The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1915-10-13

Well, I'm OF to earth now. Good
bye" and jumping into his sleigh, he
whipped up tae reindeer, and OF he
started. On his way to the earth, how
ever, he thought over what the mouse
had said. "Is 1t possible. he unused
sorrowfuIly, that the children are
actually tired Of seeing me in this
red suit? Now, perhaps it would
please them If put on this long over
coat and tall hat, which I'm to take
to Senator Brown, and I think I'll
just hitch my reindeer out here in
front of the house, because wouldn't
want to soil nice coat like this with
chimney SCOT"
Then Santa Claus tried the windows
OF the house until he found one that
was unfastened. He opened 1t and
climbed into the nursery, where he
soon had the presents hung prettily on
tree. All at once he heard a voice
cry shrilly, Papa, Papa, wake up! A
bad burglar is stealing the presents
Santa Claus has brought"
Santa Claus jumped through the
window as quickly as he could. He
didn't care to have any unpleasant
scenes, and as soon as he reached his
sleigh he looked about for another
costume. Here is an Indian suit" he
said. II might put 1t on to please a
little boy who likes Indian stories"
This time Santa Claus decided to go
down the chimney, and just as he
alighted in the room you can imagine
his surprise when he heard this little
boy frantically call, Help, help, or
shall be killed by terrible Indian!"
Santa Claus scrambled back up the
chimney. 1T will never do to frighten
the children like that" he declared pos
| itively. Now, here is a pretty red
soldier suit. The little boy next door
wants a gun for Christmas. wonder
| II he would like to see Santa Claus
dressed up like soldier
Just as he was hanging the gun high
on the tree where the boy would be
sure to see 1t when he opened his eyes
in the morning, he was somewhat
startled TO hear a voice say:
''Mr. Man, would You please reach
that gun for me so I can shoot your"
Shoot mel" cried Santa, looking
down on the little lad. You wouldn't
shoot me, would you? thought you
liked soldiers"
''I do, and / am soldier myself, /"
the boy asserted proudly. I've got a
| drum and a soldier suit, and now I've
| got a gun. I can shoot like George
Washington did. You're q redcoat, and
of course I must shoot you My gun.
| please"
"Oh, but I'm Santa Claus with a
new suit, and brought you this pretty
gun"
The little boy looked Santa over
with disappearing eyes. "oh, no,
you're not Santa Claus wears love
ly red suit trimmed with soft, white
fur
"But don't the children ever get
tired of seeing the same old red suit
every year," asked Santa Claus
earnestly.
ooh, no, we all love it. It's part
OF him, guess. Oh, no, he wouldn't
be Santa Claus without it."
81 believe you are right said Santa
Claus, with a new gladness in his
voice. Its just as much part of him
has his long, white whiskers. Merry
Christmas, little soldiert" and up the
chimney Santa Claus went again.
When he reached his sleigh he in1-
mediately put on the discarded suit OF
scarlet with the trimmings of downy
white fur, and then he put on his
cap and pulled it down low over his
ears MY, but that feels good" be
murmured, "and never again viii
listen to silly red mouse.