Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-12-31

received big plum pudding full of
raisins, as a present.
The people cheered January's fore
| thought, and close on his heels fol-
lowed merry little fellow, saying he
must make the most of his days, as he
had not long to live-only % days He
was short, thick set, with red nose
and a gruff voice. He presented the
guests with samples of his buckwheat
cakes, maple syrup, sausage, turkeys,
cranberry sauce, nuts and raisins. He
tod each one, in a big, breezy whisper
(that made them all run for their
coats) that if they would stop at his
market in Vanity Fair he would see
that they all had % kinds of his
choicest goods.
The third guest now got out of the
carriage. He looked so huge, fierce and
wild that the merry guests shrank
back half frightened at his aspect.
With loud hurrah he rushed at them
throwing a huge pile of snow handker-
chiefs, assuring them they would all
need them before his departure. Then
he started out of the room to an &C
compartment of sneezes, coughs and
maledictions.
March! March," a sweet voice
called, what kind of a welcome have
you left for me?" and a slender youth
came timidly forward. His face was "a
sweet as his voice, a very sensitive
one The lips laughed of themselves,
but the blue eyes were misty with I'M
shed tears. 1t was an odd expression
very winsome, but both sad and merry
1t seemed to be a true reflection of
his character, for, as he laughingly
said. Sometimes I'm obliged to be in
a good humor, and sometimes in bad
one, according to circumstances
now rain, now sunshine. | have some
slight souvenirs for you," and he gave
each guest a dainty umbrella, as blue
as his eyes, to protect them, as he
said, from his bad humors.
After him lady stepped out of the
coach. She called herself Miss May.
Her dress was a thin green gauze, and
her curly golden hair was festOoned
with anemones. She was rarely beau
tifui, but there was a certain GOODNESS
in the blue eyes. The voice was very
| lovely, not a concert voice, but that
of a singer in the wood. She had
! learned the bird notes from her own
experiences in the gay, green forest
| To each guest she daintily handed a
| huge May basket filled with pink arbu-
tus, in the midst of which were most
wonderful growing plants. Il cannot
be with you long" she said, "for l am
so busy repairing Aprtl's incompetent
work The great wash of the year is
! left for me to do, and all the gardens
must be made tidy; but here Is June
to tell you about play-time. l must go
back TO my work -a-day world
June was dressed in white muslin
with lilies of the valley in her dark
hair; her arms were filled with roses,
which she threw with wonderful grace
before her. On each petal was en-
graved an invitation for a floral
of the year, so that her guests might
have time to eat of all the choice
viands she would provide for them.
Close at her side stalked a youth,
her twin brother July, a tall brown
fellow, with a very independent man
ner, most becoming to youth who
had celebrated a number of Fourths
At the feet of the guests, he sent off
tiny firecraCkers. He gave them a com
plete set of fireworks tied with red
white and blue ribbon, and invited
them, with sunny smile to fete on
his grounds the coming Fourth.
Madam August oIOwed by two
children; anything so curious as her
dress was rarely seen. It was a gar
ment of vivid green, with a net work
of vines, ferns and leaves: a heavy
line of glow worms outlined the hem
of the skirt, and the top of the bodice,
and when she moved it was like the
sun shining through green vines. She
wore broad Panama hat of enormous
size, Topped up at the side, with a
huge bunch of fire-f1ies. She was
wholesale dealer in fruit, and her gift
was basket of luscious fruit to be
given to the poor from her own pretty
home.
After her came man of noble form.
with frank, open brow, an artist-a
great master painter, called Septem.
Der. When he dips his brush in the
varied colors, the woods glow with
beautiful shades, red, gold, olive, Grim
son and brown. His voice is wonder
fully rich and musical and he pro-
po-ed to all there that they should
join him in an open air concert on his
! grounds the coming week, when he
would paint the scenery with his most
vivid hues.
A friend of his, October, brought his
two dogs and a gun. His hunters COS
tune was brown A bunch of leaves of
the same hues was in his belt He, too,
was an artist; September gave the
subjects and he colored the pictures
in wonderfully vivid manner He
was to have an exhibition of his color
! schemes the 1st of October. All of hir
! works had been admitted to the Salon
and hung on the line.
! Uncle November was a rough old fell
! low, with a kind, weather-beaten face
and thick shaggy eyebrows. He was a
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