Demogralic Waldman
Bellefonte, Pa., December 22, 1911.
THE TRIFLE.
| By Harry Irving Greene. |
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Copyright, 911
HERE was a time when
Wallington had general
ly been conceded to be
a brand new genius in
the financial world—a
marvelous being who
could change stones into
fowl;
throes of bankruptcy.
He had exhausted his
resources and was for
the time being hopelessiy insolvent. |
Day by day his little handful of re-
maining change vanished in steadily :
diminishing
came
ratio as his meals be-
cheaper and further apart, un-
til finally he had but a dime left. This |
coin he resolved to save for some last |
and most desperate extremity, and he
even determined to fast for days be
fore parting with it. And fast for
days he did, while oft times the days
came much too fast.
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bread and serpents into
then all at once |
he found himself in the |
Ma
saw!
ERPS sanes”
ITTLE Mandy
i And no front-door steps ai all—
Ist a’ old box 'g'inst the wall;
And no door-knob on
Outside, —My! but the
When Christmas eve came he had!
not tasted food for three days. He
felt
longer, that the last and most desper-
ate extremity had arrived and that’
that he could endure it
mow he must spend his dime. He
was plunged deep in meditation when
he felt someone touch his arm and
turned about.
Beside him there stood a gaunt man
with cavernous cheeks, feverish, wild
ish eyes, and n stomach that curved
the wrong way. The apparition ad-
dressed lim in a croaking voice,
“For God's sake, stranger, buy me
something to eat. 1 am penniless and
upon the verge of committing crime.
I have worn out my shoes looking for |
work, und while I have a job promised
me it will be a week before it is open.
And meanwhile 1 am starving, friend,
starving. In the name of Christianity
spare me enough for a meal out of
your plenty.”
Wallington stared into the evening
dusk as he fingered his last and
smoothly worn dime. He knew well
enough what this other man was =uf-
fering, for had he not been in the
same stage twenty-four hours before!
And to give a man a dime in such a
case was so grossly inadequate. Yet
what could he do? He turned about.
Close before him was: a restaurant
where he had spent hundreds of dol-
larg in his palmy days and whose pro-
prietor he knew well. Yet he owed a
bill there for his last big after theater
dinner party of many months ago. and |
he had never had the courage even in
no
the door
vy "uz poor!
Wuz no winder-shutters on,
And some of the winders gone.
And where they uz broke they'd pas'e
Ist brown paper ‘crost the place,
Tell you! when it's winter there,
And ihe snow ist ever'where,
Little Mandy's Ma she say
*Spec’ they'll! freeze to death some day.
Be'n to church, and’s
Chris'mas purty soon,
Wunst my Ma and Me—when we
goin’ to be
we went
There—Ilike the Commitiee send.
| And Sir! When we're
in the door,
Wus no carpet on
the floor,
| And no fire — and
heels—and—head
Little Mandy's tuck-
ed in bed.
And her Ma telled
my Ma she
Got no coffee but ist
tea,
And fried mush—
and’'s all they had
Sense her health
broke down #0
bad.
Nen Ma hug and hold me where
Little Mandy's layin’
And she kiss her, too,
there;
and nen
Mandy kiss my Ma again.
And my Ma she telled
her we
Goin’ to have a Chris'mus-Tree
At the Sunday School, ‘at's fer
All the children, and fer her.
Little Mundy think—nen she
Say, “What is a Chris
Somepin’ ‘at 1 saw.
his semi-starvation to go in and ask |
for more credit. Yet now it must be
done, for here was a human being
starving upon the streets. Wal
lington shuddered. It was plainly his
duty to fill this man’s stomach, and
for the last time he would exert those
powers of persuasion which oncé up-
on a time few men had been able to
resist.
arm.
ed,
They entered the restaurant and
Wallington walked straight up to the
proprietor. “Bob,” said he, “1 owe
you a pretty stiff bill, but I am going
to go to work in a week and then 1
will begin paying you off. Now I want
vou to do me a last favor. I owe you
about forty dollars, and a couple of
dollars more won't make much differ-
ence to vou. It is Christmas eve and
my friend over there is starving. Now
I want vou to fill him up to the chin
on good, solid food and charge it to
me. 1 will not ask vou for any favor
again if you will do this last thing.”
The proprietor looked at his old pa-
tron thoughtfully.
“All right”
length. “Being's
I'l take a chance on you even if you
are down and out. Tell your friend to
order what lie wants.” So Wallington
and the stranger sat down together
and Wallington watched his compan-
jon fill himself with good things until
at last with his stomach again curved
lle took the stranger by the
“Come with me,” he command
he announced at
the right way, the droop gone from his |
shoulders and the feverish light van- ©
ished from his eyes, the gorged one
arose.
“My friend,” said the stranger.
could not have endured it another day
—but of course you have never known
what it is to go two days without
food. And when tonight you go home
and sit down to your table fo your
feast, remember that there is an out-
cast fellow being upon the streets who
is blessing every mouthful that you
eat. Good-by, Christian.”
Wallington held out his hand. “Good.
by, stranger. and good luck to you. it
was a mere trifle. Happy to have
been able to give you a lift.” Then
he went up to Frenchy's hash house
and had his dime's worth of coffee and
sausage.
its Christmas eve |
oy
va! She
hg
‘mus-Tree?
Nen my Ma she gived her Ma
ist maked
keep her hand
Wite close shut, and
nen she kiss
Her hand—shut ist
ike it is.
. And nen
" And all git our toys and things
*At old Santy Claus he brings
And puts on the Tree;—wite where
| Phe big Tree 'us stand
' And the things "uz all tooked down,
And the childerns, all
in’ there.
in town,
| Got their presents—nen we see
! They’s a little Chris'mus-Tree.
| Wite behind the big Tree-—-so
We can’t see till nen, you know,
| And it's all ist loaded
down
With the purtiest things in town!
And
. It's
= Little
the
marked
still
Nen the man he whispers, so
1st the Teacher hears,
you know,
| Nen he tiptoe back and go
Out the big door—ist as slow!
Little Mandy, though she don’t
Answer—and Ma say “she won't
' Never. though each year they'll be
‘Little Mandy's Chris'mus-Tree.!’
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Fer pore children”—my Ma says—
{ And Committee say they guess
| “Little Mandy's Tree”
‘ Bigger than the other
(Copy tight. by Bubbs
‘ull be
Tree!
Merrill Cag
and her
Lived in poorest house
in town,
Where the fence "uz all tore down.
When its Chris’'mus
Eve again,
And all of us chil- |
derns he
At the Church and
Chris'mus-Tree—
teacher
smile and say:
“his here Tree ‘at's,
. hid away
‘Little
Mandy's Tree!’
Mandy!
Where is she?”
Nen nehody ay
word.
Stillest
ever heard!
Till a man tiptoe up
where
Teachers’
waiting there.
place you
'S poorest folks you ever ,
And say she must :
take it,~—and :
her |
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HE club looked just the
very thing Gerald Man-
nersley was craving for
—a sense of home.
A few lines read ac-
cidentally in an out-oi-
date newspaper had
made him restless with
longing for the old
scenes. And so he bad
traveled two days and nights in a
sleeper, vaguely connecting his jour-
ney's end with all the love and friend-
ship his starved nature was demand-
ing.
When he arrived at his old club on
a chill, grey Christmas morning, it
was only to find that fifteen years’
silent absence had been too severe a
test for friendship. The place was
ciupty of all but servants, and they .
wore strange, unwelcoming faces,
He stood at the club window, look-
ing out on the desolate, deserted
street which he had always remem-
hered as being thronged, and a great | (
sadness swept over him.
This was not what he wanted. From
his pocket he drew out the scrap of
paper which had really brought him
#0 many miles, and looked at it bit-
terly. It was only a death announce-
ment cut from a paper of a year ago,
and ran in the usual way—"Michael
Townley, at his residence,” ete.
In fancy he saw a sweet-faced
maiden, who
sought her hap-
piness only In
the eves of the
youth by her side.
There were joy-
bells there, too,
as they left the
church with the
fragrance of mu-
tual love about
them.
The bells peal-
ed on outside,
and willing fancy led him still further
into the realm of “might have been.”
to visit once more the old-fashioned
cottage not many miles away, to
which he had hoped fifteen years be-
fore to take a bride. He would 80 |
and see it, even if its neglected con- i
dition only added to his loneliness |
and pain.
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Two hours later he was striding
through the crisp country air along a
winding path which led to & ram-'
bling, ivy-covered cottage.
As the last turn brought him in
sight of the house he stopped in sar-
prise. He had expected to see dirt,
ruin, and decay, but instead he looked
upon a trim, well-kept cottage, and a
soft, crooning song, in a voice which
reawakened the tender memories of
‘ long ago, came floating through the
' unlatched door.
Half believing that it must be fancy
leading him still, he entered the house
softly, and, following the voice, went
into the inner room, and stood in the
glow of the warm firelight.
The sweet, tired$aced, middle-aged
' singer turned as his shadow fell
across the light, and then stood white
and trembiing.
“Gerald!” she whispered. “Gerald!
have you come to reproach me? Not
today! Not today!”
The strong man’s voice broke as he
held out his arms.
“Nance!” he cried joyfully.
{in a moment she was crushed, sob-
bing, to his breast.
“Oh, Gerald! is it really you? God
is very good. [ thought you must be
dead.”
For several moments they stood
thus, the strong |
ing on her grey-
tinged hair. Then
he gently put her
into a chair,
as his
little table
for twe, daintily
spread with
Christmas fare.
“Yes,” she answered. “I am quite
alone. 1 have often come down here.”
he said, calling attention to the table.
She flushed prettily, looking almost
| as young as she had in his dreams of
the morning, as she replied:
“I was expecting vou, Gerald.”
smile faded, and he sighed as he sank
into a chair.
“This ie all foolishne®e, Nance,” he
said sadly. “You could not live here
in the old days, you could do so less
man’s tears fall- |
“You are not
alone?" he asked '
eyes |
caught sight of a |
laid |
“But you are expecting somebody?” |
{ He smiled happily at her; then the |
= | now, and ! could nct live here on an-
| other man’s thousands.’
A smile hovered over the woman's
! The man sprang to his feet and
! took her into his strong arms again.
“It is not too late,” he cried. “We
are still young. Will you let me try
to make you happy?”
Her answer was drowned in the
burst of Christmas bells that pealed
from the village church close by. But
he did not need ber words; lhe could
see her eyes.
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