. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. â ^^^v.,r California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. (5om!5ir0mUttte» [For the Camfoiinia AtiiacuLTCRlsr.) A CHRISTMAS STORY, FOUNDED ON TRUTH. BY NELL TAN. ?,^I*KT was CHRISTMAS EVE IN Minnesota. The snow-eovered Jd earth reflected the pale inoon- Is'^liiSf '^^"i^>*' while the merry tinkle 1 '^ijj,®^ of passing sleigh-bells fell cheeriugly on the ear ut intervals. A gronp of young people were gathered around the blazing hearthstone-in sood Aunt
. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. â ^^^v.,r California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. (5om!5ir0mUttte» [For the Camfoiinia AtiiacuLTCRlsr.) A CHRISTMAS STORY, FOUNDED ON TRUTH. BY NELL TAN. ?,^I*KT was CHRISTMAS EVE IN Minnesota. The snow-eovered Jd earth reflected the pale inoon- Is'^liiSf '^^"i^>*' while the merry tinkle 1 '^ijj,®^ of passing sleigh-bells fell cheeriugly on the ear ut intervals. A gronp of young people were gathered around the blazing hearthstone-in sood Aunt Myra's sitting-room, engaged in telling sto- ries. Beside the chimney hung stockings of various sizes; for what is Christmas to the wee ones without " Santa Clans " and stock- ings for him to fill. Glance at the group sitting there in the firelight, with their shadows thrown upon the white ceiling: A bright-eyed, fair-haired boy lounged on the rug, with one arm around his favoriteâa black-and-tan terrierâand his oth- er resting on the shoulder of black-eyed Georgie, his cousin from California, who had come to pass the winter at Aunt Myra's. She was a tall, rosy-cheeked gypsy, with hair like a raven's wing clustering about a broad, in- tellectual brow. Her teeth were like pearls, and her full, cherry-like lijjs were ever ready to kiss or laugh, as the occasion offered. Laura and Fanny came nextâthe one, a roguish,brown-eyed puss, and the other state- ly and reserved, her cold grey eyes and queenly brow demanding homage from all by her apparent intellectual superiority. Jenny was there, a little fairy, sitting on a footstool at Aunt Myra's feet with her head in her lap, looking from one to the other and calling for more stories in every lull iu the conversatitrn. It was Georgie's turn, they all said, as Aunt Myra stirred the fire and tossed on another log. " Yes, Georgie's turn," said Will, snap- ping his thumb and finger in the direction of his cousin
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