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Show t jtss o a O g. 4 f- & - gg g 2A e '? a & & PAGE SIX TRI-'WjCEKL- '; 2$ & & - & g- fr JOURNAL, LOGAN, UTAH Y SATURDAY, DECEMBERT T 131; , you this '"morning. ' . It Shelby, how are is Christmas you know. Everyone ought TLe Doy Who Has -- in be happyom this ilajvli ' and' I am quite happy thankful, No Santa Clans! replied Tim truthfully. is What your name, and how long have you been an orphan! asked Mr. By X02ERTUS LOVEShelby. I am called Tim, but my name is Timothy Clayton, I have been an orphan fFrom Poem All th Way long copyright, 1904. by just two week but it seems 150. bey time, replied Tim. "o 8a How have Mrr Shelby continued:, Claus, 6 wistful, oh, so wan U w you spent the time. Where have you could have the box for his bed. The fotradland dog with a parcel in bis mouthy keeper was struck by the bright looks of The dog eame up to Tim and licked his the little lad and gave him the box for hand. Tim patted him on the head and him if he had been on an errand his own. Tims big brown eyes opened wide and he offered his whole, pack of for his master. The dog wagged his tail magazines in payment. The keeper had as if to answer his question, then he no use for the papers, so he declined his started down the road. Then he came back and tugged away at Tim until he offer. Tim was a bright little fellows, with-dar- got up and followed him. Tim walked stayed at night! Then Tim related all that had happen- eyes, brown hair, a high forehead along beside the dog until they caipe to ed sinee his mother's death a turn inthe road.Just at the turnVas andaclearpruddycomplexiom. How would you like to- - have - a a big iron gate which the dog opened, down . Tim went to his box and crept and he and Tim entered. Tim was much home t"asked Mr. Shelby. "among the shavings and paper. Here he TinUs heart almost' stood "Strll. Mr. surprised at thefrien denature of the" slept quite peacefully VratiI' morning. Iave been looking he was much afraid. When they Shelby continued: When he awoke, the wind waa blowing dog, yet errand for an hoy, I think you would reached the door, which was opened by and it was bitterly cold. He pulled his a me. little girl, Tim stepped hack into a suit old straw hat down over his eyesrtook I thank you, kind sir, was all Tim shadow on the veranda.. When the door his paperg under his arm and started on was closed he his day s journey. That Christmas was a happy one for steps and was about io go back into the It was just two weeks before Christ- - street when he heard a joyous - bark. Jim. He spent most of tfre day with his . , , ,. , Looking afoundTTim saw his friend, the friend, Nero, . , ,on 7 W. coat rcrtil poor uiuutus, P11"? jays passeu windows. Hewas very ELIZA STODDARD Hmonthe4sto-yfftr- s. gtilUTimworkeda mAri i ed , . -TTfTTVTAxTr bakery shop and gave four afaithfully with his friend Nero, who was his constant companion. Ten years passed away. Tim was a waa eve.and Cbristmas Little Nell IT ssful ' geMin? Tim up the aUps to the strelt' handsome young man, tall, with broad 1 Jack Greene sat in front of the wide ner he stopped to look around him so that front door. He puUed the bell with his shoulders a deep chefct. His high and was again opened by watching the bright Jamea leap he would not get lostr Then he walked 7 Mouth and the door TTa forehead, his soft brown eyes and his hair up the chimney. Grandma also, was sit pn until he came to the shops. Such a were just the same. Other changes had ting beside the fire with her knitting lay gig jie had never seen before. He stood taken place. Tim had been promoted to - far a long time, looking at the beautiful ing idle on her lap , a higher position nearly every year. Now said books and toys, little heeding the time Tell us a story, Grandma, he was a partner of Mr. Shelby. Nell, as she raised her large, blue eyes to of the day or the coldness of the wind, There is still more. The friendship lie r grandmother and looked in her dear He went on until he had passed the .shops that had sprung up between Alice gand . old face. and had come to a fine dwelling. He Tim, grew into love. looked Please do, said Jack, pushing his through one of the large windows Two more years of success and hapand saw a Christmas tree beautifully ckair a little way from the fire. . , , . piness passed away. decorated. He gazed for a long time on was a beautiful Christmas morning It Alright, I will tell you real Christ ' aLia" the beautiful seene, but he had a har . when Alice and Tim were married. tnsas story, said Grandmar He g was Tim station. 'Then his . pushed entered, very timidly., A A long time ago, in. the great city you Ke said Grandma, what be was who him one hot and for by. passed supper every prepared coms 0f teing truthful and kind. No of London, there lived a little boy called While lie stood there the snow began Alice asked him scores of questions about matter how Tim. die lived.with his father and moth- poor yoir may be, you ean pe(K himself and how he camo tp be put m, reach the highes fit er in a little shanty at the back of anoldto fall. Tim looked around him,dhe on the ladder b the cold. Tim was loved by his truthful. Magazine shop. When the little fellow pje yrere hurrying in every direetqm being After eating, the first meal since his friends and admired by strangers. was only seven years old his father died He became frightened because he had nd two years after, his mother too, was lost his way. He had gone too far and it mothers death, Tim wa3 given a bed in He must have been a good man, had grown dark He walked a long time, the back hall. Here he had a good nights said Jack. ' -laid to rest. . r "Poor Tim had 110 place to gor The old along the straight road, for he thought rest with his friend, Nero. Who was he, Grandma!, asked He was unnoticed by Christmas morning dawned with all Nell. . hop and Bhanty were sold soon after his this the best plan. the its pleasures. Tim was awakened by the hurrying people and pushed asider mothers death, in order to pay a debt Can you not guess! Try, said When he reached the next turn in the rattling of disheg and kindling of fires. that his father owed. Tim was turned . grandma. farther. He was He quickly dressed himself and went out out into the street, by the hard hearted road, he could go no Nell and Jack both shook their heads. cold. He sat down into the kitchen where the servant was man who bought the shop. He was given very fatigued and Then I will tell you. It, was your dozen old magazines to sell. This was and leaned his head against the fence. making a fire and offered them four grandfather, said grandma. After sitting there for a while he was pennies, all the money he had, for his liig start in the great world. And were you Alice asked Nell. bed. The servants had been told to'keep Tim started on his long walk about startled by a sound of something apI was Alice,and well T Yes, dear, coon. " All day he walked the busy streets proaching. He raised his head to listen. Tim, there, so they told him that their remember the night I met your grandna. 2 the tennant districts. About dark he He saw something coming toward him." master wished to gee him. Tim was not And now, children, dont you think Santa some- frightened this time, beeanse he knew Claus will be waiting!. You had better Xcgan to wonder where he could make his It was black with glaring eyes and. thing white shining in its mouth. Tim he was with friends. Tim was led to the go to bed. ted. After looking behind a dozen-o- r was frightened at first,- - hut when lt got ibr ary - by one-- of the servants, where more old shops, he spied a large dryand They kiVed grandraa good-nigclose He' old enough so he could see what it was their master, Mr. Shelby, was sitting. I their prayers were : shop. goods box standing by an Newwent to the keeper and asked him if he his fear vanished. It was a large Well, my little fellow, began Mr. God bless Grandma and Grandpa. d k -- -- - - - wenf-noisele- ss: ,srzr HasrJXiIHad-a-great-desire-to-g4o-on- r - e- A ssftai i?. V .? Tim-almost-tu- td-down- -- 7 f - t t - J Cbreugb wondrous ' malting pause Co gloat upon the picture Giant Killer," -- NotherT Bias, poor urchin, what's the mt) X saw him standing ytetcmlftb? Bis nose against the frosty enamored of the fairy sight pan. 8o fond, so friendless, eh, so fat. Co grasp and beat the painted drum! Be dreamed of seeing Santa come. So long he stood and looked within I thought bis yearning gaze m charm Che stalwart soldlermade of tin Co rise and follow through the etom ...i .i . Hn48tand com? Btadrtam true embc awaked" - . fire-plac- e, -- -- time-keepin- aouy - ,- One of our division superintendents had received numerous complaints that freight trains in the habit of stopping on a were James J. Hill, the railroad king, in a certain incigrade crossing t&4 the following amusing ' his small town, of 'thereby blocking dent happening foh'one travel for periods. He is long xoads. TOLD MAGNATE SOMETHING sued orders, kut still kicks came in. Finally he decided to investi. gate personally. A short man in size and Very excitable, he went down to the crossing, "and 'sure enough," there stood, in defiance of his own or ht ders, a long freight train anchor- ed squarely across it. A brake- man who didnt know him bv sight sat complacently on top of the car. Move that train on! sputtered the little super. Get it off Che Jumping Jack, the candy cane, die bugle and the bobbyhorse-l- 'd think they would be sick with pall Hnd sorrowful with deep remorse Because they did not steal away Hnd in bis squalid garret stay. Che boy who has no Santa Claoa, Oh, sadder far bis sorrow la Chan all our grownup woes, bccauec da bare no wishes such as bis. Che useless yearn of childhood, elk dc utmot feet we cannot know! OK Little 'Johnny Eoncy Boy, ' Im sad and sorry for you sol You shouldn't mine the perfect Joy Of Christmas, for the yearn are ties If Id the making of the lawn Id give each bey s Santa Claus . the crossing so people can pass Doubled Exponas I sayl "He does an awful lot of 'kkUnf The brakeman surveyed the about the expense of Christmas partempestuous little man from head ents. Be yells twice as much u anj to - foot. - You go to blazes," you other man In the office." Perhape that la beeanse be la little shrimp, he replied. Youre Move on, lead-ta- small enough to crawl under. n double life." JOURNAL BLOCK r 79Wv Center, Logan , Utah ; Sj ' - ' -- - - v, , . 4 H? I |