THE MIM.IIEIM JOIRXAL, rUBIKHKD EVERY THURSDAY BY R. A. hUMILLER. Office in the New Journal Building, lVnn St., near Iluituiau's foundry. SI.OOPER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE, OH SI.2S IF NOT I*AID IN ADVANCE. Acceptable Corraponieiice Solicited Address letters to MILLIIEIM JQURNL. CHRISTMAS D Y. Whit's this hurry, wa it's this hurry. All throughout the house to-d iy . Everywhere u meny scurry, Everywhere a sound o t play, Something, to.Asthe matter, matter. Out-of-doors as well as in. For the bell goes clatter, clatter, Every minute,—such a din t Everboity winking, blinking. in a queer, mysterious way; Whit on ear h ran they IK- thinking, What on earl h eon be to pay ? Bobb. peeping oY.-the stairway, Bursts into a little shout: Kitty, too. is in a fair way . Wuerenho hales, to giggle out. As Hie bell goes a clingu-lin ting Every minute ijjhre ami more. And swift fe. t go springing, springing. Through the li ill v.iy to t ie d>r. Where a ylimpse of box and packet. And a hide rustle, rust le, Make- such sigat ami sound and racket- Such a Jolly bustle, bn-tle— That the youngsters, in thoir places Hiding slyly onto! sight. All at once show shining i.iees. Ah at once scream wuu deaght. Go and ask tliein what's the matter, What the fun outside and in— Wh t the meaning of the clatter. What ihe bustle ind ih- dm. Hear them.hear them ui.tgh.ind sh nit then AM toge her hear them say. h \\ by, w hai hive you b -en about, theu, Not to kuoiv it's Ouristmas day t" Nellie's Fresent. It was near Christmas—onlv two days before tlie world' holid ly arid the show windows of all the v llage stores were gay witli beautiful C iristmas i?ifts. Ir was leally worth one's while to stroll leisurely down the piincipul street and look at tlie pretty things so temptingly displayed, and dream of the j yous groups gathered in the many hom.*s at Christmas tide. So at le tat thought Mr. Wells H>- ward, a tall, fi te-lo iking geutlem m, who liad health and wealth, and plenty of leisure, but no home. It was no fault of the good in >thers of M i let.ui, nor of their pretty daughters, that Mr. Howard had reached the iip - age of thirty five, and was still a tioarder at one of the villige hotels Aiy one ot th •ov• il I hive j iyf iIU .is/>t* 1 her self u the t t-k of in iki ig him a home, and helping him spe id his ample for tune. However, litis eccentric g-ntl* man managed t disp | pretty Iu g * sums ii away th it pie is *1 at leisr himself. This morning he had walked half the length of the village street, when he c nne upon a pictuie which cmeil hi n to st p suddenly, and watc i the uietty tableau which was before him. Within the show window, surround ed bv all kinds of bright, lieiuuful tilings, sto a a large waxen d ill wth lovely b'ue eyes, an 1 coral lips, and fl )ating curls of bright, golden hair. Outside, her li'tie blue hands clasped in an ecstacy of delight, a little girl of eight years stood gazing at the dolly, exclaiming : "Oh-b-h ! You darling beauty 1" Mr. Howard glanc-d from one pic ture to the other. Tiif sum blue eyes and golden hair, only the lips of the living child were pinched and pale, and her d"e3s was thin and sctntv, and up on her poor little feet were only w ro out gaiters and thin white stockings. She did not seem to mind the cold, for her whole heart wasahsirbnd in admir ation of tlie beiutiful d >ll "Would you like th** pretty doll for your own, Utile girl V" said a voice be side h*r, and poor little Nell started ) iolcntly. Looking up into the dark, kindly face, beaming up in her, then down up on her poor patchtd dress, and worn out shoes— "Oh.sir. it is to > nice for sueh as I," she a -.swered, looking around for a chance of escape, for quite a crowd of little people were now gathered around the fine window, admiring the lovely French doll. ••Come with me," he said, qiiietiv taking hold of her arm, and leading her within thejdoor. "Miss," he said to the obsequious young la Iv who c ime frwtr 1, "be s • good as to find a pair .if scarl*t stock ings and mittens for this child aid a warm pair of gaiters, and put the large doll in the window into a box." The girl obeyed,with wide-open eyes, bowing low as site gave him btck the change for the bill which lie put in her band. Li tie Nell cane forward, with a p elty flush upon her pile cuoeks, an 1 he put out his hand, s tying - 44 [ wish you a merry Christmas, lit tle one. witli your twin 6ister in the box l" and he placed the box in her hand. 4 N- Hie cau/ht the extended hand,and kissed it, while two warm t *ars fell up on it; but when she tried to thank him. he was gooe. It was not many minutes later, that Utile Nell c irefully opened the do r of the poor little room which she called home, her eyes spirkling and her Cheeks glowing witli happiness In one corner of the ro m her fath -r lay pale and hollow.eyed, upon a po ir-lo >k ing oo''ch, while near the window sat her luolhet busily engaged at a sewing machine. She stepped a moment as the door opened, and pressed her hand gpon her side. UMfcfidltft ! p(i£ta l* 1 ftp R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 58. | claimed, n >Ming up .Iw-u'erler milieus and the prettily el id f>t "And, oh, see !" iul s'IO ope ie I th b>x HI I he' I j u: ttie beui'if'd <| >ll ivit'i its ddioite robes of silk aid l ice. "It is inv very m own !" "Wlii? what !" gasped the poor notlier, thou burst iut tears. ''Dm't, ionn ni ; d i.i't crv. I'll tell vot: all b iut it. I haven't been traugUtv, i ideed I have nit. "Oh, d irliu * 1 I know it's all right Vn n-'ver to ik \v \it was not your own ; tint it curies me hick to the h i py C hrist nas in my dear old ho lie,'' ill MI Jiic ug t -v IT -t 1 1io sink in hi, >ne said, "Now, dear, 1 will lis ten." Nellie toM the story just as it occur red. "It must Imve lif en Howard. It is just like him." siid ihe sick man. "But he does i'c know Ud,"said Mrs. Lane. "No ; very few people do. We Inve lieeu here so short a time, *' he answer ed. "Please tell ine abut ray grandpi, rat rami. Is he alive now V" said Nel lie. "Tell her all," said the father. "I shall so >u tie g me, and it will not ra it tei." "I was working hard to get si n* shoes for these poor little feet for C'iriHt ra is " said the mother tenderly. "Now I can iest for a few moments." Then she told her child the untie of tier grandpa, and if tie pretty home which was his an lof the dear mother —but her° she broke quite dowu and subb d bitterly. "Why don't we go find me tlnm if yon |ove your man ma ?" mid N- Hie, kissing her mother's te. rstained clink. "They will led lei us come," said the sick mail. "I stole your mother aw.iy ftnm hei happy home, and then I became a dtin.kaid aid broke her heart, Iu now I am g- i gto die, and I In je you will all be happy oi.ee moie " "Hush deai ?d not talk so. You will live a d get well, and wh k i > vs tut we in tv vet l-* li ip > v " tie shook Ids Mea-I. N-llie. who was stroking Ins thin white hand, xtid : "Where is rav grandpa? If he could see you now, papa, I am sine he would love yon." "N , Nellie. 1 dare not. get w 11 I am a slave to drink ; and it is every where to tempt me. Your grandpa lives in D , only ten miles away. Wlien I am gone, you must go to him and ask liiiu to forgive me." The dsv before hid been mi usually cold and frosty. "God pity the poor this day," said good Mrs. Lithrop, as she looked down through her frosty windows into the icy street. "It was a bitter cold night,"said her husband from his arm-chair before the open fire. "Tlmy are trimming the church and lighting it. What a great ! fuss all because of custom." "No, father, all because of Christ's 1 ive. I am so thankful that He came to earth, and taught us such precious les sons of love and forgiveness. I have been thinking of our Ellen, father," she added with a sort of half-smother ed Sob. Just then a little rap was heard at the side door where a sheltered piazza kept out the storm. Mri. Lithrop o liened the door. A tiny child stood there, with great tearful eves, on the lashes of which 'ears were fi07,01. "Come in child, who are you, and what do you want ?" Trie child walked straight a *ross the room to where the old in 40 wassit'ing, peeiing around to see who the strange intruder could be. "You are my grai dpi," she said. "lam Ellen's liitl- giil, and I want you to forgixe m uu ua and papa and and me " The old man g'e v v ery red i>t the face, then he rose and went to tlie win dow. Soon lie beg 1:1 pacing the room, muttering to himself. Mrs. I-at nop when she hard the Child's worl- 1 , clasped her in h*r arms, chafing the chille,! limbs and s ibbiug. "El'en's ch id ! my precious lamb and where is s ie, and hw came you h *re ? Then in a few words. Nellie told tlie sto-y. When she had learned who her grandpa wis, and where tie lived, the night before she resolved to come to him. "I told Mrs. Morris, our neoest neighbor, th it if mamma cailed for me she was to tell her not to worry a bout. me, but papa is so very sick, I uo not think she will." 44 A d did you walk all the way, child I" sai I 'he old lady "Oh, no ; I g-r three or fo >r long rides, but it took me most all day,"she said. "I thiok I will hive J ihn go down to Maplet m, to night " siid Mr. Lath rop, coming u, b*si 1-* tiis wife. " Tue MiU tOiMiOk will ui em* tot fcgrC' "And W m't yHI please to forgiye U-. ?" said N*lly seizing bis withered hand and pressing it to her cheek. "Pa pa said I was to ask after he was gone, but I cam** before." * Yes, child ; and my G>l forgive m* !" he giid catching her in his arms and strai dug l.er to his breast. A few mo neiits later, the blue eyes cl s*d in ah '.ivy sin nb*r. 'r un which Ihe child d'd not wake-, till long af'er the stfrti had i iseu on C u istuias inoro- ( log. Meanwh'le \f iplet.on was i*i a b izz of exci' eioeit. over Mr. Howard's Strang * freaks of benevolence. "He .night to have a guardian ap punted. hadn't lie mamma?" said Belle Herman, one of the h*auties of the village. "To think of giving tliat beaui ifnl Fi encli doll to so p r a child. Why didn't he give her a new dress, or Rend her parents a barn 1 of pita toes ?" 4, He left that for ns to do," said her mother. "Come J-lle, [ have heard a great deal of sc ildiug oyer this affair, and lam tired of it. If we do not like what another gives let us give better ourselves. No one else, as 1 hear, has been near the new comers, though they are sick and m trouble Later, on O ristinas d ay, some par ties, either from lienevolence or curios ity, called at the poor room wlich had been Nellies room, hut it. was vacant. **A man came in a big carriage last night and cariied them all away this morning," said Ms. Morris. "It is some of that child's doings, but how or what I don't know." At the home of the Lathrops there was light aid gladness, alt hough the white hollow cheek of one of the com any tol I that this was the last Christ mas day that he would ever see upon earth. "And now Ic in die content," lie said. "You all forgive the great wrong [ have done vou Ellen and Nellie will he cared f r,and I shall be be yond the reach of temptation." There was such j y and thanksgiving in the heart of the pur old m ther that her face was radiant. " For the dead's alive, the lost is found," s'-e chanted in tier inmost soul. The peni tent wanderer died tief ire the New Yeai downed, and they laid liirn away in his long last slumber and buried the oieraoiv of ail Ins faults with him. Ellen was again the loving hapj y daughter, and N> Hi'*, with her dailing *'Angel t," for tnig was the name she ( had given her beatiiiful doll, weie in separable companions. In all her hours of Studv or of plav the smiling face of Angela Learned upon her, and the little ad v was the safe confidant of all her Childish seciets. Two years had passed Rwiftlv and happily hv, tnd it vas agiiu C irist n s Eve, and the church at I) was trim ined with evergreens and brilliantly lighted in commemoration of the dawn ir gof the Light of the World, nearly two thoiisai d yoats ago. The crunch was filled with an expectant crowd, for treside the usual Cluislinas services there was to he a Christmas carol, and the wonderful little singei, ths grand d uighter of Mr. Lithrop, was to sing t he solo. Veiy sweet and tender Was the child vote*, w tfiog of ttre miartvn f ttr* MILLIIEIM, PA.,THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25. 1884. :• - . T - • A l'A TLB Toll Til IC HOME CHICLE Cliiisl c ild, and a little back among the crowded seats, a all liearded stran ; ger, sat in'etitly'iegaiding th" singer, j Tie blue eyes and golden hair weie somehow strangely familiar, yet where j had he seen them ? Just as the full ; rich notes of the solo tv.sed, the blue ! eyes rested full upon Ids face and a glad light spitkled in their depths A 111 Client Inter, ami the hinge Was nest ling by his ide. "Vo i Hie ilie good man that ga.ve me Angel t. uiv d n ling, an I tue prei ty shies and hi i tens Yu nust let my mamma thank y u." she whispered. Tien he remembered the pretty tab leau at \l.iidetot,:tiid the present about \ which he had endiued a meiciless a- : mount of c i .tli g. But the list an them was soig, t e benediction pro nounced, and a grayhaiied man, with a sweet, f .cul old lady 'upon his arm, came forward "Nellie, child," said the old man. Ri O i, grandpi, this is the Christmas man, the man who gave me Angela, and the pretty red mi-tens ; and this is my mamma, mister," and the child ; stepped hack as a tair faced lady, clad in mourning, advanced and gave 111 in • her hand. "Permit ine to think you, sir, you gave my lit'le Neil a j >y whhicb is as fiesli to-day as two yeais ago, ai.d you were indeed a fiiend in troutde. My name is Line, and this is my father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Ltlhrop." "And I am Wells Howard, a".d most happy to meet you all, especially my little goldeu-haiied friend," lie auswei ed, shaking hands all around. "Won't you come home and see An gela ?" said little Nell artlessly, ai d she did not at all corapiekenc? why they all should laugh, especially as grandpa Ltlhrop warmly seconded her invita tion. T!ia gossips of Mapleton had plenty of business for the text. few mouths, and at 1 est. it wasfully undeistood llmt Wells Howard had pm chased a house in 1)., and that he was to many a young wid >w of tliat pi ce. Only ttie few uin.st closely interested knew the whole s'oiy, th nigh Nellie says, t.ii nightfally, toiler tall friend : j "Isn't it nice and q ieer that you are to b j my own ppt. and that deal* Angel t has found her true h nne at lust V" — History of Santa Ola is. The history of Santa Clans—a curious mixture of truth and fable—goes far back into the ancient time. Centuries ago a child was born in Asia Minor who received the name of Nicholas. His parents were wealthy ami of high ra ik, and desiring to express their gratitude to (tod tor the birth of their son. they p'Solved to educate him for the Ohiistiau priesthood. The cuild j was sober and t bought fill, and while yet young botji his parents died and lie j inherited their great wealth, lie cou ! sidered the riches a sucret t rust; lie fed the hungry, lie clothed the destitute, and performed all kinds of good deeds ias secretly as possible. As a priest lie ; was greatlv beloved; as a bish p lie con tinued his benevolence. After bis death the church cano iiz*d linn and lie be , came one ofjtlie greatest patron saints, j being revered as t ie neip of the p o | the protector of the weak, and as the fid ymtcva MBHit ¥t Jsvstv biMrciiv who were taught to believe that their good g'fts came from him. Bt. Nicholas ws the name give; him by the monks, and i his was familiarly change 1 to Santa Nic*lans,and finally clipped down to Santa'('laus, who is still represent ed as retaining his old habits of seciet benevolence and coming down the chimnevs at nig it, laden with C irist- i mas p sen's fr children. A pleasant I fiction it is to them, under the cover of i which that charming secrecy concern ing i lie donors o gifts is kept up. though little eyes and ears and minds are keen, and Santa Clans is usually v ry well known to them as a much more modern personage than old St. Nicholas. But the children ei joy the harmless pretence, the mysterious till ing of stockings and the heavily laden Const mas tree. Eva's B 3St ohri3tmas. H)W a Diso interned Little Girl the Source of True Ha^pine33. 'Oli, dear,' sighed Eva Phelps, as she leaned against tier mother's chair, and gaz'd disconsolately out of the window at the flying snowflikes, I am tired of playing, and I don't know what to do. Mamm i, what can Ido Y I have tried most everything.* •Why. mv daughter,' responded th? patient mother, 'that is a strange ques tion to ask, surelv. Haven't you any number of toys, hooks and games with which to amuse yourself ? Where is the doll your uncle gave you Y the one that opens and shuts its eyes, you know.' •I've played with that, an' one eye's stuck .in' it won't cry, an'—an'—' An' wh it V said the mother, smiling at her lit tie daughter's woe-hegone face. 'An'—oh, I don't know.' •Well, I Know one thing, Eva, and that is you have a grait habit of sw ing'an'* for 'and,' and 'dm'' foi •do i'i; can you not correct yourself,toy dear ?' 'Mamm , you are always telling me ah u things, an'—and, I mean, it is so hard to remmnb-r them all,' said the lit tie girl, looking up at the kind face above her with a laugh and a whine. •Do not whine, my dear,leave that to Carlo. Why do you not go in to see the tree; I ain sure you did not half 1 ok -it it this morning. Just tuink ; that little tree came all the way from M tine, just to hoi I your prese its for you, and now you never give it a look. What do you suppose the poor ever green would sav, if it could speak, of the cold welcome you gave it ?' 'Ob, now you're plaguing me, raiiu ma-a-a,' drawed the little girl, spraw'- iug out suspended by one arm of her mother's ch lir. and squinting with one eye at the line m ide by the curtain a ga nst l he outside light.' 'Plaguing you ? llow is that. V 'You're always telling me I hat trees and posts and things are looking at me, and talking about uie to each other,and laughing at me in their sleeves, when they can't talk or see anything at all ; can they, mamma V' •No. my child,' responed her mother, absently. She felt neglected, did this little girl with everything that wealth could bring at her command. Neglected.was it V No that was hardly it. What could it have been, then that caused her to wau lei* übeif in thisaim'ess. lis oorttonh*! fasttfou; Tob trotlx vrtis Stan Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. like a good many children, was a little spoiled; she had never boon deprived of anything, consequently she did not know how to enjov her hissings. 'lf yen pi iz\ mum, there a poor wo man ad is down below, an' sliute she's bit*'r col.l, an' L let her warm herself a bit.'said Ka'e, entering tlie rooui. Very well, K tte; I will go down. I have some clothes for her, if she is wor'hy,' said Mis. Phelps. 'Mamma, may I go down, too ?' said Eva, now interested. Of course her mother consented. It did not take long to get the little girl's warm sympathies enlisted in fa vor of (lie shivering creature and those two wee children she said she had at home. A basket containing rainy good things, both to eat and wear, wis soon prepared with which Mrs. Fiiiii,l<>r such was the woman's name, went on her rejoicing, and that very even ing Eva and her mother droye to the house designated by Mia. Finn as her home. It is dism tl and tumble-down, while the room into which they are ushered is devoid of a fire and cold and cheerless. The hearty welcome they leceive, however, more than makes up tor the character of the siiriouuiiiiigs Two little girls, aliont Eva's axe, ap proach and greet her warmly, praising her generosity with tears in their eyes Eva is a little disconcerted, for she does not feel deserving of tlu compli ments showered upon her. The Finn girls were, as had been said, nearly of the same age as their yO'H'g benefac tress, but they are pinched and wan, and much smaller. It was a happy Christmas for the Finns, and as for Eva. she vowed that night, as she tumbled into her waira tied.that she felt too jolly for anything, and this was the very best Christmas she had ever spent. 'And do you know why,' asked her mother, landing over her. 'No, raaium i ; why ?' said the little fflrl. 'Because you have to-day discovered the source of true happiutss ; namely, doing good.' And her mother was right, for while Eva knew well the transient pleasure of receiving, she had never before ex perienced the true, the lasting pleasure of giving. Providing for Confcigenciss. A boy about ten years old, with a bootblack's kit on yesterday winked t>a lad about three year's older to eo:nc into the alley behind the post-office, and when he had him there he said .• 'I want you to give rae a little ad vice.' 'That's me. What is it ?' 'l'm thinking of buying mother a Christmas present.' 'I see. What kind of a mother is she V 'Oh, purty fair.' 'Ever lick ye ?' 'Once in a while ; but I guess I neede 1 it.' 'Ever sneak up and go'throu jh your pockets after you git to bed ?' •No.' 'Jaw around when she his to find your hat or boots ?' 'Not much.' 'Well, now, you look a-here. I'm older'n you arc, and have had three mothers to your one. They can't alius be depended on. I've known 'cm to be as slick as urease for throe or four days, and then all to once they'd snatch you bald-headed. You j must kinder consider these things in buying a present.' | 'What shall I git? I'm thinking of a pair of shears, or a wash-basket, or a silver thimble, or some such a thing.' 'Don't git nuthin'of the sort. You'd feel purtv flat to go and pay a dollar for a work-basket, and then have her cuff vou up t< a peak jist the day be fore Christmas, wouldn't you ! That's the trouble, you see, you've got to pnrtect yourself aud give a present at the same time.' j 'llovv do you do ?' I 'I never buy nuthin', but you go and get a pound of candy. Givo me four sticks and hide the rest under the house. If she k ieps good up to Christ mas you kin put it in her stocking and she'll be sure to give you back half cf it. If she goes to knocking things around you've got suthin' that you kin realize on. You ain't stuck as on a basket or hardware or suthin that's no good to a boy. Caudy is alius worth its face value, and what you can't eat you kin use in hiring the big boys not to lick ye.' I guess I'll do it.' 'Of course you will. Tell ye, Jim, there's nutbiu' likd planniu' a little. Every Christinas I give my father six hard-biled eggs, and as he hates 'em like pizen, he pats me on the head for iry goodness aud hands me back ev ery bhawed cm© l' —• Oetrvit ffAte Preys'. 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When Cbristmastide com *8 around every year I look back to i Christmas long ago—so long ago that it almost see ns t have been another life -when I was casting my eves across 'lie Atlantic in search of a new home, f could not tell then whether I would find a pOace or a poorhouse. I have found a palace ; but i can put all the egotism aside and say that it is ail due to the blessing arid goodness of G>d and the love of lli o that I kept in my heart. But f hold it true, as has been said, that according to the love we show for our fellow beings so strong is be love or God within us, and I know that loving those who love me and do nig good to those who d > g od to me is no standard to measure my love for God by. ' Love your enemies.'There is the great standard,that i.sthe great principle. Yet it is the owe stumbling block that I find it hard to get over,though I say it 355 times a year. I find it hard not to •'late the mm that I know hates me. -Everything in me revolts against it. "I cu'< i e lietter than God," I say o myself, and when some one says. "Toss your heart over to G >d and all thereat will follow." I don't 6nl the ■"•lotion H> e .sy. Pei haps I can't j ist toss my heart over. But when Chris'mas time cornea and 1 see the child *3i the manger, when I see nil the work! pssing singer reaches when the Academy down there shakes with the thunder of ppl iuee. I am humbler voice, in fixed ; but must I not strive, encour aged nv that great • xample, to re ch s une higher u >te than I have loucu'd before in the s ug whicu the nuels sing -f good vfll and peice iuaf*e Hod good will throughout lite u nivege ? it I can't loye the mm or woman who has done me deadly injury, let tne at least be sure I do not hale them. Let me keep in view the possibility that 1 in y some d.iv love them; let mo be sure • hat I will lie'p them i F they need it. This universal demand for love and peace is not of Thanksgiving but of Christmas. 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