Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 385

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THE SENTINEL, FRIDAY EVENING, DEC. 14, 1900, -- SUPPLEMENT.

CHRISTMAS CHIMES.

From yonder belfry, old and gruy. Where thick the frosted Ivy climnhs, Now sweet and slow, now bilthely gay, Along the shining, wintry way,

There comes the sound of christmas chimes;

Across the sunlit snows that lie, A glittering fleece of jewels rare, Now grandly rising far on high. Now borne in tenderest whispers high, They fill with joy the morning alr.

In tranquil calm the landscape smiles; The spirit of all peace Is here; The simple life no passion wlles,

Nor storm, nor stress the heart begulles From paths by duty rendered dear. When flashed v'er Judah's plains the light Whose luster with the ages swells; The joy, that sweetly solemn night, Revealed to man on Bethlehem's helght, Seems echoed here In Christmas bells. Warmed by the yule-log's cheery blaze, With friends around the henrth-siones wide

In simple sports, or old-time lays, Or legends quaint of other days, The village keeps Its Christmas tide; Or, seated 'round the ample board. Exponent true of prosperoue Ilmes, From hearts with life's contentment stored, In homely phrase, are praises poured That blend, parchance, with Christmas chimes.

Within the manor's stately hall Kind hearts with Christmas cheer keep pace.

And children's merry voices call. And bountsous gifts for one and all From loving hands the season grace. With rich or poor, with old or young. Within each heart some memory dwells Of bliss the by-gone years may hold Which now, like some eweet tale retold, Comes back again with Christmas belle.

Sweet Christmas bells, through every land Ring out your message, far and wide; That falth, by Love Divine, be fanned, And God's sweet peace with men may stand, And charlty with all ablde. -Beatrice Harlowe, In Chicago Advance.

Martha Dean's Doubt

By Mary Sweet Potter.

"So long have I prayed and waited for prosperity-oay, even a sufficient Income to yleld my children and my- self the common necessaries of life- without receiving an answer to my prayers, that I am tempted to believe that God does not redeem His promises, but to a few favored onea." So spoke Martha Deao.

The very essence of hitterness muat dwell in the heart of oue who gives ut- terance to such a sentiment, and, in- deed, Martha Dean was in a bitter and desperate mood, which was quite un- usual with her, for she had never lost fwith before.

She sat there before her fireleas kitchen raoge, her dull eyes watching the progress of a great snowstorm. She saw nothing of its white, fierce beauty, however, hut gathered only the one harsh idea that it was the inevitable cruelty of winter, for by bitter experience she had learned that to her and hers, these later years of her life, winter brought little but cold, privation and general discomfort.

It was not yet dark, hut to keep the children from taking cold she bad tucked them as warmly as possible into their beds; for there was so little fuel that she had allowed the fire to die out as soon as she had cooked the simple supper, thus insuring a little warmth and comfort for the next day, as well s a hlaze to cook their meals.

Now she heard them calling to each other across the room, and then a little later Jennie, the oldest of the four, was telling a atory to little Edith, who lay beside her, and trying to keep her voice up to a pitch high enough for the two little hoya, Tommy and Johnny, to hear also over across the room.

Here was one source of bitterness for Martha Dean. She wanted her chil- dren chatting and playing about her in comfort and happiness, hut her pinch- ing poverty forbade even that.

The worda of Jennie's story came now and then to her mother's ears; it was an extravagantly generous C'brist- mas story, aod Martha Dean's lip curled in a smile of bitterness as she listened.

"My poor hahles!" she murmured. "Theirs will be a sorry Christmas time, with not even a fire to keep them warm."

For the next day would he Christ- mas, and being, for the time, faithless, she felt sure that no Christmas cheer awaited them-nothing, indeed, but privation and misery. The hours passed, the children's voices were hushed in sleep, aod she could no long- er watch the storm, but she knew by the light patter against the window. with now and then a fierce fling of the aleety snow, that it was still raging. and she sat in silence and darkness thinking- not of some plan to work out of The difficulty they were io, for It seeined to her that every outlet was closed-hut of the past, when she and her little ones had been surrounded hy comforts and blessed and protreted by the love and care of the husband and father, who had died and left tbem four years before.

Suddenly there came to her eara plaintive cries and a noise at the door. Martha Dean hastened to light h lamp.

"Whatever it la that wants to come In out of such a storm, it sholl come," she thought. "I can nt lenst give shel- ter to any creature that is without, be It beost or human." And she hastened to throw open the door.

A little child stood there, covered with anow. its face uplifted in anxious inquiry, its breath coming in quick gasps.

Not a poor-looking child in thin clothing, with a pinched fure, as one might expect to sre out npion such a nlght, but a chill weighted down with rich, cumbersome wraps, with a face round and rosy and beautiful.

Fearlessly she stepped Inside, and in so doing dler'used the one fault lo her dress which had rendered her short exposure to the storm daoger- ous and uncomfortable. Her feet wwse clad iu Ight slippers, and in

wading through the snow she hed wet them through and through. though she had walked only a short distance.

"You deur little one!" cried Martha Dean. "llow did you come here?" my " We "I was all lost till 1 said prayers," was the quick reply. were going to see grandpn. und 1 tum- bled out of the big sleigh into the snow. Then the horses wouldn't stop, so 1 told the Lord. bist us mamma tolil me to, and He helped me to get here." "And didn't you get hurt anywhere, you poor babe?" inquired Martha Dean, hlushing at the little girl's sim- ple declaration of faith.

"No, ma'am; the snow was nice and soft; it didn't hurt me one bit, but my toes are freezed, 1 guess." Aud she sobhed with pain as Marthu cbafed her little, chilled feet, from which she had immediately removed the cold, wet coveriug.

Underneath the damp outer cloak the child's clothea were dry and warm, and, having put the cloak over a chair to dry, Martha wrapped her in a heavy shawl and sat holding her and gently rubbing her chubby feet, watching the blue eyes slowly closing In sleep and woudering to whom she helonged and if the child's account of her mishap were really the true ex- planation of it.

"Won't mamma come soon to get me? I want to go to my grandpa's house," murmured the little girl,

drowsily, and just theo there came a clamoroua jingle of sleighhells and a loud rap upon the outer door. Almost simultaneously with the knocking upon the door it was opened and the anow-covered form of a man stood be- fore Martha Deon for a single in- atant; then, turning hastily, he shout- ed to some one outside:

"She is found! She is here!" ond hastened out.

Then there entered Into that plain little kitchen a company of people the like of which it had never con- tained before.

First a tall, beautiful lady, fur-clad from top to toe; then n gentleman, also stately and fur-clad, and hehind them came bustling and panting an elderly gentleman, neither tall nor handsome, but, like the others in re- gard to outer wraps, he was as furry as any Santa Claus, and very like that mysterious old parsonage In many other respects.

The lady'a lips were quivering and she seemed speechless with joyful emotion, and the tall gentleman stooped and lifted the child up to her with reassuring words, as if to let her see that her darling was u harmed. As for the elderly gentle- mao, his sharp. restless eyes swept the room and its contents in a trice. "No fire, ma'am, suen a night as this? Why, why, pray? It's a won- der my little granddaughter didn't finish freezing after she got in here." "Oh, no, father, the lady has her well wrapped up. and her wet things all removed," said his daughter, for ahe noted the flush that rose to the cheek of Martha Dean.

"Yes, and it was perhaps better that she was not taken in by a hot fire wheo so near freezing." said the younger gentleman, who was evident- ly the father of the little girl. He now turned to Martna Dean.

"We were driving from the station to the home of my wife's parents, madam, two miles beyond here, when the horses became excited by the wind and storm and somehow man- aged to tip the sleigh so that little Annie was thrown out, though all the others stayed in. The horses were unmanageable and ran, yet they kept the road, and when they reached home stopped. Of course, we re- turned as soon as possible after get- ting control of the horses. This ex- plains our lotrusion upon you, and no words can express our thankful- ness to you for your kindness toward our poor little girl."

"It is nothing," replied Martha. "1 would he glad to do more. I will now build a fire, so that you may get warm and dry before going out into the storm again."

"Needless trouble, madam; we are not cold," qulekly replied the old gen- tleman. "Jomes and John are waiting and we must go. Just tell me one thing, madam, if you please, how many little ones have you? I see sev- eral pairs of peepers in yonder."

Martha Dean informed the old gentleman as to the number of her family, while husily engaged in dress- Ing the little girl's feet in some shoea and stockings belonging to her owo little Edith, while the child elung tightly to her mother's neck.

"Two hoys and two girls, the oldest a girl of 12, the youngest a girl of four; Tommy and Johnny betwren." he repented, as he turnedto go. "I will see you again to-morrow, madam; good-night and a merry Christmas!" Then, with the little Annie wrapped until she made an enormous tudle, the whole party took their departure. "Our nome is Lewis and father's is Ray; we will see you again; I will call to-morrow if you do not forhid me." were the lady's parting words, and aoon Martha Deon stood alone in her little kitchen, the sound of the de. parting sleighbells ringing in her cara, her sensea almost whirling. "He looked adznetly like Santa Claus!" declared little Edith.

"But she didn't look like Mrs. San- ta, and he hasn't any little girl," ob jected Tommy.

"Besidea, he didn't leave a thing for anybody," dolefully supplemented Johnny.

"Mamma, what does It all meat ?" lo- quired Jeonie, the serlous-minded one, for she with the other children had slept until a few minutes before the midnight visitor left the house.

Then Martha Dean told as briefly as possible the story of little Anoie's ad- venture, meaotime hurrylug the chil- dren again loto bed, herself soon fol- lowing them.

But it was loog before she closed bør eyea io aleep, her mind was so full of the unexpected event which had just taken place.

While she was lighting her fire the next morning a large box was dellv- ered ut her door, followed a little later by a loml of conl und sundry other articles,

"With love and o 'Merry Christmas,' from: Miss Annie Lewis," was marked u'pon ull the packages, und even the man who brought the coal said that little Miss Annie sent it. The

From such a source it ronld not be refused, and Martha Dean felt the harrier of pride go down in her soul ss one contribution after another was left on her premises, ller hume was soon filled with warmth nud a goodly number of com. forts und Inxuries, and the children were glowing and happy over number- less toys and books and articles of wearing apparel that fitted everyone in a miost remarkable way.

Santa Claus' sharp eyes had taken notes to some effect the night before. Io the afternoon there came (in the course of Mrs. Lewis' call, which was made according to her promise of the nlght before), a panacea for such wounds as her pride had received.

Her new-found friends, learning that she was a normal graduate and had previous to her marriage followed teaching for a profession, assured her that she should be established at the head of a prmary school, private and select, hy means of which all reason- able desires for herself and her little oues might he gratified and such of her present plenty as she chose to deem merely kindly lent to her by good friends might be paid for to her full satisfaction.

And to-day she is prosperous and happy, and the thing she is most nshamed and pained to recall in ber past life is the short season of un- reasoning distrust of her Heavenly Father's will and power to help her in the time of her extreme need .- | Springfield (Mass.) Republican.

REAL LESSON OF CHRISTMAS.

There Can Be No Love for God Which la Unattended by Love for Man.

"Too often in our Christmas re- ligious observances is this thought al- most entirely lost sight of, or not sufficiently emphasized," writes Ed- ward Bok in the Ladies' Home Jour- nal. "There can be no love for God for which is unattended with love man. The final test of a Christian life is not the worship of God, but always the love of mau for man. = the message of Him whose birth we celebrate at Christmas teaches us one thing ahove all others, it is not that that we shall try to du for Him as a person, hut that we shall seek to is do for one another. That is know- ing Jesus and clearly understanding Him. And wherever this true concep- tion of His life and teaching reached, there we find men and wom- en thrilled with the passion for giv- Ing. The little child wakes on Christ- mas morning with its heart full to overflowing with gladness, and by every gift iu stocking, or ueside era- dle or hed, is taught anew the old, old lesson of love. Husband and wife, brother and sister, lover and sweet- heart, friend and friend, as they re- ceive their gifts are reminded once more that love is not a dream, but a reality-and a reality which grows more vital, more precious and more enduring with the years. The sick, in chair or in bed, as they open their Christmas packages, are almost recon- ciled to loneliness and pain. friendless, the poor, the outrast. the The waifs on the streets; those who have sinned and seem shut out from God and from mon, all begin to feel strange thrills of hope and renewed aspirations as they are taken up and enfolded in the richness and fullness of the Divine love aa it comes to them through human love or attention on Christmas day. That is knowing Christmas in its highest and noblesi sense; in its truest conception; know- ing it in that spirit from which we derive the surest happiness."

Christmas Sorprisen, "Let me see," said Mr. Flickerson. "what is it you are to get me for a Christmas present ?"

"Why, those hew curtains for the din- ing-room, you know," his wife an swered.

"Ob, yes. And what is it I am to sur- prise you with ?"

"Ilenry, I don't believe you really take the eothusiastic interest one should in these things at this glorious time of the year. You are to get me a new carpet for the ball."

Then he started for the office, full of the sublime significance of the merry yuletide .- Chicago Times-Herald.

The Children's World. This is the time divine and deur, That takes the child 10 Eden's bower. And proves the fairles yet are here, And serve It well this happy hour; So ask In falth, dear little ones,

And none your hope shall dare to mar. For lo! the angels still look on, And etill is seen the Christmas star! Behold the cbild on Christmas morn- Awake to find the world his own, And he to this great kingdom born- Where all he wishes for Is shown: How precious Is the pleasing sight. As sweet as peace that follows war; Su then the angels sing at night. So then returns the golden star!

-William Brunton, In Springfield (Msss.) Republican.

Preliminary Discipline, "Extravagauce drives the Christmas spirit away."

"Nothing of the sort; it only paves the way for a lot of lovely New Year's resolutious." -- Indianapolis Journal.

The Frensy of Givlug.

"What is the Christwas spirit ?" "It consists ju wanting to give a pres- ent to somebody that you know iso't going to give you one."-Chicago Daily News.

CHRISTMAS IN AMERICA.

We Borraw from England and Ger- MANy Those Castoms Best Adapted to Our Own Requirements.

If Christmas is peculiarly the festival of joy, the day when the gladness of the deliverance in which every Christian believes is expressed, the American people have certainly done well in con- tinuing the festival where its celebra- tion is native to them, and reviving it where it had become obsolete. whole human race, and particularly the youthful part of it, is fairly en- titled to a good deal of merrymaking. Wholesome fun helps to form a well- rounded character to build up a com- plete man or woman-and to this ex- tent is the handmaideo of religion it- self.

Our own American people have right- fully inherited a good deal of fun. The English people, who supplied the first important ingredient in our national compound, were perhaps a little too jovial. At all events the settlers of New England found it necessary to be somewhat undnly sad by way of pro- test against their conduct. One form of protest was to banish all the old English church holidays, and Christ- mas with the rest.

Indeed, there is a great deal of his- torical evidence to show that the ma- jorily of the people in England had in a great measure forgotten the soleinn aspect of Christmas in the festive as- pect of it, and that the "lord of mis- rule," who reigned on Christmas eve and sometimes for a long while after- ward, had things quite too much his own way.

But the wholesome reaction did not by any means extinguish the capacity for innocent enjoyment which is really inborn in the Anglo-Saxon nature. It has come out strongly In subsequent generations of Americans.

Meantime the jolly Dutch settlers of New York, the old-fashioned cavalier settlers of Virginia and the south, the good-hearted Germans of Pennsylvania and those who have come later, and the Irish people, who were merely sprin- kled along through the earlier days of settlement but who came in copi- ous, helpful showers more recently. have always believed in Christmas and kept it alive.

Now, every one believes In Christ- mas. The gospel of joy is preached every year In all our temples. The heaveoly story which heloogs to the day is heard by ears and sinks into hearts which have been well prepared for it hy a great deal of unselfish glad- ness; for a true Christmas fills the heart more with the pure gladness of giving pleasure than with the poorer satis- faction of being given it.

Our American Christmas begins to take an American form, as is the case with the people, the ideas, the lan- guage, and everything else which has heen hrought here from the old world. We borrow from the Christmas festi- vals of European nations whot seems to he hest adapted to our own require- ments. Santa Claus, the German. is naturalized an American, and the Ger- man Christmas-tree takes root In our soil. So does the English holly. Eng- lish Christmas songs of course are easily sung by American voices; while, on the Christmas board, the native American turkey has never been known to quarrel with good British plum-pudding.

Good cheer, iudeed, is a proper part of the gospel of joy, if it is shared. Music belongs in an especial way to Christmas, for the gladness that can- not express itself in any other way pours itself out freely in song.

Flowers, the earth's own expression of joy. should not be absent from Christmas celebrations where they can be procured; and where they cannot, the green boughs of evergreen trees may well testify to the universal faith, at the seasun when nature is cold and white, in the sure renewal of all the Ufe that sleeps.

The coming of Christmas is to be hailed, then, by more than the young, for more than they may well have, when it comes, "the best time of all the year." Its coming is a token that there can he no gladness without benevolence -- that "good-will toward men" is the very foundalioo of "peace on earth." And so, a Merry Christmas to all our readers, and to all the world -Youth's Companion.

Remember, Ye, the Poort Across the frosty Christmas-tide a mighty chorus rolls.

Clear as the peal of church bells ringing over mead and moor,

Hymned by the myrlad heavenly hosts of saved and gladdened soule:

"Remember, at this giving time, remem- ber, ye, the poor!

"Remember, ye. the Manger's Child at humble Bethlehem.

The Cruelhed! who spent His blood to ransom and to save!

Remember, ye, the needy, yea, for He was one of them!

At this, the giving time, remember, ye, what Jesus gave!"

Above the frosty Christmas-tide the chorus grandly soars-

Oh! buman hearts, lift up 10 it! Lift up on answering strain

While from the holy host the peerless har- mony outpours. And stretch the hand of charlly to soothe where there Is paln! - Cluskey Cromwell, In Washington Star.

Hard to Comprehend. Freddie-There is one thing I'd like to know.

Cobwigger -- Well?

Freddie -Why is there no use asking Santa Claus for the things you don't want me to have ?- Judge.

Before Christmas.

** Say, ma!" "What, Freddy ?"

"If 1 wuz as good as this all th' time I'd git sick an' die, wouldn't I?"-Chi- cago Record.

inherited Mlatrust. "Bessie, have you written your letter to Santa Claus ?"

"Yes, ma; hut dou't you go un' give it to pa to mail." -- Indianapolis Jour-

JUST ON THE BRINK.

MY H. C. WARREN.

"What news?" she shouted, waving, as be came within bathing distance. lle waved back and shook his head mourn. fully. Then, in a voice that curried far above the noise of the breukers, be called back: "The same old stury."

She was perched high up oa the top of a big rock that projected almost into the sea. A light plaid shawl, thrown pic- turesqnely over her, served us a partial pro- bection against the foam, which splashed madly about, at times reaching even the height where she was sented. lle has- tened toward her, leaping from rock to Fuck, and scrambling up, arrived quite breath-

"Nothing bad, I hope?" she queried, sym- pathetically, as he threw himself headlong at her feet.

"Yes, really, Emma," he replied, "it is bad; not so much in itself, but coming after all the rest, you know, it takes the starch pretty well out of me, I confess." "What is it this time?"

"It's the 'Heroit to ilis Books.' I've tried it everywhere, and now even the Heathen rejecta it. It is utterly hopeless, you see." "It isn't in your best vein, I'm afraid, and you will simply have to try again," Ilave 1 "Well, what is my vein, then? any veins anyway, or are they all arte- ries?" And he laughed, in a half-hearted

wsy. "There was the "Swinging Lantern,' which was dramatic and ghostly. I thought that would do. It was modeled after my prize poem in college. And there was the "Ghost of Desdemona,' pitched in the same high key both utter failures. Then there was the 'Switchman,' in the way of dia- lect-"

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Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 385

Author: Publication date: 1900 Publisher: Number of Pages: 436

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