Youngstown News, 1902-12-19

              THE YOUNGSTOWN NEWS. VOL. XXII. YOUNGSTOWN, N. Y., FRIDAY. DECEMBER 19, 1902. NO. 46. Caros og Yuleride CANTIQUE DE NOEL. 0 holy night! the stars are brightly shin- It is the night of our dear Saviour's „— birth! . lay the world in sin and error pining,Till He appeared, and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices.For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees! Oh hear the angel voices! 9 9 9 1 Calm on the list'ning ear of night, Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver mantled plains. Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. CALM ON THE LIST'NING EAR OF NIGHT. O night divine! 0 night when Christ was born! Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love, and His Gospel is peace; Chains shall He break, for the slave "is our brother, And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymn of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name, Christ is the Lord! then ever, ever praise we; His power and glory evermore proclaim! 9 9 9 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, "Peace to the earth, good will to men, From Heaven's eternal King!" Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born; And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. Peter and the Green Men BY FREDERICK M. SMITH PETER sat looking out of the window wondering what he should do without a Christmas tree, for his mother had said that there was little chance of St. Nicholas coming that year, and what was the use of having a tree when there was nothing to put on it. They lived in the great Thuringian forest, near the high little village of Igelshieb. Peter's father was dead and the grandmother was ill, so that the mother had to earn bread for all, though Peter helped. In summer he hunted balsam roots like the other village folks. And now here it Avas the day before Christmas, and Peter had been told that instead of thinking of a Christmas tree he must be thankful if there was enough black bread to go round. He was thankful, but he could not help wishing for a tree. He looked at the grandmother huddled by the fireside. Hilda, the baby, was playing on the floor, and his mother was making a bundle of balsam roots. This she gave to Peter. "You are to take these to the village and give them to the doctor in exchange for medicine," said she, "and be sure you hurry back, for there will be a snowfall by night." Peter took his wooden shoes from the oven, where they had been warming,and as he put his blue stockinged feet into them the good warm wood made him smile. Then he clumped out into the road, and stood for a moment looking up at the great black fir trees all laden with twinkling snow crystals, and back into the forest he looked where the snow carpet lay white and the tree trunks cast blue weird shadows. He never ceased to regard the forest with awe and wonder, for the foxes ran in it and the wild deer hid in its depths; above all, did not his grandmother tell of the queer little Green Men who lived in the ground, and who sometimes appeared to children?The cold suddenly brought him back to himself. He blew into his fingers, and off he went up the road to the village.The snow was well trodden. Just as he got to the place where the road goes past the big rocks and the everrunning spring he heard somebody call "Peter!" He stopped and looked around, but never a soul did he see in all the forest. Yet he was sure he had heard a voice, a thin, small voice, and the thought that there was some one near who could see him, but whom he could not see, set his heart a-thuinpin:: with fear, so he started off again, and if he had walked fast before you can imagine that he made good time now. "Hi! Peter!" said the voice again, and this time he saw on .the hillside above him a little man t beckoning. Near by were two other little men trying to drag a tree. It was a small tree, but it was too big for the little men, who were no higher than Peter's knee. All these men were old and were clothed in green. As Peter looked at them his eyes opened very wide and his fear left him, so that when they all beckoned again he floundered toward them through the snow. "Peter," said the spokesman, "just help us with this tree, will you? It's a Christmas tree, and we can't get it home." Now Peter was a wise lad for his years, and he had not listened to his grandmother's tales for nothing.. He knew that these were the wonderful Green Men and that it paid to be polite to them. But being a German he was cautious. "Where do you live?" asked he. "At the bottom of the spring," said the Green Man, "but the Avay to get there is through this hole at the foot of the old fir." "Well," said Peter, "if one has the luck to have a Christmas tree it's a pity that one shouldn't get it home, so I'll help." "You push," said the Man, "and we'll pull. Now!" With the three pulling and Peter pushing they managed to get the tree into the ground, though when he stopped to think of -it, it was funny that so big a tree should go into so small a hole. Peter was puffing and his shoes were full of snow, but he sat down to empty them and looked ruefully at the place where the Green Men had disappeared. Suddenly one of them popped out of the hole. "It's all right," said he; "we are able to manage. Thank you for helping us, and a merry Christmas to you." Peter laughed. "That is as may be," said he, "but with the grandmother ill and no money in the house there is liti tie chance for merriment." ■"Cheer up," said the Green Man, "and here is a groschen for you. Now we shall see what you will make of it. Adieu." The Green - Man walked back into the hole, and Peter was left alone in the quiet forest; it seemed stiller than ever now. He looked hard at the groschen in his hand. He had heard about groschens that came from the Green Men, though he had never known anybody who had one. They were said to be very lucky, and if a man got one he was made for life, for as often as he spent it he found another in his pocket, provided that he had spent the last for some good thing. The more Peter thought the more he believed that he had just such a groschen, and with his fingers tight around it he again set off for the village. He knew very well what he would buy first. At Herr Keibel's store was a humming top that he had long coveted. As soon as he could he did his errand at the doctor's and then turned his steps toward the store. Sure onough, there in the window lay the top, but there by its side was a Japanese doll with slanting eyes and a queer, long gown. It, like the top, cost a groschen. Peter knew that Hilda, the baby. wanted a doll. He stood on one leg and then he stood on the other. He looked at the doll and then he looked at the top. He was in two minds what to do, for he knew that his groschen alight be the wonderful sort he had heard about. Should he buy the doll and risk finding another piece of money for the top, or should he buy to the top and leave the doll to chance? Finally he said to himself, "If I buy the doll and do not find another groschen I shall have to go without the top, but I should be ashamed to buy the top and then have nothing to give to Hilda, for have I not been told that at Christmas one must give to others and not think of himself?" So he made a dash for the steps, and when he came out Herr Keibel had the groschen and Peter the doll. Every one knows that this was the right thing to do; Peter knew it, too, but when he had gone a little distance he stopped and very softly felt in his pocket. Now you think, of course, that he found another groschen immediately. Not a bit. And if you are disappointed I am afraid Peter was, too, for though he examined all his pockets he found nothing. Every now and then on the way home he tried a new search and just before he went into the house he took off his jacket and shook it, but not a glimmer of money did he see. "Well," said he, "it is plain that the groschen was not so lucky as I thought, but anyway, I'm glad I got the doll for Hilda." And with his best foot foremost into the house he went. The room to Peter was strangely light. The mother was bustling about, and Hilda sat on the floor with a big doll in her arms, while there in the chimney corner was a great tree; candles glowed on its boughs, silver threads glittered in the candle light, and tiny balls of green and red and gold glistened among the leaves. There was a heap of nuts and cakes and apples at the bottom, and upon the heap was a humming top. Peter opened his eyes, I can tell you. "Did you meet the man?" said his mother. "What man?" "Why, the forester from the castle," said she; "he drove up just a little while ago and brought in these. I was for telling him that he had made a mistake, but he said, 'This is where Peter Shuman lives, isn't it? Then this is the place to leave the tree,' and he went off. But you must have met him, for he has just gone." Then Peter laughed, for he knew a thing or two himself. "It was not the king's forester," said he, "but the Green Man who lives at the bottom of tno spring by the big fir." Then he told his tale. " 'Tis true, 'tis true," said the grandmother; "it was the Green Man." "Pooh!" said the mother, "it was the forester from the castle, and it was the princess who sent the things; as for the Green Man, you must have dreamed it." "That is as it may be," said Peter, "but here is the doll that I bought with the groschen given me by the Green Man. and a lucky groschen it was, too." Well, his mother could make no answer to that. And, besides, everybody knows that the old grandmother was right, and that the little people still live in Thuringia in the great dark forests and show themselves now and again to boys and girls who are unselfish.—Woman's Home Companion. PETER," SAID THE SPOKESMAN, "JUST HELP US WITH THIS TREE, WILL YOU?" Their Christmas Gifts. "I thought it better to get you something useful,'' said Mr. Dossill to his wife, "so I have bought you a couple of good brooms for your Christmas present." '"That was very thoughtful of you, my dear," replied Mrs. Dossill. "I share your ideas, and have bought you a good strong coal-scuttle for you to carry up fuel fronr*the cellar in." WHAT CHILDREN CAN MAKE FOR CHRISTMAS 3 By I. 0. Lennart, £ T j y HE making of gifts that are really pretty is not always easily done. Numberless pres"£" cuts can be made from paper, paints, ribbons, cardboard, tacks and boards, but one must admit that ingenuity in arranging these properties counts for more than the mere selection of materials. These can be pul together in such a clumsy and careless manner that they will have absolutely no pleasing quality, and then again, II proper care is taken in. their arrange ment they will form an article that is genuinely artistic. So almost entirely upon the ingenuity of the child, upon its cleverness in putting things together neatly, will depend the effectiveness of the following articles, though to be sure none of them are difficult to make. Since, then, the presents must be inexpensive, easily made and pretty, we will first consider a poster calendar, representing a fireplace on Christmas Eve, a present which fulfils these three requirements. To begin with, secure a piece of cardboard nine inches long by six inches wide, and cover this entirely with bright green paper. Then a short distance from the bottom of this paste a piece of red paper four inches long by three and one-half inches wide. On this latter mark off bricks with ink, and at its top paste a piece of blue, purple or gold paper for a shelf. A piece of black paper two by two and one-half inches or two by three inches pasted upon the brick' marked piece will serve to represent a fireplace. If a number of tiny stockings can be fastened to the mantel they will add much to the appearance of the calendar. A border of gilt threeeighths of an inch wide finishes off the edge, and a small calendar pasted above the fireplace completes the whole. The gilt can be bought at any art store for ten cents a pan, and is easily put on by means of water and a brush. This Christmas calendar is a present that the child can give to any member of the family, with the certainty that it will be appreciated. Blotters are always useful gifts. Pretty covers can be made for these of water color paper decorated with ink bottles upright or overturned, pens or quills, or with tables covered with letters and papers. Or if a decoration of a different kind is desired, the designs shown for the book-marks, worked out in colors, could be taken as patterns. Envelopes, fastened one above the other by means of narrow ribbon, can take the place of memorandum books. Six envelopes fastened together in this manner, with the names of the days in the week upon them, will prove a very useful gift to a busy society woman who can never remember all her engagements. Newspaper clippings, re- cipes and the like kept in these envelopes would be sure to be easily found when wanted. The manner in which these are put together, and s-uggestions for decorations for them, are shown in the two illustrations alsovci. Envelopes so arranged make an arth-7e both for use and for ornatfient. They are intpurled tn banc uno,n ths w.iU. SOME DAINTY BOOK-MABKS. HOW ENVELOI-ES MAY BE UTILIZED. STATE NEWS. Arsenic in Kiebl's Body. Professor E. M. Charnot, of Cornell University, has made a report of his examination of the viscera of William Kiehl, of Preble, whose body was disinterred on suspicion that he was poisoned. The report says that there was arsenic enough in the viscera to cause death. Kiehl was said at the time to have died of pneumonia, but the post-mortem examination of the body showed no trace of lung disease. Kiehl died last February. On the night of September 19 last, his brother, Adam Kiehl, died suddenly, under much similar circumstances. Mrs. Kiehl.widow of William, was arrested on suspicion of having poisoned Adam, because he did not return her affections for him. No evidence could be produced against her, however, and she was not held. By this time the suspicions of the authorities had become aroused as to the cause of William's death, and his body was disinterred. The report, which is in the hands of Coroner E. M. Santee, of Syracuse, says that liver, spleen, kidneys, intestines and lungs contain arsenic in large quantities. Undertaker W. M. Earl, of Tully, says that he used no embalming fluid on the man. Seneca Indians in a Row. The Seneca Nation of Indians Is mixed up in a row over the recent biennial election held on the Cattaraugus and Allegany Reservations. At the time it was announced that there was a big contest on between two factions, the People's Party, or anti-Hoag faction, and the Hoag, or Republican ticket. The election was carried on on both reservations, but the regular inspector on the Cattaraugus Reservation refused to act, and the polls were not opened until 3 p. m.. when other inspectors were sworn in. The clerk of the Sereca Nation claims that the inspectors neglected to file with him a certificate showing the number of votes cast. The inspectors claim that the certificate was mailed to the clerk of the Nation on the morning of the sth of November. The inspectors refuse to make another certificate and the National Board of Canvassers can* not make a canvass of the vote of the two reservations and announce the result. The old officers are to hold office until successors are elected. Luther R. Marsh's Will. The will of the late Luther R. Marsh; the well-known lawyer and spiritualist, who died recently at Middletown, and bequeathed the bulk of his property to John J. Huyler, the husband of the medium at whose home his last years were spent, was admitted to probate by Surrogate Howell. Objection had been filed by Douglass A. Stewart, of New York City, which was heard. Stewart claimed to be an adopted son of Marsh, and alleged that the will offered for probate did not express the wishes of the testator. It was further alleged that Marsh was of unsound mind, and not capable of making a will for some time prior to his death, and that a previous will, naming Stewart as legatee, was the real will. The contestant failed to prove his allegations, and the Surrogate decided ir favor of the Huyler will. New Head of Soldiers' Home. Captain Joseph E. Ewell, of Buffalo, has been elected Commandant of the New York State Soldiers' and Sailors' Home, at Bath, by the Board ol Trustees of that institution on the twenty-third ballot. There were sixteen candidates for the place. Captain Ewell is a Civil War veteran, a lawyer and a law partner of State Senator L'aughlin, of Buffalo. On the twentythird ballot Ewell received six votes, and Roland B. Dennis, of Auburn, three votes. It was thought at the Home that Otis H. Smith, of Bath; M; M. Conklin, of Elmira, or Chief of Police Cleary, of Rochester, would be elected. Appointed by the Governor. Governor Odell has appointed A. Bai>- ton Hepburn, of New York City, as one of the commission to examine Into judicial delay in New York and Kings counties, to till the vacancy caused by the declination of William F. King, who is unable to serve by reason of business requirements. Governor Odell has also appointed William M. V. Hoffman, of New York City, to the vacancy' on the Board of Visitation for the Manhattan State Hospital, caused by the resignation of Isaac N. Seligman. W. J. Youngs Resigns His State Office. William J. Youngs has resigned as Deputy State Banking Superintendent. He assumes the duties of United States District Attorney for the Eastern District of New York. He will locate in Brooklyn, the district comprising Long Island and Staten Island. George E. Skinner, of Bainbridge, Second Deputy State Superintendent of Insurance, and George S. Leonard, of Syracuse, a State Bank Examiner, are candidates to succeed Mr. Youngs. The salary is .$4OOO. Shielded Woman, He Says. Sylvanus Gildcrsleeve, at Poughkeepsie, pleaded guilty to one of the five indictments for stealing jewels from Vassar College students, and was sentenced to three years in State prisou. His attorney told the court that Gildersleeve had told him that the articles were stolen by a woman employed in the college, who gave them to him to pawn. He refused to divulge the woman's name. All Around the State. The city of Geneva will lose $1200 as the result of a blunder in the assessment of a railroad. Cattaragus County Supervisors have voted $100 for the improvement of the county park at Little Valley. Elmer Ridley, a farmer, thirty-five years old, living near Newark, while delive-:"~ nilk Avas struck by a train and instantly killed £An Independent Re- $ } publican Paper. J The Nativity. ? The Brightest and Best J J County Paper. f $1.00 Per Year in Advance, f \ Advertising Bates on Application, a