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J I l L II I I I llll heard a story lately, which l think In very queer!" Robert's self was on my lap, ~his lips were at my ear-- ~'A dreadful, dreadful story--" a sudden, awful pause-- 'Bomebody said the other day there alnt no Santa Claus. "Would you believe it. auntis? They said 'twos all a trick About the tiny reindeer and the visits of Saint NiCk. That all the chimneys were too small, the stoves were all too hot. And lots of JUSt such stu,'f as that, I can't remember what. "'They said that years and years ago, with fire-places wide. And all the doors upon the latch in all the countryside. Both old and young for myths and dreams had quite a pretty passion. But now belief in Santa Claus had all gone out of fashion. "And when I cried that I could prove 'twos all a wicked lie, They only shrugged their shoulders and said I'd better try; I never wlll believe it. I know it can't be true! For if I've never seen him, say, auntie, haven't you?" Ah, yes. my little questioner, quite often in my dreams, Thot~gh when I wake I only see the cold white, still moonbeams; Dozing I often think I hear the sound of horn and hoof, And waking find the elm-tree boughs a tapping on the roof. But I have other reasons than those plai~ to eye and ear For trusting in the story that we hold so true and dear; I never shall outgrow it, nor lose my faith, because The world will never get beyond a need of Santa Claus. --Youths' Companion. THE DAY OF DAYS. A thousand years have come and gone, And near a thousand more, Since happier light from heaven shone Than ever shone before; And in the hearts of old and young A Joy most Joyful stirred. That sent such news from tongue to tongue As ears had never heard. A~d we are glad. and we will Sing, As in the days of yore; Come all. and hearts made ready bring, TO welcome back once more The day when first on wintry earth A .summer change began, And dawning on a lonely birth, uproas the Light of man. --T. T. Lynch. our travelers Who snow-bound "it a ~ E passenger train on ~ | mas Eve speedily became acquainted with each other, and sat about the stove at the end of the car to "talk it over." One of the *men was a drummer, another a cowboy, the third a big cattleman, and the last the mluls- ter who tells the story, TKey finally fell into conversation with a poor wo- man and her t~o children, the 0nly re- maiming passengers, and found that the mother, who had tried to maln~taln herself by sewing since 'her husband's dsath,.was giving up the unequal strug. gie and going home to Iive With "grandma.'" The litt~ threadbare children had been promised a JOyous ChrtS~ there, and when they found that the blockade would prevent their get~lng farther, for the present, they shed bitterly until sleep quieted them. Just before they dropped off the drummer remarked: "Say, paten, we've got to give these children some Christmas." That s what," said the cowboy. ,,T ..... eed" added the cattleman. The up on, and ma says it's too cold to take 'em off." "I've got two pairs of new woolen socks," said the cattleman, eagerly. "I ain't never wore 'era, and you're wel- come to 'era." The children clapped their hands. but their faces fell when the elder re- marked: "But Santa Claus will know they're not our stockings. He'll put in all the things for you." "Lord love you!" roared the burly cattleman. "He won't bring me noth- in'. One of us'll sit up, anyhow, and tell him it's for you." Then the children knelt down on the floor of the car beside their improvised beds. Instinctively the hands of the men went to their heads, and at the first @ords of "Now I lay me." hats were off. The cowbQy stood twirling his hat, and looking at the little kneeling fig- ures. The cattleman's vision seemed dimmed, while in the eyes of the tray- sling man shone a distant look~a look across snow-filled prairies to a warmly lighted home, The children were soon asleep. Then arose the question of presents. "It don't seem to me I've got any- "NOW I LAY ME--" thing to give 'era." said the cowboy, mournfully, "unless the little, kid might like my spurs. I'd give my gun to the little girl, though on general principles I don't like to give up a gun.'* "Never mind, boys," said the drum- mer, "you come along with me to the baggage car." So off they trooped. He opened his trunks and spread before them such an array of trash and trinkets as took away their breath. '"rhere,' said he, "Just pick out the best things and I'll donate the lot!" "No, you don't!" said the cowboy. "I'm going to buy what I want and pay for it, too, or else there ain't goln' to be no Christmas round here." '~I'nat's my Judgment, too," said the cattleman, and the minister agreed. So theysat down to thelr task of se- lection. They spent hours o#er it in tn~eathtess interest, and when their gifts ~were ready there arose the ques- tion of a Christmas tree, It had stop- sno~ing, and tramping out into the moonlit night, they cut down a great piece of sage-bruSh, The mother adorned It with tinsel paper and the gifts were prettily disposed. Christmas dawned for two of the happiest chil- dren under the sun, and a happy moth- er, too, for iodide the big plush album selected for her the cattleman had slipped a hundred~loll~r bill. "~ After Chz'lstm~ As a general thing affectionate fathers and mothers rejoice in the hap- pl~~ of their Children, but the rule ha~ its exceptions. .... ~ Mr, Smart at all given to drink?" lnquf~ a merchant, anxiously, of his e0nfldential clerk. No; indeed! was the decided an- swer. "He never touches a drop. Rut what put such a suspicion into your mind?" ~hy, I noticed that h~ has been two hours late for the last three mornings, and he looks for all the world as if he had been on a regular spree." "Oh, that's all right," said the clerk. "He ~ave his boy a drum for Christ. Agift of a fancy bedecked box of candies is at all times a roost welcome gift;, and as bonbon candies are very ex- pensive to purchase in large quantities and are so easily made,a few recipes for Christmas goodies may be useful to our reaflers. Years ago peo- ple believed that candy was harmful. but that notion was set aside; and it is declared really beneficial--of course. when eaten at the proper time, in proper quantities and made of pure materials. Home-made candies are al- ways pure, the best materials are used and the cost is much less than is paid for the same grade in the stores. It is a nice plan to make your own Christmas candi6s, and you can send boxes away to your friends who will prize things made for them ml~ch more than anythlng bought. To send candies away they should be made to look as dainty and pretty as possible. Fancy baskets can be cheaply bought that will be pretty after the candy is used, and lined wlth waxed paper over a fringed inner lln- ing or some delicate colored tis- sue paper. Iu .l~acking place waxed ~aper between the layers, and when the basket is filled wrap the edges el the lining paper over the top so that the candies are covered, then gather the fringed tissue paper into a rosette, and tie'with baby ribbon. Iu making peanut candy, to every half pint .of shelled and blanched pea- nuts use one cupful each of molasses or sugar. Boil together until the mix- ture Is brittle when dropped into cold water: then stir in the half pint of peanuts before taking from the fire. Pour into buttered pans and mark off into squares or lengths before it cools. Hickory nuts, English walnuts or al- monds may be used in place of pea- nuts. To blanch nuts is to remove the fine skin which covers the nut under the shell. This will easily rub off in pea- nuts, but other nuts reqmre different treatment. After removing the shell cover the nuts with boiling water, and let them stand until the dark skin will easily rub off, then put them into cold water. Dry between towels. | ~ | in the world appreciate | ~ | their holidays bo fully as a __. | the Jackles, writes a re- tired naval o~cer. The life on board a warship is at best very confined and necessarily strict and. severe, There is the suggestion of a prison in the steel walls and narrow quarters and" the regularity of the hours and meals. The life of the jackies is made up almos~ entirely of work with very little play. We learn to enjoy Our Christmases the more when at last they come round, On Christmas, for once in the year at least, all rules, of which there are so many on board a battleship, are thrown to the winds and the Jaekies are given the entire freedom of the ship. The order which is usually giv- en them is that they cau spend the day exactly as they like, and take any lib- erties they choose short of blowing up the ship. It sometimes happens when the ship is in some attractive port that the sailors prefer to spend the .day on land, and they are of course always granted leave of absence. It is sel- dom. however, that the ship is so de- serted that the cabins are not for the time converted into a veritable ponds. monism. There is no formal eelebra. tlon of the day ordered by the gov- ernment. The sailors are simply giv- en their liberty and they do the rest. If a chaplain chances to be on board ~the day is opened with some simple religious services and there the Juri~ diction of the captain may be said to end. ThoUghtful ~anta. Kind old Santa Claus! He brings something even to the bad little boys who go fishing on Sunday.~l~ck. A OHRISTMAS WAIT. ~y Emma Alice Browne. Break in the dreary East, and bring the Light ! Rise, holy Christmas morning! Break and bring The blossom of our hope--the stainless King-- For weary is t~e night! Strange darkness wraps the haggard mountain rim; And worn with failure, spent with grief and loss. From the pathetic shadow of His Cross V~e yearn and cry to Him. Sad pilgrims, burdened with unshriven Sin. Oppressed. and cowering 'neath the chas- tening rod, ~e humbly seek the l~th His feet have trod. And strive to enter In. His anger is so slow--Hie love so great-- The' we have wandered In forbidden ways, Spurned and denied Him. all our fruit- less days, He calls us long and late. We are so poor! Of all the squandered years Wa kring no tithes of oil, or corn, or wine, Nor any offering to HtS spotless shrine, Save penitential tears. We are eo friendless, in our abject need ~Ve can but cry to Him in bitter stress; Yet He will not despise our Dakedneeso Nor break the brUised~ reed. Hard was the lot for His contentment spread; Rough was HIS garb, and rude HIS lent- en fare; In all the earth He ~ad not anywhere To lay @his weary head! His patience is so long, His wrath so slow, ThO' mocked and scoffed, insulted and denied. Beaten wlth many stripes, and crucified, He will no~ bid us go. BY all the angulshe of His laden breast-- The bloody sweat--the sleepless agony-- The pangs and pennanee of Gethsemane-- He giveth the weary rest. Break in the dreary East, oh, morning! Rise, ~Wlth healing in thy holy wings, and bring Fruition of our hope--the promisbd King, And blameless Sacrifice! A sudden pulse o~ waking life we hear Throb in the hush of hollow glade and dell; The hills take up their olden canticle: "Behold! The Dawn is near!" And far against the soft auroral glow. Peak over peak the kindling summits burn; The vales, rejoicing, seem to llft and yearn T~ro' curling mists below. And far along the radiant heights of morn A sudden burst of choral triumph swells, The sweet Te Deum of an hundred bell~-- And lo! "Messiah's born!" And all the burden of our grief and sin Is lifted from our souls forevermore. As humbly knocking at the Master's door He bids us enter In. The Dominie used to complain some- times about the character of the stories the rest of us told. He said they were too economical in their use of the ele- ment of truth. And truth was so cheap, and also so interesting, he would say. We were always ready to admit that l~ was interesting, but were not so free to acknowledge its cheap- ness. Like other exotics it seemed to us expensive. Fiction, being so much more easily produced, appeared to be the true mental provender In the Corn Cob Club, a social institution where we decided questions of great pith and moment by the aid of the civilizing and ennobling influence of tobacco in- ~einerated in cob-pipes. The Dominie had quit smoking when he entered the ministry, but he always said the cobs smelt good, so we had hopes of his reclamation; besides, the air was usu- ally so thick that he absorbed enough t to bring him Up, In a large measure, to the high philosophic plane occupied by the rest of u~ It happened on Christmas Eve that somebody told a story appropriate enough to the season so far as the sub- 'JeCt went, but pall~bly impossible con- sklered as a happening. At least the Dominie said R was, and threatened to tell a Chr~t~as story himself; ahd being ~ by ~the Pr0feesoT., who we~ o~ II~his language, to" btase away," the good man complied as fol- low|: There used to be a young man named Stanwix who was rector of a church at a little town in New Jersey called Appleburg. Very amiable young man. not long tn the ministry, and un- married. Nice-looking chap, too, and a bright fellow, but he had his trials at Appleburg. Mainly it was the wo- men-they thought he ought to marry, and of course they were right. But thinking so wasn't enough for those dear Appleburg ladies; with the true feminine desire to help they resolved to see that he dld marry. But here again they showed a universal femi- nine trait by refusing to combine and work together. They all labored hard enough, but independently, and each with a view to inducing the minister to marry a dtflereht woman. It had been going on thus for some months when Christmas approached. Now of course there isn't much you can give any man for Christmas--slip- ~w "WHY DON'T YOU GET MARRIED?" pers and pipes and shot-guns and slip- pers. And in the case of a parson it's still worse--you've got to drop off the pipes and shotguns, leaving only slip- pers~and slippers. Of course there are book-marks and easy 'thalrs, but the first are trivial and the latter expen- sive; besides, if he is unmarried anu you are of the opposite sex, and in the same state, you will see that you ought to give him something made with your own fair hands, and you can't make an easy chair. So slippers it had to be for the Roy. M. Stanwlx, especially after his landlady had been sounded on the subject and reported that the poor man didn't have a slipper to his name. Well, the result was, of course, that the whole hundred and thlrty-s{x mar- riageable ladies at Appleburg went to work on slippers; and a few of the flock who already had husbands also began slippers, out of the goodness of their hearts, probably, or maybe think- ing that they might be willows some day and might as well have a pair to their credit. The slaughter of plush ~nd embroidery materials was some- thing cyclonic, and the local shoe- maker had to sit up nights pegging on ~oles. Even unfortunate little Jane Wilkinson went at a pair hammer and tongs, though everybody said she hadn't a ghost .of a show. In the first place Jane was too young--her older sister Katharine was conceded to have a right to enter for the contest, but it was universally held that Jane had no right to compete at all. Besides be- ing too young--she was really nineteen or twenty--she was also plain. She might have a certain girlish prettiness, but not the beauty which the wife of so handsome a shepherd as the, Key. Mr. Stanwix should have. Further- more, Jane was in no other way adapt- ed for the positionv-she had been a good deal of a tomboy, and was yet, for that matter; sh~ was frivolous and careless, and was always putting her foot in it. The first time the pastor had called at the Wilkinson house, and while Katherine was entertaining him in the parlor in the most ap- proved and circumspect manner, Jane had blundered in, and inside of five minutes asked him why he didn't get married--all the girls said he ought to. Jane had explained to everybody that she meant it as a Joke, but it had generally been pronounced ill-timed and in bad taste. But poor Jane kept working away on her slippers regardless of the talk Eve~ybody said that "Jane's slipper~ wouldn't fit, or Chat they would both be for one foot, or that she would get the heels sewed on the toe end, or something. Jane finally put on the finishin~ touches and then packed them tn a pasteboard box and tied it with p|nk ~Ibbon. Then she got her other Christmas ~resants ready. "She had a lot of hand- kerchiefs for an aunL and 'a shopping bag for a married sister, and a little knit shawl for her grandmother, and a pair of skates for a boy cousin, and various other things for dlvers other persons, including a fine meerschaum pipe and a pound of his favorite smok- ing tobacco for her brother who was at cbllege, and who wouldn't be home till New Year's. Each thing she care- fully put up in a box or bundle and lald it away. The day before Christmas was a never-to-be-forgotten time ~or the Rev. Mr. Stanwix. Slippers Just came down on him like an Egyptian plague. Along about four o'clock Stanwix got crowded out of his room--slippers piled half way to the ceillng--and had to put a chair out in the hall and sit there with an atlas of the world In his lap writing his Christmas sermon on it. Mighty tough sermon it was, too, and got tougher as the slippers contin- ued to arrive. Fact is, he was getting pretty mad; and every new pair sent his temperature up five degrees. Con- sequently, at ten o'clock he was Just boiling. Of course he couldn't swear, but the way he tramped up and down "that hall and ground his teeth really amounted to the same thing. The arriving slippers now began to fall off. For ten minutes nothing came, and he was Just starting down to ask the landlady if she couldn't put a cot in the hall so he could go to bed, when in came another box. It was from Jane--Just her luck, of course, to be late and strike him when he was all Worked up to the bursting point. But let us draw a yell over the scene right here and leave the poor man alone as he opens Jane's box. It was not more than half-past nine the next morning when the RoY. Mr, Stanwtx mounted the Wilkinson steps and tugged at-tiie door bell. He asked for Jane. It seemed rather queer, but they ushered him into the parlor and sent Jane in. Well, to make a long story short, it wasn't ten minutes until he had the thing all fixed up. He had his chair drawn close up beside her end of the sofa. "Jane," he was saying, "I've loved you ever since the first day I saw you, but I never knew It until I opened your box." "Then you liked them, did you? I'm so g~ad." murmured Jane. "I should say I did! Why, it's one of the finest meerschaums I ever saw,' and that tobacco used to be my favor- Ite brand at college. But, Jane, how did you know I used to smoke, and was dying to begin again?" Jane had stopped breathing at the word meerschaum. Now she caught "MOVED INTO THE HALl," her breath, and for once in her life rose to the occasion'and didn't put her foot in it. She simply looked up at him and smiled demurely. "Oh, I guessed it," she said. "It was the best guess you ever made. I should have died last night' amidst that awful landslide of slipPers if I hadn't smoked about halt of that tobacco. I mean to keep On smoking now--that is, if you don't 'object, dear?" Jane scored again. " rather like the smell o! go0~ to- bacco," she sald.--Saturday Evening Post. Only Pr~mJ~l~nt Withe#at am "L" President Rqosevelt is the tint OC- cupant of the White HOU~e in name the letter "a'~ does not appear. Not only has that letter ap~ared in the names of all prev~ou~ President~, but also in the namesuf nearly one of the 61 Americans Who ceiVed votes for P~ident in th~ ~ toral college down, to Wlll|~m ~. Bryan. There are only eight ex~- tlons to this rule.