a savage
he can't tell a goodly woman of Ne
Amsterdam from one of those up-riv
indians. Unless Il he follows !. bett