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diff --git a/28265.txt b/28265.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..58c6a22 --- /dev/null +++ b/28265.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2160 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, December 23, 1879, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, December 23, 1879 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 6, 2009 [EBook #28265] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 23, 1879 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 8. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, December 23, 1879. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: SANTA CLAUS AT HOME--ABOUT TIME TO START.] + + + + +[Begun in No. 1 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, November 4.] + +THE BRAVE SWISS BOY. + + +_VII.--A GLIMPSE OF PARISIAN LIFE._ + +The bright rays of the morning sun filled the room when Walter awoke +from his long and refreshing sleep, to gaze in astonishment at the rich +and beautiful furniture that adorned the apartment. Silk curtains, +mirrors that reached to the ceiling, beautiful carpets, attractive +pictures in gilt frames--all was new and dazzling to the unsophisticated +mountain youth. He was still gazing in wonder at all these glories, when +Mr. Seymour, who had slept in the next room, suddenly opened the door. + +"Jump up, Walter," said he. "Breakfast is ready, and my friend wants to +speak to you; so be as quick as you can." + +"I shall be ready in a few minutes, sir," he replied, as, springing out +of bed, he washed and dressed himself, and respectfully greeted the two +gentlemen, who sat enjoying their coffee in an adjoining room. + +At Mr. Seymour's invitation Walter helped himself to breakfast; and when +he had finished his meal, looked up inquiringly at the stranger. + +"Well, then, Walter," said he, in a kindly tone, "tell me in the first +place what you intend to do, now that you have got your money back?" + +"Oh, that is very easily answered, sir," replied Walter. "I shall buckle +the belt round my waist again, and return home to-day." + +"I thought that was your intention, Watty," said Mr. Seymour; "but it +would be much safer and far easier to send the money through the post. +You will then have no further risk of being robbed, and Mr. Frieshardt +will be sure to get it in a day or two. As regards yourself--" + +Mr. Seymour hesitated, and his friend took up the conversation. "Yes, +Walter, you must stay here for the present," said he, "and not dream of +leaving me--at least for a long time." + +Walter was taken aback. What could the stranger mean? Unable to +comprehend the motive of such a remark, he looked in confusion first at +one, then at the other, and was greeted only with a hearty laugh. + +"I am very much obliged to you for suggesting how I should send the +money home," said the lad; "and it was certainly very strange that Mr. +Frieshardt did not think of that, for it would have saved all this +trouble with Seppi. But what, sir, am I to do here? What is there to +prevent my returning home?" + +"A proposal that my friend Mr. Lafond has to make to you," replied Mr. +Seymour. "My friend is in want of an active and trustworthy servant, and +thinks that you would suit him well. I think you should take the +situation, Walter, for you will be looked upon rather as a confidential +attendant than as a servant, and you will be well paid into the bargain. +In a few years you will have earned money enough to provide comfortably +for your father in his old age." + +The last words decided Walter. If he could only relieve his father's +declining years from care and anxiety, he was content to give up his +home for a time, and therefore agreed to accept the proposal. The +contract was soon arranged, and Walter entered upon his new duties the +same day. He wrote a long letter to his father, explaining the reason of +his remaining in Paris, and comforting him with the assurance that when +he returned home he would bring plenty of money with him. By the same +post he sent a bank draft to Farmer Frieshardt equivalent to the value +of the cattle money; and a few days after removed into Mr. Lafond's +splendidly furnished mansion. Mr. Seymour did not accompany his friend, +having to leave Paris to continue his travels. + +Thus Walter, who had suddenly risen from the position of a poor drover +to that of the principal servant and favorite of a rich young Parisian, +found no reason to regret the change that he had made. Mr. Lafond +treated him in the kindest and most friendly way, so that he soon became +thoroughly attached to him. But in the course of a few weeks he observed +certain traits in the character of his new employer that occasioned him +both sorrow and anxiety, and almost made him regret that he had not +returned to his quiet but innocent home. Although a kind-hearted man, +Mr. Lafond was weak-minded and changeable; and like many other wealthy +young men without any occupation, he was addicted to pleasure and +dissipation, and spent whole nights at the gaming table, to the ruin of +both his health and morals. As he was of a delicate constitution, these +excesses soon produced a very marked effect upon him, and did much to +shatter his health. + +Early one morning Mr. Lafond came home, after a night of gambling, +looking paler and more exhausted than usual. Walter, who had been +sitting up for him, was terribly alarmed at the appearance which he +presented. "Oh, my dear sir," said he, with a deep sigh, as he gave him +his hand out of the carriage, "how grieved I am for you!" + +Mr. Lafond stared at Walter with his glassy eyes, and tried to speak, +but could only utter a few disconnected words that were quite +incomprehensible. Besides this, he was so unsteady on his feet that he +was obliged to lean on Walter to prevent himself from falling. The +faithful servant was terribly shocked to find his master so intoxicated +as to be almost deprived of his senses, and lost no time in getting him +to his room that his distressing and disgraceful condition might not +become known to the rest of the household. After undressing him, which +cost a great deal of trouble, Walter got his master to bed, and then sat +down, and became lost in thought. + +It was not until late in the day that Mr. Lafond woke from his troubled +sleep, and was surprised to find Walter sitting by his bedside. "Poor +fellow!" he said, in a good-natured tone, "I'm afraid I kept you waiting +long for me last night. You are a faithful servant, and shall have your +wages raised immediately." + +"I am very much obliged to you, sir," said he; "but I can not take more +of your money. I have only waited here to request my discharge from your +service." + +Mr. Lafond stared at the young man with surprise. "What!" he exclaimed; +"you want to leave me! What has put that in your head? Has any one here +done anything to make you uncomfortable?" + +"No, sir, no one," was the quiet but firm reply. "I have met with +nothing but kindness since I have been in your house, and you have been +more than generous to me; but I can't bear to stay here and see you +digging your own grave. It breaks my heart, sir; and I would rather +wander barefoot back to my own mountains than witness it longer." + +"Why, Walter, I'm afraid you're turning crazy," exclaimed his master, +angrily. "Don't let me hear any more of this nonsense! What can it +matter to you whether I die soon or not? At any rate you must stay with +me, and give up such foolish notions." + +Walter shook his head. "No, sir; I must go," he replied. "I can be of no +use here. It makes me quite miserable to see how you waste your money in +the gaming houses, and ruin your health by overindulgence in wine. If my +caring for you were not sincere, it would be a matter of no consequence +to me whether you went to destruction or not; but," he added, while +tears started to his eyes, "I trust, sir, you will pardon me for saying +that I can not look on carelessly while you are ruining yourself; and so +I hope you will let me go." + +The reckless gamester was quite moved at the devotion and faithfulness +of his servant. Springing from bed, he wrapped himself in his +dressing-gown, and walked hastily to and fro in the apartment for a few +minutes in silence. At last he paused before Walter and grasped his +hand. "You are a straightforward, warm-hearted fellow," he exclaimed. +"But the more I am convinced of that, the less disposed am I to part +with you. Will you not stay with me?" + +"No, my good master, I can not," answered Walter, firmly. + +"Not even if I promise to turn over a new leaf, and neither to drink nor +gamble any more from this day?" + +Walter was in a measure reassured by these words, and his eyes were lit +up with a new hope. "Ah! if you really will do that, sir!" he exclaimed. +"That alters everything; and I shall be as overjoyed to stay with you as +I should have been sorry to leave you." + +"Then that is settled," said his master, in a serious tone. "I am +obliged to you for speaking so faithfully to me. I know that I have been +living in a foolish way; but I will be different for the future. That +you may rely upon." + +Walter's joy was so great at hearing this unexpected resolution that he +nearly burst into tears. Unhappily, however, he was soon to experience +the disappointment of all his hopes. + +For a fortnight Mr. Lafond kept his promise faithfully; but at the end +of that time he again yielded to the old temptation, and after a night +of revelry returned home in broad daylight in a state of complete +helplessness. The servant renewed his entreaties and warnings; reminded +his master that the physician had declared that his existence depended +on his leading a sober life, and obtained from him a renewal of the +broken promise. But alas! it proved as vain as before. In a few days all +his hopes were again crushed, and his prayers and entreaties were only +answered by his master with a shrug of the shoulders. + +"You know nothing about it, Walter," said he. "The temptation is so +strong, that one can't be always resisting it." + +"But it is your duty to resist it, sir; and you can succeed if you will +only make up your mind to do so." + +"It's too late now," replied the other, with a faint smile. "I have +fought and fought, and been beaten at last. I shall give up fighting +now." + +"Are you really in earnest?" cried Walter, seriously. + +"I am really in earnest," replied Mr. Lafond. + +"Then I must indeed quit your service, sir. I will not stay here if I +can not save you from rushing headlong to destruction." + +"Silly fellow!" replied his master, testily. "What more would you have? +It will be for your direct advantage to stay with me. Look at my +condition. The doctor was quite right in saying that I couldn't live +another year. Remain here for that short time, and you shall be well +paid for your services. I will take care not to forget you in my will." + +The young Switzer could not restrain his emotion at hearing his +weak-minded but good-natured master talk in such a careless way about +death. Unable to speak, he turned to leave the room, when Mr. Lafond +called him back. + +"Have you no reply to make to me?" he demanded, in an offended tone. + +"Nothing more than this, sir--that your doctor assured me that you might +live for ten, twenty, or even thirty years longer, if you could only be +persuaded to live in a sober and reasonable way. Oh, my dear sir," he +exclaimed, "do give up these habits that are ruining body and soul, and +I will devote my whole life to you!" + +"No use," was the gloomy reply. "If I were to make new resolutions, they +would only be broken, as the others have been. The doctor is quite +mistaken in his opinion. I suppose I must fulfill my destiny. So let the +matter drop, Walter." + +"Anything can be done if one is only determined," persisted the young +man, with entreaty in his tone. + +His master turned away and shook his head. "Too late, too late. I +haven't the moral courage or determination." + +"Then may God have mercy upon you!" replied the servant, solemnly. "This +is no longer a place for me." + +Swayed on the one hand by a sense of duty to himself, and on the other +by pity for his terribly misled master, Walter sorrowfully quitted the +apartment, and after packing a few things, returned to take his final +leave. Mr. Lafond, however, would not bring himself to believe in the +reality of such a sudden and determined resolution, and used every +argument to induce the lad to change his mind. He even begged him as a +personal favor to remain, but Walter persisted in his determination; nor +could the most lavish offers of emolument induce him to stay and be a +helpless spectator of the ruin of one whom he was unable to save. + +"If I were only as determined as you are," sighed Mr. Lafond, "how much +better it would be for me! But now it is too late. Farewell, then, +Walter, if you have made up your mind to quit my service. But though you +leave me, it is not necessary that you return to your mountain home. I +received this letter from my uncle, General De Bougy, who lives in +Rouen. The old gentleman is in want of a steady and trustworthy servant, +and asks me to send him one, so I think the best thing you can do will +be to go there for a twelvemonth. You will find him a better master than +I have been; and if you are really determined to leave me, you might do +worse than enter his service. I feel sure you will be comfortable." + +Walter shook his head. "I shouldn't like to go into another house, sir, +after the experience I have had in your service." + +"But you will be serving me, Walter, if you go and assist my uncle in +his old age. Recollect, I only ask you to go for a year. It is the last +request I have to make. Surely you won't refuse?" + +"Well, sir, I will go for a year, since you urge it so strongly," +assented Walter, who could no longer resist his master's appeal. "When +shall I start?" + +"When you please. You will be welcome there at any time." + +"Then I will set out at once, sir; the sooner our parting is over, the +better." + +"But if it is so painful to you, why go away at all? You know how glad I +should be for you to stay." + +"And you know, sir, why I am obliged to go," replied Walter, firmly. +"Pardon me, dear sir, for speaking any more on the subject; but if you +only had had the resolution to--" + +"I'll make another trial, Walter," said Mr. Lafond, with a smile that +contrasted strongly with his sunken and wasted features. "You shall hear +from me in three months," he continued; "and perhaps-- Well, we shall +see. Good-by, and my best wishes go with you!" + +Walter grasped the hand which his master extended, and kissed it +fervently. "God bless and preserve you!" said he, with tears in his +eyes. "If prayers, earnest prayers for you, can be of any help, you will +be saved." + +"Farewell, Walter. You have been a faithful servant," exclaimed Mr. +Lafond, with painful emotion. "God be with you!--perhaps we shall never +meet each other again." + +So they parted. Walter went by the first conveyance to Rouen to the +house of General De Bougy; and his former master sunk into profound +grief as he dwelt upon the affection and solicitude which the young +Switzer had shown toward him. "Only a year sooner," he mused, with +torturing anguish, "and I might have been a saved man! Now, alas! thou +hast come too late, noble and generous heart!" + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS GREEN. + + +One of the pleasantest pastimes of the whole year for country children +is gathering Christmas green. This is done before the very cold weather +begins, otherwise the beautiful club-mosses and ground-pines would be +frozen solid in the damp soil of the swamps and woods, or the whole +would be covered with a snow carpet, broken only by rabbit and squirrel +tracks. The freshest green for Christmas trimming is found in damp +meadows or on springy hillsides, where it nestles in the moist earth, +overshadowed by thickets of alders and birches. It grows in the forests +too; not so much among pine-trees, as the dry carpet of fallen needles +is less nutritious than the loam produced by the accumulations of dead +leaves of oak, maple, and beech trees. + +There are many kinds of ground evergreens, most of them members of the +_Lycopodiaceae_, or club-moss family. There is the creeping club-moss, +the cord-like stem of which, sometimes yards long, hides among the dead +leaves, and sends up at intervals graceful whorls of bright green. Tiny +bunches of short white roots run down in the damp mould, where they find +nutriment for the plant. If you work your finger under the stem, and +pull gently, it is wonderful to see the long and beautiful wreath slowly +disentangle itself from the forest floor, disturbing hundreds of little +wood-beetles, which scurry away to hide again among the woodland +rubbish. There are two kinds of creeping green very common in all moist +wooded lands at the North--the kind with leaves rising in whorls, and +that with a stem covered with bristle-like spikes. This last variety has +leaves, not very abundant,--which resemble a sprig of young fir, and is +sometimes called "ground-fir." It is of a deep rich green color, but not +so graceful for trimming as the other kind. Besides the creeping green, +there are many varieties of what children call "tree-green," independent +little plants rooted deep in the mould, which send up a single stalk +about eight inches high. Some of these are such perfect little trees as +to appear diminutive copies of the firs and pines towering far above +them, and are called "fir club-moss." A pretty evergreen to mix with the +more feathery varieties is the _Chimaphila umbellata_, or prince's-pine. +It has bright shining dark green leaves, which have a very bitter taste, +and is sometimes called bitter wintergreen. + +[Illustration: BRINGING HOME CHRISTMAS GREEN.--DRAWN BY J. O. DAVIDSON.] + +As all these ground varieties need to be gathered before ice and snow +begin, often weeks before Christmas, care must be taken to keep them +from drying. They should be heaped up in some cool, damp place, where +they will not freeze, and should be sprinkled plenteously every day. The +boys make frames in the form of crosses, stars, wreaths, or letters, and +the girls find a pretty pastime in tying on the greens. As fast as the +designs are finished they must also be laid away and kept damp until +Christmas. Woodland mosses, holly leaves and scarlet berries, and dried +everlasting flowers are pretty to mix with the green. Branches of +hemlock and young firs for Christmas trees are cut as near +Christmas-time as possible. If a room is to be made into a bower of +hemlock boughs, they should not be fastened up until the morning of +Christmas-eve, as the heated air of the house loosens the flat, +tooth-shaped leaves from the branch, and the least movement sends them +in clouds to the floor. Any one who has tried to sweep them from the +carpet after Christmas, will prefer some other variety of green for +trimming another year. + +The immense amount of green brought into New York city the week +preceding Christmas can scarcely be estimated. Viewing the hundreds of +young firs in the markets, and the enormous numbers of wreaths and other +designs, it would seem as if the forests and swamps had been stripped to +such an extent that nothing would be left for another year; but so +prodigal is Nature of her beautiful club-mosses and her aromatic pines, +that what is gathered for holiday trimming amounts to little more than a +weeding out of superfluous growth. Many of the greens sold in the New +York market come from New Jersey. Schooners bring them from all along +the coast, freight-cars come loaded with the beauty of the inland hills, +and huge market carts trundle their precious burden from the near-lying +forests and damp meadows. Although it is prohibited by law to cut young +trees from the barrens along the coast, as the growth of pines keeps the +sand from drifting, many small coasting vessels drop into the bays and +inlets around Sandy Hook and other parts of the Jersey shore a little +before Christmas-time, and send their crews ashore by night to secure a +cargo to bring to New York. + +It would be interesting to follow this woodland treasure after its +arrival in the great city; but one thing is certain--wherever it is, +even if it be only a sprig in the hand of a sick child, faces are +brighter, hearts are happier, and the sweet words, "Merry Christmas," +have a deeper significance. + + + + +CHRISTMAS PUZZLE. + +[Illustration] + + +The answer to this puzzle will form an appropriate motto for the card in +the centre. This is the way to work it out: First find the names of the +articles around the card, and write them all down in a row with the +numbers below them. For example, one of the words is "EYE." Put it down +thus: + + E Y E + 10 3 11 + +and all the rest in the same way. Each name will have just as many +letters as there are figures, else you may know your guess is wrong, and +you will have to try again. After you have made out all the pictures and +written down the names, you will have thirty-nine letters. Out of these +thirty-nine letters you are to make the eleven words that form the +inscription. To do this, write on another sheet the numbers + + 1 2 3 4 5 6 + + 7 8 9 10 11 + +widely apart, so as to leave room for all the words to be written under +them. Then place each letter where it belongs under these numbers. Take +the word "EYE." E is numbered 10, then put E under the figure 10; Y is +numbered 3, put Y under 3; E is numbered 11, put E under 11. When you +have placed all the letters, arrange those under each figure so as to +make a word. The whole will be the inscription for the card. + + + + +[Illustration] + +A CHRISTMAS STORY. + +BY MRS. W. J. HAYS, +AUTHOR OF "THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS." + + +"Now, Teddie, be a good boy, there's a darling, and, little Clover, +don't tease Daisy. Please let mamma go away to church and know that you +are all sweet and lovely and clean as new little pennies to-night." + +Splash went one little body into the bath-tub, and splash went another, +and again a third; and then, like so many roses after a shower, out they +came, dripping, and laughing and screaming with glee. The little mother +was kept busy enough, for it was Christmas-eve, and the carols and +anthems were to be rehearsed for the last time, and Mrs. Morton's clear +soprano voice could not be spared. Indeed, her voice was all that kept +Teddie and Clover and Daisy in their neat little box of a house, for +their father, a brave fireman, had been killed more than two years +before at a fearful fire, and since then their mother had striven hard +to maintain her little family by sewing, and singing, and doing whatever +work her slender hands could accomplish which would bring in food and +clothing for her children. + +"Be dood, Teddie," repeated Daisy, after her mother, as she shook out +her little wet curls at him, and Clover solemnly raised his finger at +his bigger brother, with the warning, + +"Remember, Santa Claus comes to-night." + +"Yes, and the stockings must be hung up," said Ted, who forthwith +proceeded to attend to that important duty. + +"There! how do they look?--one brown, that's mine; one blue, that's +Clover's; and one red, that's Daisy's." They were pinned fast to the +fender with many pins and much care. + +"But, mamma," said Clover, "the stove's in the way. Santa Claus can't +get down with that big black thing stopping the chimney." + +"Oh, the fire will go out by-and-by, and then he may creep through the +stove-pipe and out of the door." + +"He'll be awful dirty, then," said Daisy. + +"Well, 'he was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, and his +clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot,' so that is to be +expected. But really, dear children, you must jump into your beds, and +let me tuck you up; it is time for me to go." + +Very quickly the rosy little faces were nestling in the pillows, and +Mrs. Morton, after kissing them, put out the lamp and left them to their +slumbers. Hastily putting on her cloak and bonnet, she paused at the +door of her sitting-room to see if the fire was safe. The room was dark +but for the gleaming stove, the chairs and table were all in order, and +in one corner, under a covering of paper, was the little tree she had +decked in odd moments to delight the eyes of her children. She could not +afford wax candles, so the morning was to bring the tree as well as the +other gifts. Sure that all was in readiness, she tripped down the +stairs, locked her door, and sped over the snow to the church, the two +tall towers of which stood out against the starry sky. + +As she entered the church, her mind full of her duties and her heart +tender with thoughts of her children, she thought she saw a dusky little +object crouching in the angle made by the towers; but she was already +late, and had no time to linger. Up she went to the choir, which was +full of light, but the body of the church was dark. Without any words, +she took up her sheet of music and began to sing. Never had the carols +and anthems seemed so sweet to her, and her voice rose clear and pure as +a bird's. The organist paused to listen, and her companions turned +satisfied glances upon her; but she went on unconsciously, as a bird +does until the burden of its theme is finished, and its exultant strains +are lost in silence. They went over the whole Church service, the +glorious _Te Deum_, the _Benedictus_, and the anthem for the day, "Unto +us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given," and every delicate chord +and fugue had to be repeated until the desired perfection of harmony was +attained. It was really a very long and arduous study; but of all days +Christmas demands good music, and they were willing to do their best. At +last all were satisfied, and somewhat tired; but the organist turned to +Mrs. Morton, and asked her if she would sing one hymn for him alone, as +he especially desired to hear her voice in this one tune. Of course she +could not refuse, and to an exquisitely harmonious air she began, + + "Calm on the listening ear of night + Come heaven's melodious strains, + Where wild Judaea stretches far + Her silver-mantled plains. + + "Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! + The Saviour now is born! + And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains + Breaks the first Christmas morn." + +Only the first and last verses of that exquisite hymn; but like "angels +with their sparkling lyres," her voice seemed to have lost its +earthliness, and soared, as if it were winged, up to the very gate of +heaven. When she ceased singing, there was a hush upon all, as if they +had been carried near to the celestial portals. + +One by one they pressed her hand in quiet congratulation, and with a +"Merry Christmas" bade her good-night. Mrs. Morton was a little excited +with her unusual efforts, and while the old organist was locking up, +thought she would run down and warm herself in the church. As she +hastened toward the great heater, she tripped over something, which, to +her great surprise and alarm, she perceived what appeared to be a great +bundle was in reality a sleeping child. + +Yes, a child, and a little one--a boy of not more than seven years, with +elfish brown locks, and eyelashes which swept the olive tint of his +cheek. All curled up in a heap, in clothes which a man might have worn, +so big and shapeless were they, with one arm under his head for a +pillow, and the other tightly grasping a violin. Far had he wandered in +the cold wintry air, until, attracted by the light and warmth of the +great church, he had stolen in for shelter, and then as his little ears +drank in the melody of the rehearsing choir, and the warmth comforted +him, he fell fast asleep. He was dreaming now of the warm sunny land of +his birth: olive-trees and orchards, purple clusters of the vineyards, +donkeys laden with oranges, and the blue sky of Naples shining over the +blue bay. Then, in his dream, an angel came floating down out of the +pure ether, wafting sweet perfumes on its white wings, and singing--oh! +what heavenly strains!--till his little soul was filled with joy; for +the angel seemed to be his mother who had died, and her kind voice again +saluted him, and he answered, softly, "Madre mia!" + +"Poor child!" said Mrs. Morton, softly, "it seems a pity to waken him, +but we must do it; he can not stay here all night." The old organist +touched him; but his sleep was too sound for a touch to arouse him, and +Mrs. Morton had to again and again lift his head and stroke his little +brown hand, before, with amazed and widely fearful looks, he answered +them. + +"Who are you, child, and what are you doing here?" asked the organist. + +"I'm Toni, Toni," was the answer, and he began to cry. "Oh, please let +me go: the Padrone will kill me." + +"Why will he kill you, and why are you here?" + +"He will kill me because I have no money. I have lost, also, my way." + +"Have you no home, no mother?" asked Mrs. Morton, gently. + +"No, signora, no, madame, no mother. We all live, Baptiste and Vincenzo +and I, with the Padrone. We play the harp and the violin; but I was +tired, and I could not keep with the others, and they scolded me, oh, so +sharply! and I was weary and cold, and crept in here where the angels +sing, and it was so beautiful I could not go away." + +The organist muttered, "Police," at which the child again sobbed +violently. "Yes, to the station-house, of course, he must go." + +But Mrs. Morton remembered the three faces asleep on their pillows at +home, and as she looked at this tear-stained, dirty little gypsy, she +said to the organist, "I will take care of him to-night." So, under the +stars, the Christmas stars, gleaming so brightly, she led the little +wanderer home. + +All was still and safe in the little house. "Not a creature was +stirring, not even a mouse." The fire still gleamed in the kitchen and +the sitting-room, and it was the work of only a few moments to divest +the little musician of his uncouth garments, to pop him into the tub of +hot suds, to scrub him well, until his lean little body shone like +bronze, to slip him into a night-gown, to give him a slice of bread and +butter, and then to tuck him up on the cozy lounge. + +The children slept like tops, and the tired little mother was glad to +say her prayers, and lie down beside them. + +The stars were still shining when she awoke; for Christmas-day would be +a busy one, and there were no moments to lose. Already the milkman was +at the door, and the hands of the kitchen clock pointed to six. + +Hark! what was that? + +A long, low, sweet sound, like a voice calling her. She listened, and +again it came. "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, +good-will toward men," so it seemed to breathe. Then it rose in a gay +carol, a sweet gushing thanksgiving, and the children came tumbling down +in their night-gowns; they rushed to the door of the sitting-room, and +there beside his improvised bed stood the young musician, playing on his +violin as if all the world were his audience. His brown eyes flashed now +with light, and then grew dark and tender, as he drew the sweet sounds +out. The children gazed in wonderment: where had this child come from? +had he dropped from the stars? had an angel come among them? He played +on and on, until, from sheer fatigue, he put his instrument down. Then +Teddie and Clover and Daisy came about him; they touched his hands, his +curly locks, his violin, to see if all were real. Then they whirled +round the room in a mad dance of delight, for the mother had uncovered +the tree, and it was really Christmas morning. + +Ah, what a happy day for poor little Toni! How nice he looked in +Teddie's clothes! how gentle he was with Daisy! how he frolicked with +Clover! and when Mrs. Morton came from church, how softly he played all +his pretty melodies for her! It was a day of feast and gladness; and +when, to her surprise and pleasure, a committee of church people waited +upon Mrs. Morton to give her a purse, through the meshes of which +glittered gold pieces, she said then and there that Toni should never go +to the harsh and cruel Padrone again. + +Perhaps some time as you listen to a sweet voice singing to the +accompaniment of a violin you may think of Mrs. Morton and Toni, and be +glad that the world bestows its applause and its gifts upon them, and +that the vision of his mother and her love which came to Toni on that +Christmas-eve has been made to him a reality. + + + + +[Begun in No. 5 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 2.] + +THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS. + +A Day and Night Maehrchen. + +BY GEORGE MACDONALD. + + +XIV.--THE SUN. + +There Nycteris sat, and there the youth lay, all night long, in the +heart of the great cone-shadow of the earth, like two Pharaohs in one +pyramid. Photogen slept, and slept; and Nycteris sat motionless lest she +should waken him, and so betray him to his fear. + +The moon rode high in the blue eternity; it was a very triumph of +glorious Night; the river ran babble-murmuring in deep soft syllables; +the fountain kept rushing moonward, and blossoming momently to a great +silvery flower, whose petals were forever falling like snow, but with a +continuous musical clash, into the bed of its exhaustion beneath; the +wind woke, took a run among the trees, went to sleep, and woke again; +the daisies slept on their feet at hers, but she did not know they +slept; the roses might well seem awake, for their scent filled the air, +but in truth they slept also, and the odor was that of their dreams; the +oranges hung like gold lamps in the trees, and their silvery flowers +were the souls of their yet unembodied children; the scent of the acacia +blooms filled the air like the very odor of the moon herself. + +At last, unused to the living air, and weary with sitting so still and +so long, Nycteris grew drowsy. The air began to grow cool. It was +getting near the time when she too was accustomed to sleep. She closed +her eyes just a moment, and nodded--opened them suddenly wide, for she +had promised to watch. + +In that moment a change had come. The moon had got round, and was +fronting her from the west, and she saw that her face was altered, that +she had grown pale, as if she too were wan with fear, and from her lofty +place espied a coming terror. The light seemed to be dissolving out of +her; she was dying--she was going out! And yet everything around looked +strangely clear--clearer than ever she had seen anything before: how +could the lamp be shedding more light when she herself had less? Ah, +that was just it! See how faint she looked! It was because the light was +forsaking her, and spreading itself over the room, that she grew so thin +and pale. She was melting away from the roof like a bit of sugar in +water. + +Nycteris was fast growing afraid, and sought refuge with the face upon +her lap. How beautiful the creature was!--what to call it she could not +think, for it had been angry when she called it what Watho called her. +And, wonder upon wonder! now, even in the cold change that was passing +upon the great room, the color as of a red rose was rising in the wan +cheek. What beautiful yellow hair it was that spread over her lap! What +great huge breaths the creature took! And what were those curious things +it carried? She had seen them on her walls, she was sure. + +Thus she talked to herself while the lamp grew paler and paler, and +everything kept growing yet clearer. What could it mean? The lamp was +dying--going out into the other place of which the creature in her lap +had spoken, to be a sun! But why were the things growing clearer before +it was yet a sun? That was the point. Was it her growing into a sun that +did it? Yes! yes! it was coming death! She knew it, for it was coming +upon her also! She felt it coming! What was she about to grow into? +Something beautiful, like the creature in her lap? It might be! Anyhow, +it must be death; for all her strength was going out of her, while all +around her was growing so light she could not bear it! + +Photogen woke, lifted his head from her lap, and sprang to his feet. His +face was one radiant smile. His heart was full of daring. Nycteris gave +a cry, covered her face with her hands, and pressed her eyelids close. +Then blindly she stretched out her arms to Photogen, crying, "Oh, I am +so frightened! What is this? It must be death! I don't wish to die yet. +I love this room and the old lamp. I do not want the other place! This +is terrible!" + +"What is the matter with you, girl?" said Photogen. "There is no fear of +anything now, child. It is day. The sun is all but up. Good-by. Thank +you for my night's lodging. I'm off. Don't be a goose. If ever I can do +anything for you--and all that, you know--" + +"Don't leave me; oh, don't leave me!" cried Nycteris. "I am dying! I can +not move. The light sucks all the strength out of me. And oh, I am _so_ +frightened!" + +But already Photogen had splashed through the river, holding high his +bow that it might not get wet. He rushed across the level, and strained +up the opposing hill. Hearing no answer, Nycteris removed her hands. +Photogen had reached the top, and the same moment the sun-rays alighted +upon him: the glory of the king of day crowded blazing upon the +golden-haired youth. Radiant as Apollo, he stood in mighty strength, a +flashing shape in the midst of flame. He fitted a glowing arrow to a +gleaming bow. The arrow parted with a keen musical twang of the +bowstring, and Photogen darting after it, vanished with a shout. Up shot +Apollo himself, and from his quiver scattered astonishment and +exultation. But the brain of poor Nycteris was pierced through and +through. She fell down in utter darkness. All around her was a flaming +furnace. In despair and feebleness and agony she crept back, feeling her +way with doubt and difficulty and enforced persistence to her cell. When +at last the friendly darkness of her chamber folded her about with its +cooling and consoling arms, she threw herself on her bed and fell fast +asleep. And there she slept on, one alive in a tomb, while Photogen, +above in the sun-glory, pursued the buffaloes on the lofty plain, +thinking not once of her where she lay dark and forsaken, whose +presence had been his refuge, her eyes and her hands his guardians +through the night. He was in his glory and his pride; and the darkness +and its disgrace had vanished for a time. + + +XV.--THE COWARD HERO. + +But no sooner had the sun reached the noonstead than Photogen began to +remember the past night in the shadow of that which was at hand, and to +remember it with shame. He had proved himself--and not to himself only, +but to a girl as well--a coward!--one bold in the daylight, while there +was nothing to fear, but trembling like any slave when the night +arrived. There was, there must be, something unfair in it! A spell had +been cast upon him! He had eaten, he had drunk, something that did not +agree with courage. In any case he had been taken unprepared. How was he +to know what the going down of the sun would be like? It was no wonder +he should have been surprised into terror, seeing it was what it was--in +its very nature so terrible! Also, one could not see where danger might +be coming from! You might be torn in pieces, carried off, or swallowed +up, without even seeing where to strike a blow! Every possible excuse he +caught at, eager as a self-lover to lighten his self-contempt. That day +he astonished the huntsmen--terrified them with his reckless daring--all +to prove to himself he was no coward. + +But nothing eased his shame. One thing only had hope in it--the resolve +to encounter the dark in solemn earnest, now that he knew something of +what it was. It was nobler to meet and recognize danger than to rush +contemptuously into what seemed nothing--nobler still, to encounter a +nameless horror. He could conquer fear and wipe out disgrace together. +For a marksman and swordsman like him, he said, one with his strength +and courage, there was but danger. Defeat there was not. He knew the +darkness now, and when it came he would meet it as fearless and cool as +now he felt himself. And again he said, "We shall see!" + +He stood under the boughs of a great beech as the sun was going down, +far away over the jagged hills: before it was half down, he was +trembling like one of the leaves behind him in the first sigh of the +night wind. The moment the last of the glowing disk vanished, he bounded +away in terror to gain the valley, and his fear grew as he ran. Down the +side of the hill, an abject creature, he went bounding and rolling and +running; fell rather than plunged into the river, and came to himself, +as before, lying on the grassy bank in the garden. + +But when he opened his eyes, there were no girl-eyes looking down into +his; there were only the stars in the waste of the sunless Night--the +awful all-enemy he had again dared, but could not encounter. Perhaps the +girl was not yet come out of the water! He would try to sleep, for he +dared not move, and perhaps when he woke he would find his head on her +lap, and the beautiful dark face, with its deep blue eyes, bending over +him. But when he woke he found his head on the grass, and although he +sprang up with all his courage, such as it was, restored, he did not set +out for the chase with such an _elan_ as the day before; and despite the +sun-glory in his heart and veins, his hunting was this day less eager; +he ate little, and from the first was thoughtful even to sadness. A +second time he was defeated and disgraced! Was his courage nothing more +than the play of the sunlight on his brain? Was he a mere ball tossed +between the light and the dark? Then what a poor contemptible creature +he was! But a third chance lay before him. If he failed the third time, +he dared not foreshadow what he must then think of himself! It was bad +enough now--but then! + +Alas! it went no better. The moment the sun was down, he fled as if from +a legion of devils. + +Seven times in all he tried to face the coming night in the strength of +the past day, and seven times he failed--failed with such increase of +failure, with such a growing sense of ignominy, overwhelming at length +all the sunny hours and joining night to night, that, what with misery, +self-accusation, and loss of confidence, his daylight courage too began +to fade, and at length, from exhaustion, from getting wet, and then +lying out-of-doors all night, and night after night--worst of all, from +the consuming of the deathly fear, and the shame of shame, his sleep +forsook him, and on the seventh morning, instead of going to the hunt, +he crawled into the castle, and went to bed. The grand health, over +which the witch had taken such pains, had yielded, and in an hour or two +he was moaning and crying out in delirium. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration: BRINGING CHRISTMAS CHEER.] + + + + +[Illustration: LITTLE BO-PEEP FELL FAST ASLEEP, AND DREAMT--] + + + + +THE GIFT OF THE BIRDS. + + No sweeter child could ever be + Than fair-haired, blue-eyed Cecily. + She loved all things on earth that grew; + The grass, the flowers, the weeds, she knew; + The butterflies around her flew, + That she might see their rainbowed wings. + The very bees and wasps would come + To greet her with a gentle hum, + And ne'er betray that they had stings. + But, most of all, the birds in throngs, + Where'er she went, with chirps and songs + Gave her glad welcome. Her first words + Had been, "I love the pretty birds;" + And ever since her baby hand + Could scatter seed and crumbs of bread, + Each day a waiting feathered band + The darling little maid had fed. + + The loving, winsome Cecily-- + No dearer child e'er lived than she-- + One Christmas-eve (in crimson hood + And cloak she'd in her garden stood + That morn and fed a hungry brood) + In her white bed lay fast asleep, + The moonlight on her golden hair, + Her hands still clasped as in the prayer, + "I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep." + She slept, and dreamed of Christmas times, + Of Christmas gifts, and Christmas rhymes; + But in no vision did she see + The host that filled the cedar-tree-- + The cedar-tree that, tall and straight, + Rose high above the garden gate, + And though the winds were cold and keen, + Wore berries blue and branches green. + + A hundred birds or more were there; + Some--from the sunny Southland, where + The fragrant rose was blooming still, + And green grass covered field and hill, + And, free as ever, flowed the rill-- + Had come in answer to the call + Of friends who at the North had staid, + By stern old Winter undismayed, + To see the dainty snow-flakes fall. + These kindly greeted, with small head + Held on one side, a sparrow said, + "To choose a gift for Cecily + We've met to-night. What shall it be?" + A flute-like trill, in graceful pride, + A thrush sang sweetly, then replied, + "What better than the gift of song?" + "None better," answered all the throng. + + And when next dawn sweet Cecily-- + No sweeter child could ever be-- + Into the sunlight smiling sprang, + In wondrous notes a hymn she sang. + Exultant on the air it rang, + And waked the echoes all about. + Straightway the morning brighter grew, + The pale sky turned a deeper blue, + The merry Christmas bells pealed out. + And, from that day, whoever hears + The wee maid sing, sheds happy tears + (So potent is her power of song), + Forgetting pain and care and wrong, + Rememb'ring only heaven is nigh, + Where dwells the Christ who came to die + On earth, that we might live alway, + And who was born on Christmas-day. + + + + +THE FAIR PERSIAN. + +BY JAMES PAYN. + + +To those young ladies and gentlemen who are acquainted with the _Arabian +Nights_, I foresee that the title of my tale will at once cause to +spring up in their recollection the adventure of Nourhadeen and _his_ +fair Persian; that a vision will instantly present itself to their gaze +of singing trees and dancing fountains, of hanging gardens, and groves +of palm, and purses of sequins; and I am sure they will thank me for +having recalled to their minds (though I didn't mean to do it) +remembrances so charming. To other little folks, on the other hand, who +have _not_ read the _Arabian Nights_, my story will have none the less +attraction, since it has no more to do with Nourhadeen than with their +excellent grandmother (if they happen to have one), and the fair Persian +is not a "young person" at all. + +How it all happened was thus: It was papa's birthday, you see, and the +children knowing--clever creatures--exactly when it was coming, had +prepared a surprise for him. They knew his tastes to a nicety, and had +put their money together and bought the present that he would be sure to +welcome most. Only he was not to know what it was to be; and yet it +being "such fun" to hear him guess, he was allowed three chances, and if +he guessed right he was to be told. Only you mightn't say, "You're +burning" (which is the same as "you're near it," you know), or anything +more to help him than this, namely, that the present was "half alive and +half not," and that "one part of it was within the other." + +Papa said that he would rather not have been helped in this way, as it +did him more harm than good, by putting all probable things--the guesses +he would naturally have made--out of the question. The children gave him +one minute to guess in, and not till fifty-nine seconds had gone by did +he utter a syllable, and _then_ he only said, "I give it up." + +They thought it rather stupid of dear papa, but then, you see, they +_knew_, and he didn't, which makes an immense difference in guessing. + +Then he asked them to give him "a light"--not a light for his cigar, of +course, for all this took place in the drawing-room--but a hint as to +what the present was. Then they said, which was a pretty broad one, that +it was "a fair Persian;" but even then he couldn't guess. "I have never +heard," he said, twiddling his watch chain, "of any fair Persian, except +in connection with Nourhadeen, and _she_ was not half alive and half +not." "Very good," said Polly, who had given the biggest subscription, +and had therefore the best right to speak; "it is plain to us, dear +papa, that you want more prompting. When I tell you that Nourhadeen, in +this case, is a little basket house, with a lovely red rug in it, that +will let the cat out of the bag;" whereupon dear, clever papa guessed it +was a Persian cat. + +But it wasn't, for it was only a kitten. + +It didn't look like a kitten, however, being, when rolled up and asleep, +a mere round fluffy black ball, and, when awake, a little black bear, +looked at through the wrong end of a telescope. It would have taken +about ten thousand of it to have made a real bear, and even then it +would have been a small bear, only its tail was by no means small, but a +splendid article. Otherwise it was so very tiny that it lay upon its red +rug like an ink spot on a piece of blotting-paper. It had a fine house +of basket-work, just like what Robinson Crusoe built for himself for a +summer residence, with a sloping roof, and a little door that fastened +with a pin outside, when he wished to be private; and as every house +which has not a number must have a name (so that the postman may know +where to leave the letters), it was called Nourhadeen (because of the +fair Persian), and the tenant of it was called Fluffy. + +Of course, since a gift is a gift, it was papa's own Fluffy, but that +did not prevent its being the pet of the whole house, baby included; and +to see these two little creatures together was (almost) as good as a +play. One was so black, and the other so pink and white, and yet both so +soft and warm, and about equal as to talking. For though baby could +babble, he couldn't purr, and though Fluffy could purr, she couldn't +babble, while neither could stand up on their hind-legs for more than +two seconds together. + +But when it came to climbing, baby was nowhere. Fluffy was but three +months old, but she was oftener on the roof of her house--where baby +could _never_ have got--than in it, while if dear mamma came near her, +with her long flounces, Fluffy was on them at once, and stuck there like +a hairy burr. That was the sad thing about Fluffy, she was such a +gad-about, being everywhere where you didn't expect her to be; and so +tiny that even when you did expect her, nobody knew she was there. + +She was lost about ten times a day, and found in the most astonishing +places. Once in mamma's work-box, where she was looked for, but not +seen, being taken for a ball of worsted; and once in papa's +shooting-jacket pocket, who took her to his office with him, under the +impression that she was his seal-skin tobacco pouch. + +Moreover, a very fashionable lady called one day, and took Fluffy right +away with her, the poor little dear having clung to her mantle, and been +amalgamated with its fur trimmings. + +To say that dear papa was "weak" about the fair Persian is to take a +very favorable view of his devotion to her; but dear mamma said it was +"quite ridiculous to make such a fuss about a kitten"--and never herself +lost a chance of picking it up and fondling it in her arms. The rest of +the family were described by their cousin Charley, who lived over the +way, as "sunk in the Persian superstition," and even as "addicted to +nigger worship"--an allusion to Fluff's sable hue. + +And now comes the best part of the story, which is, of course, the +"creepy-crawly" and horrible part. + +Cousin Charley had a mastiff dog called Jumbo, ever so high and ever so +huge, with great hanging chaps (which are pronounced chops, you know) on +both sides of his jaws. If you never saw him open his mouth, I can +scarcely give you any idea of it; but if you have seen pictures of +Vesuvius during an eruption, think of the crater. It was said by his +master that Jumbo would never hurt a fly, but that was not the point +with those who were not flies, and all these stood in great fear of him. +It is very little satisfaction to one who meets an elephant in his +morning's walk, in a narrow way, to have read that that creature is the +most gentle of mammals (or mammoths); and similarly there was no knowing +what catastrophe might not take place from the presence of Jumbo, though +he might not mean to bring it about. He was positively too tremendous +for society; while, out-of-doors, I never knew a dog so respected--and +avoided--by other dogs. + +To see Jumbo and Fluff together was to behold the meeting of two +extremes of the animal creation; the introduction of the King of +Brobdingnag to the Princess of Lilliput, or of Chang, the Chinese giant, +to Mrs. General Tom Thumb. Yet, if you will believe me, on Jumbo's first +appearance on our drawing-room rug, Fluff scampered up to him (all on +one side, as usual) and hung on to his tail! The moment was one of +terrible suspense, not only to her, but to the spectators generally, +except Charley, who said, "Oh, Jumbo won't mind," which might or might +not have been the case; for it is my fixed conviction that that noble +animal was totally unaware of what was taking place, so to speak, behind +his back, and to this hour is ignorant of the indignity that was put +upon him. + +One Sunday morning, in midwinter, Jumbo called without his master, and +walked into the back parlor without being announced; there was no living +creature there except himself and Fluff, and when the family entered the +room _there was only Jumbo_. They looked everywhere for his late (yes, +his _late_) companion; but she had vanished. Whither? To this vital +question it seemed to their horrified minds that there was but one +reply; it was in vain for Jumbo to assume an indifferent air, as though +he would say, "How should _I_ know?" The accusation that trembled on +every lip was, "The dog has swallowed her." He looked about the same +size as usual, but that was nothing; fifty Fluffs would not have made +any external difference. One of his chaps, indeed, seemed to hang a +little lower than usual, but she was not there. He yawned--nobody +believed in _that_; it was just what a dog would do, conscious of crime +and assuming unconcern--and everybody shuddered. What might not that +enormous throat have swallowed, and thought nothing of it? Messengers +were dispatched at once for Charley, who came and cross-examined the +animal; but he only shook his head and wagged his tail. These actions +might have been proofs of his innocence if Fluff had still been with us, +but as it was, it only showed his callousness--the callousness of +cannibalism. + +All sat round Jumbo in a circle, and listened in solemn silence. Even +the tiniest mew of farewell would have been welcome, but it was not +vouchsafed. Nothing was heard but the thumping of that wicked tail (to +which they had once seen Fluffy cling) upon the bear-skin rug on which +they had so often lost her. She was not there now, for they took it up +and shook it. She was not in the envelope case upon the writing-table; +nor in the coal-scuttle, for they took the coals out one by one, to be +quite sure; nor in the work-box, for it was Sunday, and it was not +there; nor up the curtains, for they examined them with "the steps"; nor +up the chimney, for the fire was alight; nor in either of papa's boots, +which were set on the fender to get warm. She was gone from their sight +like a beautiful dream, though still, alas! in a manner, _present_. + +Dear papa was the first to recover from the catastrophe. "Whatever has +taken place, my dears," said he, "we must go to church; the last bell is +already ringing." + +Dear mamma sighed, and took the hands of the two youngest children, +leaving her muff to hang from her neck by its ribbon. She felt that in +that hour of trouble the clasp of her fingers would be a comfort to +them. + +The whole family walked together like a funeral procession, and they +could see the neighbors draw long faces, under the impression that there +had been some fatal domestic calamity to account for such looks of woe. +Even Charley was affected, though he could hardly believe even yet in +his favorite's guilt, while Jumbo came behind with his tail between his +legs--either from the stings of conscience, or because he knew he would +be left as usual at the church door. + +[Illustration: "FLUFF'S LITTLE BLACK FACE PRESENTED ITSELF."--DRAWN BY +A. B. FROST.] + +I am afraid the thoughts of some of the little party wandered a little, +during the first part of the service, in the supposed direction in which +Fluff had gone; but the sermon riveted their attention. They wished +sincerely Jumbo could have been there to hear it, for it was upon +cruelty to animals. It had just begun, and dear mamma had for the first +time got rid of her books and placed her hands in her muff, when she +drew them sharply out again and turned very red. At the same time a +piteous little mew pervaded the sanctuary. At home we could not have +heard it a yard away, but the church, being built for sound, developed +those delicate notes. At the same time all the people on the right hand +of the aisle began to smile. Fluff's little black face had presented +itself at that end of the muff. Dear mamma hastened to close it up with +her hand, and then all the people on the left hand of the aisle began to +smile. Fluff's little black face had peered out at the other end. Then +dear mamma, in desperation, put in both her hands, and then the +imprisoned Fluff began to mew indeed. "How hard must that heart be," +said the clergyman, going on with his subject, "who would ill use an +innocent, helpless kitten!" "Like _me_, like _me_," said Fluff, or so it +seemed to say, in its piteous way. The people in both aisles fixed their +eyes on dear mamma, who in vain pretended to be rapt in the sermon; they +knew very well by this time what was wrapped in her muff, and in the end +dear mamma had to go. The denunciations of the clergyman against cruel +people followed her down the aisle, and were supposed, no doubt, by +those who didn't know her, to have a personal application, for Fluff +was mewing all the way. It was altogether a most terrible business. +What all the family felt, however, when they got home, was that an +apology was, in the first place, due to Jumbo for the imputation on his +character, and it was offered (on a plate of beef bones) in the amplest +manner, and accepted in a similar spirit. + + + + +THEY GOT THE TURKEY. + +BY MRS. MARGARET EYTINGE. + + +The shop of Mr. Onosander Golong looked, that 24th of December, like a +bower. Two young cedar-trees stood one on each side of the doorway; long +garlands of evergreen, sprinkled with bright berries, were festooned all +over the walls; and every turkey there, and there were lots of them, +hanging like some new kind of gigantic fruit from the mass of green that +covered the ceiling, had a gay ribbon tied around its neck. And such a +wonderful picture in the way of freshness and color as the big window +presented to the passers-by! Bunches of crisp light green celery leaning +up against heaps of brown, pink-eyed potatoes and honest red onions; +fiery-looking peppers side by side with golden oranges and yellow +lemons; hard, smooth, shining cranberries trying to look as though they +were sweet; great fat pumpkins; piles of green and piles of rosy apples; +bunches of fragrant thyme; and more turkeys, some with and some without +their feathered coats, but all, as I said before, with gay ribbons +around their necks. Dear me! if Santa Claus could have only looked into +that window and peeped into that shop, how pleased he would have been, +and how he would have laughed! And he certainly would have taken Mr. +Onosander Golong for a long-lost brother, for never before did mortal +man so strongly resemble the children's old Christmas friend. Snow-white +hair, long snow-white beard, twinkling blue eyes, round, fat, red, +good-natured face, a fur cap on his head, bunches of holly berries +pinned here and there on his shaggy jacket, and a laugh--good gracious! +such a loud, hearty, mirth-provoking laugh, that the very people on the +street, hearing it, began to smile, and feel that Christmas was here +indeed. And I tell you Mr. Onosander Golong was busy that day, and so +were all the men and boys employed by him. Turkeys and other things that +had been ordered the evening before, turkeys and other things that had +been ordered early that morning, and turkeys and other things being +ordered all the time, were to be packed away in huge baskets, and sent +to their respective destinations. But he wasn't so busy but that he +stopped a moment from his work to give a piece of meat to a poor dog +that had trotted hopefully into the shop (having evidently translated +the name "Golong" over the door into "Come in"), and was asking for it +with his eyes. And as he rose from patting the dog, he saw two children +standing before him, also asking for something with their eyes. They +were poorly dressed children, but the girl had a sweet, bright face, and +the boy was as jolly-looking a little fellow as you could find anywhere. +His cheeks were as round, if not as red, as Mr. Golong's, and his merry +black eyes actually danced in his head. Now if there was one place in +Mr. Onosander Golong's heart softer than the rest, it was the place he +kept for children; and so when he saw these two looking up in his +face--the boy with boyish boldness, and the girl with girlish +shyness--he said, in the cheeriest, kindest manner, "Well, small people, +what can I do for you?" + +"We would like to tell you a story," answered the boy, in a frank, +pleasant voice. + +"Tell me a story!" repeated Mr. Golong, in a tone of great surprise. + +"Yes, sir, please--a Christmas story," was the reply. + +"Bless my heart! what a queer idea!" said Mr. Golong, and he laughed a +silent laugh that half closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose in the +funniest way. + +"Wouldn't you like to hear one?" asked the girl, coaxingly. + +"Of course I would--I'm very fond of stories--but I don't see how I can +spare the time. We're so busy just now, and likely to be until night," +said Mr. Golong. + +"It's only a short one," said the boy. + +"A very short one," added the girl. + +"Well, go ahead," said the good-natured old fellow. And he sat down on a +barrel of potatoes, and his young visitors placed themselves one on each +side of him. + +"One Christmas-time," the boy began, "there was a big tenement-house in +this city, and ten families lived in it, and every one of these families +'cept one knew they were a-going to have turkey for their Christmas +dinner. They knew it sure the day before Christmas, all 'cept this one. +The family that wasn't sure the day before Christmas morning lived on +the top floor, and it was--it was--" + +"Mrs. Todd, Neal Todd, Hetty Todd, and Puppy Todd," prompted the girl. + +"Yes, it was them," said the boy, and went on with his story again: +"Mrs. Todd was Neal's and Hetty's mother--they hadn't any father; he +died three years ago--and Puppy was their dog. Mrs. Todd is one of the +best mothers ever lived, and she sews button-holes on boys' jackets for +a big store; and Hetty cleans up the house, and gets the supper, and +such things; and I--I mean Neal--runs errands for folks when he can get +a chance after school. His mother wants him to go to school till he's +fourteen anyhow, 'cause a boy that has some education can get along +better than a boy that don't know anything. And this family, though they +were very poor, had always managed to have a turkey dinner till the +Christmas I'm telling about, and Mrs. Todd she loved turkey." + +"Didn't Hetty and Neal?" asked Mr. Golong, closing his eyes and +wrinkling his nose again; and he hurried away to wait on a stout lady, +all covered with glittering jet ornaments and bugles, who must have been +a very particular customer, she talked so loud and so much. + +"Didn't Hetty and Neal?" he repeated, when he came back. + +"Oh, my! I guess they did!" said the girl, her eyes sparkling. + +"They'd 'a been funny fellows if they didn't," added the boy; "but, 'pon +their words and honors, they wanted it more for their mother--she's such +a good mother, and has so few good things to eat--than they did for +themselves. And it made them feel awful bad when she came home and cried +'cause some wicked thief had stolen her pocket-book with half a week's +earnings in it, and the two-dollar bill that the boss had given her to +buy a Christmas dinner with besides. And so the boy Neal--he's kind of a +nice chap, ain't he, Hetty?" + +"Awful nice," replied Hetty, with a mischievous little giggle. + +"And he says to his sister--she's awful nice, ain't she, Hetty?" + +"Kind of nice," said Hetty, with another little giggle. + +"He says to his sister," continued the boy, "'Don't say anything to +mother, but put on your hat, and bring a basket, and we'll make a try +for a merry Christmas dinner--turkey and all.' And they went round the +corner to a beautiful market, kept by a gentleman who looked exactly +like Santa Claus--" + +Mr. Onosander Golong laughed aloud this time, and flew to wait on +another particular customer. + +"So he looked like Santa Claus?" he said, with a chuckle, when he sat +down on the barrel of potatoes again. + +"The very image of him!" said the girl, with great emphasis. + +"The boy," began the boy once more, "had run errands for him two or +three times, and each time had got two apples or oranges besides the +reg'lar pay; and he was good to cats and dogs. So this chap went to this +gentleman--he took his sister along, 'cause he thought Mr. Golong would +like to see her--and they told him their story. And the boy says, when +it was done, 'If you would only trust us for a turk--I mean, a turkey, +and a few other things, I'll work for you all holiday week, and another +week too, after school. My name's Neal Todd, and my mother is a real +nice woman, and I love her just as you used to love your mother when you +was a little boy.' And the gentleman, says he, 'Being as it's +Christmas-time, and I look so much like Santa Claus, I'll do it.' And he +did. And that's all." + +Mr. Onosander Golong burst out a-laughing, and oh! how he laughed! He +laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. He laughed until he nearly +fell off the barrel. He laughed until everybody far and near who heard +him laughed too, and the very roosters in the poultry shop over the way +joined in, and crowed with all their might and main. And they got the +turkey. + +[Illustration: "AND THEY GOT THE TURKEY!"] + + + + +BOOKS SUITABLE FOR HOLIDAY PRESENTS. + + * * * * * + +GIFT BOOKS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. + + +_The Boy Travellers in the Far East._ + + Adventures of Two Youths in a Journey to Japan and China. By THOMAS + W. KNOX. Illustrated. 8vo, Cloth, $3.00. + +_An Involuntary Voyage._ + + A Book for Boys. 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