The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-02-09
Or his life pilgrimage for many, many

Il am thy second remembrance. l was
the partner of thy sorrows and thy joys,
and thou didst greet me with the title of
thy wife. Heed well my warning: Obey
the words heard in the ticking of the
clock, in the mourning of the wind, and
the voice of the BELLS" And it was gone.
Another; o, did he not know this one !!
He stretched out his trembling arms to-
wards the phantom of his daughter! The
shadow drew back from his touch.
Thy third remembrance! Thy last
warning! Obey the words heard in the
ticking of the clock, in the mourning Of
the wind, and in the voice of the bells ~
And the phantom grew misty and indis-
tinct before him as he held out his hands
imploringly towards it.
My child, thou wilt not leave me yet?
Only remembrance of my better nature,
tarry yet awhile"
Remember !" The voice came seeming
ly from the far-off distance. The figure
was mere airy wreath. Remember !"
The sound came lingeringly towards him,
and darkness fell upon him and upon the
freless room wherein he sat.
There was a terrible hustle, and run
shutting of doors, and shouts of gleeful,
childish laughter in the old house of Mar
tin Grant, the pawnbroker. There was a
little witch skipping backward and for
ward in every direction. Her f1azen head
peered in upon stout Mrs. Whirtle, who,
with her face in a full glow, superintended
the basting of huge turkey in the kitch-
en-. Before the small apparition could
be challenged, it was off in a twinkling,
and had dashed pell-mell into the little
back room behind the warehouse, embrac-
ed two old men, little girl Of about her
own age, a lame boy and an old dog with
shaggy coat, and was gone again before
any of them could recover from their
surprise. Mrs. Whirtle's son Joe was en-
barrassed by her springing suddenly into
his stalwart arms, ahd insisting upon be-
ing borne all the way down the kitchen
stairs. And Mrs. Whirtle's son Joe car
ried her as If she had been a feather. And
the witch at last becoming more composed,
drew up a stool to the feet of one of the
old men in the little back room, and look
ing archly up into his face, said:
"Gran'pa, youth never turn me out Of
the house again?"
Whereupon this old man, without giving
the least indication Of such behavior, be-
gan to sob and to grasp the hand of the
other old man seated at his side, and to
shake 1t warmly, and this made the other
old man begin to sob; and the little girl
seated SO quietly at the freside sobbed,
too, and so did the little lame boy, and
even the shaggy old dog seemed to be
struggling with a determination of not
giving way to his feelings, when the door
was thrown wide open, and Mrs. Whirtle
bore down upon them under full press
of canvas, and heavily laden with the
turkey. Mrs. Whirtle's son Joe followed
with a huge sirloin of beef. Both being
relieved of their burdens, disappeared
again, only to reappear with an endless
array of other dishes, bearing an endless
variety of everything eatable under the
sun. Last of all came Christmas plum
pudding, rivaling the largest-sized school
atlas in it's gigantic circumference.
And perhaps they didn't eat Perhaps
anybody was forgotten! Perhaps even
the shaggy old dog, who had his meat serv-
ed up on the hearthstone at one and the
same moment with the rest of the family,
didn't feel a somewhat uncomfortable SEN
sation after dinner In the vicinity of his
shaggy waistcoat. And when the cloth
was cleared away, didn't the glee become
more overpowering than ever? And didn't
grandfather Martin Grant make a speech,
and speak in the most eulogistic terms of
everything and everybody in general
especially Mrs. Whirtle? And finally
didn't grandfather John Grant rise, and
with a trembling voice and a tear in his
eye, relate how a certain person had fol-
lowed two other certain persons into a
miserable place, where on the bare floor
an old man and lame boy, together with
a shaggy dog, lay extended almost perish
ing of want. And how, when she brought
them, every one of them, back to her own
home with the intention of taking them
up to her own part of the house, how they
were met by another person, who, with
tears streaming down his cheeks, went
down upon his knees before them and ask
ed them for forgiveness.
The disappearance of the witch Miriam
and Mrs. Whirtle's son Joe gave rise to
some speculation. They speedily reap
peared, carrying something covered with
a green cloth and shaped like a picture.
The cloth was removed and it stood re-
vealed-a beautifully worked legend in
colored silks, and surmounted by a hand
some gilt frame; and as his eye read on,
something for a moment blurred the sight
of old Martin Grant.
PEACE ON EARTH, Coon WILL TOWARDS
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Mirfdm's offering to her grandfather on
the anniversary Of his birth, and on
the eve of Christmas Day."
Not to make any further mystery of it,
this had been worked by Miriam Grants
own fingers at school the frame had been
purchased with her own little savings.
And as the pawnbroker lay his head upon
the pillow that night, he made resolu-
tion from thenceforth to try his best to
follow out those words which would be
ever present to him till his dying day.
And they shaped themselves into the form
OF holy prayer, and went up from his
softened heart In solemn accents: peace
on earth, good will towards men p
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