Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-05-09
AUTHOR or
eREN HOLDEN DRi AND Darrell or THE BLESSED ISLES
KEEPING UP With LIZZIE. ETC. ETC

| ''That's soundI" Uncle Peabody ex-
claimed with enthusiasm.
Aunt Deel took my hand in hers and
surveyed it thoughtfully for moment
without speaking.
"You amt goin' to have to suffer
that way no more" she said In low
tone. We're goin' to be more comf'ta-
hle-ayes. Yer uncle thought we better
go West, but couldn't bear to go or
so fur an leave mother an father an
sister Susan an all the folks we loved
layin' here In the ground alone-I
want to lay down with 'em by an by
an wait for the sound O. the trum-
pet-ayes i-mebbe it'll be for thou
sands o. years-ayes
To our establishment the clock
struck twelve.
"Hurrahl It's merry Christmas"
said Uncle Peabody as he jumped to
his feet and began to sing OF the little
Lord Jesus.
We joined him while he stood beat
ing time with his right hand after the
fashion of a singing master.
| Ou VIII yer DOOlS, lIlcAuA ne ca
claimed when the stanza was finished.
"We don't have to set up and watch
like the shepherds"
We drew our boots on the chair
round with hands clasped over the
knee-hCw familiar is the process. and
yet l haven't seen it In more than half
a century, ] lighted q candle and
scampered upstairs in my stocking
feet, Uncle Peabody following close
and slapping my thigh as If my pa, e
were not fast enough for him. In the
midst OF our skylarking the candle
tumbled to the floor and had to go
back to the stove and relight 1t.
How good 1t seemed to be back in
the old room under the shinglesl The
heat of the stovepipe had warmed its
hospitality.
Its been kind o. lonesome here"
said Uncle Peabody as he opened the
window. Il always let the wind come
in to keep me company-it gifts so
warm"
aye can't look at yer stockin' yit,"
said Aunt Deel when / came down.
stairs about eight o'clock, having slept
through chore time. / remember it
was the delicious aroma Of frying ham
and buckwheat cakes which awoke me |;
and who wouldn't rise and shake off
, the cloak of slumber on a bright,
cold winter morning with such provo
cation?
'"This amt no common Christmas
tell ye," Aunt Deel went on. Santa
Claus won't git here short o. noon /
wouldn't wonder-ayesp
About eleven o'clock Uncle Hiram
and aunt Eliza and their FIVE children
arrived with loud and merry greetings.
Then came other aunts and uncles and
cousins. With what noisy good cheer
the men entered the house after they
had put up their horses / remember
how they laid their hard, heavy hands
on my head and shook 1t little as
, they spoke of my "stretchin' up" or
gave me playful slap on the shoulder
an ancient token Of good wi!l--the
first form Of the accolade, fancy.
What joyful good humor there was in
those simple men and women-enough
to temper the woes of city If it could
have been applied to their relief. They
stood thick around the stove warming
themselves and taking Off it's griddles
and opening its doors and surveying it
inside and out with much curiosity.
snow for the Christmas tree" said
Uncle Peabody as he led the way into
our best room, where fire was burn
Ing in the old Franklin crate. "Come
on boys an girls"
What a wonderful sight was the
J Christmas tree-the first we had had
Ia our house-a fine spreading balsam
loaded with preseDtsl Uncle Hiram
Jumped into the air and clapped his
feet together and shouted: Hold me,
somebody, or I'll grab the hull tree
J an run away With it."
Uncle Jabez held one foot in both
hands before him and joyfully hoped
around the tree.
These relatives had brought their
family gifts, some days before, to be
hung on its branches. The thing that
caught my eye was big silver watch
hanging by long golden chain to one
OF the boughs Uncle Peabody took IL
down and held 1t aloft by the chain.
so that none should miss the sight, say
ing:
''From Santa Claus for BartI"
A murmur of admiration ran through
the company which gathered around
me as I held the treasure in my trem-
bling hands.
''This is for 2srt, too" Uncle Pea
body shouted as he took down bolt
Of soft blue cloth and laid 1t in my
arms. snow there's semethin' that's
Jest about as slick as a kittens ear.
Feel of it. It's for a suit O. clothes.
Come all the way from Burlington.
Now get-ap there. You've got your
load"
I moved out of the way in hurri-
cane of merriment. 1t was his one
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