The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1914-12-24

the FIRST time the square boards that
Santa Claus was wearing.
"What are you wearing those
boards for. Mr. Santa CLAUSE" he
dsked.
II the lad had looked closely enough,
he would have seen a very unhappy
look come into the old mans face;
but there was nothing of It in his
answer
"Oh, those are my new-fangled
back and chest protectors, my lad"
he replied Sometimes we have bit
ter winds blowing at Christmas, and
l have to be ready for them. 1t would
MT do for Santa Claus to come down
with the sneezes at Christmas time,
you know-no, street This board in
front keeps the wind off my chest, and
the one behind keeps me from get
ting rheumatism in my back. They
are a great protection against the
weather
You've got letters printed there"
said the boy, peerlng around in front
of his companion. what do they
spell? You know | haven't learned
to read yet"
Merry Christmas to Everybody
said Santa Claus 81 have the words
printed there so that everybody can
see them; and II l miss wishing any
body a merry Christmas, he'll know
l meant 1t just the same"
They walked on now in silence, for
Little Billee was beginning to feel al
most too tired to talk, and Santa Claus
seemed to be thinking of something
else. Finally, however, the little fell
low spoke.
81 guess I'd like to go home now,
Mr.. Santa Claus" he said. I'm tired,
and I'm afraid my mamma will be
wondering where I've gone to-"
That's so, my little man" said
Santa Claus, stopping short in his
walk up and down the block. Your
mother will be worried, for a fact:
and your father, tool know how
I'd feel If my little boy got losted and
hadn't come home at dinner time.
don't believe you know where you
live, though-now honest! Come!
'Fess up, Billee, you don't know
where you live, do your"
why, yes, do said Little Billee.
TITS in the big gray stone house with
the iron fence in front of it, near the
park"
"Oh, that's easy enough" laughed
Santa Claus nervously. Anybody
could say he lived in a gray stone
house with a fence around it, near
the park; but you don't know what
street it's on, nor the number, either
I'll bet fourteen wooden CRATES
against a monkey on a stick"
No, don't" said Little Bllee
frankly; but / know the number Of
our ortymobile. It's-'N. Y"
Fine" laughed Santa Claus. Then
he reflected for moment, cycling the
child anxiously,
Il don't believe you even know
your papa's name" he said
Eyes, ! do" said Little Bilee indig
nantly. His name is Mr.. Harrison
and he owns bank"
splendid! Made of tin, suppose,
with a nice little hole at the top to
drop pennies into?" said Santa Claus.
mo, it amt, either!" retorted Lit
tie Billee. IT'S made of stone, and
has more than a million windows in
it. went down there with my mamma
to papas office the other day, so l
guess | ought to know"
well, should say So" said Santa
Claus. Nobody better. BY the way,
Billee, what does your mamma call
your papa? 'Billee,' like your" he
added.
"Oh, no, indeed" returned Little
Billee. She calls him papa, except
once in a while when he's going away,
and then she says, 'Good-by, Tom"
Fine again." said Santa Claus,
blowing upon his fingers, for, now
that the sun had completely disap-
peared over in the west, 1t was get
ting very cold. Thomas Harrison.
banker" he muttered to himself
What, with the telephone book and
the city directory, l guess we can find
our way home with Little Billee,"
He led the little fellow into a pub
lie telephone station, where he eager
ly scanned the names in the book. At
last last II was found-"Thomas Har-
rison, seven-six-five-four Plaza" And
then, in the seclusion of the tele-
phone booth, Santa Claus sent the
gladdest of all Christmas messages
over the wire to two distracted par
ents:
Il have found your boy wandering
in the street. He is safe, and | will
bring him home right away"
Fifteen minutes later, there might
have been seen the strange spectacle
Of footsore Santa Claus leading a
sleepy little boy up Fifth avenue to a
cross street, which shall be nameless.
The boy vainly endeaVored to per
suade His companion TO come in and
meet mamma"