Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-11-27

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is coming round again, and we've got
TO endure the usual Christmas racket,
l suppose. The man Of family must
make hole in his bank account, and
the bachelor must stick to his club,
for If he makes visits on his women
friends they ask to be excused from
seeing him because they're working
hard preparing for Christmas They're
all making things which take up a lot
OF time and which they can buy at the
stores for few cents each. II the
bachelor tries to solace himself with
a magazine or his newspaper Christ
mas stares him in the face in big let
tiers. He goes out on to the street and
sees no end OF Salvation Army Santa
Clauses ringing their everlasting BELLS
I'm always sorry when Christmas is
coming and glad when 1t has passed"
| II that mans whole life had been
turned from bad to good by Christmas,
as mine was at critical period. he
wouldn't talk that way. Christmas,
admit, is not the gladstone season to
me 1t Is to many others. 1t is solemn
season, season for thankfulness, re-
Numbering. as do, what 1t did for me.
l never hear the bells that usher in the
day that l don't feel a great awe at
what l escaped and great comfort at
what l gained on one memorable
| Christmas
! l wasn't born with a silver spoon In
my mouth. No, indeed. used one
made Of baser metal and, though It
would hold plenty of food, there was
very little food to put in 1t. But, not
outstanding the poverty in which 1
was born, l was a dreamy child, con-
stantly building castles for the future
which my Imagination made all the
more beautiful in contrast with my
miserable surroundings.
At seven years of age lost all help
from others and was obliged to rely
solely on myself. Would that could
obliterate all remembrance Of those
days Of suffering when I was selling
newspapers by day and sleeping any
where could find a place to sleep in
by night. Ny imaginative disposition
rendered me unfit for work that was
distasteful to me, and made little for
food, clothing and shelter. But 1
learned to read, and with reading I
picked up writing and other bits of
education. One thing astonished my
comrade gamins. With a piece Of
chalk l could draw pictures on a flag
stone that were very like the objects
l represented. What surprised them
most was that my dogs ran, my horses
galloped, my men walked. AS for my
policemen, they actually hustled their
prisoners to the station.
The gifts of the poet and the artist
do not enable them to feed and clothe
themselves, except In rare instances.
and l as a child not only failed to de-
rive any benefit from my talent, but 1t
indicated an impractical disposition.
When 1 came to be eighteen years old
/ was more than 1mpracticable. / was
not a worker; / was considered lazy.
but l was not lazy; simply could not
force myself to work at that in which
I did not take an interest. During a
season when / got a chance to attend
night school l showed myself to be
one of the best scholars in the class.
When 1 was on the threshold Of
manhood l was in despair. l have not
the heart to dwell on the sufferings
that led me to join the criminal class.
/ will only say that one day before a
Christmas. while passing before a
house into which boxes and bundles
were being carried, looked in through
the windows on which evergreen
wreaths were hanging and could see
a Christmas tree at one end of a room
! yEh no
sight of so much comfort maddened
me, hungry and ragged as 1 was, with
no hope for my future. 1t occurred to
me that if I could get into that house
and carry away some of the articles
being taken into 1t l might sell them
for money with which to buy some
thing to eat.
While / was thinking of this the
front door opened. and a little boy
about FIVE years old came out with his
nurse. He was bundled up in a fur
coat, fur cap and mittens and was be-
ing taken out for a walk The nurse
years old and as she passed me looked
at my rags, then up into my disconso-
late face, and a plying expression
came into her features.
| reasoned myself into the deIusion
that this prosperous family would not
miss one piece of silver that would en-
able me to buy a good meal and that
would steal this once and never
again. That same night when all in
the family were In bed / went around
the house. Trying the windows, and,
finding them all locked. took a knife
out of my pocket with one broken
blade in it and. cutting away the putty
before pain of glass, removed it and,
reaching in. turned the catch. Then,
cautiously raising the sash, | went In
on the ground floor.
found myself in the kitchen. There
was enough light coming from street
lamps outside to enable me to move
about without stumbling. and l passed
through pantry to the dining room.
tried to find a piece of silver on the
sideboard, but none was there. and the
drawers had been locked. passed out
into hall, and a din light above told
me that probably the gas had been
turned low on the upper floor. ! went