The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 5, 1902, Page 5

THE SUNDAY CALL. | JHE C OLONEL.. N | T HE— [ coouvT @ « = wind wonders why He young. st A € pre 1 and she was th of the colo came to man’ physician an operation, the Connec and wz rors of Bull ericksbur nis fill of e trunks of trees we 2 il i and so undermined that they . is Ir e bloody battles he was there 2nd everywhere attending the ded. The conscience before him i eradicate his the to overcome in dutie: ris’cm'as Ghos’cé rattle elf respecting millionaire cou: giving just a dinner? nd it sped the b t pocket, “this pays 1 than tur- g glance at the Christmas-Dinner - would any mself with his ant d pick « n. 1’ The fragrance of roast turkey, of c g make berry sauce, of plum pud nd miy ers to ve on that?” sneered -Poor host, groaning and uckled gleefully. uld you give to do But Miser’s-Christmas, ignoring its com “An automobi: what a me! I ra turn you gave got here ahead of myself.” nervous voice it was! *“But Christmas-Dinner-to-the- And Family-Reunlons the plebeian turkey sniffed disdainfuliy st taken. odor emanating from the other idea. ’ ng from mno- ~We'll thibk of you our dinner, of course, and wonder—** ag’ the first The atmosphere was becoming thinner, =0 many Ideas had assumed form and pe. On every side could be seen origi- and pargdies, while lying about in piles were the Christmas properties—Santa Claus, his packs and reindeer; ihc waits, in ioud plaids and checked shawls; hur- rying m ngers; messengers; postm ; ‘wagons and trains. Here, on this side, was the Old Lover wondering whether he would, this year, y (it had to be s, to keep nais without me, t me dela by a gruff cough. the discus- De returned to Eliza or Ann or—was it i e < itself Jane? Yes, dear little Jane; he rather that spok t its heavy wailez hoped it would be Jane. And then, of c e s pocket.. “I am thes course, the Jane, Eliza and Ann Ideas had mode x 1t of both of you. Ghosis to be somewhere. f scier ally investigated. There, against that incoherent mass, o No one sees them was Faithful-Maiden-Heart that had &ny more, not even very rich men, and waited so long for its Sailor-Lover. Its &= for you, Christmas-Dinner-to-the-Poor, fingers were in its ears just' now because : man 1 wronged, | | | loa.ning of bloodshed and help his com- rades. | He was not al | s at the front. shington and | many men of note. He had received He did well and the people were proud ; but the people forgot. 8o many a nation do well at such @ time, and so many in the war did ell. It is easy to forget. people i more than Later on, however, this little man was to the fore again and he became rec of Government funds to the Territo | Arizona and that at a time when Arizona was licking the blood of the Texas hoof and was at her worst. E2 Christma its mind off itself for a few moments, was expatiating on the fact that lovers, especially sailor lovers, rarely, if ever, really turned up on Christ- mas day. “For my part, I cannot see how this particular Idea ever did obtain an en- trance into the Limbo of Christmas Ideas.” Then the Rich-Old-Antiguarian-Remem- bered - By - His - Relatives-On-Christmas- Day reminded his Brother idea that Lim- bo was merely a place for cast-off rubbish, in fact, a waste basket. And Practical- Christmas-Joke cackle “Out of the waste ba lect.” But this was all lost on Faithful-Mai- den-Heart because it suddenly caught ket into the intel- STtormM { =} - Tosse the test and looked after claimants. He saw right done and was not afraid. Millions passed through his hands and he received the thanks of the Territoiy at the end of his administration. Colonel Dailey came at last to 8an Fran- cisco and ran in 1890 for Surveyor General. The late Senator Stanford saw nim sev- eral times and regretted that he could not support him, in that he was already work- ing for another man. The Senator said Dalley’s letters of recommendation were the finest he had ever read. Eight years ago the colonel settled him- self at the beach. His health had been failing him and he desired God's air, as He stood WRECKAGE it was brought to him over the sea and the breakers. There was not much to go on when he went out there, but his friend, the ocean, stood by him and sent him driftwood and out of the presents from the sea he built him a house. He planted and planted and the sand S Mavven, LW &S @ THIS MAN, WHO WAS ONCE MILITARY STATE AGENT FOR CONNECTICUT, FOUGHT THROUGH THE CIVIL WAR, BECAME RE- CEIVER OF GOVERNMENT | FUNDS TO THE TERRITORY | OF ARIZONA, RAN FOR | SURVEYOR GENERAL OF | CALIFORNIA, WAS A ' i s 4 WARM FRIEND OF ADOLFH SUTRO AND C. P. HUNT- INGTON, AND NOW HAS | FOR HIS HOME BUT A | | MERE SCRAP OF A SAND | DUNE ANDATINY WRECK- | | AGE CABIN. ; green cama imto evi- e place grew homelike. disappeared and dence and the lit It is as much home oy place enn be to him. His wif in the East and his f are gone, to come back. They are on the other side of the divide. (54 ngton was Dailey’s best Jlive and no one than he does. vn they had played mou Born it w to manhood they s. The one had been given Government positions, the other his wiil to building gigantic castles, not of air, of solid iron, on ich tons of steam mac y ran. ar, when the magnate visited he came to Dailey’s camp and s no greater treasure rapped in the cc to-day the cole There was ho face him. His old friend lay in his bed with the high fever that pneumonta carries in wake. T never saw one another again. 3 “If I could only be sure of my little place I would be so happy, the Colonel. While Sutro was aliv safe, but another old f: is afraid. to greet says he felt sure and nd went and he 0O1d, worn out with the work he has faithfully performed for the nation, Colonel Da still bears a brave front. He is grit through and through, and his home is home after all, and he still keeps it and improves it. But every day he asks himself the ques- tion: “Shall I be allowed to live here un- 1il I join my frie r the divide'?” gt oS SOV IR % It is stated that three-fourths of the Irish members of Parliament are teetotal- ers. sight of Sailor-Lover craning its neck into the proper position to peer into the cot- tage window. Ragged little Repentant-Prodigal-Son handled lovingly “the neckerchief folded such long years ago about his throat by fingers,” etc., while Children’s-Christmas Party skipped from place to place asking if it would have a story all to itself or if it would be run in with one of the others. This little Idea seemed so important to itself and was quite so sure that if it could do the writing instehd of being merely an Idea, it would make a charm- ing story just about a Christmas party and nothing clse. Christmas-Hold-Up, In mask and boots and pistoled belt, consorted with Christ- mas-Burglar in an out-of-the-way corner. They knew {hat they were too disreputa- ble to associate with the other good old Ideas of fine family and ancient lineage. Christmas-In-Camp, confessedly the youngest 'in the crowd, swaggered from group to group insolently wagering but- tons and bones that it would be chosen the oftenest. The atmosphere now was of crystal clearness and through it beat a raythmc note. “Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men; Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men. I am the oldest of all, T am the mightiest of all, but I am least often chosen.” The voice sank into a low sob, yet ever and anen arose in the same re- frain. Time swung himself arrogantly along in his allotted path, and it was apparent that a restless apprehension was taking pos- session of the assembled multitude. The days and hours were passing, had passed and of all the motley crew not one had been taken, not one had disappeared. The bells rang out their joyous notes, the tin horns blared their discords. Over all the land Christmas reigned supreme, and the old Ideas gazed at one another in speech- less dismay. Then each one realized the truth. They belonged to a bygone century, a century that was dead. A new cyecle had dawned. This was the first Christmas of an infant century and for them, the old, time-worn Christmas ideas, the bells were in very truth ringing out the old, ringing in the new. “Well, I'm in pocket by this,” growled ——— Miser’s-Christmas. “If they don’t want me, I don’t want them.” The last words were indistinet, so swiftly did this ignored Idea dissolve into the fast thinking air. “We'dsbetter meet again next year,” ad- vised Family-Reunions; “they’ll find that they can’t get along without us, without me, at any rate.” The Ghost's groans were merely whis- pered breaths and its clanking chains and creaking bones were heard no more. But Peace-On-Earth, no longer sobbing, moved softly out over the land. “Whether they want me or ne, I will go to them and abide with them.” And so, after all, the last faint sound im the deserted place was a child’s volce, “God bless us all, every one of us.' KATHRYN JARBOR,