Corpus Christi Caller (Corpus Christi, Tex.), Vol. 18, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, December 20, 1901 Page: 16 of 16
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It was New Year's Eve. Kate Vi-
vian, me dressmaker in High Street,
was making preparations for the
sleigh ride party to be given the next
evening by Major Frank Fontaine.
"It isn't as it we were going all by
ourselves," remonstrated Kate to her
fiance, who had come to her to protest
that afternoon. "Tie Fethemstonés
are to be of the party, and Mr. Hyde
and Susie Mountbee, and—"
"Kate," said George Grayson, taking
her hand tenderly into his. "do not go.
Let my wishes weigh with you for this
once. Respect my piejudiees. if preju-
dices you choose to cJ! them, and give
up ¿his mad expedition." But Kate
Jerked the plump, pretty little hand
out of his.
"I am going," she said, her dark
eyes sparkling witb rebellious deter-
mination. "I hare promised Major
Fontaine, -and I do not intend to break
my word."
"Kate," he reasoned, "do you know
what all this means?"
■"I don't understand you," she said.
""It means that our engagement will
be broken. It means that you are
wearied of me—that you prefer the
brilliant companionship of Frank
Fontaine to my humble devotion!"
She was silent. Once more he offered
her his hand.
"Good-bye, Kate," said he, p*Ie bat
quiet. For a second she hesitated;
and as he noticed the trace cf that
uncertainty in her face, his heart beat
high within his breast. But alas! the
eyes .glittered disdainfully once again
—the iovely coral lips compressed
themselves into an invisible thread
of scarlet. She laid her hand lightly
In his. "Good-by," she said, with for-
mal courtesy. And so they parted.
George Grayson went back, feeling
as if he had left a dead corpse behind
him. He had loved little Kate Vivian
so well, so truly. He had toiled so
perseveringly and incessantly to make
a home for her; he had lived his life
¡■o to speak, entirely with reference to
her—and now she h? : thrown him
< urr-tes&ly : had jeen
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"Are í'.l womeu like that, I won-
der?" he said to himself. "Do all love
dreams end like mine?"
While little Kate on her part, was
flushed and jubilant.with a sort of fev-
ered elation, half frightened to think
that she had really broken with
George Grayson, half angry that he
had had the will and resolution to
fling off the chains of her bondage.
And even while she was selecting her
prettiest dress to go on the sleighing
expedition, and sewing new ribbons
upon her silky Gainsborough hat, she
flung the needle down and burst into
a hot, sparkling shower of tears.
"Let him go!" she said. "Major
Fontaine is richer—handsomer—more
stylish. And I am almost sure that
Major Fontaine loves me."
Next day she put on the black
velveteen dress which had taken so
many mouths of her earnings at the
dressmaker's atelier to pay for, and set
forth upon the sleighing party.
It was an ideal New Year's after-
noon; the meadows crusted over with
frozen pearl the woods all "ajingle"
with icicles; the ¿-tin rising high in
the blue cold heavens, and every
little roadside stream sealed in shining
tAJk
Holly and Ivy trade a great party.
Wlio should have the muBtery
in lando where they go.
Thru «pake Holly: "1 am fierce and jolly,
I will have the mastery
?n tar.ils where we go."
Then spake.Ivy: "I aan loud and proud.
And 1 will have-the mastery
lit laíxv- itien .we go."
Th n spake Holly and bent him down on
his knee:
" í prav thee, .gentle Ivy,
Essav me no villainy
! la'tuls where v.e go."
plates of icé. Katie Vivian had never
been on the boulevard before. It was
all new to her, the hosts of gliding
sleighs, the four-in-hands, the crowds
assembled along the sidewalks to
watch the gay throng; and a thrill of
innocent, girlish pride arose in her
heart, as she leaned back in the luxu-
rious little cutter with its red velvet
lining, its glossy black fox robe, its
chimes of silver ringing bells, and
the arching neck and dilated nostrils
of tiie superb jet black horse which
drew them. Major Fontaine, in his
sealskin coat and cap, his long, droop-
ing mustache, and the diamonds that
sparkled in his linen—Kate thought,
as she glanced timidly up at him from
under the brim of her Gainsborough
hat, what a brilliant life it would be
to glide along like this at his side!
And presently they left the crowds
and the hotels and the swarming
sleichs behind, and dashed onward,
tfarongh lonely woods, alongside the
ghi.fitly glitter of frozen cascades,
athwart dark glens where the orange
surset lay in bars of gold, for miles
and miles of gliding swiftness. Until,
all of a sudden, there was a creaking,
splintering sound—a mad forward
plunge of the jet-black steed—and
Katie was flung into a snow drift by
the side of the road! It was nothing
a cheerful little sitting room, red-
curtained, and carpeted with a staring
design of roses and tulips, where there
was a wood fire burning on the hearth
and a shaded lamp on the table. And
here she sat rather listlessly, waiting
for the rest of the párty, when the
loud, laughing voices of the young
men, adjourning from the piazza into
the barroom, struck discordantly on
her ears. "A regu'ar little beauty,"
said one. "I congratulate you, Fon-
taine," said another. "When is it to
come off?" said a third. "Of course,
it's a foregone conclusion," remarked
yet another. "Don't make fools of
yourselves," said Fontaine, sharply.
"What's the matter?" cried a loud
voice. "Are we mistaken? Isn't it
Miss Blanche Boisseau, after all?"
"Certainly it isn't!" retorted Fon-
taine, brusquely. "And I'll trouble
you to make a little less free with
that lady's name in a place like this.
It's only little Kate Vivian, the dress-
maker. She's good form and the best
of company, and I brought her up
here just for the fun of the thing. But
as for being engaged to her—that's
nonsense. And now leave off talking
stuff, and help me with the cutter,
will you?"
"Only little Kate Vivian, the dress-
maker!" The hot blood rose to her
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the New Year service, when a little
hand fell softly on his arm, and a
tremulous voice whispered the one
word:
"George!"
"Katie!" he cried, his heart giving
an upward bound. "My Katie!"
"Yes, your Katie, George—yours for-
ever!" she answered, hiding her flush-
ed face against his sleeve. "And oh! I
have been so silly. But I believe I
never shall be again, if only you will
forgive me!"
The subject was never again alluded
to, and Katie Vivian was married to
honest George Grayson in the spring.
"He has a heart of gold!" she said.
"And I would rather be his wife than
to sit upon a throne."
Probably every child in the land has
wondered where Santa Claus prepares
the stores of knicknacks that he an-
nually distributes throughout the
length and breadth of the world. He
must be a busy old man, indeed, to
make so many things that delight the
young of every clime. What is known
as Santa Claus' workshop is situated
in the very heart of the Black forest
of Germany, that region about which
so many tales of peril and adventure
have been written. For two centuries
or more Sonneberg, a picturesque lit-
JOY TO THE WORLD.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come.
Let earth receive her King;
Let every tongue with sacred mirth
His loud applauses sing.
Hark, hark, what news, what joyful
news,
To all the nations round;
To-day rejoice, a King is born,
"Who is with glory crown'd.
Behold! He comes, the tidings spread,
' A Savior full of grace;
He comes, In mercy, to restore,
A sinful, fallen race.
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serious, *fter the first shock and ter-
ror were over, and Major Fontaine
lifted our frightened little heroine ten-
derly out of the snow.
"It was only a fallen bough across
the road," he explained. "I didn't see
it in the twilight, but Sultan shied at
it, and the cutter is broken. And now
you will have to walk with me a few
steps up the road—fortunately there is
a hotel near by—and wait until the
rest of the party come up, and we
can pa e h the cutter together. Pray
do not allow yourself to be annoyed.
The moon will be up in half an hour
and we shall have a delightful return
trip.' And so Katie brushed away
her tears and smiled once more as she
•a" the support of his arm up the
hillside.
Several voung men were lounging
on the sr.\:)s of the hotel as they came
' whom Major Font line ap~
• ie well known, arid Katie
' " the hustling landlady into
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cheeks like a boiling tide at the ac-
cents of cool contempt in which the
words were spoken.
"He despises me," she said to her-
self. "He has only brought me here
to amuse his idle fancy, and all the
while I—foolish I—have been imagin-
ing that he loved me. Oh! what is his
frothy fancy to the deep, noble, en-
during love of George Grayson? Oh!
what a fool, what an idiot I have
been!"
And during all the long homeward
ride Katie Vivian scarcely spoke to
Major Fontaine.
"She isn't as gocd fun as I thought,"
said the discomfited cavalier to him-
self. "I'll be hanged if I ask her out
again! And, besides, Blanche might
hear of it, and there would be the
deuce and all to pay."
George Grayson was standing'sadly
by the church door that evening, wait-
ing for his motiier to come out from
tie village surrounded by mountains
and dense forests, has been known to
the world as the workshop of the good
saint of childhood. Here it is that
most of the finest playthings of the
Christmas season are produced—dolls,
soldiers, houses, animals and all sorts
of gaudily colored trinkets.
Some one has said that there cannot
be found in literature a single Christ-
mas sermon which meets the occasion.
Of course there cannot. The occasion
is the new birth of the world. Unless
the preacher is competent to say how
far the world has grown since its new
birth unless he can comprehend and
declare the infinite greatness of the
kingdom of God which the Savior of
men promises in the world, and unless
the same preacher can describe the
world as it was, "the people who sat
;!1 darkness," he cannot preach the
sermon which shall meet "the occa-
sion."—Edward Everett Hale.
^ DOLLYS
NEW YEAR BUOY
"Can't I, please, come to your New
Year party?" pleaded Jack Mason of
his sister Dolly, who sat, with her
mother, industriously writing out in-
vitations for a party on New Year's
afternoon.
"Yes, Dolly dear, why not invite
your brother and a few of his young
friends, the brothers of the little girls
who are to be of your party?"
"Because, mamma," said Dolly em-
phaticallly, "boys are horrid! And
they spoil all the fun. And, besides,
they eat up everything before we have
had time to get seated at the table.
We do not want any boys at our New
Year party."
"Just as you please, my dear. But
I think you make a mistake."
Jack said nothing, but a mischiev-
ous look came into his face.
On the afternoon of the party there
assembled in Mrs. Mason's parlor
twelve as pretty little girls as you
ever saw; and for an hour there were
games and such high revelry.
By and by a march was played upon
the piano, and then Dolly, at the head
of the grand procession, marched,
with another little girl at her side,
grayely through the parlors, around
the hall and then down-stairs to the
feast in the dining-room.
Dolly glanced at the dishes aud gave
a cry.
"Oh, mamma!" said Dolly. Where
is all the cake?"
And Bridget, coming in at that mo-
ment, Uii't-n-up her harulfi onish-
ment, exclaiming:
"Where's all the it¡e cream and the
oranges? And look at thirc sticks
and stones on the plates!"
"It's those horrid boys!" said Dolly.
It was a saddened little company
that crept upstairs again after Mrs.
Mason had consoled them as well as
she could with sugar-cakes and bread
and butter. And as the gamed prog-
ressed, there were tears of mortifica-
tion wiped off many a little girl's
cheek.
Mrs. Mason, going out the back door
called the boys and had a long talk
with them.
"Now, boys," said she, "there is
only one thing you can do to be for-
given."
"What is it?" asked the boys for
they felt ashamed.
"Do as I say, and ail will be well!"
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"Young ladies," said Mrs. Mason,
appearing in the parlor later, "you are
requested by the young gentlemen to
come down into the dining room. They
have something nice to give you."
"Now speak your little speech,
Jack," said Mrs. Mason, "and then
the young ladies will understand,"
Young ladies,' said Jack, "we wish
to ask you to join us at our Naw Year
feast. We heard " (here Jack
stopped to cough a little) "that you
were disappointed in yours, and with-
in on hour we have prepared this sup-
per. George froze the cream. Ralph
stirred the cake. Willie went to
store for fruit, and as for me, 1
the table, and the other boys rrai
rands. I hope, young ladies, you svill
like the feast"
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"I think, mamma," said Dolly that
night, "that boys are very pleasa at and
nice when they want to be. I
really glad that they came to
party. Next year we'll invite them
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