16 A CHRISTMAS TRUCE. The Story of American Boy In v <* P^j*is. BY ZOE ANDERSON NORRIS. y < - "* ty Copyright, 1900, by Zoe Anderson tforria. some inexplicable reason they I M I puss over Christmas day in | I J France and celebrate the New ; IjMSS] Year instead. There is no cheer | ()U ffliristmas day, no holly and i no plum pudding. There was no use, in | hanging up a stocking the night before because there was nobody to till it. Be- j sides, unhappily, my stocking hanging time is over. We had expected something like it— 1 Doddy, the boy from Milwaukee, and I. j We had been prepared by the Swede j with the long yellow mustache who sat [ at the foot of the table. "It will be just j like any other day,"he had said, and it j had been, only worse. In the first place, it rained; in the sec- | ond place, it not only rained, but it pour ed, and, in the third place, Doddy and I j had quarreled. If you want fully to appreciate an American boy like Doddy, you must first live in England awhile. Then he bursts upon you with the radiance of a noon day sun. Doddy could hardly say that I failed to appreciate bim. He never cracked a joke that I didn't laugh until [ the tears came. If be told a story, he considered me practically—being the only j American at the table and consequently the only individual in possession of a | sense of humor sufficient for the under- I standing of it—his sole audience. Thus between much telling of stories and more | laughing at tbem our friendship appeared I to be cemented, to be planted squarely i upon a sure and fliin foundation, but it ! is about just such things as that tiint you cqn never tell. It was over next to nothing that wo quarreled, the simplest thing In the world. It was this: The first time I saw him he came into the dining room with his head shaved close. "I wont into a barber shop," hp told us, "and look what the man did to mo! I knew enough French "fo start him, ami then I didn't know enough to get him to stop." That struck me as hilariously funny. ] Even the foreigners laughed when It was | "I.OOK WHAT THE MAN DID TO ME!" translated to them. So it happened that in writing back I mentioned Doddy and related this anecdote of him. How could I know that they would hand my private letter over to an editor and that the editor would proceed prompt ly to publish it? llow could I know even that the papers, always on the lookout for a glint of fun, would copy the little story here, there and everywhere, and that in four or live weeks' time those same papers would appear upon the ta bles of every American reading room in l'aris, and, worse still, that numerous friends of the boy would hand him cop ies and laugh V For, alas, I had given his name! This was my first intimation of it. I was sitting in my room mending my glove when there came a knock at the door. "Entrez!" I called out in my newly ac quired French. The door opened, and there stood Doddy. I sprang up, threw the glove aside and ran to meet him, glad, as I always am, to see the boy from Milwaukee. "Come in! Come in!" I cried. "I am dead lonesome. Bring your mandolin and let's have a jig. 1 have learned the piano accompaniment by now." But there was never an answering smile on the boy's countenance. He faced me with a look that struck cold to my heart. The smile died on mine. I start ed back as if I had had a blow and stared. Could this be my dear old Dod dy?" "I should like to see you for one mo ment," he said in a manner as cold as his face and in the linn, severe tones of a full grown man. "Why, certainly," I gasped, "for two if you like! Where —In tfie nttre Kiten en that isn't used or in the hall or out in the big hull, with the concierge look ing on?" For there was no salon, and the precision of iJoddy's manner called for a salon or something, if possible, even more impressive. "This is no joke," said he, and there was not the twinkle of a laugh at the corners of his mouth or in his eyes. "Look here!" Beaching in the pocket of his vest, he produced a slip cut from a paper and thrust it at nie. I took it wonderingly and read a scrap from my letter with the account of Doddy and his cute little hair cutting joke. I read to the finish, then looked up at him. "Well, what of it?" I inquired. "What of it?" he blazed. "Nothing, only they have been poking the thing at me the whole day long; nothing, only I am the laughing stock of the establish ment, I am the joke of Paris, the boy who didn't know enough French to get his hair cut. That's all! That's all!" "Oh, Doddy! Oh, Doddy!" I sighed. And after a time, very humbly, "I didn't mean it that way," I explained. "It was a private letter. I never expected it to be published, now could I know that It would got into the hands of an editor?" "You ought to have known," he storm ed, "since you write. You writers, you have no respect for the private affairs of people, so you make money out of them, you publish anything. Nothing is private to you. Nothing is sacred." "Doddy," I remonstrated, "that was no private affair. You said it right there at the table with a dozen listening. Didn't you?" "I did," he acknowledged defiantly, "but do you suppose I thought once of you?" The accent on that "you" came near bringing the tears. "I forgot you were a penny-a-liner; that you were sit ting there taking the thing down, con gratulating yourself that you were to get so much a word for it." "A penny-a-liner!" "So much a word!" A penny-a-liner doesn't get so much a word even. "Doddy," I said presently, quite calmly, too, considering everything, "I didn't get a cent for that anecdote, not a red cent. It was a private letter not intended for publication. Won't you believe that?" "You can't believe anything these peo ple who write say," be declared. "They mix their imagination up so with facts that they get so they can't tell the truth. You know it. And now see what you have done. You have made me notori ous. I)o you suppose I want cheap news paper notoriety like that? I hate it! I liate it!" I was stricken to the dust —mute. In a storm of anger he flung himself out of the room and slammed the door. After that he sat dumb and unforgiv ing at one end of the long table, and I sat silently at the other. It was impos sible to catch his eye. He refused by so much as a look H> reveal his cognizance of my existence. Then Christmas day approached. We had arranged for the day, Doddy and I. We had prepared to ward off homesick ness, to a certain extent at least. He W ns to innk» me a present, and I was t<i hiake him one. "There is a little bust of Napoleon in a shop down in the Bue St. Ilonore that I want," I told him. "You get it for jne, and I will buy you a cigarette case in the same shop. They cost about the same money. Is it a go?" "It's a go," answered ho, and we shook bauds on It, As a matter of fact, I had already pur chased the cigarette case. It was stow ed away in the bottom of my armoire drawer for safe keeping. Now and again I took it out and looked nt it, thinking how proud the boy would be to offer his cigarettes in that pretty new case in the place of his old one, which was finger marked and worn at the edges. And now it was all over. Perhaps he would scorn to take it from me, a penny a-liner, a scribbler who mixed up her imagination with facts in so alarming a manner that she had at last arrived at a stage wherein she could no longer speak the truth. The morning arrived, and, as I say, i! not only rained, but it poured. I deposit ed a franc or two in the hand of Bethe, who brought me my chocolate, to remind myself that it was Christmas day, and oc cupied myself briskly with my toilet to keep from thinking what a royal g<vd time they were all having at home. Then 1 a few f:anes to Florence of th - velvet foot and to Aime, the cook, tifte.' which I went out into the rain to the Gare St. I.azare, where I bought a great bunch of French roses for mademoiselle, presented them to her, received her thanks and compliments, profusely ex pressed in ®nglish so fractured as to bo scarcely recognizable, and, retiring to my room, worked all day long at that penny a-liner business for which I was so look ed down upon by the boy from Milwau kee, trying to pretend that it was only an ordinary every day and not Christmas at all. From my window I could see the rain descending dismally iuto the court, the palms huddled In one corner and the big drenched bronze girl, whose uplifted arms, holding up the lamp, gave me at times a feeling of such intense weariness. One bright spot alone gleamed through the window of the concierge's room, which was opposite mine, two stories be low. It was his fire over which he bent, reading all the letters before he sent Ihem up to the rooms. The day passed somehow, and it was evening. The boy had not come to din ner. I sat waiting for him in my room. 1 waited u long time. I had bis cigarette case in my hand ready, for after a Christ mas day of such loneliness I was deter mined, if possible, to make friends with him again. I was afraid of going to sleep and dreaming the day all over again otherwise. At last I heard his latchkey in the door and his footstep in the hall. I wait ed until he should have had time to light his candle; then, softly opening my door, I went out and halted, looking at him. He was standing by the heavy mahog any table upon which flickered his candle. I haven't much pride when it comes to a question of happiness or unhappiness. In a lowly manner I approached him. He started at seeing me, but glanced up with- OIVRS A BREAI>-\VlN\l\<: ' i" I UN. Enabling younj; nic »n .* v ■ ' meet the demands ol ti»''s r commercial uyre. I*\»: »i i i.l ;i ' i« .« P. DUFF k SONS. MM end I iherty t . it >i • «'- [Dr. Fenner'sKIDNEY ( " and Backache Cure," For all Kidney, Bladder and Urinary Trouble*, Laino Bnek,ll» art Disease, Skin Disease, Rheumatism, lied Wetting, etc. Unfailing in Female Weakness. By dealers.Uce by mail fiOeFredon'a.NY. R. C. Dodson, Agent, ~35 9ly. Emporium, Ta. SDR. CALDWELL'S t| YRUP PEPSIW CURES INDIGESTION. B U CAM Kk(>.< col'N'TY I'WESS, THURSDAY. DECEMBER 20. 1900. out n smile. Ilia face in the light of the candle hurt my heart. "Won't yo;i forgive me, Doddy?" I im plored. "I will never do it again—nev er! 1 promise* you." I closed my lingers over the cigarette tase. I was afraid to give it to him just yet—afraid be might fling it back at me ' IiBOPPED ni3 CHIN ON HIS YOUNG BREAST, or bans It on the floor, for Doddy was so young that I often wondered how his mother happened to let him stray so fur from home. "What sort of Christmas have you had?" I ventured, talking high and light ly, as if nothing at all had happened. "C. he repeated, and the :. \v!,. t-n ' ' . "l>i ; '.i 1 any presents?" I ui-! (1 him alter • :< K.ent of silence, lho'.H:h h. manner Laic./ invited interrogut: ;t. 1 left me umh . the impression, on the con trary, that he was carefully weighing hi - words, perfectly aware of the fact that they would eventually appear iu some American newspaper at so much per. "They have forgotten me," he said by and by. "I haven't been over here six months, and, by Jove, they have forgot ten all about me." They hadn't. The mails had been de layed. That was all. But the day had passed. Opposite the table is a big carved chair, lie went over to it, doubled himself up ill d disconsolate heap there, clasped his {wo hutuitf ft bout his knees and dropped his chin on his yung breast, which bepved. 1 hesitated for one moment only. 'I'UCil I went to him, took his head in my hands, drew it back, bent forward and kissed him, With ,i gob he threw his drill* around lite and pnvc mo a bear lutg that took awny my breath. "Quit! t cried. "You are killing me! He hugged me all the tighter. Looking up radiantly, he whispered: "Let's forget those people back there. They have for gotten us. Let's be married, you and I, and live in a little flat and be happy over after." (> "Would you marry a penny-a-liner?" I asked. "Don't be mean," ho commanded, frowning. Ity this time I had rescued myself. 1 stood a little way off. "I will marry you," I told him from there, "when you have got to be as old as I am and I as young as you." "But that will never bo," he objected wistfully. "Of course not, foolish." I had arriv ed at my door. "Anyway," I concluded, with my hand on the knob, "laying the question of marriage aside, here is your old cigarette case I promised you." And I threw it at him. In my room I stood before the mirror arranging my crushed pompadour and Emiling at myself, so glad was I to be friends with the boy once more, when there came a tap at my door. I tiptoed to it. opened it ami peeped out. The hall was dark. It was empty. But there on my threshold, in all the bravery of cockade and cuirass, stood the little Napoleon. TOMMY TO SANTA CLAUS. You are a dear old friend to me; 1 often dream of you at night. And 1 am sure as 1 can l>e Your whiskers always have been white, Like Uncle Thomas', and that You're very good and kind and fat. I want to kiss your smiling face And ride 011 horseback on your knee And tell you at the chimney place llow good you are each year to fhe To bring me cars and railroad tracks And trumpets, blocks and jumping jacks. And so I wish, when next you come, You'll from your pack of playthings take. Beside my bed, a big led drum And bang it hard until I wake. Then give rne from your great fat hand The things you bring from Fairyland. And then I'll know you, and you'll know How much I like the gifts you bring And how I'd like to see you go And be a fine, old jolly king, Whose throne should be of frosted cake, Whose crown the holly leaves should make. So if with joy you'd make me jump Next Christmas eve—'twill soon be here— And let me fondly give a lump Of sugar to your good old deer, Please don't forget when in you come To play upon that big red drum. R. K. MI'NKITTRICE. Her Challenge. A woman in Capo Colony on trial for some offense was told that she might •'challenge" any one on the jury to whom she objected. She immediately took advantage of the permission by challenging a highly respectable fann er. On being asked afterward what lier reason had been for doing so she explained that she had supposed she was obliged to object to some one, so she had picked out the ugliest. Coneerni nn Woman, Miss Spitkurl (giggling)—Oh, Mr. Sharp, you known woman is only as old as she looks. Mr. Sharp—She ought to be thankfu; she isn't as young as she acts.—Detroit Free Press. When potatoes were first Introduced In Germany, they were for a long time, like tomatoes, cultivated merely as u epriosity. No one ate them, even pigs refusing them. • iiiraiiiLf • CHRISTMAS PERPETUATES & An Ancient Custom. :: :: :: X i 1 jUItIS'I'MAS to nil the civilized 1 I world Is the day for which uil la .i other days were made. The trade of the world so far as it relates to personal wants, the com merce of the world so far as it concerv. the luxuries and indeed many of the necessities of civilized man, circle about Christmas, says the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. For a year the mak ers of toys and bric-a-brac, the manu facturers of the thousand and one arti cles which our complex life demands, look forward to Christmas, labor to be ready for Christmas and in every way show their appreciation of the fact that the season of general rejoicing Is their time of harvest. We have accustomed ourselves to look upon this festival season as in a peculiar sense the heritage of the Christian nations, and we sometimes Indulge In self congratulations at the thought that we alone possess the most inspiring of festivals, the feast of childhood, the season of universal mer rymaking. So far as its present form and name are concerned we are doubt less In the right. but at the same time it Is well to remember that while holi day seasons change name and form their value Is rarely altered, for in cel ebrating Christmas we are simply per petuating a custom so ancient that its origin is lost In those ages of myth when written record was not and tradi tion was the only guide. Among all nations north of the equa tor there has from time immemorial existed a midwinter festival to hail tin return of the sun from the south, and. according to the degree of civilization, this time of the year has always been celebrated with popular rejoicings. There is little doubt that the earliest form of religion is found in sun wor ship. Recognizing the fact that the king of day is the author of life and heat and comfort, he was reverenced accordingly and under various names and often with diverse attributes was honored as the source of all existence. 112 Chrlnfnip.fi Mcnn. qp 9 Blue Point#, 0 2 Cream of Chestnuts. IJrrad Sticks. a? Roast Goose with Baked Apples. Jr A . Kscalopcd Onions. Glazed Sweet Potatoes. W Spiced Figs. Celery. # 0 Fruit Salad. Cheese Wafers. v Plum Pudding, Hard Sauce. J 0 Caramel Mousse. Cake. q Nuts. Fruit. Black Coffee. Roquefort Checee. # e#e^e*e-x-s*ex-e«e*e^e*e*e*e I.nrk In Mince Pie. Iu some parts of rural England every miuce pie partaken of under a different roof during the Christmas season in sures a happy month during tlic com ing year. Every housekeeper has a stock of pies on hand to offer lier friends, and no excuse for not eating is permissible except, '"Thanks; I have eaten my 12." The C'lirlntuiciM Ilnhliit. The colored boy who finds a hare in his traps on ('hristmas day expects confidently to be lucky during the com ing year. The left hind foot of such a rabbit is second in value as a charm only to that of one killed in a grave yard in the dark of the moon. liNenloped Onion*. Pour boiling salted water over them, cook liv<» minutes and change water, doing this twice. Boil until tender. If large quarters, cover with white sauee with buttered bread crumbs on top and bake until the crumbs are brown. ON THE WINGS OF FAITH. A little maid, in white arrayed, Knelt by the dainty trundle bed; With lisping lip she softly prayed, Ami this is what she said: "Dear Cod, 'tis Christmas eve, you know, And, oh, please do one thing for me! I want to close my eyes and go, In dreams, to papa o'er the sea! "I hung his stocking by the side Of mine and mamma's on the tree, And mamma hugged me tight ami cried Ami cried, 'cause papa couldn't see. ! | ' TH, || "And when she went to sleep I thought, Dear God, I'd kneel and prav to you To send my papa what I bought. And all my bestest kisses too." A soldier watching in Luzon Paced slow, a weary sentinel. lie saw the flush of coming dawn And cried the watchword, "All is Weill" So, sudden, in the solemn hush That brooded o'er his lonely place He heard the wings of angels rush And felt sweet kisses on his face! —Cincinnati Enquirer. timssf \ It Makes Restful Sleep. Sleeplessness almost invariably accompa nies constipation and its manifold attendant, evils—nervous disorders, indigestion, head ache, loss of appetite, etc. To attempt to in duce sleep by opiates is u serious mistake, for the brain isoni.v benumbed and the body suf fers. Celery King removes the cause of wake fulness by its soothing effect on the nerves and ou the stomuch and bowels. Celery King cures Constipation and Nerve, Stomach, Liver and Kidney diseases. 8 £'old by R. C. Dodson, Emporium, Pa. ISDER! "P c ?0X 112 o*r ' £ HARRIS3UR&.PA. "X Cures all D sink and Dr'<& Aooi v.-i-.rs.j Newly FopnishFd Nt ■/ M ah. »<;,<-• :ifi ■ | • •■£ • S • *nß • 5.9-V S9 S9 ® 98,9(?J 8 r. X. BLUMbE, I I i Emporium, Pa. (• 5 #i *) Bottler and Dealer In 2! (# (• 1 •) X BEER, i % WINES, $ ; 1 2 •' •> WHISKIES % •> " (• And Liquors of all Kinds. '1 2 •' <• „ {• t $ The best of goods always carried •) (• in stock and everything •) § warranted as rep- resented. <• *) •) » (• P • 112, <• s (• Special Attention Paid to S •) •> lm c •) Mail Orders. m V (• C* •) I ;-.viv.v.v.r.v.v.v.v.v.v.v.v.::;:: (• % EMPORIUM, PA. ? to •) £ £ 11. C. WI S I I —— ——— n Impressive showing •of Q stylefu! goods l'or $ I FALL I i and 1 J WINTER » I WEAR. 112 112 Now is the time you need A W good warm underwear. I J 1 have it. Just in. All grades q and sizes. DR'SS GOODS. The best line I have ever A r\ shown. Cheviots, Parolas, Serges Henriettas, syd pat- » )A, terns of Venetians 52in. wide, JvL all colors. w W syd patterns Ladies Cloth #• Xj, 52in., all colors. Inviting offerings in La- 'jXj dies', Misses' and Children's •& Jackets and Capes. 'P? All new and up-to date in Q X every particular. Prices less q fy than same goods can be bought w gj for in any city. y LADIES' WRAPPERS. k <► Beauties in flannelette A and prints. J BLANKETS. $ All grades and prices. W Comfortables, bed spreads, # H flannels, yarns, &c. \ + SHOES. g » Extra values in shoes. <jk Jji Specially good line of rubbers, 0 W ladies', children's, men's and « boys' overs. All grades in lumbermen's W gums. MEN'S FURNISHINGS. k Q Shirts, pants, overalls, w neckwear, footwear, gloves « U and mittens, bats, &c. Hp w The celebrated "Richey" Q flannel drawers. Ladies' nice, warm, wool Q shawls, &e , &c. 'u Yours truly, O C. JAY GOODNOUGH, M □ Assignee. R.Seger&Co., THE PIONEER TAILORS. Opposite M. E. Church, Emporium Pa STYLISH CLOTHES for the people, GUARANTEED FITS. We carry fit all times, the largest line of imported and domestic goods to be found in this section of the state Our prices are within the reach of all, while we aim to please our customers. NEW WINTFR STYLES now here. STYLISH BUSINESS AND DRESS SUITS. R. SEGER & CO. AFTER THE BATTLE Some are found bleeding and sore, while others have a fit of the blues. Now if there should be any so unfortunate as to suffer from the effects of accidents we have the Balm for their pains and aches,let it be either for man or beast. Our liniment and powdersfor horses or cattle are always the best. Our medicines are pure and always get there. The prices are right, too. fok Our patent medicine depart ment is supplied with all the standard remedies and we can supply your on short notice. Our toilet and fancy goods department we keep up to the time?. Our Prescription depart ment receives our closest at tention and all calls answered day or night. Just touch the button. In fact] we are here to do business and serve the public. M. - A. - ROCKWELL, THE PHARMACIST, \\ \ \ \ \ \ \'-\ \ \ \ \/ ml I ffl *! / I ° We do not • I \ claim to se".a^t'ie se ". a^t ' ie \ Capes, ' ■/? / Collared and Tailor-Made Suits / . in Cameron county, but we do . claim that we sell more Winter / Wraps than any other store, be- / . cause we have the only complete . line. / / Our prices are within the bounds of all / classes. We invite the public to inspect / our line of SKIRTS. andSHIRT WAISTS / A complete line of Ladies' Fall and / Winter Shirt Waists, Walking Skirts. / Winter Wrappers, Gloves, Hosiery and / . - underwear. . - % / % 1 / W. H. CRAMER S 'K / The Popular Variety Store. < * / VJWM \ \ WM \ \ \ \ \ OLD RELIABLE DRUG STORE'S Prescription Department is tip to date in every par ticular. 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