The Mexia Weekly Herald (Mexia, Tex.), Vol. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 28, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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'rUtlbur /a). lOesbit
f eapr Is singing/nome
herev'er up and down ijne wor
When comes the'time of holly-
Jhat marKo the glory 01 the da
Then all aboiit and aj:x arounai o
heart/is singing nom
ss| fe^t ma
ayes, o* feJlowshi^> and
ntain, plain: and fbam,
in—the/ heart is singing home.
e wandervlove! It leads us o
vlt bechons /us with tempting hahds from mi i
res up where the /lotos dre^m is filled with riare delight
us where the /silent snows gleaijn through t le endless night
beneath the dreaming star
ny l ands afar
to all who y/ander fal- beneaj.h th«
ts singing home a^ain—the, heart
ts singing home.
past—a picture fair arid free-
home—where ver it may bet
ngs to usi across the hill and plaini
within seems to echo the refrain.
downHhe world the restless feet may roam.
ing home again—the heart is singing home
The heart is
every man in ev^ry^ place there comes trre^aunting songi
It riies liKe a glory cFrant, in caafence full and strong
To him <whcKsleeps upon nis arms before the tireless
And he who bends above his desK, the coaling strains mu
For, sweeter ttian the cloyer-tang ^ttyat drips 7fom honey co
The heart is smgmg home- again-^v^heart Is singing ho
A BASHFUL ♦ - -.a**
fliXif6ur D. Nes6it
6 a. m.—Got up an went downstarea
In my nlte close an was plckin things
of the Crlsmas tree wen pa an ma
cum down an sed for gudness salk boy
yule catch yure deth of coled; go bak
to bed until It Is time to get up.
6:16 a. m.—Put my close on an
-went down stares agen an et ten stlks
<jf candy an' two ornges befoar pa
cum down an sed he wud whip me If
I dldent go bak to bed an let him
get sum slepe after beln up so late
the nlte befoar, but ma sed Jon
doant destroy the Crlsmas joy for our
l>oy; let him aloan.
6:30 a. m.—1 hav got a ralerode
track an trane an a hookln ladder an
a set of dum bels, an Injun clubs an
a air gun an a pistol that shutes ar-
rers at a target an a hlstry bpok an
a pare of mittens an sevrul sacks an
boxes of candy an hav et sum moar.
7:30 a. m.—Pa an ma kep astln me
why I dldent eat no" brekfuat an pa
sed he bet Ide ben etln candy alreddy
In spite of his orders that I shuddent,
but ma sed no doubt the xcltement
of Crlsmas was enuf to take away my
8 a. m.-'-Grandpa an gramma-an-
■unkel Joe ts here. Thay brot me sum
moar candy an a lndjun sute with a
tommyhawk an a torpeder bote, that
winds up and sales in the wotter^-
9 a. m.—Pa showed me how to run
the trane on the track an broke the
engln, but he Hez it can be ilxed.
Unkle Joe glv me a doller an I went
out an bot sum burd shot to shuts ln>
my air gun an sum candy.
10 a. m.—It Isent cold If you don't
nit rite liosldo the parlor winder whare^
I broke It nxdontly shutln with my-
air Run. I'a threttonrd to lick mcj
but grampa sed boys will be boys ai
he wns wors than me when he wa
12 noon—It wuz too bad about"
gramma, but I cuddent help It. I wuz
playtn Injun on the trale and Missus
Perkins frum nex dore wuz here and
she wuz talkln with gramma an 1 run
up behlne them an tommyhawked
gramma an Misses Perkins an then
started to scalp Missus Perkins, but
jest her hare cum off an she looked
so funny slttln thare bollhedded that
gramma fainted an choaked on her
false teeth when I hit her with the
tommyhawk an Missus Perkins went
hoam an gramma had to go to bed
an the dokter cum and glv her medsln.
3 p. m.—It Is a loansum Crlsmas
lndede to punnlsh me thay made me
stay upstares an wuddent let me haT
any Crlsmas dinner but 1 had foar
pounds of candy an hav et moast of It
an my torpeder bote Is sallln grate In
the bath tub.
4 p. m.—1 went to the winder to
look out an fergot the bath tub an
the wotter run over an the ceelln of
the parlor fell axdently an grandpa
an pa an unkel joe an ma was axdent-
ly hurt so the dokter Is bak agen an
the plummer is comln if thay can
7 p. m.—Gramma and grampa and
unkel joe has gone hoam an pa is
settln down stares with his -arm In a
sling whare the plasterln broak It an
he sez when It gets well he will tend
to my case o It is a said world for
llttel boys that is full of happiness
one moment an filled with greef the
nex an Our cook has quit becauso 1
axdently shot a arrer frum my plBtol
Into her ear an scaret her so she
dropped a pan of dishes that wuz mas
bcBt chlny an broak them all up an
she has quit an the lire engines cum
because l-'trlcfd Co'flro up iny'broakeh
ralerode engine an thay got tho lire
out but thare is a whole (ho sl<16
of the house an pa swore d'rp'lfftl .uU
so 1 ask why do thay glv a little boy
things that cause them so mutch trub-
H°. v >' * '
It Is a pallid, weary
He stoppeth ono
"By thy white
cheek and blaz-
"Oh, sir!" the worried
"1 fain would have
Where I may find
within jt, h 1 h
The things they
have to sell."
For it was In a
. That all of this
'Twas there the frenzied man was seen
With hopeless, troubled face.
The stranger man would' fain begone
From him of haggard eye;
Besides, the aisle was crowded with
The folks who would go by. /
"X pray thee," said the stranger man,
' "Go chase thyself from me." A
"Ah, sir," the other man Ihiplored—
A woeful wight was he.
"A tortoise comb, a pair of skates,
A whole carload of toys,
Somo things beside for all my friends,
And for their girls and boys.
"And here I am; and I am here:
The things—oh, where are they?
For male and female clerks conspire
To h|de from me the way.
"But this I know, and this alone;
Three aisles across, then back.
Four counters down, one counter up,
Then double on your track.
"The elevator takes you next,
To land you otherwheres, , ,
And when you weary of Its crowd.
You amble down the stairs.
"But still—but still, tny honest friend,
You do not reach the goal.
'Tin always 'on the other side,'
It Is, upon my soul!
"So here am I, and I am here, «
And you are standing by,
I care not where the things inay be, '
But where the deuce am IT"
They led him to an ambulance, , ..
Although he did resist, ,
/And npw In padded cell he cons •
t: lftfe Christmas shopping list.
He shrieks upon the midnight clear, .
And on the noonday air: <►;
'Tlirco.aisles aiiijons,. two counter,!
• Vi'fi m'h.I ditwn* ™
T was Christmas eve.
Andrew Hllllngton, with
a neat little package in
hib breast pocket end s.
throbbing heart beneath
the Barne pocket, had been
trying for a full hour to
muster up enough courage
to take out the package,
and offer It, together with
his throbbing heart, to
Amabel was just such a
young woman as just , such a young
man as Andrew would ardently desire
to present with his throbbing heart
and the contents of the neat package.
The latter contained a ring, set with
a Blngle diamond. The throbbing
heart contained what Andrew was
ready to promise should be life-long
devotion to Amabel.
Why go Into detail regarding the
whole year during which he had laid
siege to the heart of Amabel? v
There had been moments this
Christmas eve when Andrew's fingers
nervously sought his breast pocket.
Amabel knew he was on the verge of
proposing. Gracious mercy! The
woman who cannot diagnose a threat-
ened proposal 1b no woman at all.
The stammering speech, the flushed
brow, the hesitant remarks, the fixity
of stare—all these and many other
symptoms are to the average woman
what* temperature and respiration are
to the specialist In fevers.
For some unexplained reason women
like to postpone a proposal. They
prolong the agony. They enjoy the
sighs, the awkwardness, the anxiety,
of the swain. They revel In his ab-
ject willingness to sacrifice himself,
if need be, to gain their promise.
It may be that instinct teaches
them this 1b the only moment when
the man will be a slave.
At last, however, it became time for
Andrew to say good-night. It was
Christmas eve, and he knew Amabel's
family would have some little prepara-
tions to make for the festivities of
the morrow. He did not think for a
ment of the tremendous fact that
when a young woman allows a young
man to spend Christmas eve with her
she Is writing "Yes" in large letters
on the wall. No man can realize any-
thing at such times.
Andrew said he must be going, after
Amabel had began to wonder If he
was going to talk about the weather
and the latest book all evening.
"Must you go, really?" she asked,
brightly. "Walt just a moment. I
have something for you."
She went into another room, then
came back with a small package,
which she handed to him.
"Just a little Christmas remem-
brance," she smiled. "You won't
llnfore you i;o to shoi'.
And whon you reach tho outer door,
Tear up your list and stop.
"Just a Little Christmas Remem-
mind getting it ahead of time, will
you? Such good friends as you and
I needn't wait -for Christmas day it-
self, need we?"
She carefully stood Immediately be-
neath a spray of mistletoe when she
said this, but Andrew did not notice
It. This is further proof that love is
"Thank you," Andrew mumbled,
nervously. "I—I—I wish you a merry
"That's nice of you, and I hope you
like the little gift. It really isn't a
gift, Andrew. It's just a necktie I
made for you myself. I wish It could
have been something nicer—but
you'll let the sentiment that goes with
It count for what It lacks in value or
beauty, won't you?"
She carelessly reached up and ad-
justed the spray of mistletoe, smiling
also at Andrew.? Andrew stood there,
turning the package over and. over in
his hands, blind as ever, What Am*
Ubel thf)uKht'*wo hever will kn6w',
There "must -be times whllo a woman
is landing a man that she is sq en;
raged with his* oHfUseness that sh$
would keenly enjoy thumping him on
tho head with a shovel.
Andrew got his eyes away from
hers long enough to ask:
"Are you going to have a Christmas
"No. We're oid-fubhloued, you
know. We're juat going to hang up
our stockings in front of the grate,
and let Santa come right down the
chimney. I love those old Customs,
As she spoke of the old customs
she once more pushed the spray of
mistletoe up into place. This time
Andrew saw it, and away down deep
in his heart he wished he were just a
good friend of Amabel's.
You see, under the mistletoe, things
may be done by good friends which
would call out the troops If attempted
by a lover who has not yet declared
his love in speech, but whose every
action tells what Is affecting him.
He told her he had spent a pleas*
ant evening; he thanked her for the
little gift; he promised to come again,
and he got out and away—and then
he realized that he had not given her
the present he had meant to hand to
her with a few well chosen words
which should cause her to fall Into his
arms and promise to be his forever,
Also, he realized that he had not even
wished her a merry Christmas In the
way he had planned to wish it.
All the way home he abused him-
self for being such a fool. Why, any
man with a spark of self-confidence,
he told himself, would have told the
girl what he had In his heart and In
his pocket for her—would have made
a neat but effective little speech of
presentation, and would have conclud
ed his peroration with her head
against his shoulder and her plump
white hand In his.
There came to him a flash of in
Why not play Santa Claus, take the
ring to Amabel's home, climb In a
side window from the porch, deposit
the ring and a note In her stocking?
This would make her feel that he had
planned it all as a real Christmas sur-
prise for her. A Christmas gift and
a Christmas proposal all at once
would certainly appeal to the roman-
tic side of any'girl.
uSo he wrote-^hls note, wrapped It
about the ring, replaced the ring and
the note In the little box, wrapped It
up, and betook himself to Amabel's
home. " _/
The porch from which he planned
to effect his surreptitious entrance
was a side one. He remembered that
last summer Amabel's father had
said he must have the catch on the
window repaired. He knew perfectly
well Amabel's father hadn't done so—
for he knew Amabel's father "Was like
Through the side yard and over'the
porch rail he went. The window he
found unfastened. ■ Carefully he raised
It and felt hiB way Into the 1-oom. To
his astonishment' he saw a ray of
light beneath the door and heard
voices In the adjoining room—where
the stockings were to be-hung.
"Well, Amabel," her father was say-
lng, "what did Rpmeo have to say to-
The reply was a sniff from Amabel,
which Andrew Interpreted as being a
suggestion to her father that he mind
his own affairs.
"Did you give him the necktie?
Amabel's mother asked,
"Did he like It?"
"He*never .looked at. it."
"Well, I must say! In my time a
young man would have sftown more
gallantry.".. •,«£; ;• •
"Not a Hllllngton, mother," Mr.
Tuttle said. '"They never think ot
.what to.say up\U, n week tetef." '
Andrew grated his,,twth^ '-This was
•true, but iitft pleasant.^" t
"Well, yDU<tooUlfti>'t*:«mpe\ft hlm^ to
tell how he liked It vb0h he hadn't
seen It," Amab«i said, stoutly.. "And
It wouldn't have been polite for him
to look at It right there bc-idi ', I
shouldn't have given it t.o liim to-
"No," her mother Bald. "That made
It look an though you expected boiik;
thlnK from him."
Andrew was standing in the dark-
ness, in the middle of the room H®
wished the family would quit talking
—especially aB they were talking of
him—and go to bed and allow him to
drop his gift into Amabel's stocking.
He did not dare to move, for fear of
running Into some furniture, llo
hardly dared breathe.
Suddenly from down street cam®
the clang of a gong. Also the clatter
of horses' hoofs on the frozen high-
way and the rumble of wheels. The
noise Increased as the horses drew
near, to subside and cease in front of
the house. The Tuttles heard it.
"Must be a fire, or the patrol wag-
on," Mr. Tuttle exclaimed, throwing
open the room where Andrew stood.
Andrew darted behind a bookcase just
in time. Mr. Tuttle went through the
room to the hall and opened the front
door. Mrs. Tuttle followed him, de-
spite Amabel's remonstrances that she
would catch cold.
There was the sound of hurried
foosteps up the walk.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Tuttle
"Where is he?" said a voice.
"Patrolman Jones telephoned that
be saw a man breaking into your
Andrew shivered with alarm. This
was a predicament. To be arrested
as a burglar, to be carted off to jail,
without a chance to explain. He
peered from behind the bookcase and
saw Amabel dreamily hanging her
stocking. He swiftly came from his
hiding place, and silently hurried to
her side. Taking the package from
his pocket, he whispered:
"Amabel! I—I forgot to tell you I
love you, and here's my proposal, and
the engagement ring, too!"
The mere fact that he had appeared
thus mysteriously at her side did not
appeal to Amabel. She did not think
of that at all. She said:
And she then allowed herself to
fall into his arms.
That there was much excited con-
versation in the hall, that men were
running around the house and peering
into dark corners in the basement and
in the upper rooms was something of
which Andrew and Amabel were en-
tirely unaware. Mr. and Mrs. Tuttle
came back, after the officers had gone
away utterly bewildered. Even they1
bad been so excited that the presence
of Andrew struck them as nothing un-
usual. Amabel's shy but delighted an-
nouncement of her engagement was re-
ceived merrily, however. In fact,
father and mother Tuttle and the
young people got so deep In their
plans for the future that they almost
forgot the Incident until suddenly Mr.
"I wonder who the dickens that
burglar was, anyhow?"
"I—I'll bet It was me!" Andrew
"Well, I must fix that window tomor-
row," Mr. Tuttle decided.
AT THE PECKS.
"Humph!" said Mrs. Henry Peck,
"this paper has a lot of alleged jokes
about women giving their husbands
cigars for Christmas presents. I think
that any woman who is fool enough to
give her hysband a box. of thQ vile
things ought to—Why, where has
Henry gone?" ■ •• *
But Henry was out in the hall shak-
ing hands with himself.
Quieting Her Suspicion*.
"My dear," said the Suspicious Wife,
"this sealskin sack you gave me for
Christmas has the odor of gasoline."
"Very likely," answered the Crafty
Husband. "Hut you know Santa Claus
Is using an automobile now." <
Nevertheless, she had her doubts
about It, fearing that he had pur-
chased the garment second-handed of
More Blessed to Qlve.
"Stingy?" repeated the Neighbor-
hood Gossip, "is old man Tltewadd
stingy? Why, did you hear what he
gave his wife for a Christmas pres-
ent? He let her go to the dentist'that
morning and, have ten aching te6th
pulled, knowing very well that It
would prevent her eating any of the
Christmas dinner." • «
Sad C«*e. v
A WHowwho' lived ^li'the Isthmus.
Was IbofcHered sona wh4* b^stVablsth.
mus. , ^ ^ •
He said: "It Is sad.
But my eyes, which are bad,
S«e New Year when looking at
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