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THE LEGEND OF GOLDBERG.
sun and ghastly in the moonlight -
Lay the German village brown.
But appeared no human figure.
For the plague was in the town.
There had corpses laid unhiuied,
And whom death had chanced to spare
Were all hidden in the houses
Mn the pestileatial air. '
80 in terror had they hidden.
Breeding night. afraid of day,
Praying. waiting. scarcely hoping.
For the dread to pom-away
time the snow, then morning sunshina
Game the Christmas as of old.
But no form moved in the village:
It lny silent. white and cold.
Rose that morn the singer. Caspar,
From the bed where he had lain
(He alone of all the stricken
In his home would rise again).
“I alone,“ he thought, “am living:
I a!one“—his eves grew dim—
'I alone of all the village .
May repeat the Christmas hymn.
‘Whet though death may be awaiting—
Whnt is death l—the day is bright;
I will sing the Christ child story—
Sing it looking on the light!“
Open then he threw the shutter,
And upon the silent street
From his lips rang out the anthem,
Strong and hopeful. clear and sweet.
Through the {frosty air of morning
. The old Christmas anthem rang—-
What was that? Another shutter
Opened wide as Caspar sang!
And another! and another:—
There was limit to the slain-
God be thanked: A score of voices
‘Joined with (‘aspar in the strain!
And they knew no more were dying,
That the hand with power to stay
Had been reached out to deliver—
‘l'his they knew on Christmas day.
-Stanley Waterloo in Chicago News.
A CHRISTMAS STORY.
“It was Christmas night. 184—," con-
finned l’lunkett. "when I first seed Peter
Simpson. though it had been norated
mound for some time that there was or
stranger in the settlement. and that he
was erkin to old Billy Brocks, and was
*orgwyne to settle crmong us if he could
ind or place to suit him."
Brown drew his chair up closer to the
old man and remarked: . ,
“Them war the days when you played
the fiddle. and l hain’t much to brag on
myself nor on my kin. but 1 never seed
no music that come up to ,‘Sugar in the
Gourd' when l was er handling the
straws and you was or pulling of the
“how.“
“l'vc seed the day I could fairly make
or fiddle talk," nodded Plunkett. and
then continued:
"On the Christmas night of.184r— that
was a party at old man Jimmy Law-
rence’s. and we’d all gathered and the
young folks had played er game or two
of sich as ‘Thimble.’ and ‘Timothy Tub-
erbutin.’ and ‘Snap Out,’ till at last they
gathered partners and begin to walk
srrrmnd and erroun‘d. and Peter he was
there a stranger and he didn’t have no
{partner and wasn‘t er having nothing to
do With the walking erround. so Lucy
(bats; as good er girl as ever lived in
Georgia. wanted to make, him.-feel at
home. and so she axed him to be the
*middle fellow.‘ '
“That‘s the way the play is. They all
have partners but one. The odd one
gets in the middle as. they all walk
mound and sing, and when they git to
the part in the song where it says ‘Right
here l'll find her’ they all change part-
ners and the middle man has the right
to jump beside some of the girls if he is
quick enough and then that fellow that
kiss-s his girl gets in the middle. and so
it goes."
“Ch. I know that old play,” spoke
Brown. at the some time drawing his
Mir 3 little nearer to the old man.
“Well.“ continued Plunkett. “Peter
he got in the middle. and the youngsters
walked erround and erround er singing
so as you could er heerd 'em er mile:
"It rains and it hails. and it‘s cold stormy weather,
Along comes the farmer drinking all the cider:
Zf'll reap the oats and who‘ll be the binder?
'1 lost my true love and right here I‘ll and her.
"And then the change come and Peter
he throwed himself erround and got by
like side of Lucy. and he has told me
since that he loved her from that very
minit.“ ' -
Old man Brown was unable to contain
himself longer and he remarked: ,
“And Lucy made him as good or wife
ssevererman had.” _ ', ,
Plunkett frowned at bemg disturbed,
but soon continued: -
“The young folks went on with their
playing—first one thing and then an-
other—till pretty soon they got partners
and went walking erround and erronnd
er‘gin. singing: .
“Verv well done. said Johnnie Brown.
This is the way to Iondon town:
Stand you still, stand you by,
rm you hear the watchman cry.
.“Oni this comet you must kneel.
Kiss your true love in the field,
Kiss the one that you love best
.1 cm before she gas to rest. ‘
“Pretty soon,” continued Plunkett,
"they cried‘out. ‘Seat your partners}-
ud Peter and Lucy was right close to
me and Lucy she turned and ’lowed:
" 'Mr. Plunkett, let m'e make you ac- .
. quainted-with Mr. Sinipson.’ ' '
“ThthPeter .he shook hands erlong
Vvith me’ :and took :3: seatjbyine, and it
warn’tfi‘no time till me and. him was just
like old- friends, and he lived by me or
_.-;bug time and 'I never had ertruer friend
{or better neighbor. and Christmas makes
me think erbout these old times and
finest: old neighbors that have passed
sway forever.
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“We ," continued Plonkett, ‘fPeter
and Lucy married during .of the year
134—, and that’s what I want to tell you
abon
passed on 'thofroad where the moss is or
growing on the roof lives er nigger man
by the name of old Tom, that was the
first nigger that ever Peter and Lucy
had. Tom was some eighteen years old
when Peter‘s dado give him to them, and
old Tom and Peter had been brought up
together, and Peter done just as much
work as he, required Tom to do, and they
made good crops, and in two or three
years Peter had or right smart money
layed up, and so he bought some more
i. 4 . _
“In that old hewed log house that you
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magnum he boughtmthernlgger ’
or two and they helped him, and soon
paid for themselves and Tom and Lucy
got ambitions to be rich and they went
in debt, thinking they could work and
pay out. and so things were moving
erlong when old Tom. Over yonder on
the road. went to his young master and
mistress and told ’em he wanted to many
one of old Squire Crawford’s nigger gals.
Tom’s master was willing for him to
marry the girl that he loved. but the old
squire be fixed up and before anybody
thought erbout it he’d sold out his plan-
tation and put out for Texas. Folks
were crazy on Texas them days, and it
didn’t take er fellow long to git OR for
them parts when the fever once struck
’em.
“After Squire Crawford went all to
Texas old Tom never was the same fel-
low. He didn’t sing and dance erround
like he always had and he'd set errouud
by himself and wouldn’t have much to
do with anybody, and Peter and Lucy -
noticed it and tried to git him to forget
the girl that went off to Texas, but they
couldn’t. and old Tom he begin to talk
erround ermong the other niggers that
slavery was wrong and that he’d'rather
be dead than submit to it. Things went
erlong this way till Tom he got worse
and worse. till at last one night when
the niggers had gathered out in their
yard and were playing and er singing
under a big oak on the grass Tom he
jest set out on or horse block and whit-
tled with his knife and looked down at
the ground till be bored the niggers sing
the old song:
“Old massa give me holler day
He said he‘d give me more,
And I thanked him very kindly,
And 1 shoved my boat from slim.
It‘s oh, my dearest May!
You‘re lovely as the day.
Your eyes so bright
They shine at night.
When the moon has gone away.
“And from across the branch came
the plaintive. sound of negro voices from
Freeman’s quarter, and as Tom listened
his heart seemed to go out in sympathy
to the singers, for as they progressed he
slowly raised his head and leaned for-
ward, as if to catch the sound. and his ;
lips moved in unison as the words
“I took her hand within my own,
A tear was in her eye,
I asked her if she would be mine.
Her answer was a sigh.
0h, Emma, dear, dear Emma,
From the Mississippi vale.
In all this wide world over
There is none like Emma Dale,
swelled upon the breezes. and at the fin-
ish he arose from his seat and walked
toward the woods.
“When the niggcrs got through with
their frolic Tom was gone. and the next
morning when the other niggers went
to work thar wan’t no Tom there, and
it was soon known that Tom was a run-
away.
“Peter and Lucy wouldn‘t hear toput-
ting hounds after Tom. and so he was
not heard from any more, and they had
quit talking about him on the place.
Thus it went for a year. The crops were
sorry and Peter failed to pay anything
on his thousand dollar note to old man
Smith, but had to renew and borrow a
little more. Peter was confident and
Lucy was cheerful, and so they pitched
another crop and resolved to economize
3 and work hard, never thinking that luck
¢
had turned ergm 'em. .
“Erlong in June, though,” continued
Plunkett, “the niggers that Peter had
bought got the smallpox ermong them,
all three of them died and the crop was
lost, but Peter rolled up his sleeves and
worked the harder and Lucy she was jist
the same good little woman, and they
made or pretty good crop and got it
housed, and I don't think my one of ’em
ever thought erbout luck being ergin
’em.
“But," continued the old man, “on the
3d day of December~on the night of
that day—I never would forget it if I
were to live or thousand years, Peter’s
barn ketChed er fire and burned up his
whole crop and all three of his horses,
and the very next morning old Smith
was over there or pressing him for the
twelve hundred dollars and said he had to
have it or he’d take possession of the
farm. The money would be due on the
25th day of December, and old Smith
wanted his money or possession on ' that
day. The prospects for a happy Christ—
mas was ; mighty gloomy for Peter, but
Lucy said:
“ ‘Well, Peter, you‘ve got me and the
children yet.‘ ‘
“ ‘Yes,’ said Peter. ‘and you‘ve never
her’d me complain, but I do hate to give
up the home.’ ‘
“That was erbout as much to do as
there was erbout it, until at last Christ-
mas eve night rolled around and the'lit-
tie children hung up their stockings and
talked themselves to sleep about old
Santa Claus. and Peter and Lucy listen-
ed with hidden tears, and all through
the long night they sat untilthe hands
on the clock pointed to the hour of three,
and then Peter raised his head and
’lowed: , .
“ ‘Lucy, we'will have to give up our
home to Smith! '
- “Before Lucy could answera soft, cat-
likotread was heard upon the porch and
the latch string was pulled,-and as the
door opened there. was revealed to the
sight of the astonished pair: 1
“Old Tom, the runaway.
“ ‘I‘se worth $2,000 of any man’s
money, and that will pay 03 old Smith‘s
mortgage,’ said old Tom as he unsl'ung
a clean pillow case from his shoulder
that was filled with goodies for the little
ones, and that soon swelled the little
stockings that hung on the mantel.
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“ With the return of old Tom came
prosperity to Peter and Lucy, for when
old Smith found that Tom had returned
and if put up for sale would pay the
mortgage he made terms that enabled
Peter and old Tom to go to work upon
the farm and not only get out of debt,
but get rich, and Tom was set free long
’fore any Yankees knowed him, and Pe-
ter he went out to Texas and found old
squire Crawford and bought the woman
what Tom loved and brought her back
to Georgia on Christmas day, 184—, and
give her to T0111 for his Christmas pm
out, and they live at yonder moss cover-
.ed- log house, and I wish them a merry,
'gierry Christrnas.”—Atlanta Constitu-
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l‘lIEDAY OUTON ARANCH
THEODORE» ROOSEVELT ‘ TELLS OF
AN EXPERIENCE IN THE WEST.
Bevin; NI Empty border the fisherman
Get Out to Hunt Deer—They Strike
Trail. Secure the Game and Get a Cold
Bucking.
One December, while i was out on my
ranch, so much work had to be done that
it was within a week of Christmas before
we were able to take any thought for the
Christmas dinner. The winter set in late
that year and there had been comparatively
little cold weather. but one day the ice
on the river had been sufficiently strong
to enable us to haul up a wagon load of
flour, with enough salt pork to last through
the winter, and a very» few cans of tinned
goods to be used at special feasts. We had
some bushels of potatoes, the heroic victors
of astruggle forexistence, in which the rest
of our garden vegetables bad succumbed to
drouth, frost and grasshoppers; and we also
had some wild plums and dried elk venison
But we had no fresh meat, and so one day
my foreman and I agreed to make a hunt
on the morrow.
The air was bitterly chill; the cold had
been severe for two days, so that the river
lce would again bear horses: it had already
frozen once and then again thawed. Be-
neath the light covering of powdery snow
we could feel the rough ground like
wrinkled iron under the horses’ hoofs.
There was no moon. but the stars shone
brilliantly down through the cold, clear
air, and our willing horses galloped swiftly
across the long bottom on which the ranch
house stood, threading their way deftly
among the clumps of sprawling sage
brush. A mile off we crossed the river, the
ice cracking with noises like pistol shots
as our horses picked their way gingerly
over it.
As the dawn reddened, and it became
light enough to see objects some little
way off, we began to sit erect in our sad-
dles and to scan the hillsides sharply for
sight of feeding deer. Hitherto we had
seen no deer tracks save inside the bulberry
buslux by the river, and we knew that the
deer which lived in that impenetrable jun-
gle were cunning white tails, and in such a
place could only be hunted by the aid of a
bound. But just before sunrise we came
, on three lines of heart shaped footmarks
- in the snow, which showed where as many
deer had just crossed a little plain ahead
of us. They were walking leisurely, and
from the lay of the land we believed we
would find them over the ridge, where
there was a brush coulie. iding to one
side of the trail we topped the little ridge
just as the sun flamed up a burning ball
of crimson beyond the snowy waste at
our backs. Almost immediately afterward
_ my companion leaped from his horse and
raised his rifle, and as he pulled the trigger
I saw through the twigs of a brush patch
to our left the erect, startled head of a
' young black tail doe as she turned to look
I at us, her great. mule like cars thrown for
ward.
The ball broke her neck, and she turned
a complete somersault down the hill, while
asudden smashing of underbrush told of
the flight of her terrified companions. We
. both laughed and called out “Dinner!” as
we sprang down toward her, and in a few
; minutes she was dressed and hung up by
l the hind legs on a small ash tree.
l No sooner was the sun up than a warm
west wind began to blow in our faces. The
l weather had suddenly changed. and before
« an hour the snow was beginning to thaw
and to leave patches of bare ground on the
hillsides. We left our coats with our
l horses, and struck off on foot for a group
of high buttes cut up by the cedar canyons
and gorges in which we knew the old
bucks loved to lie. it was noon before we
saw anything more. We lunchcd at a
clear spring—not needing much time, for
all we had to do was to drink a draught of
icy water and munch a strip of dried
. venison.
I Shortly afterward, as we were moving
1 along a hillside with silent caution, we
' came to a sheer canyon, of which the oppo
site face was broken by little ledges grown
up with wind beaten cedars. As we
. peered over the edge my companion touch-
§ ed my arm and pointed silently to one of
i the ledges, and instantly I caught the glint
of a buck’s horns as he lay half behind an
old tree trunk. A slight shift of position
3 gave me a fair shot slanting down between
4 his shoulders. and, though he struggled to
l his feet, he did not go fifty yards after re-
ceiving the bullet.
This was all > we could carry. Leading
the horses around, we packed the buck be-
hind my companion’s saddle, and then rode
back by the doc, whicbl put behind mine.
But we were not destined to reach home
without a slight adventure. When we got
to the river we rode boldly on the ice. heed-
less of the thaw, and about midway there
was asudden, tremendous crash, and men.
horses and deer were scrambling together
in the water, amid slabs of floating ice.
However, it was shallow. and no worse re-
sultsfollowcd than some hard work and a
chilly bath. But what cared we? We were
returning triumphant with-our Christmas
dinner.—Philadelphia Times.
Christmas band.
When Chrhtmus white comes in the night
And lines the lawn, the glehe and glado.
Then dining lads and luseics haste
To reach, in‘dreams, the land of taste ‘
Along the fields of jujube paste,
Across the streams of lemony».
Amomente’eemsaday in dreams
A minute‘for a month avails.
Until they reach that honeyed land
Where sugar takes the place of sand.
And gumdrop trees on every hand
Are plundered by vanilla guise.
The hills are made of nmrnmlndo.
And jellied into dales and dolls:
The peaks in tally ridges rise
Where sods. fountains‘fizs to skim,
Where bushes bend with custard plea. '
And trees hang low with enamels.
The streams that leap News the steep
Are melting creams of frosen ice:
And these in rlvulets begun
With “mallows” softened by the nm
Into the sponge cake valley’s sun,
With everything that‘s sweet and nice.
Then o‘er the mead with eager greed
The youngsters flit like sunny gleam;
But one a single sip they take
The jelly mountain starts to quake,
It topples-which; they awake,
And—that's the way it is with dreams.
-Lippincottfs Magazine
Ber Charms.
To the valleys of New Hampshire
To spend Christmas 1 shall go,
Where the frost king reigns supremely.
And the world is white with snow.
Not because I love the country,
But the sweet maid of the mill.
Whoml'played with in mychlldhood.
mm in the old homestead still. '
.Why I love her you will wonder,
‘ For she's neither rich nor wise,
Ya she has one trait that charmsme.
file knows how to make mince pies.
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ROM the belfry sweet and low,
Hidden in the m ldnlght'l
gloom.
Sound the bells acres the snow
Through the camments of my
room
And I cry a blithe Amen!
To the burden of their by.
As they singing seem to say
Santa Claus has come again.
How the bells imprint a smile
On the child in happy sleep!
How they sleepless souls beguile
.3 they scimd from deep to deep!
now they preach to weary men
Grown half hopeless with the yearn!
How they teach. ”mid joyous tears.
Santa Claus has come again! '
For too often care and doubt
With their shadowy sister. pain,
Casting darknessall about
Quench the sunlight of the brain.
Boa joy comes o'er me then
Which no words can ever frame,
When the merry bells proclaim
Santa Claus has come again.
Yet methinks that Santa Claus,
Though unseen, dwells ever near,
And through nature‘s august laws
Brings unccasinzly good cheer;
And that all the sons of men.
If they listen in this life,
Hear above all earthly strife.
Santa Claus has come again.
For I see without, within,
Something whose I-esistless might
Slowly crushes strife and sin.
And with wisdom aids the right.
So, no matter what has been,
Well I know that every hour,
Clad in sweetness, love and power,
Santa Claus has come again.
WILLIAM F. 3. Fun:
A Reduced Appetite.
you want, Tommy? l
Tommy Bingo (who has been stuffing
himself with candy all the morning)‘—l
don’t knowas I wantany (hesitatinglyl l .
don’t feel very hungry. I
Mr. Bingo—Come, that won’t do. You ‘
must eat something, my son. '
Tommy—Well, you might give me a'
drumstick and a wing and some of the
breast and a little stuffing and gravy and l
—and the wishbone. i know I couldn’t
eat any more than that.
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His Spouse-ens funny bone, please.
Ujoobu Bung-l don’t think he has any.
I heard him say the other day that at one
time he was a professional humorist. .
Her Little Surprise.
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Mr. Blobbs—l supposethis bill is for my
Christh present. _ But where on earth is
the present? ' ‘ ‘1‘ _ "
Mrs. Blobbs—I thought I would surprise
you with the bill first.
Putting It Pleasantly.
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Tailor—'Here it. is Christmas time. and
you have owed this bill since last March.
Do I understand this to be a refusal, sir!
Travers—Not at all. It is what I call a
Gbrhtmas refrain.
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Building Materials, 850.
BUILHING S’I‘US I41, all quail-lies of send, out
lure dug. gardens and grounds renovated
horses and carts for hire. I have somethoroughly
rotted and very line manure for slower beds.
J. W. EDM IINDS.
No.6.‘loutll Union Avenue.
P. 0. Box 654.. Norwallk
PIIYM"U'I‘Il ROCK ll‘l'}.
I HAVE 3 large quantity 0t ice on hand. It was
frozen on pure water. it is clear. clean and
solid1ce. All uni. rs promptly attended to.
'l‘lIanulng my customers for past favorsJ solid.
a continuance of their patronage.
‘ R L. ELLS.
19“
THE
Norwalk Fire Insurance 00.
use now completed its
lSlh SUCCESSFUL sUslNESS YEAR
And has not outstanding a dollar of unpaid louse
orclalms for losses. No sound nmnpanv PM
for on.
W. 0. swarm. Pres. Geo. H. s'r. JoumTreas,‘
Geo. 8.00m.“ Secretary.
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ROOM 2, MASONIC BUILDING.
W. 11. MEEKER,
Pllllllllllfl, Steam and Gas Filling,
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN:
Sanitary Plumbing, and Ventilatids, and
Low Pressure Steam fleeting, a Special' '
PLUMBERS’ SUPPLIES.
Pipe and Fitting for Stee- nd Gel.
Agent forthe Florida Low Pressure Belle
Facilities for Cutting and Threading all times of
Pipe. W
T0 HORSE OWNERS !
We keep constantly on hand a good assortment or
Kentucky and Ohio Horses
selected wit-I great care in the western markets.
We have horses suilulm: [or all purposes and no
one who wants athoroughly reliable animal should
purchase before seeing what we haw a 0 offer.
We also keep constantly on hand at cm Carriage
Reposllory a complete line of UAltltlAG Es from
the best makers. which are manulucrnrcd for us
to special order ; every carriage warranted.
WAGUNS and (lAlt'l‘r of every dc criptlon.
HARNESSES, WHIPS. ROBES, BLANKETS
DANN’S LIVEl'lY STABLE,
ounce 4a WALL sun, sonwanx
Ol’l’. D. & S. ii. If. lll'll’ll'l' 35
l'llllNlTlIllll
A Full Stock of Furniture!!! all kinds' .;
PARLUR AND 'BEDRUUMSETS
s specnlty.
DAVID STOW,
Main Street opp. Deput
SOUTH NORWALK,CON1V
HENRY TILLY
CARRIAGE MAKER,
GONE
i Wedding Cards,
some NORWALK, .
Manufacturer
1 Family Carriages Victims: Ballistic
"——
All Kinds of Repairing
o. E. WILSON”
llellfll‘al Insurance and- Real Pilate hi.
Money to Loan.
Stocks, Bonds «‘50., Bought and Sold
:and Loans Negotiated at Lowest:
Rates of Interest.
:ROOK NO. 3 GAZETTE BUILDING
Nonw- Ll. VUNN
Norwalli ~:~ Gazette
JOB PRINTING ESTABLISHMENT.
Posters,
Visiting Cards, Bandbills,
Business Cards, Programmes.
Fancy chow Cards, ' Dodgers,
Ball Cards. ‘ humeads,
Statements, Circulars.
- Tag Cards, : Receipts
Town and Probate Records, Letterhe‘adlnps
Books and Pamphlets, Note Headings,
Hotel Registers. Milk Ticket-s
Primedinthe Nearest Styles and ill. the Lowest.
l‘r cos.
Norwalk Chronicler