Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1900-12-25
fusely and overran the ugly red clay tina,

fusely and overran the ugly red clay that
inclosed them.
Across one corner stood the piano. Il
was the only really new thing at hand, and
its polished surface took on shadows of the
ancient grandeur about it, as if in apology
for its presence here. Opposite the flower
window was another recess filled with book
shelves, where goodly reading was to be had
between the shabby covers of many an old
treasure.
A few easy chairs and tables Law cozily
about; and the great brick fireplace with
its brass andirons and high old mantel shelf
was the heart and core of the room.
Estella laid the fine thin old cloth care
fully on the round, polished table, garnish-
ing it by pinning little sprigs of holly on its
satiny surface.
She placed Urania's chicken by the warm
hearthstone, and on stool near by laid a
basket of rosy apples and pile of bread
with the great toast-fork on guard With
much pride of manner she turned out glass
of crab-apple jelly into an old glass dish.
and hanked it by another dish of branded
peaches.
THAT will surprise the girls" she said,
and laughed little as she showered Pencil
ope's lavish supply of candies in every con-
Estella looked queenly. Her black satin
gown was old, but she had drawn over the
patched waist fichu of soft yellow lace,
and fastened in its folds bunch of pretty
old velvet wall flowers Her hair had a
trick OF curling itself into proper places,
and CLINT of its old auburn tint was in
its white sheen. Her eyes were bright and
her cheeks rosy with expectancy.
To,y,cd Eve ~ ~
heavier. Day was almost gone Estella
went to the window, looked out moment
on the sea. Even the great deep is quiet
today" she said, "and there is no poor
honesty Estella this Christmas"
She drew the curtains, put fresh log on
the blazing fire and hurried to answer a
timid little knock that came on her door.
As the gust of air rushed in she looked up
to see Penelope and Urania with hoods off
and hands extended, whilst they sang in
nasal tones the old street waits: 81 pray
you, merry gentlemen" Estella laughinely
whirled them into the room, saying: 81 am
dismayed."
With many loving kisses, wishes for
merry Christmas" and soft little words,
they were Invested of wraps and furs and
finally nestled down into easy chairs with
the restful spirit of the hour floating lightly
on their tired senses.
Penelope began knitting some soft, fluffy
white thing that grew and grew in ampli-
tude; and Urania, after examining the prep.
arations for supper with pleased anxiety,
busted herself with toast-fork and apples.
Estella wandered about the room idly for
awhile, saying few words, and now and
again touching the cheek or hair of her
old friends with the tips of her slight fin.
gers. Then, finding her seat at the piano.
she drifted off into the land of music and
ecstasy, a golden haired child, softly beck.
oning the way.
Penelope and Urania kept quiet accom-.
paniment with needles and fork, and up the
chimney tiny flame spirits danced, while
the CHEEKY logs sang tune all their own
As the last notes of "Chopin's Lament"
fell on the air, great tear splashed down
Urania's soft cheek and fell into the snowy
heart of the last roasted apple
"Time!' cried Penelope, though her own
eyes were moist, and she drove her knitting
needle straight through the unsuspecting
apple.
Estella sprang up and came laughing to
the Preside. Then up jumped the others.
and, singing the Keel Row." danced about
the table as in their school days.
The flames shot pink light on the op.
posite wall. and made the dancing figures
look like little girls. The old portraits ON
the wall took on disappearing air, and the
little flame spirits jeered; but the great logs
sang soft sweet song, and the dear Christ
Child nestled c,ose to the old hearts that
had found Him, and caressed the wrinkled
faces into images OF love and peace.