Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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t:a From the South11 Sb DeLusic Ferree Cass j i the newspapers throughout I ] ited States were busily an- < g the warlike operations of mcho Fernandez here, there < 3where that December, it was ? hat the revolutionary dictator i co was really in Washington, ] rhere he had been peremptor- moned by the president a pnference at the capitol was ] id very much to the point. It < uted out with painful decisivethe Senor General Fernandez reinafter he would have to Is ragged army, respect the ^ ill that General Fernandez was j ide to swallow was not sugar ^ but if unquestionably did him e went down the White House j bat day before Christmas a and a wiser man. However ator of Mexico was a philoso- j EU1U?? uiuiueu U19 itttc ft warmth of his fur- ? oat, and started off came to the business ; ] throngs of last-minute i. ( bustling about. Snow , !1 heavily?great fleecy >d the whole air and, he gay holiday decora- 1 ts of street hawkers, ^ gave the scene an t ^ handed Christmas \f rade?someone, anyone, in all this v * who would hail him simply as a friend and not as the celebrated General V. He came to a street corner where ; he heard his own name shouted in a >; shrill, childish voice close by. "Huxtree there, people! Huxtree i>6iper! Spend a cent and read all about General Fernandez the Mexican butcher! He's murderin' women and babies down there right now! Big battle at Guaremo; three hundred killed! Huxtree here, all about the bloody General Fernandez!" At first the dictator scowled; then ^ smiled queerly and approached the * ragged waif at the newsstand. She was blue with cold and a-shiver beneath scanty rags. Below an old ? prematurely-aged face g # locked wan and pinched. z Genuine pity?an unusual thing in ( ^-the jdictator?seized him as he sur- t eyed her. 1 "Do you really believe that this General Fernandez is as bad as all ] that?" he asked her with a whimsical 3 half smile. t r'v- . ^ The street waif stared up at him t suspiciously. \ ^ *Gwan away from here, you dude! 1 y? see I'm tryin' to sell my 4 poipers? Tonight's Christmas eve an' c I wanna sell out so as to go in one y ef the big stores an' see Santy Claus." t L^I^^'How many papers have you left to I sell, little girl?" <<rh?TAnlTr^Tia " /-N t ri wcuvj-vuv. v - { "Y)l take them jmh | all. Here's a fj\ 3 quarter. You can / lJ^ 1 v -* keep the change." A ij s "Whadda y' do- I ffcg^nyJV- 1 in' this f'r?"? j i still.suspicious. J r 1 . The great Gen- I 2jJ20P a I Fernandez ii .?J | 1 ,t smiled at the waif ?OP ^ * j sadly, indulgently. i " v "Child, I'm a stranger here and I'm -J ever so lonely. Everybody else has a s 1 ^v.<- "U^r, nnmn Vv tjicumiiig iiuujc tuxngxil?uas ouuicone to whom he can give presents and J "> know that they'll be appreciated. It's 1 , j ' ; Christmas eve and I too want to forr get myself for a while and play Santa 1 Claus for somebody." ] r "If I really thought y' meant all { renuous Chr *y'c. that," muttered the waif skeptically, "I'd say, why not practice some o' p'r good intentions on me. Lordy knows, I need 'em." The dictator's face became radiant. He laughed whole-heartedly as he had not done before in years and took one of the wee srirl's half-frozen hands bands kindly within his big gloved ?ne. "It shall all be just as you say," he :ried, much to her astonishment. 'Come along withTme now?first somewhere to get you a warm coat and bood and some furry mittens. Then we'll go to a fine restaurant. And after you've eaten every bit you can bold, we'll go see the toys and you san pick out your own present." "Y'r not kiddin' me, mister?" "On my honor, no." "Then, if it's all the same to you, let's hit the toy departments first ['ve had m' eye on a big yellow-headed loll?real hair it is, too!?there in the Emporium f'r six months" "We'll do just as you say, kiddie, but on one condition." "What's that, mister?" "You must tell me that you don't believe all the things yo.u said about Greneral Fernandez of Mexico." "Ill call him Santa Claus if that'll juit y any better, mister." "Under present circumstances that lame strikes me as quite appropriate for hi oD " murmured the dictator. "But zotne on now. It's going to be a reallj merry Christmas after all." j DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS * - - > When the Joy of Your Kiddie* Brings Tender Memories of Years Ago. In these strenuous shopping days, writes Louis James, have you caught rourself remembering suddenly, in all sorts of queer, Unexpected places, all s sorts of queer, half forgotten things? 3ave you remembered how these days before Christmas are the wonderful j lays in the life of the child, more wonderful days, perhaps, than any hat are to come? You know that yourself. You can't lelp recalling how time went by thoselays before the great day. You renember how each day seemed someiow more wonderful than the one before, each day a prelude of real joy ,o that first marvelous moment of Christmas morning, when, after a light of little if any sleep, you scram>led up and stood breathless on the hreshold of the room which had been forbidden you all those interminable ! lours that went before. The child you take with you through ;he wonderlands of the modern toy lepartment wants what you did. The - - - - ? - * 3-11 ittle girl stops Deiore tne DaDy aoii, vide eyed, still with desire. The boy jtands flooded with happiness before m ark in which is every imaginable jreation. You remember what a small king your own was, a fourth the size. 3ut his joy is no greater than yours. | He pushes toward the rocking horse. j ^Jow it runs by machinery, when once ] rou ran your own across the floor to he imminent danger of total destruc:ion to persons and furniture that night stand in the way. But Christ- j nas day was your day. The day when j 'don'ts" were not and you were king >r queen in your kingdom of toys. You pass on to trains and tnere tgain electricity is running them. You i julled them yourself. Then you catch the look on the face )f your boy. He is watching the huge : mgine move slowly, smoothly along. It lasses under infinite tunnels and iridges and over made hills that present intricate difficulties of passage, j if our tunnels were of chairs and tne j able in your kitchen made a splen- | lid bridge to cross. 1 Fie turns to you, the child of this , :wentieth century. His smile is beitific. He wants it?that train. He lever wanted anything so much before. He never will again he is >ure. And as you move away you smile, a ;tfle sadlv. a little cladlv. You are proud to be able to make him so wonderfully happy, this child of yours, but you are sure, too, that he is no j aaprier than you were these same preChristmas days, those years before. i * istmas Day f ^ - -v K : ^ B /l - A /\ " ; With joyful heart, on dainty toes, I Her eyes ashine, each cheek a rose, I Well laden with her presents goea I The Christmas maid. ^ I In Santa's task she claims a share, " I And bears her gifts with thoughtful 1 care, I While Love attends her everywhere, I I A willing aid. I Oh, Santa, take a friendly tip, I Unless you want to lose your grip, I Don't let her make another trip I In all your days. 7 I For she's a vision, so complete, # I So captivating, fair and sweet, I That she has got you surely beat I A hundred ways. 8 ************************************* I | * A GREAT DAY. . *51 * t This is Christmas day, the an- * * niversary of the world's great- ? ? * est event. To one day all the * * early world looked forward; to ? * the same day the later world * looks back. That day holds time J together.?Alexander Smith. * * * ************************************* , Such is Fame! i In spite of his advanced age, that wonderful veteran, Sir Evelyn Wood, , manages, by his energy and enthusi- j asm, to show a patriotic example that has done not a little to stimulate re- j cruiting, says Pearson's Weekly. During his long career in the army | a Sir Edward, hi? had many amusing j B experiences, and he himself relates j |j the following against himself: 1 I j The famous soldier, like the late B Lord Roberts, is noted for his short jl. stature and when lie returned home,!? from Egypt an entertainment was | given in fiis honor at his home in Nor- j B folk. A big crowd of people had as- H sembled to welcome him and--among It them was an agricultural laborer's B wife, who was very anxious to see the P 'popular hero. ill "Which is 'im? Which is 'im?"|H she kept 011 asking, and at last, when Eg j C*:.. 1 ,, nonin iti uiu'lit n 1? vet Jl T1 fl 07* n I Oil II VCXJIIX^ Hi Vijin, v ~ . _ pointed him out to her. jB "What?" she exclaimed in tones of.g deep disgust. "That little man Sir-B ! Evelyn Wood? Why, even my old Is man could thrash him." . j Bj | The Herald Book Store has just re- g ! ceived a full line of Christmas Goods. fi v.. - . , -- -e'vV. t i I^F With; I CAN START A SAT iHfc FtU I v / . .. Every Boy Ought I It's Only a L ' . 1 i .? V % V . ? . ' i ? i < > . * / ' ItT . 1 J we, warn more do savings dep* thrift .. . ' ' , * *!K- 1 - \ " *'.? *! . * v L i ' . 4 PER CEP I . ' mi ' S . . ' . N. 1 Capital and Su v ' V , 0 * . i our oavuigs < ? / ^ H. C, FOLK, President. JONES A. WILLIAMS, Vice Presi BAMBERG fefc~ / \ I ^2 n a \t i i Dollar I 1/ U11U1 INGS ACCOUNT WITH IPLES BANK :o Save?Even Though ittle at a Time. ys' accounts?and our | irtment teaches j ? ' ^ and pays IT TMTCDCCT ii. imuujji I rpk $40,004.04 ire Safe With Us | CC DA MY Lid Drill 1\ J A. M- DENBOW, Cashier. I dent. C. E. BLACK. Asst. Cashier. I I SOUTH CAROLINA. J f! 3 v;"' .' 1