Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-12-20

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 tonight; it would be a good chance. The church was all trimmed with wreaths of evergreen ana festoons of cedar, with notices and silver stars There was mvste rious green curtain across one end of the platform, and now and then young lady peeped from behind it with very important face
 Rosy Was all wrapped up in great fur cloak, but, oh, what a radiant White vision was hidden under that cloak! Because, as 1 said Rosy was to be an angel, and it was Christmas eve
 The church was full of happy peo- pie. She nestled down quietly in a corner, her part would not come for long time. By and by she fell to wondering about the Christmas an- gels->if they would come tonight across the fields She had great mind to go and see. She could slip out of the little door behind the curtain and nobody would know
 So she gathered her fur cloak around her and slipped out into the snow. It was so white and still out there; the stars shone down at her; she was not afraid. The fields stretched away be- fore her in wide, white silence, and she went away through a little hollow and across a pasture field. It was growing cold and she shivered under her fur cloak. but she did so want to see if r4-e angels came.
 She wondered if there would be any little girl angels like her, and if she would hear them sing She wondered which way they would come. and which was the star the wise men followed. Maybe if she knew she might follow it, too, and find the little Christ-child, for had not they told her elat He was on earth still? That one great star in the east, could it be the one? It was so bright she would follow it and see. It must be nearly time for the angels to come.
 Presently she began to wonder which way she had come. The fields were wide and white about her. rising winds lifted tiny whirls of snow and : twisted them into garlands and then dropped them gently. She shiyered with the cold. Somewhere lay home, and the warm bright church, and she could not tell which way She looked up at the stars but they seemed 90 far away, and the Christmas angels did not come. She would sing; maybe they would hear, and tell her which way to go.
 It was ten o'clock when Nate Downey started home across the fields It was nearer that way; he would stop at the church for Rosy. Tom and he had quarreled that night. something about the river meadow, and he walked on moodily, forgetting all about the blessed Christmastide. and the baby Peace that came to earth on Christ mas night so long ago.
 All at once he stood still and lis tened. Somewhere out of the dim star light voice sang, faint and far
 Peace on earth, it sang, "peace and goodwill"
 He remembered that it was Christ mas eve.
 Peace and goodwill" sang the voice, blown little farther by the wind. It was Rosys song; what did It mean? The fathers lip trembled a little. Rosy must be singing her song now in the church; what did it mean that he should hear it here? Was any thing wrong with the child-his little pet daughter? The wind blew the sound to him again faintly
 Peace and goodwill, goodwill to men! Might it not be a message to him? Perhaps after all he had been rash and hasty with Tom; Tom was a good man. He would see him again tomorrow.
 The voice came again. a little near. or; surely 1t was voice, child's voice, and there was the sound of a sob in it-it was Rosy's voice!
 Nate Downey hurried on. The wind tossed the snow in his face, clouds We're drifting up from the west and plotting out the stars.
 He called finally across the field. Rosy! Rosy!" the wind caught the name as 1t left his lips and tossed if away 0o IL
 The little voice sang no more. Only the wind kept up its swift minor su,a1; and went on heaping little mounds ;n the corners. great fear was in bis neart. He called again. Oh there, whence came the little voice that cr,ed sobbingly: Papa oh, papa!" eN
 He sprang forward eaper1r .,,. again and again, and each tima tha ,ns ,.4 tie voice answered, till at last ha has @ ms .n own S:s1, il,,ie daughter in his arms: come through the snow to him witb her message of peace. - "''n
 Nate Downey stopped a minute a+ e1~