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Just recently a young girl said
to me — "Mrs. Clarke, do you
think it silly of me — I want to
have a tree, •arid the house de-
corated and — oh, just everything
kr Christmas. But yet there are
only the two of us . . . maybe it
would seem foolish."
Foolish? — well, it didn't strike
me that way. How better could a
couple start out in life than by
building up a Christmas tradition
in their own home. A tradition that
will grow with the years.
* * * . '
Of all the seasons of the year
Christmas is the most loved, and
probably the most significant, be-
cause without that first Christmas
there certainly would have been no
Easter, nor Ascention. Most loved
because it is a season so readily
understood and appreciated by us,
the common people, • because it
typifies the love, the difficulties
and the close union of humble
fancily life. And so, home -loving
people throughout the ages have
tried to create an ideal of goodwill
and fellowship in 'their own family
circles. How well they succeeded is
reflected in the attitude which each
succeeding generation has toward
Christmas at home.
* * *
Mothers of little children, think
no time wasted that you spend on
making a happy Christmas in your
home. Children will remember the
gaily u mei tree Tong after pre-
sents around it are forgotten.
Make your Christmas tree tradit-
ional. What do I mean by "trad-
itional"? T mean to build up Chris-
tmas memories for your family that
are essentially personal. Don't
make drastic changes. Take care of
the Christmas tree decorations and
bring them out, year after year. It
you once have a star to top your
tree, always have a star. Let your
your children grow up with it —
to them it will symbolise THEIR
Christmas tree. Worldly goods have
little relation to Christmas tra-
dition — it can be present in the
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humblest home — or absent in
the wealthiest,
*
Many families this year will be
incomplete — there may be sons
in- France, Holland, Italy, England
— and you may say, "Oh, we don't
feel like holding Christmas with
our boys awayt" Has it ever
occurred to you that to write and
tell your boys just that is to des-
troy their faith? Christmas at home
— Christmas as they knew it —
is something they hang on to. It
is one of the things they are
fighting •to save. And maybe in
some distant land, perhaps in a
bomb -damaged home, they may
get a fleeting glimpse of a tree,
topped by a star. That glimpse
may intensifly their longing for the
folks back home, yet they will like
to remember that over there will
be the same Christmas dinner —
Mom will manage somehow, sugar
or no sugar and there will be folks
coming . . , and the sante excite-
ment over gaily wrapped parcels.
Gee, it sure would be great to be
there . . .maybe next year .. .
* * *
Unfortunately 'there are also
homes where only memories of
fighting sons remain. It is not for
me to say how Christmas shall be
observed in such homes — I can
only hope that to then will come
some measure of healing and com-
fort during the season of peace and
gabdwili.
But to the thousands of other
homes let me send along this mes-
sage with niy kindest regards and
good wishes . . . Keep Christmas
—whatever you do keep Christmas.
Put your heart into it and the wad+
will be clear, for where theta:` ls3
Christmas in. the heart,,..ere will
• surely be Christmas in•.t ee home.
Good-bye and "God Bless us
everyone".
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FIVE ACRES
And Independence
By M. G. Kains
JAS SPITE Mb THIS
Medical air men cluster about an eight -month-old Filipino child
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before American forces in the Philippines. The battlegrimed
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By
. MARY IMLAY 'TAYLOR
CHAPTER I
"So you've come back, Mark
Grant?" The old lawyer - swung
around in his swivel -chair and
looked the young man up and
down with an eye as cold as a Hz-
ard's.
Mark laughed. Liberty was send-
ing golden bubbles through his
veins;; it ,was easy to laugh.
"I behaved well, Mr. Fosdick,"
Mark said, his tone defying criti-
cisre challenging; "they let me out
months ahead of time."
npll!" Fc}sdick grunted.
no- ;use for new-fangled no-
., in prisons," he remarked' dry-
ly,,"liot air, that's all; a man
should; serve' his time.'
"You've never been in prison,
Mr: Fosdick," he said. "When
'cyou've tried it you'll be quite fa-
vorable to new-fangled notions.
I've had fifteen years.' experience.
I know!"
* * *
Fosdick's gray face twisted into
a grim smile. "I don't think I'll try
it — not in your way. Let me see;
how -old were you when you went
up?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen? Gosh " The lawyer
stared at him for a moment, in-
credulously. "I'd forgotten. A boy
— and convicted of killing that old
man, your uncle — to get his oto-
- ney, too!" he added reproachfully.
Mark's face sobered. His eyes
darkened. "Convicted?" You call
that travesty a fair trial?"
The old man recoiled slightly,
but he steadied himself to face the
young fury in Mark's glance. "It
was a fair trial; I always said so;
yeti appealed, too," he maintained
his point dryly; then he put Mark's
anger aside with a gesture. •"I've
no time to take that up. I dare say
you've suffered for it.
"What d'you want, Mark?"
• The young man put his hand in
his pocket and drew out an old let-
ter with Fosdick's name in the cor-
ner. He • laid it on the desk,
"That says that Aunt Hurley
left her money for me when I
came out, and you have charge of
it. I'm out. Mr. Fosdiele"
Fosdick glanced at the
without taking it up.
"I see! Your Aunt Hurley's nio-
•ney brought you here mighty
quick!" he remarked grudgingly.
He had never forgiven the boy for
Grant Barton's death. Of course
he'd done it for the uncle's money.
The motive was as plain as the
nose on your face! "I drew that
will. Her friends advised against
it, but . she would have her way.
She always believed in you."
"God bless her!" Mark broke_
ouf, suddenly devout. • "The will
was proven, of course; you say as
much in this letter."
The lawyer assented grudgingly
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And then I hung some other ones for more than just myself.
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again; it was plain t at e
been among the friends who ad-
vised against it"
"It''s not much," he said tartly,
"about twenty thousand." Mark
smiled amusedly.
"Come around tomorrow morn-
ing. and I'll have the papers ready.
The money's in deposit at the bank
here, waiting."
• * * *
Marls rose, but stopped with his
hand- on the back of his chair. "It's
early yet, Mn Fosdick, and I'd be
glad to draw some ,tof that money.
I'm . SbAxI..
The little lawyer whipped
around in his chair and stared at
him, then away. s "The fellow's a
giant!" he thought uneasily, re-
membering old Grant Barton's
end. Money in that, toot
"I can't help it," he said testily,
mthere'll be formalities. Come to-
orrow. The bank closes at three;
we couldn't get through in time.
I'm busy; good day!"
Mark stood a moment longer,
looking down at him. He saw the
little man's hand shake as he
grasped his pen and pretended to
wi ite. Mark knew he was afraid
of the ex -convict; he threw back
his head and laughed again, his
laugh startling Fosdick as much
as a blow; it was so hearty, so
carefree, a boy's laugh.
"Yoii • seem to find it
sir," he said tartly.
"I. -del" Mark turned, picked up
his hat, a new one, 'the warden had
fitted him out, and went to the door.
"Good -day, Mr. Fosdick," he said,
still smiling, and went out.
* * *
Mark threaded his way through
the crowded streets with the awk-
ward feeling of a 'recluse sudden-
ly thrust out into the world.
He had turned the coiner into
one of the more sedate streets
and was passing the entrance of a •
fashionable clubhouse — the name
was oil the door over a brass
knocker -- when two young men
suddenly emerged. Their exit was
so abrupt that they nearly col-
lided with Mark, and they both
stopped short, staring at him with
the eagerness of men seeking a
long lost acquaintance.
"Stewed!" Mark thought, and
pursued his way, looking for a res-
taurant.
amusing,
lie found one at the other end
of the street, with a teapot on the
swinging sign. It was down a few
steps below the sidewalk, and, as
he descended, he was surprised to
find the two young clubmen at his
heels, He took a seat near the door
and ordered tea and muffins, But
he felt resentmentwhen he found
the two young men had seized up-
on the table next to his and, with-
out much pretense of eating, them-
selves, were unquestionably watch-
ing him drink his tea and eat his
muffin.
They were both young, one big,
about his own build, the other
small and fat with red cheeks, and
they were both fashionably and
expensively dressed; they had -the
air of idle wealth. They were evi-
dently disputing something be-
tween themselves, and Mark got
the impression that he was their
chief interest. It nettled him; he
hurried his food down, drank his
tea and paid his bill. It left him
twenty cents. As he counted his
change and thrust it back into his
pocket he laughed- bitterly to him-
:. :f. How would Fosdick like *o
face his night in the city, with
twenty cents? He was just rising
from the table when his two young
neighbors suddenly rose, came
over, and pulling out the two em-
pty chairs opposite, sat down, un-
invited, at his table.
The stout young rtan leaned
forward confidentially, his red
cheeks growing redder.
"Pardon nie," he said courteous-
ly, smiling across at Mark; "It's a
wager — my speaking to you, I
mean. If you've ever made a wa-
ger, you know how a fellow feels.
I hope you don't mind our butting
in this way. You see, it's all part
of a belly bet I've made with my
chum here."
"I see" — Mark still studied the
pair. "I don't mind. In fact, I ra-
ther like it. What's the bet?"
"Oh, it's a thousand dollars,
I—„
SUNDAY SCHOOL
LESSON
THE GROUND OF
UNIVERSAL JOY
Luke 2:8-12; Hebrews 1:1-4;
1 John 1:1-4.
GOLDEN TEXT.—Behold, X
bring you good tidings of great
joy which shall be to all the
people. Luke 2:10.
Message of Joy
In the Christmas story is re-
vealed the fact that God's ways
are not man's ways. For centuries
the promise of a Messiah and a
deliverer for Israel was repeated.
Not to the Roman governor, or
the Chief Priest in the temple did.
God's messengers come, but to•
humble God-fearing shepherds
who had been eagerly awaiting the
coming of their Saviour.
They were in the country, in the
silence of the night, watching over
their flocks. The angel of the Lord
came upon then without warning.
The glory of the Lord shone about
them. Their reaction to this amaz-
ing sight was that of natural sin-
ful man when he comes in con-
tact with the glory of a righteous
God. Under similar circumstances
Isaiah was spellbound in the
temple, Paul fell to .the ground on.
the Damascus Road, and John
would have worshipped the heav-
enly messenger.
The angel quieted the shepherds
with the assuring words that they
were bearers of Good News of
Great Joy, not only for them but
for all people. The glad tidings
the angels brought was that a Sav-
ious had been born in the city of
David.
In early bible days God spoke
to the people in many ways. Some-
times it was in words at other,
times it was through visions,
dreams, etc. However, in these
last days he has spoken through
his son the Lord Jesus Christ.
Being the only son, he is heir of
all things. By Christ, God made
the world, verifying the fact that
Jesus was present during creation.
• The greatness and power of
Christ is revealed in the bright-
ness of His glory, a perfect image
of God the Father, All power is
in his hands, and all things are
upheld by his word. Jesus came
into the world with but one pur-
pose in view: to lay down his life
in payment of the sins of all who
would believe on his name. Hav-
ing completed this task he return-
ed to glory where he is seated on
the right hand of God,
During the Christmas season,
may we not fail to worship the
Great Giver, for God so loved the
world that he gave his , only be-
gotten son that whosoever believ-
eth in him should 'not perish but
have everlasting life.
* * *
"Shut up!" Archie broke in sud-
denly, "you're only babbling, Ted.
Let's get to busness." He turned a
little haughtily and faced Mark.
"It's this way. My pal here has
been getting into trouble with a
lady, an elderly and exclusive la-
dy, one of the smartest of the
smart set; she won't have a man in
her house who drinks too much,
or gambles, or—" he shrugged —
"you know the usual things! Teddy
was a prime favorite, but she
caught him gambling, and then he
got :• stewed, two of the cardinal
sins. She's forbidden him the house,
and he's sore. There's doing to be
an exclusive afternoon today, a big
affair. Ted has no card. He's raw
about it, and "he's laid a wager
with me that she's all bunk about
her rules, that she doesn't really
know what her guests do, that any
fellow — the first man we met in
the street — given a clean shirt
could pass muster, I've taken the
bet. I don't believe she'll receive
anyone without credentials, she'll
find a way to freeze the newcomer
out, even if a fellow took him in,
unless she knows he's all right.
Ted's bet me a thousand dollars
that he can pick up the first man
he meets outside the club, give
him the clothes and get him in —
if I'll take him past the door and
simply say: 'This is Ivir. — oh,
any old name! Now, do you see?"
* * *
Mark nodded. "I seel" he said,
and laughed. There was vigor in
his laughter, a jubilant ring of
freedom.
"I met you first outside the
club," he said, "that's the whole
of it. It's a wager—" he made a
boyish grimace — "I don't want
to lose my thousand dollars, Ar-
chie, here, is a bit stiff-necked
about if. You — I wonder—" he
leaned back, thrusting his hands
into his pockets and jingling his
money rather obviously — "I won-
der if you'll help me out? It's only
for one afternoon, you know, at a
tea, there'll be dancing no end of
fun, but the test will be the dinner
afterwards. She only asks the
elect to that — the ons of Colo-
nial dames, I call 'eat. I bet she'll
ask you."
"What do I get?" asked Mark.
('To Be Continued)
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