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Cardiff Sketches and Romances—No 37. By J. PURCELL. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. It wanted a iew day? to Christmas, and the Rev. Evan James sat before a comfortable tire in his parlour, dfectic.n:nely looking at that recently published volume of his own sermons and thinking how good he was. The Reverend Mr. James was at peace with the world, or tried t) think sa. rIne, now and again his th3ughts would go back it few years to a painful event which had for it time disturbed his domestic happiness, but all such thoughts were easily- Qnven a way by :1 contemplation of the deli¡¡¡-ht- fed book in his hands. Mr. James was convinced that in that deplo- rable affair he had acted like a man and a minister of the Gospel, and was inclined to grumble a gocd deal at tiie inconvenient reaches of memory which would bring back before his eyes the whole 8cene, and for a momenc startle his conscience with the thought that his conduct on the occasion had bsen harsh and unnatural. But sncl:1 could not really bave been the case, for had his conduct not been approved hy the other ministers of his acquaint.mce" Hi" daughter had brought disgrace on the oarish and on himself by osien- tatiousiy visiting a vile play-house, which had be in recently set up in the neighbourhood. She hed gone further-so far, indeed, that no father could have been expected to bear with such conduct on he part of a daughter. But we had better she the story from the begin- ning. I In the parish of Craig, where Mr. James's cbapei was situated, a trayellingshowman had, with the connivance of the local authorities, liet up a wooden theatre, aud straight away Mr. James assumed the role of prophet, and declared tha" unless the devilish thing were removed at once the iir-es of Sodom aud Gomor- rah woulc1 descend upon the land. He denounced the actors as the devil's commercial travellers, and called the actresses painted Jezebels. Now. one member of his congrega- tion, at least, did not believe in these senti- ments, and that gentleman very ostentatiously- got up and left the church in the midst of Mr. James's remarks. This action was the more galling to the paster because the gentleman in question. 1fr. Thomas Lloyd, was engaged to his daughter, and all the congregation knew it. But worse was to come. On the following evening a per- formance of "East Lynne" was announced, and Mr. Lloyd and the pastor's daughter entered theatre before 1 he rise of the curtain, and took their seats in the front row of the stalls. More than this. When the manager, at the er.d of the eerformance, referred to the perse- cution of which he was being made the vic- tim, Mr. Lloyd applauded him very warmly. Miss James retnrned home to face a terrible encounter with her father. Som-e pious person had already told him that, in company with her lover, she had that evening visited the "den of infamy and h. holy wrath was roused to the highest pitch. "And where have yon been until this late hour of the night?" he asked in tones the 3iildness of which belied the steely glitter in lis eye. "I've be?n with Tom, father." "With Tom f Did I not forbid you to speak to that son of Satan again?" "Yes. father; but, yon know, I am engaged to him. We are, indeed, as good as married. and when he asked me to go with him I could not refuse. "And where did you go?" "I would rather not to tell you, father; Tom recommended me not to do so. You see, as we are to be married in a couple of months, I must give in to his wishes." "And your father's wishes count for nothing— your lather who tended you when you were a little one, and educated you when you grew older." "Year wishes count for a good deal, father, but even fo>' your sake I cannot renounce my whole future; and I do think you have been so uncharitable to these poor people at the theatre. "You are. I see, ready to play the part of derii's advocate. It is a wonder that Tom. as yon caB hiIr. does not invite you to pay a visit to Satan to apologise to that gentleman for the many severe things I say of him—one thing is as bad as the other. "I cannot agree with you. father. I don't think there was anyone in the theatre to-night who did not come away the better for having been there." Mr. James so far had kept up a, show of ministerial calmness, but all the time his hands were working nervously behind his back, and the daughter saw that he was at any moment prepareu to break out into a violent temper. "And you acknowledge to my face that you have been to the theatre, you. my daughter, who ought to be an example to the whole parish? In the face of the advice I gave to my flock on Sunday yon associate yourselves with rogues and vagabonds." "I was in good company, father. On one side of me was Dr. Pearse and his wife, on the other Mr. Jones, the magistrate; the very be-t people in the town were in the theatre." "And the daughters of the minister*?" "Yes. father; I saw the rector and his; two daughters, and they seemed to enjoy the play very much." "What have I to do with that frivolous man? How dare you mention his name to me?" "You asked me, father. I did not want to say anything about it. but I do think if Miss Ellison is going to hell I don't know what Heaven was made for." It would take too long to record this conver- Nation to the end. It would even be painful to pat into print the thunderbolts that fell from Mr. James's lips as soon as he threw off the cloak of mildness with which he began the con- versation. It will be sufficient to say that he Save his daughter the option either of renounc- ing her lover or of leaving the house for ever. She left the house. Anticipating something of the kind, she had already made arrangements to live with one of her betrothed's relatives until her marriage should take place. Mr. James had not anticipated this decision, and his wrath when he found his daughter had left the house was in no measure abated. Tom Lloyd was employed as cashier by one of the leading members of Mr. James's congregation- a man after his own heart. one who. if he had his way, would banish every bit of gaiety oat of the world. With fiery footsteps Mr. James made his way to this man'a .private residence. This damghter had defied him; he would now show her which was the stronger. Tom Lloyd had insulted him in the presence of his congregation, and Tom Lloyd, in the interests of morality, should now be made an example cf. The resnlt of this in- terview between the two bigots was that Tom Lloyd, with a month's wages in his pocket, was tent out of his office. But Tom was not a man to be beaten easily. He had saved some money, and, having confidence in his own ability to find another place, he married the pastor's f daughter off-hand. For pure revenge he had the ceremony performed by the rector of the Established Church. Then. after a short honey- moon, he quitted Craig, and for some years now the pastor had heard nothing of him. But at the moment when he was complacently admiring his new volume the postma.n knocked, and the servant brought him a letter. This is what it said: — My dearest father,—It is now a, long time lince I have heard from you directly, but, all the lame, I have found means during these many years to assure myself that you are well. A great calamity has befallen me, father. My poor husband has met with an accident to his eyes, and is unable to follow his work. When I tell you that you have Ave grandchildren you will understand that we have not been able to save much money and now, on the eve of Christmas, are in the greatest straits. You will remember, father, that my poor mother left a couple of hundred pounds, which was to be given to me when I got married. As you know, I have never received a penny of it, and now, in my need, I ask you to send part of it, at least. Tom does not know I'm writing to you. but I'm sure you will now forget the past, and send me even a small sum.—Your affectionate daughter, Mary." For fully five minutes Mr. Jamea kept this epistle in his hand. There was no softening of the face, nothing to show that he had been in the least moved. Then he took an envelope, placed the newly received note inside, and directed it to Mr. Tom Lloyd. After which he tnrned to his book once more, and began to read for the twentieth time his excellent ser- mon on charity. A few weeks after this a bazaar was held in the Craig Town-hall for the benefit of the alteration fund of Mr. James's chapel. One of the great attractions was to be a phonograph, which was then a. great novelty. This wonder- ful machine had been lent by a gentleman from London, who had somehow got to hear of the bazaar, and Mr. James was, of course, truly grateful. But had he known that the machine had come there through the instrumentality of his son-in-law, Tom Lloyd, he might have sus- pected something. An operation on Tom's eyes had given him back the use of his sight, and he had now ;,1, good post with the phonOir,1,ph com- pany. There were a large number of cylinders, but lifter a little, it was generally noticed that lveryone wanted to hear No. 25, which was the old Christmas carol, "Hark, the herald angels Jing." There was a tremendous rush to hear this, and Mr. James, like the rest, wanted to hear. His friends tried to dissuade him, but he persisted. This is what he heard:— "The singer of this carol is Mrs. Tom Lloyd, the daughter of the pastor of Mount, Paradise Chapel, Craig. This pious gentleman, though he holds two hundred pounds of her money, refused to send a penny to keep his daughter from starving at Christmas. Oh. Mr. James is & holy man!" Then the song was given, and the pastor recognised the voice. When he I I dropped the tubes and looked rourvi wilh, blanched cheeks, and fiery eyes, every one bad! left the hall, and the bazaar ha-i to be aban- j doned. After this, too. there was a great falling off in the number of worshippers at Mount Para dise ChapeL and Mr. James had tà resign. Mr. LJoyd brought, an action against him for the recovery cf his wife's money, and won hiacase. It must be stated that Mrs. Lioyd never knew the purposes to which the phonograph cylinder was put., and when later on her father applied to her for assistance, she forgave the past, and responded with true generosity.

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