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"For Christ The
Lord is Born!"
• (ty Martha B. Thomas)
it vetta Christmas Eve, and the stars were 'holding
a conference. 'they could not leave their placed in
the sky, because it Was against the law of night, so
they managed to talk by rapitio ! That la, each
star Oa a ray ti;ward a eaertain spot, where ell the
other iltys were shining, and this made the eenfer.
once _
Star taig-4. Words of light 1 it i very
• !bright and busy time, !The hugest starg did ithe
moat talking they3m4 good dial to saydabout the
Way they shone When the moon was *way. ;
aro not only beantiful look at," they declared.
"but we help fence to get *bout on dark nights. The
earth folio like to look at us, and wonder about ne.
We are very important!" ltMare could swell with
pride,,these stars would have buret. 'When they
had talked very hard for about an how, a small,
slender shaft of light twinkled into their midst.
"Who are you?" calve s thorns of alining' vairts.
ani the `Stir •OrfletlitAtentr was the' Anwer,
(Ile other stars ha& never 'heard of her. They
were inclined to Slush her up. But there was SOrne.
thing so sweet, ao pertetrating„to beautiful in her
light that they were conetrained to give heed.
"What is your history?" then demanded the larg.
est and oldest star.
The Star of Bethlehem quivered with n dear
disarm Which seemed to rhave *II the colors of the
rainbow.
"An angel with * tort tame and lighted me the
very drat Christmas Eve. I shone with a speeial
luster and guided Many people to the manger in
%Mellott, where the Christ Child lay with his
Mother Mary. Shepherds saw me while they wire
watching their sheep on the %Weide. And other
angel* of blinding beauty tang near me. They
played on golden harm The Ay Shone with a Ilea -
"only glory. There has never been title; :so won.,
derfati"
The other Ptars listened with awe, Befer.s. thi
arroet, erwiptilirig light they felt silent and humble.
Thee, for an inottant, there leame an ineemparabl3
%trainee: 'The Star of Bethlehern blared in inde-
oaribehle beauty. And faint 'and far esme the,
raw* of horus antl sinaing, 'ler Christ the
Cowl le hero!"
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Just a Picture of
His Mother.
(By Mary (raham Donner)
. Xt was the ticit Year he had ,vor been arm, frora
home and he wasfult-grOwn man. Other "years
he had been near enough to go tacit homo for.
Chrietmas, hut now his work had sent hint 1.,tross
the continent and he ,eouldn't possibly manage the
trip.
• lie had some evellent new frientia and he was
• going to have Christmas dinner with them. • And
• the family front home had acral a beautiful Christ-
mas box—cre'ry member of the family had cent a
• present.
It had-lreenied with holly and red ribbon and lie
had opened it (,,j'Istmas eve.
But now it waSArietmati morning and 'he was
$ust a little bit homeSick.
• Yes, just a little bit—perhaps it was more than
a little bit
And theasame the • _mil.
Ee had received all his preeentii,
his friends at home who wonld not send presents,
but who had remembered him. •
Yes, ho had been very fortunate. The homesick -
nese he felt was only natural. And then bci evened •
the small paekage Ideb the postman's rit.g had
brought to hint.
It was 'a photograph of hie mother, and it arrived
on Christmas Day.
And under it visa a Wt.! not, SuotA few words
of love and devotion end A. Christmas greeting.
Ile felt better already! For, even though there
most at times be separations, be had so wonderful cr,
home and mother that even though they were ap`art
attually their thoughts and spirits wero cos clo:,•-e to.
getter as though they were not eenarated.
It Was an excellent photograph of his mother, te.o.
What a perfect Christmas morning gift !
From The Carol of The Angels
(By Bev. W. I. Ilutiedgo).
angels I aing again to men
At con tasks, your OM refeain
Till glory shines around
Wel W001E19 *Mid life troubles Lear,
Of whet° advent quiets fear
And Inaketh iey ebcuri
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