How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Years

How Deacon Tubman and
Parson Whitney Kept New
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Title: How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Year's And
Other Stories
Author: W. H. H. Murray
Release Date: July 16, 2005 [EBook #16308]
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How Deacon Tubman and

Parson Whitney Kept New Year's
And Other Stories BY
W.H.H. MURRAY
Illustrated BOSTON
CUPPLES & HURD
_94 Boylston Street_
1888

CONTENTS
How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Year's
The Old Beggar's Dog
The Ball
Who Was He?

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
I
HOW DEACON TUBMAN AND PARSON WHITNEY KEPT NEW
YEAR'S
(Illustrated by THOMAS WORTH)
Vignette Initial--"New Year's, eh?"
"What's the matter with the pesky thing?"

"Miranda belonged to that sisterhood commonly known as spinsters"
Miranda's chirography--"A Happy New Year"
"Ha, none of that, you woolly-coated rogue, you"
"I want to talk with you about the church"
"Tell the folks that you won't be back till night"
"It was found that the parson could steer a sled"
"Little Alice Dorchester begged him to stay"
"Old Jack was a horse of a great deal of character"
"Hillow, Deacon, ain't you going to shake out old shamble-heels
to-day?"
"Jack was going nigh to a thirty clip"
"Go it, old boy!"
Tail piece
II
THE OLD BEGGAR'S DOG
(Illustrated by A.B. SHUTE)
Vignette Initial--"Trusty"
"The old man and his dog were constant companions"
"He was teaching the dog a new trick"
"It was to the honor of the crowd that they hooted the officer roundly"
Tail piece

III
THE BALL
(Illustrated by A.B. SHUTE)
Vignette Initial--"It was evening"
"The Lad began to play"
"The God of Music was there"
"Even the waiters caught the infection"
"The music stopped with a snap"
Tail piece
IV
WHO WAS HE?
(Illustrated by J.H. Snow)
Vignette Initial--"John Norton watched the approaching fire"
"A deer suddenly sprang from the bank"
"Past mossy banks where the great eddies whirled"
"Come ashore--you and your companion"
"The four sat in silence by the fire"
Tail piece

How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Year's

I
[Illustration: Vignette Initial N]
"New Year's, eh?" exclaimed Deacon Tubman, as he lifted himself to
his elbow and peered through the frosty window pane toward the east,
where the colorless morning was creeping shiveringly into sight.
"New Year's, eh?" he repeated, as he hitched himself into an upright
position and straightened his night-cap, that had somehow gone askew
in his slumber. "Bless my soul, how the years fly! But that's all right;
yes, that's all right. No one can expect them to stay, and why should we?
there's better fish in the net than we've taken out yet," and with this
consolatory observation, the deacon rubbed his head energetically,
while the bright, happy look of his face grew brighter and happier as
the process proceeded. "Yes, there's better fish in the net than we've
taken out," he added, gayly, "and if there isn't, there's no use of crying
about it." With this philosophical observation, he bounced merrily out
of bed and into his trousers.
I say Deacon Tubman bounced into his trousers, but, to be exact, I
should say that he bounced into half of them; and, with the other half
trailing behind him, he skipped to the window and, putting his little,
plump, round face almost against the pane, gazed out upon the world.
Everything was bright, sparkling and cold, for the earth was covered
with snow and the clear gray of the early morning spread its rayless
illumination over the great dome, in the fading blue of which a few
starry points still gleamed.
"Bless me, what a morning!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful! beautiful!" he
repeated, as he stood with his eyes fastened upon the east and,
balancing himself on one foot, felt around with the other for that half of
the trousers not yet appropriated. "Bless me, what a day," he ejaculated,
as he saved himself by a quick, upward wrench, from falling from a trip
he had inadvertently given himself in an abortive effort to insert his
foot into the unfilled leg of his pantaloons. "Ha, ha, that's a good un,"
he exclaimed; "trip yourself up in getting into your own trousers, will
you, Deacon Tubman?" and he laughed long and merrily to himself

over his