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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1906-12-21, Page 6.f• Ti1es k — By Senator Shane — 74:"a: mi :"H`i"ii . lis is at4.+.1 aa 3'3'x} r 10 4.4.1.01.34+44.14.14+001,1 83.43.44 disconsolate on anti wiggled the flag which waled over her back --a flag like tate rest of the turks carried so they could be located in the tall grass. „lever mind, my boy,"" said she. "I have seen five winters and summers and many other things. Worst things can Happen you than being thin. it's near C'hiistmas now, and before every Christmas in my career. 1 have seen the biggest and finest. looking turkeys in the flock eat down in the midst of -their pride and glory, 1 would advise Goble Gobbler to start in and fast from this out if I did not know I would be wast- ing my breath to advise him. Goble knows it ail, you know." Goble paid no attention to the advice of the oltl Oman and finished the crust, without offering a crumb to the fair ladies present. He shook his rad wattles and gobbled so loudly that all the fem- inine turkeys put their silly heads to- gether and declared: "What a. lovely loan Goble -Gobbler is. don't you know!" No one made any further reference to Christmas and it bad no significance so far as the young members of the flock were concerned. Now. 1 don't want to make any of Goble's friends feel badly-, but the truth is the day before Christmas there was no Goble Gobbler to interfere ere yill Kid Cobbler, 'ilio got all that was coming to him a:.erw•ards and he grew sleek and stout. The foolish lady turkeys soon forget all about Goble and they turned their attention to Kid, who was soon recog- nized the leader of their set. That was last Christmas. 1 don't know- what will happen ibis Christmas. Prosperity has divers ways of leading turkeys as well as people to destruc- tion. Rut for Kid Gobble's sake let us hope that he has been dieting himselt Of late and hes not been following in the footsteps of his late brother, There was a mean mann and his name was FIood—Noah FIood. Ile Was one of those men that hated to see other peo- ple prosper. He lived aat Mountainville and "riz" turkeys like nearly everybody else around. He made money, because he fattened the turkeys well. The Ullly time he was generous was when he was feeding his flock before Christmas. He begrudged the grub he gave himself and his wife. Deacon Candle said once that he would walk three miles to borrow a -match to light the Kitchen fire. Flood did'nt like Deacon Candle. When Deceinber came and he saw the deacon's turkeys were fat and big like his own he became jealous. Now the deacon's success couldn't hurt him, because his own turkeys were Imo and much in demand, so he was sure to get a good price. But just the same when he saw 300 fine birds on the dea- con's place he was sore, and quite for- got he had 400 fine ones Of his own. • A few days before Christmas he went to a poor pian in the village and said: "You know we all have to ship our turkeys to the city to -morrow. Now you have only (10 and if you did get a big of ,. price you will be hard up for the fist the winter. I know how to make prices higher. You conte with me to Deaeon Candle's to -night and cut holes in his turkey houses and let the turkeys all fly to the woods, He will not be able to catch then in time to ship them to -mor- row and the people will have to pay high prices for yours. The poor roan, whose name was 1301 Cute, pretended. to agree with the meal man. But really he didn't agree with him at all, but like most men be was honest, so he devised a cunning plan. That night lie went to Flood's place. He said they had better go eeveral tuilc•> around to the deacon's place --go through the woods so they wouldn't be seen. Flood said the precaution was good. but did not know the way through the weodr, "P11 guide you," said the poor, honest Cute." Hear, however, we hadn't best carry a lantern for we may be seen." So he took Noah's warm and the two went up and down over hill and swamp. Flood was nearly dead, twisting and turning in the thickets, and only his great mean - nes kept him going. At last they reach- ed an underbrush and through it they could sec a. black mass. "There's the barns," said. Bill Cute. CHRISTMAS POSTAGE STAMP. How They Kept. Santa Claus Margy was crying and the Boy looked very serious and dismal Indeed. "She said—she said," Margy sobbed, "that there wasn't any Santy Chum at all, and that our fathers and mothers got all our presents for us, and that Santy was all humbug, just a sort of make-believe, to fool the little tads. And she said, Sara Pickett did, that you and me was too old to b'lieve is such nonsense." The Boy grew soberer and soberer. "Mar- gv." he said, after a long time of thinn- ing. "if we getter We him up, we just gutter. But first 1eitis ask Father. Rots coming up the lane ,how, with a load of pumpkins." , Father came in fr the steps like a bo --took off his jumper, London Idea That is Hardly Likely of I Hey, whistled istle, as he Realization. two solemn faces at ting -room, one of ` A London correspondent makes anin- stained, 'he stopped teresting Christmas suggestion. "hullo, youngster i„ ea gges` Margy, You'll never In view of the enormous pressure up- Father picked h strongt arms, and on the post office system et Christmas- aheart felt be tide," says this ingenious gentleman, I "Sara Pickett Sas, and "when everybody, not unnaturally, is I think so.Clauonly impressed with the importance of -punt The smile diet tuality in the delivery of their cards He said: of cella and seasonable gifts, which '1So Sara P' under the present system ,is impossible,' Poor Sara Plcr P and talk it c,1 1 suggest that the post -office should is- With Margy sue a "Christmas stamp," tastefully de- holding to' his signed .and acquaint the public that any gree toss sntapin parcels or leters bearing this stamp may flames were lea' be posted at any time during, say, the shadows in the set month of December, it being understood desk had begun ,t.. that all such letters and parcels would inaeg3e see, arm be forwarded, at the convenience of the either side. "Let' postal authorities, to their destination, Ing about Santa Cl but would not be delivered to the ad - "Here take the saw and saw holes in the walls and 1'll go round to the other side and scare the turkeys out. Flood was toad and mean and worked hard making big holes out of which the turkeys flew. Soon the whole flock had vanished and then Bill seized. Noah and said thy must hurry back over the way they had come. "Oh, my, oh me," said. Nosh as he was dragged through holes and creeks, over rocks and stumps and shinned his shins. Finaly they emerged on the road near Noah's front gate and the mean man hur- ried to bed—but not to sleep. Next morning Noah crawled out sore and tired to feed Itis flock, in preparation to taking them to the city with their crops full. But lo, there was not a soli- tary turkey in the buildings, and he saw great holes in the walls, "I see it all now," said Noah, " that villain led me through the woods to my own turkey barns." Billy Cute carted his turkeys to town and got the same price as Deacon Candle ,did for his. But the mean man stay- ed. at home and got nothing. "Me own brother, hatched in the same neat." said Kid Gobbler. who kicked against giving up an old crest that he had found in the barnyard by accident, "It's wrong and P11 see who's boss," With a. loud and long giggle he jump- ed for the crust, but his little brother, Goble Gobbler, tried to make off with ft. But Goble was the bigger and gained the crust; wrenching the morsel from the "rightful owner. There would have been a fight right off but.for the presence of the lady tucks , of the flock, and the fact that he was the smaller and weaker of the two. "It waa always thus. Me brother Gabler gets everything, and is getting big and fat, and look at me! I am thin find scrawny, and am half starved, Ev- ery day he grabs half of my share be- tides eating all his own. Why wasn't I *Ode as stronas him?" , Mother Turkey hopped over to her story?" dresses until Christmas Da or its eve. ;;we yl' Fatten,' y welt, long, long It seems to me that any temporary in- Good bishop, and it convenience experienced by local post- and he lived in a masters under this scheme would be loved children with more than counterbalanced by he fm- little girlson hana isw boy mense relief felt in the great postal cen- tres." • CHRISTMAS SPIRITS. "Who's there?" shouted the occupant of an hotel bedroom, as he heard a noise in the corner of his room. There was no answer, and the queer noise stopped. "Anybody there?" No answer. "It must have been a spirit," he said to himself. "I must be a medium. 1 will try." (Aloud..) "If there is a spirit in the room it will signify the same by saying nye—no, that's not what I mean. If there is a spirit in the room it will please rap three tunes" Three very distinct raps were given in the direction of the bureau. "Is it the spirit of my sister?" No answer, "Is it the spirit of my mother-in- law?" Three very distinct raps. "Aro you happy?" Nine raps. "Do you want anything?" A succession of very loud raps. "Will you give me any communication if I get up?' No answer. "Shall I hear from you to -morrow?" Raps are very loud in the direction of the door. "Shall I ever see you?" He waited for an answer, but none came, and he turned over and fell asleep. Next morning he found the "spirit" of his mother-in-law had carried off his watch and purse, his trousers and his great -coat. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. Out of the past's dark night There shines one star, Whose light Is more than countless constellations are. High in the East it gleams— t ` This radiant star, Whose beams Are more to man than all the plan - • the barn, and up Ile whistled as he d put on his coat. me down the hall - aught sight of the le door of the sit - swollen and tear - whistle. -hat's up? Margy, man if you cry.' 'p tenderly in his t away the ache there wasn't any s just foolish to lfeved in him." ,he Father's face. at, did she: in by the fire nd the . Boy hey wen tanto here the wood crackling and the and making jolly where the winter P. ther, as he settled r, with a child on e. We were talk - Shall I tell you a go there was a name was Nicholas, r -away country. He 1 his heart, and the ed to follow where s through the town, and the littlest one, he would carry, and the largest ones would hold onto the skirts of his gown in a ring around him, and he would talk with them, and laugh' with them and teach them songs to sing. "Then sometimes he would find a sunny corner in the square, and the youngsters would clutter all about him, and he would tell them wonderful stbries. The children would poke• around in his pockets and find candy and things. "Always on Christmas day hie would put on a special coat, very big and long and full of pockets, and every pocket would be full to the brim with all the things that children love.' "Dolls?" said Margy. "Skates and rifles?" asked the Boy. "All the things," said Father. "Maybe no rifles, because that 'was before they were invented, But, anyway, he was funny -looking, all knobby and bunchy. He wouldn't say a word, but just walk around to the sunny corner of the square. All the poor children who had no Christ- mas at home, and would come running and call; 'Father Nicholas! Have you a gift for me? And he always had. "Ono Christmas a little girl who was SO poor she had to go barefoot in the winter, found a pair of beautiful shoes < 131 one of his pockets. She slipped them on, and then looked up with a shining face, and said: " 'I think you must • be a saint, Father Nicholas.' "When the grown people asked why he spent his money in such a foolish way. he would say, very grave and sober: 'I do it in the name of the Christ Child.' "Well, at last good old St. Nicholas died, and all the children cried, and all the fathers and mothers cried, too. Be- fore the next Christmas came around the grown-ups put their beads together and sale: 'The body of St. Niebolas is gone, but we must not let his soul go from us. Let his spirit in our hearts us keep p , each of us. Then he can never die." "So from that time, every Christmas the spirit of St. Nicholas comes rouuo, and knocks at the doors of the hearts of all the people, and says: " 'Remember St. Nicholas, and let his soul live through yours." "Now Santa Claus is just the Dutch name for St. Nicholas—a kind of pet name, because they loved him so. And, so you see, although the body of St. Nich- olas died, his soul lived en and on always. In the hearts of the fathers and mothers, and Aunts and uncles and cousins, and even brothers and sisters. And you can tell that to Sara Pickett." Margy and the Boy looked up with hapny eyes. The story made things so rise ♦ ♦ill The Christmas Story. Bethlehem was. crowded with guests. All day its narrow streets had been thronged with people; every house was taxed to its 'utmost capacity to meet. the unusual need. The ostensible reason for this great gathering was the decree of an earthly king, Caesar Augustus, for all of the line of David to come to the city and enroll their names for the census; the hidden reason was the decree of a heavenly king, who had said that His Son should be born in Bethlehem of Judea, and the time was ripe for the fulfillment of prophecy. At the close of the short winter day, a man, past middle age, and a young woman riding a donkey, slowly climbed the Judean hill to David's city, Ex- hausted with the long, rough journey, and longing for seclusion and rest, they sought the only inn of the town, to find it already full to overflowing. The only accommodations for these late comers was the rude cave, which served as the inn stable, and the acceptance of this humble shelter ]las made it a pivotal point in all time. Gradually the coarse noises of the day ceased, and the little city, bathed in the moon's silvery light, lay white and still beneath the soft -eyed stars; the same silvery light flooded the Judean plain below, where faithful shepherds watched their huddled flocks. As the night grew chilly, the men gathered about the flickering fire, and talked in low tones—of what? 1)id they know this was the holy night? The night for which the cycling years had longed? It was very still. The tinkle of a bell as a sheep turned in its sleep, the whirr of a night bird's wings, even the murmur of the wind in the distant olive trees had ceased and a. thrill of expectancy filled the air. The men about the fire, con - ions of the ,subtle bush of natural unds and tinkling with a presentiment something unusual, furtively watch ith anxious eyes the shadows of the ght. How very still it is! And as they sat, wrapped in the pecu- r calm of this holy night, suddenly wondrous vision appeared in their idst—a being whose radiant light trail - front earth to heaven, whose eounten- ce outshone the ruoon and stars; and the men, in bewildering, blinding fear, 11 on their faces, the sweetest voice is world had ever heard breathed in Crest music• Still be thy light displayed, Oh, Bethlehem star! Nor fade Until the circling systems no more are. Sennett Stephens. SORRY Hit SPOKE. Loving Husband—A thoughts. Wife—They will cost you more than that. I was thinking how I should like diamond earrings for my Christmas present. Welcome, Christmas. Welcome, Chrisstmahs, e welcome here, Happy thee to greet, are blazing, Families together meet. Brothers, sisters, circle round, Loudest laughter, joyous sound For Canadians like to see All her children welcome thee. WCaelllcs omupe,oCusst oa rejoice, voice Not with foolish, idle mirth, Born and perishing on earth; Far be the ungrateful thought, "Ours are blessings dearly bought." Dearly bought, but freely given, By the Lord of earth and heaven. Fix we, then, on Christ our eyes, Mawe feel the Saviour May we meet around the board,, All rejoicing in the Lord. Be the Babe of Bethlehem near, Ae we smile the season's cheer; oins the angels' CChristmas song. tongue J AT THE CHURCH FAIR, Miss Sweet—We are taking up a collection to buy the soprano a Christmas pre- molar. )limners --here's a gold niece, 7Buy het tb muzzier. , i ill ).:I ...i t:4723140611111 "Fear not, for I bring you good tid- gs of great joy. In the .little town of thlehem is born to you this night a vioure which is Christ the Lord. And is shall be a sign upto you: ye shall d the babe wrapped rn swadding othes and lying in a manger." Then heaven could obtain the angelic, est no longer, for they burst the mid- ight sky, thrilling the hearts of men ith a song neer heard before, a song f peace and good will from heaven's 11 -gracious King. 'When the song had eased and the celestial radiance had lowly followed the angel choir into the flue of the night, the shepherds looked t each other with wondering eyes. "It is true." "God be praised" "Let us seek the child" And they hurried toward the town. With eager feet they climbed the hill and hastened through the quiet, deserted streets. How unconscious was the sleeping multitude of the heavenly guest! How sceptical and angry or even abusive they would have been if aroused and compelled to hear the story of the wondrous night. With hearts beating hard with ex- pectancy, the shepherds made their way to the inn. For a moment they paused before the rude rave. "Can He be here?" "There must be soine mistake." "Well, let us go in and see." Then they entered to find themselves in the presence of the baby king. The Icing who to -day rules in love the hearts of men. In kneeling adoration they told the mother of the angel's visit, of his mes- sage to them, and of the singing host, and she, cuddling the babe to her pure and innocent heart, graciously received their homage, acknowledging this to be tl(e Holy Child, whose birth the angel choirs announced. Oh, the wondrous dreams of that mother's heart as she hissed the dimpled hands and feet and uurehipped the babe who had come to sway the world with His gentle, mysterious power. Well for her if she could not see the many weary miles those baby fet must tread; well, if slie cotid not know of the tired! body, exhausted in bestowing the heal- ing power of that tender 'hand; well 'that she could not foresee his childhood playmates seeking His life, One fleet- ing glimpse of these thisgs, of the. hatred His gentle life would arouse, of the pieced side and agonizing cross and her heart must have broken. But we know it all, and for these things, alone we love and adore Him. Thirza Richmond. v.a ONLY ONCE A YEAR. Let us bury old grudges and forgive as we are forgiven; scatter good wishes and thought far and wide; make . the poor glad; cheer the aged;; comfort the nick; do everything we can for every— body, and—God bless us, every one!. Christmas conies but Howe a year, yet it* blessings may last a lifetime.