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Ealwening the Childless welts
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Bo d,,:,d toucle the Bowen sofe in the queried POwen in if weery oeiee. •eNot
bY one the families earne. No (me bora ilea their elithirce in iee help f" I
fear of disOlosing hidden treaseres another thing lio-night. We're, going A CHRISTMAS STORY
' 1 CONRRVATION CONFECTIONS
ley Petite Brown KirkWeed, Red (longer ked bellied every iisoic 1-0 crePP into bed till* very minute, Approve( by Ballade 009c1 Be.rd,
11,), the ea.se. Nigetly lioweo jabbed I'm dog tired. Toemorrow we'll
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. .....---e , taps, loeg ago; one stile eohl rage ,
Tile Betwene Were ehiltilefie. le 'WOO and retold the tale of the annual on- foot of 13111 teorearae hobby hone or The teteplame bell jingled. ft was SoInSI 01109herdfi were out me the hil
net that they believed in risco S1110140, ' sigeght of thankfulnese nett foor the handle ot Tore 1Vierrison's ex- DileTsroiSyo,niiowen, you end the minim silo woctiutc1V:dg btylieuirberlilgele4sisigvlanwtrov1
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They were devoted to all the yonng- : *leek found Mrs, Bowen cotting out Press wagon, concealed for the time '
eters who flame fheir way, Anyone pictures for the al.eopy Teorepson.beneath the bed, still alp 7 Well, get on your bonnets cL1107dloeoeubuont.dtotilvelnli,toeptditea Illii.enaglellop.efhtoltue.
paseing their yard on a bright summer twins (released. from their dnily nap In time, also, the Tflowon Attie And shawls and join the crowd, We're
. , day, love,, would bulro gnawed that for the day) and Mr. Bowen blowing canio to- resemble a cross between all geing around to visit each others, laineardoei eip'oeiltiee teoeyienfleiagilitatosna/ace: bot the
bfW a113400beYs awl gir1 04°k° rings, 'ri'lli the Leonard's evrgreen - forest and ts,„. carnival. Christmas igees, , Aw, .come on,
"Fear noti for boated, I brine you
';,,a beneetb the'lloWeir trees belonietel in ! second 'and the IVIorriSoh's fourth :Peer big Christsifas trees stood 'ex- Whet's the platter. with, you ? It'll
1.' neaely hall a doaen other hOniee la tee , perched one on either kriee, Pectently in 'the middle of -the tiger, do you geed, We want to give you glad 1IdlOgS of great Joy, for unto yen
neighborhood. et foiellied that Nntiffee Now evening' had oozed mid two hedged about by boxes Of red and two forlorn:folks a teste of whet it is barn this. dee, in the eify of Devid,.
.1, in planninr-the divisloo Of the next fagged, 'childless individuals had green and geld balls ,nrid ynrds , and means to have children at Chris tmee a SIXVIOUrp . W1110 Is Chalet the Lord,
1 • generation Met forgot the Bowenti, ' seated themselves at their faVorite yaeds and yards oe gilt and elver time!" ' ' .. •teillinclutlfillislasitiiiitiol lbite0.d2.0 sNivernapuvl inottowaYcle.
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r, •• . For years the llowens had imee the table, each turning to the individual tinsel. lifvery nook and corner of the BOWell pushed, the reeeiver into•ite
' oleleete ot the neighborbood'S holiday diversion welch gave nerves opporhouse held mysterious packages 1n holder and stood- loolcing at the dling 01Altes, lYihg.in a mengol',"
I .-• ympathy. 'lTie overflow et feeling 10 tunity for relaxation before seekiug ' originni evrappiegs. •• 'Chiffonier instrument .as if it were the source And seddenlY there was with the
drawers swelled with .cloll clressee and a hia troubles, Then he Mailed from angel e exeltite" et the heelrehl'i
their Menet stetted 111 iteout the week bad 11t on earlY, hour, host, Praleing Cod and singirtg "Glory
eielforeellifekegivingaied trom that day For` p Whole month the neighbor,. eats, new ehoes, baby , eattles and, it eletelattinedly,
• etil elm New Yenn had arrived slloh heed 'attuned to a, semi -normal state, brea.c.heroue jumping 'jgelts, When eititt'e irl " he ene uncel cif te Clod in the hieboat and on earth
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e pee Jae. Imilie of eorefinseration he, ilmoldest..cf the Morrisons cast Susan Leonard's..roiniature playhouse, you dont mind I think I'd liko to tell Pence, getkl will towera Mork."
otOvred•upon,thein that the Bowens all knowing friapcee at the elders in the furnished coreplebely from pallor to- • you eight now whet e have for your .¼nc1 when the angel,- wore Lone from
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i. bet arataed no -highways 0.11(1 took to groep willie the teen prattled of attic, and Bill Joedan's enodern telt!' Christmas present. . I've Made arethem into heaven the liepherde Raid
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the' elleYs and the rear glitee. From Santa Claus end his expected visit. nel with river beds and lookouts and rangements"—he panied—"don't say to one anotherLet 1113 go to 33ethle-
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• Sammie' sealed:Until about Octobele Father IVIorrison, tree to role, always revolving lights atrivect, the'dOor to a word until I've finishede-e've made hero
lniestnaths:eohtheloshoolvlailt'' made ready to
firs', no one . le the neighborhood winked eppreetatively and. Mother the spare bedroom upstairs was arrangements to adopt the cutest lee, 11
eeemed to mind the cbildlessness of Morrison carefully reseed her fore- opened, the two boxes pushed in ancl tie altie-eYed girl you ever saw, but go to find the King, and one took some
the Bewails. It anyone thouglit of it fingee to her lips .and phook her head the key carefully tweet!. There was she can't get here' until tomorrow homemade cheese, and another had a
at all, it was to consider it a con- in warning. This meant that the romn for no oneto enter, evening. The thought came . to me loaf of barley bread and a handful Of
dried fruit.
vonioace, i e Holiclay Spirit bad stairted on his "There -are the coal bisi, and the that everarib IVIorrison brought Jack's
. Now, there was a little girl out on
"You won't mind keeping Billie and annual dash and was clue to spring hayloft lef t," remarked Bowen face- engine—and—'why--why what— hillside watching, She had come
Mary alto- school until I eau get back into the neighborhood at any mo:. tiously. '"Who., cares for a quiet what's the matter? I thought you'd awn_h
from" the city; will you?" queried. little ment. - smoke in his eNVII house, anyway!" like--" • • itherahe faitiltlir setonguathrde -wondrousthehsep,
Mrs; Jordan of Mrs. Bowen just as Three weeke before Christmas he ' , There' resnained two days before "0 Dan!" Mrs, Bowen was laugh., II
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regularly as elmening day came. "I 'arrived at the BoWen door .in the the Momentous day. No . Leon- ing, while unbidden and '.:unwonted heavci viiiion. When the shepherds
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.'...! don't like to ask Mrs. Morrison for she person of Mas. Thompson. There ara etre& Thompson era Jordon tears. stole down -her -qh,eelia. "Dan
took their gifts and wentdown the
ot her own, you know," came a staccato knock and befeeeNar Morrison offspring was per-- you, dear old (ove! Like It! You're 1111151)10 she followed them.
Mrs. Brown krtew. She kept the Mrs. Bowen had thneeto pat her Mitted to poke its nose beyond late! I'll tell you what I've got for 'Boon the shepherds reached the
hillside etable and there they stopped
you, too, Dan. I've made arrange -and offered their humble gifts.
eyed boy you ever laid eyes upon, but
met to adopt the darlingest brown-011)1
child was unhappy, She looked
et her empty brown hands and a sob
he can't get here until to -morrow
came to her throat. She had come so
afternoon. That was the notion that
came to me on Thanksgiving night-
far, but how could she go in to wor-
You said the beginning ;sounded good. ship this Infant King when she had no
How cities the end sound?
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, The shepherds bared their heads and tine° beating until of a consistency to I water, Remove from fire, add butter
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For jest a seeond Dan and Nan
, keep Rs shape when drOA w
opped axed I and beat until thick and creamy. Pour
Bowen stood looking,intently at each silently entered tho lowly stable.
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Too iiaper. Nuts or flans may be added , into greased pan and mark in squares
th
oer. Then with one accordlittle girl crept near to the door and
they when nearly done. i whert nearly cool,
opened their arins,..,
"Dan!" cried Mrs. Bowen.
"Nan!" exeldimed Bowen, fervent -
Morrison's five regularly. Also the stray locks int place, Mrs. Thome- the Beaten kitchen. Mrs. Bowen, be
Leonard's three and the Phi:meson's son slipped into the room and thrust teen •answers to the doorbell, was
two. The little recital that went with two long, pasteboard boxes on to the making 11u candles and caltete her
each request was the same in each in- nearest chair. The pupils of hex eyes enema ,eonthibutioe to the Chrletnkae
stance, extent in the case of Mrs. were big with excitement and she boards cif, the 1.eurahouseholde. The
Thompsom-who always added sweet-
ly: ' _
II , "You know, I don't mind asking this'
1 :' • favor of you for 'children are such a
' notelty when one hasn't a houseful of
one's ,own I "
It was only after the calendar had
slipped past October _first and the
plum puddings were stored Away and
the price list of turkeys was being
scanned, that tha jordens, the Mor -
remits, the Leonards tual,the TliOni1)-
eons in tura laid down their papers and
remarked:
"Don't you feel sorry for the
was breathless when she tarried on snal1 visitore, cracking the Imes and
tiptoe to explain: picking .them out of the shells, won -
"Oh, not a minute! Can't stay a dared wlee the Bowen doors shddenly
minute. Pve sent the twins to 'Life were locked against them. ,If ques-
Jordans on an errand so T could slip tiOns bechme top insistent Mrs. Bow-,
over here and I must"get baek before on 'tactfully answered!'
they. return. Will you hide, these eWell, I am keeping the house
boxes some place? It will be so dear clean fee Sanea Claus. You wouldn't
of you!' She Wee at th& doot with- want him ea pass me by just because
out 'waiting for an answer. At the the house 'Was all mussed up, would
steps she turned to Whisper to Mrs, you?" • . .
Bowen, standing in the door; Perhaps feW households appreciate
"They're dolls for the girls, you to the ±uil the force of the combated..
know. '111. have to dress them at holiday activity. The Bowens were
your house if you don't mind. I'll among tion few. Vireo weeks as re -
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"Bowen, ol(1 man, you ought to know the fun of playing Santa Clausyourself." •
owns?" with an emphasis on the
"don't" that carried the sorrow of the
years. •
From that time the shrinkage of
Bowen neighbothoodemportance was
equalled only by the inflation of Bowen
sympathy. Thanksgiving morning al-
ways found the oldest Morrison tear-
ing across lots with n pan from winch
- oozed the steam of a small pudding.
Tho littlest Jordan came bearing a
dark brown dish tied vitae' a pretty bow
of tad and ?dr. and Mrs. Bowen knew,
before Mang the lid, that withilawas
confined delicious cranberry jelly. The
middle Leonard could be seen creep-
ing through the tense, both hands
holding firmlyon two plates turned
together thus imprisoning a juicy
mM.ce pie, and the Thompson twins
toddled in, one carrying a small sack
of nuts -and the other one of raisins.
After this the- telephone rang four
times. When Mrs. Bowen had there
ad from the last conversation, Mrs.
Jordan, Mrs. Morris.on, Mrs. Leonard
and Mrs. Thompson each bad finished
her inquiry:
"Did the children get over with-
out spilling everything?"
And each had added:
"You don't know the fun you are
missing by not having children
around at this time!"
Annually, over Mrs. Bowen'e face
there stole a look of worry as if she
was being accused of having bribed
the stork •to stay away, Annually
Mr. Bowen only smiled or remarked:
"Not half bad, eh, little girl? Now,
if another nice big family 'would eon-.
sent to 1110e0 into the neighborhood
perhaps it 'would furnish us with the
eierkey!''
This year the parts had beet play-
ed with the usual accuracy. Nothing
had been omitted, In fact the Jordan
hew had seemed a bit bigger and the
Leonard pio somewhat Meier than
ever before, if possible. According
to Mil:Mt, also, during the afternoon
the ;families had trooped into the
Bowen house in turns or in groups
as the notion "net to be selfish with
per children" entered the minds of
.tho commiserating double quartet of
atents,
1‘, Each gelled 0iti113 n Om told
be over every day while the twins ceivers for the neighborhood efforts,
take their nap." She added the last three weeks as the absorbers of the
few words As she flew across the neighborhood's euthusiasms, and ex -
road to her home. Mrs. Bowen turn- citement reached its climax on
ed back into the room, slowly. picked Christmas eve.
up the boxes and wended her way "Lelia steal off to -night and have
upstairs. When Mr. Bowen sought a quiet dinner all to ourselves, Nan,"
his closet that evening two long Bowen suggested nt the' breakfast
boxes teetered on the shelf. table. "Maybe we'll not have the
"Mat the —" he -began. chance 50031 again."
"Dolls—for the Thompson twins," "But the Thompson s and Jar -
Mrs. Bowen interrupted. - dans?" Mrs. Bowen put the question
"Then it's here!" anxiously.
"It is. Mrs. Thompson brought "To be sure," answered Dan. "Like -
there over this morning, She's to wise the Morrisons and Leonards."
come here to dress them every day Bowen pivoted the salt shaker about
—or to ante every day until she's in meditative play and then looked
dressed them. I'm not sere which up quickly at his wife, "You won't
she said but anyway she's 'to be here mind if I can't bring your gift out
every afternoon while /the twins -are for to -night, Nan? I had hoped to
taking their nap. What? Well, clear., have it here for Christmas eve but
your closet is the only place in the it isn't quite ready
house the twins don't investigate. I
keep that.loelced. You won't mind, "Then we're oven, dear." Mrs,
will you? You see she has no other Bowen flushed and laughed. "I've
place. Everyone else in the neigh- been wondering how Pe tell you 'but
boyhood has—" they couldn't—•nines been delayed,
"Children!" finished Me. Bowen too," she finished. "But you'll love
with emphasis, "By George—! it, Dan. It's worth waiting for."
Who's that?" Dan inwardly thanked the rulers
A sharp whistle sounded in the of his good fortune that a Christmas
front hall, gift for him could. still bring to the
"Halloo-oo-oo! Anybody at home eyes of his wife such a light as he
up there?" gave in them this morning.
It was Morrison. Bowen, turning Every youngster in the neighbor -
toward his -wife, was met by an hood had been bribed into bed by
dare -you -not -to" smile. nine o'clock that evening but quiet
"You t turn," she announced mean- did not Come to the houseVold of
Bowen. If the three weeks had been
At the foot of the stairs stood busy ones,Bowen wondered 'that so
Morrison, hardly visible- behind a much coud have been -crowded into
mountainous paekage, three hours. It was three-bour
"Say, old roan," he called, "the marathon.
wife's beero shopping to -day, You Four times he asaisted in carrying
can't chuck this under something, can a nice prickly tree down two flights
you, and keep ..it until Sante Clans of stairs; one hundred times, accord -
and his reindeere come along? It's ing to his own computation, he dived
a, big red engine for lack, Say, he'll under beds, behind dressers and into
go straight ‘up when he sees it on closets. When 'the AO package had
Christmas morning, Bowen, old num, left the Mete it was Midnight;
you otight to itneW the firm of playing Strewn over the floor were the' 'booke
Santa Clans yOurself. Here, take grabbed: :from the library in the
Ibis engine and make believe you package hunt; seraps of paper, coni
have something to give 11 to, just and tinsel with 4 trail Of pine needle
Stick it under anything'. We'll be that marked the yay from the a(1(i°
over on Christmas' eve, Muth oblig- to 'the front tliote.erei
ecle' "guplioN0 -.Webs,* Ito-Worrow
Mrs. Thompson anri Mr, Morrison by ivorma1, coming bee and,
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WHITE CORN SYRUP CONFECTIONS.
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1. Grace nuts and fruits. g. Peeeleoirlgt
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ila 3. Peanut brittle.
PEANUT BRITTLE. MOL-AOSES TAFFY.
2• cups white corn eyrup, fee cup 2 cups molasses, 1 cup eorn Kerrie,
shelled peanuts, 1 tablespoon vinegar. 1 tablespoon vinegar. Boil molasses
Boil syrup without stirring until it will and corn serup until 'Mettle when
crack when dropped in cold water dropped in eel(' water. Add vinegar
(teraperatere 354 deg. Palm). Add just before removing from the fire,
vinegar and stir in nuts just before re- 'Pour into a greased pan. When cool
moving from the fire. Pour on greased enough to imitate, pull until light
P, MEXICAN CANDY. !colored. Cut in small pieces with
an. , Break in pieces when coo) .
(Divinity Fudge). !large shears or a Sharp knife and place
lin waxed
2 cups white corn eyrup, 1 to 2 egg P13
iel°A0Prto cool.
LE CREAM.. ,
whites, 1 teaspoon vanilla Boil the 2 cups maple sugar, Ye to 2-3 cup
syrup to 243 deg. Fear., or until it milk, la teaspoon butter. Stir sugar
makes a hard ball when tried in cold . and milk over the lire until sugar is
water. Beat the egg whites stiff and I dissolved. Then boil without earring
pour in slowly the boiled syrup, beat- , to 233 deg. Fella, or until mixture will
ing all the thne. Add vanilla and con- !form a soft ball when dropped in cold
"Ionait glorious?" -whispered Mrs.
Bowen,
,Adopt the whole orphan
beyluin if .yau say the word, dear"
Bowen whispered in return. "I
thought we'd wait until, to-moirove
'morning but out in the barn I've hid -
'den one grand 'Christmas tree with
the tinsel, gifts and everything to
go with it. You see, they've snade uS
experts in hiding presents! Morri-
son wants us to go out with the rest
of. 'em to 'do' the trees. Let's go."
He reached for his hat and coat.
"And when we come back—"
"We'll get all 'Dan Junior's toys
up from the cellar," Mrs. Bowen
interrupted joyously, "arig--"
"Decorate that tree tov,,Ight!"
peeped in for a moment. In the soft
light she saw a young moteer, her
head bent low over a tiny babe, and
behind her an ox and an ass feeding
from a low manger, The little girl
stood on tiptoe and tried to see the
baby.
Then she threw herself down on the
hard ground and, burying her head in
her arms, she sobbed. She could "apt
see the baby because she had no gift
of love for him.
Preseptly the •door opened and the
sheph'erds• passed out, closing the door
again very quickly. Then they went
down the road With, slow and reverent
steps, and they told every one that
they met of all that they had eeen and
beard, but they did not notice the
little girl. e •
She had crept so close to the wall
that they +did not see her, and when
they started back she did not try to
follow there, Her tears xolled down
finished Bowen, "Come an, honey. her cheeks and fell upon the ha•rd, cold
Gee, isn't this geeirt? Don't know.
ground.
why I thotegha I was tired!" It was The Christmas angel was watching
real Christmas joy. the child, and as her tears fell the
angel blessed her tear drops, Tho
And Shall I anent Be? .
The shepherd( sing; and shall I
silent be?
My God, no hymn for Theet
My soul's a shepherd toe; ro flock it
feeds
Of thoughts, and words and deeds.
The pasture is Thy word; the steams, green shoot was springing up. The
Thy grace plants grew taller and taller; glossy
Enriching all the place. leaves unfolded and showed pink -
Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all tipped -buds, which opened into blos-
my powers
soms with petals as white as snow.
Out -sing the daylight hours. ,As the child saw the blossoms she
Then We will chide the sun for letting clasped her hands in joy. "Why,
night • these flowers will be my gift for the
Take up his place and right: Child!" she sald, as she meekly gather-
ed the blossoms and the pink buds
We sing one common Lord; wherefore
he should
Himself the candle hold.
I will go searching, till I lind a sun
Shall stay till we have done:
ceild did not see the angel hovering
over her, but she felt comforted and
stopped crying, and. then she looked
down on the ground in surprise. She
held. her breath In wonder, for 'she
saw that Wherever a tear had fallen
and thawed the frozen earth a small
and some of the glossy green leaves.
Then she went to theloor and, putting
her hands against ie she pushed it
open a very little way and crept in
very quietly. The Madonna was sit-
ting 00 that snail shine ae
_ ting on a bed of hay and in her arms
was the Christ Child. She was bend -
As frost-Mpt sous look sadly.
Ing over her babe, softly singing a,
Then we will sing, and shiue all our
lullaby, and as she glanced up She saw
own day,
the child standing there with her
And one another pay;
flushed aed teaastained cheeks and
His beams shall cheer my breast, •and
both so twine, her big, wistful eyes, The little girl
shyly held out toward the child her
Till even his beams sing, and my music
shine bunch of pure white blossoms, and the
—George Herbert. mother understood and she drew the
little girl toward her. Then the child
knelt by the Madonna and placed her
A Christmatelleaven. flowers in the helpless little hands of
A gambrel roof In a sheltered lane ,the new-born ming.
And a laughing group therein. 1 And. now each year at Christmao
The winds may bellow with might and time, when tire glad Christmas bells
main, aro ringing and the snow covers the -
And the storms may clash and din, sleeping flowers, the white blossoms
But it's Christmas, Father Christmas, of the child's flowers come up through
Rath the keeping of his kiu,
Outside, a traveler in the snow,
And a glad "Hello!" once more;
Within, a hearth fire all aglow
And a dear face at the door.
And it's Christmas, Father Christmas
Givetliegthetings o'er and o'er.
The circles; wonderful circles, where
They are gathered to -day;
The kindnees, beautiful kindness,
there,
And the welcome weeds they say,
For It's Christmas, Father Christmas,
Turn no prodigal away. •
the, cold, dark earth. We call them
the Christmas roses.
The Next Year.
No backward glances shall hinder or
appall me,
A new life le begun,
And better hopes and better motives
call me
• Than those the past has IVO%
Thought for New Year.
I would be quiet, Lord,
Nor tease, nor fret:
Not one small need of mine
Wilt Thou forget
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A SONG OF PEACE
Blow, whistles o' the world; ring, ohurch bells, loudly ring,
For Peace, on joyful wing, •
At blush of dawn her prized doves set free,
Heralds of Liberty,
Above this war -worn, weary world to brood,
The universal deluge rude
That flooded mother earth with grief and pain
Subsides: and on the mount of Promise see
Divinest thberty I
Blow, whistles o' the world; ring, church bens, loudly ting,
Blow, whistles o' the world; ring, chnrch belle, loudly ring,
This is a day of jay and merry mirth, •'!
For Peace descends to earth,
And hopes anew in troubled hearts up -spring!,
The streel4 with flags are gay , '
The people s4out and pkay,,
For felled to carth isMunn]. h tyranny,
3310W, whistleS O' the worldf Irin . church be'114, i01141 ring i
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What does the New Year bring
Under his mighty wing?
Grey to the thinniiig 'hair,
Balm to the heart of care,
Rest for the weary soul,
Love with the beggar's dole,
Peace in the stormy lite,
Harbor, and end of strife!
What does the New Year hide
Under his pinions wide?
Strength in the hour of test,
Hope for the fainting breast,
Action to rusting men,
Youth—and its quest again!
Duty—the spur that brings
Cowards to stand with kings!
What does he secret keep
Where, dark, the shadows sleep?
Something of pain and grief
e Yet is their reign but brief.
• He who endures the end,
Lover ancl'home and friend,
Finds, just beyond the vale
When mortal lamps grow pale!,
—Nina Moore Jamieson.
Christmas Carol.
The earth has grown old with its bur-
den of care
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart ot the jewel burns lustrous
and fair
And its soul full of music bursts
forth on the air
When the song of the angels is sung.
It is coming, Old 'Earth, it is coining
to -night!
On the snow flakes which cover thy
sod;
The feet ot the Chrisachild tells gentle
and white,
And the voice of the Christ -child
tells out with delight
That mankind are the children of Clod.
The feet of the humblest may walk in
the field
'Where the feet of the Holiest tree,
This, then, is the marvel to mortals re-
vealed
LTHE BABY'S
CHRISTMAS
Several years ago a train in the
Canadian mountains was snow -bound a
few clays before Christmas. Within a
day or two the passengers hall eaten
all the toed in the Entree car. Nine
miles farther on there Was a town, but
no one would volunteer to make the
trip,
"It's almost sure death to start in
this blizzard," everyone said. "Relief
will come when the snow stops; with-
in forty-eight hours anyway. Human
beings can do without food two days."
Some of the passengers had gathea
ed in one 01 the sleepers. Darkness
was falling; It was bitterly cold, and
the snowy gale whstled outside. For-
tunately, there was coal enough to
keep up steam in the •engine and to
warm the cars a little.
A negro porter came through the
car, "There is a little child in the day
coach," he said. "Its mother is dead,
and its grandmother is taking it to her
home in Winnipeg, The milk they
brought with them is all gone. They're
afraid the baby may die of hunger."
The effect of those words on the
passengers was electrical. Several
men jumped to their feet.
"Who'll go with me to get that baby
some milk?" one big fellow asked.
Every intareein the car except an
elderly invalid volunteered. The in-
valid drew some bills from his pocket
and Offered one to the man who had
calledfor volunteers.
"Take this" ho said. "I'm not able
to walk, but I want to be In on this.
Get the baby's milk with my money.
If you need help coming back, hire the
men and I will pay them."
The _party eventually was reduced
to six, including the locomotive engin-
eer—men who were experienced in
"bucking snow." Those who stayed
behind watched the six plough their
'When tee silvery trumpets of Christ -
That children 01 God. °wit
that to death at the bottom of a gorge.
d
Morning dawned clear and cold, The
blizzard had abated, but the flying par-
ticles of frozen snow cut like knives
when they hit the uncovered hands
and faces of those who ventured out.
east as the sun began to brighten the
Lord, when this year is done tops of the highest mountains the
milk party returned. Each man car -
That wakes tadaye
Many shall pray to Thee lied a can, so that if one fell and lost
Who do not pray; his burden there would be enough left
for the baby's needs.
The milk was warmed and the baby
had his breakfast, while the passengers
crowded round and enjoyed the little
one's satisfaction as much as it they
themselves had been eating.
Two of the mon who made the trip
froze their feet; but when the relief
train came the next day and took them
to a town where they could have their
feet treated, one of them remarked to
They who have giv'n for Thee Lover and sole the,,Doitdheyro:u
m Thy world see free, ever see anything that
Show the
Thy battles done! made you feel better than when that
little fellow began to draw on the nip-
ple?"
For the Christ -child •was a little
babe!
a
- Prayer for the New Year.
Lord God, we lift to Thee
A world hurt sore,
Look down, and let it be
Wounded no more!
Lot all lips comfort them,
All hearts be kind,
They who this year shall leave
Their joys behind;
Give them Thy comforting,
Help them to know
That though their hopes are gone
Thou dost not go;
Lord God, we lift to Thee
A world in pain,
Look down and let it be
Made whole agate!
Long Ago.
hong ago, in Merry England, the
popular belief was that the "little
people" of tho forest come at Yule
time to join in the Christmas festivi-
ties with mortals. Now, it is well
known that the "little people" do not
like to be seen and will not venture
where there is any poesibility of pry -
lug Mime eyes ever finding them. So,
in bidet to please their sprightly little
guests, rich andmoor provide the Hey
felon& with hiding pieces of thick,
green wreathe ana festoons, Where
they can lOok on the revelries unseen.
The earth has grown old with its bur-
den of care,
But at Christmas O1sristissa 11 Mynas is young,
The heart of the jewel bores lustrous
anti fair,
And its soul full 01 11011010 burets forth
2n, the air,
rhendielang 01 tho angels is sting,
„ Brooke.
Meeting at Bethlehem.
So dark
That cannot tell who is here to -night;
I do not mind, for I need not see
The people I love who are here with
netgables by lantern light
.he
They know the road to Bethlehem,
And the Star and the singing have
guided them,
Ont the press of horror and pain
They have sought the promlee of Peace
again.
They have haetened in by the humble
And have
tnelt With us 051 the Eastern,'
floor,
do not need to put oat my hand,
'l'o clasp in thefts, for they under-
stand.
I do not need to greet them aloud
For our silence speaks in the miming
'Crowd,
And, kneeling before the little Son,
per hottrte and our UM are made otter
e•-maito one, . •