Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1905-12-21

lTdue 1OuTS Is dS SOOu dS new ouTe.
Here goes!"
1t was a cold, bleak day. Half an
hour later a ragged shivering urchin
stood alone, with staring eyes and gap
ing mouth, drinking in all the glory
of new sleds as they were effectively
displayed in the windows of depart.
ment store.
Gee, it's rotten cold" exclaimed
this youngster to himself. Wonder
how long | got to keep this up?'
Not long, for at that moment a car
riage drawn by a pair of richly capari-
soned horses drew up at the curb. At
the window of the carriage appeared
the face of woman of wealth The
footman jumped down, and in response
to her signal approached the boy. The
boy. holding his rags together, fol-
lowed the footman to the carriage.
He looked with wistful, soulful eyes
in the eyes of the woman.
"Gee!" he thought to himself as he
looked at her. For he knew her She
was Mrs. John Y. Pierson, friend OF
his mothers and a woman well known
for her charitable deeds. But she did
not know him. She was saying some.
thing about Santa Claus.
"Yes'm," he found himself replying
for he was a bit ratified; yes m, I've
heard of him. In foreign countries"
he added, as though quoting from a
book. hes called sometimes st. NichO-
las and sometimes Kriss Kringle. He's
the patron saint of children"
And then he stopped, for he had
overreached himself. "Why-why," in
quired the woman, do you go to
school?"
We'll, ma'am," he returned, curing
his unfortunate slip, 81 do when / have
clothes to wear and-and when I've
had something to eat. | don't know
as | can now, though, fer the man wot
owns our room is going to put us out
they's only my sister and myself" he
added, to round the thing out. The
woman looked at the angelic face and
the ragged clothes, and then her heart
overflowed-and her purse also. which
is more to the purpose.
az can't be bothered going around to
his home-a dirty place. likely. III
just give the money to the boy him
self" she thought to herself Il guess
can trust him" If she had said this
aloud. Boggs Junior would have as
sured her that she could. AS ii was
he took the money, thrust it deep in
his pocket, touched his hat, and strobe
shivering. toward-home? Oh, no
merely toward large shop around the
corner. Once there, he examined the
bill which the woman had given him.
1t was a ten-dollar one
And so Boggs Junior went from store
to store. always the same poor shiv-
ering. angelic specimen of humanity,
perfect Christmas carol, an idyll in
rags so TO speak. But there was ono
thing he was careful about. He kept
wary eye on the police.
Christmas morning at the Boggses
All the family and several relatives
conaregated about huge tree in the
library.
where's Quincy?" they all asked
They were soon answered, for immedi.
ately there burst into the room a verr
small boy graphing with huge pyra
mid of paper bundles. which he
dropped upon the floor
"Here, pop" he began, handing that
gentleman one of the packages. this
Is for you, and this for nom. and here's
something for tha cook and here's
and so on. ad inhnuum In other
words. he was the hero and Eeaefac. o.
Of the occasion
"Why. whore did you get the money
FOR an these thlugs?" they gaspcd
Roprs Junior smiled Worked for a."
he replied,
"You must have worked hard they
suggested. Nav" he returned, ~
wasn't hard work al an And. D." he con.
timed ma have been bll right n ta
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