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THE CHRISTMAS PARTY"You door
...Where are the rest of the finger bowls?.......I should think you might have thing•.'; moxa on your
ntind•-or don't you know that there should be mors than two ....Really, ,
mother, you were awfully careless..., th
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you4 he demanded. '"mike a scan!- sale rniaerably*. llut it mot. mo t ""
of .business to hear Camilla tall; to' hl'y demooMy.dear!" said Chris,
roan scold?" and took her. hand in
"Ilwt"t--o1rr no, no!" Mrs, Itoao ,you. alk: that toni�:tt» Sha—°nvlty,'
ovoid bi'^rsttltlerWly. '"1 �lnould,a't have she was like somebody else. Soma- sled to say bow badly ,she had
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she'll oh?" "Yon notation think ilio mush konfidpneer but be aeeiiied hardly to
about that," h told hi Sit, hear He !morel held her h d
beam daylight n
odd Mire. Roo, pd
Could say ao assets.
"Bot. uh., ass meter, I 4. love you!":
commit wird. ' $.e if I &het be,
colio I')segaged'.0 COrto-rias! i
ouldn`t Mss 1. toll Too. 1 Drew it
would hart y.na to think of my ieay.
int You. Ned in the night I nought
for the iliac tisae that not selling you
Wright hurt masse --if you Iwo. But
that was why—taWy that woo slay!
You know I love sato don't $."t1?"
"Vela," iwid Mrs, hese; "sl know.",
She drew her hiss the room, where When your bask is sore and lame
or 1 co sciatica or rheumatism
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on your aching back, and by the time
you count fifty, the oorecess and lam.
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poa't stay crialpkdl Thais soothing,
penetrating oil needs to 1* utoe only
once. It take. the pain right oat and
ends the misery. It ismagical, yet
absolutely harmkss and doesn't guru
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Nothing else stops lumbago, sciatica,
backethe or rheumatism so promptly.
It ;sever disappoiotsi
Ouch! My Back! Rub
Lumbago Pain Away
oh •aekasks away with moll
trios, bottts of old
"S!. Jacobs Oil?
\Iw is had stcoacl and had .hem:J. And
Ptah', being a eapabis person, took
them bath to hili arms at oinee, and
retreated to the davenport.
Gua was u the door, shorans!
"Wi�hert"4 my t'hristmaol Eight -
thirty. !tial I haven't .got a gift. No,.
lady IoVea me."
The four went out on the covet
together. The sun shone on the
rows of boosts, elicit on its Aug of
snow. Within were gifts and dove
and till the lanae reiatiunsittps. To-
da•v. at lesatt,''na sharp voices! Like
a hidden company of beauty, Chriat-
mus was upon the town for one !treat
lesson oto quicken love.. One, took.r
rd tit the houses, at the Winualows, at I r
the Taeople; in a new way;_ -
Chiu held open the gaits of their
home. and Camilla sold, as they fol.
lowed hot. iiao
r"?Whaat are you smiling at, ,moth-`
"I wins thinking," Mrs. Rosa un-
owered, "that wore all haapi r Got
no`bo'dy has ren enibered to says
Merry Christmas."
"Merry t=hriaatmas! " said: Gus. "T
heat you to it." , r
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ket upwards of : fifty years, . and in
at time it ha='s proved a .stewing to
thausands. It is in • high favor
throughout Canada mind its ei eell-
epee loot 'carried its.fame beyond thu
seas. If it were chaste the price it
both his own
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he said grimly, and let her pass.
Standing beside hoer mother in the
living roans, Camilla *aid good mount
to her gouts. She was as fresh air
when the evening had began. She
was laughing, and laving --this is the
only word for' her peculiarly region -
sive and intimate look and word to
everybody. That gay manner, those
ta.,Jer oyes, :thytt soft and sympa-
t:hetic voice were Camilla as her
guests; know her.
Chris lingerord.aa moment often the
rest. Gus was preparing to take the
"Living Teach" to, her aunt's tome.
This young girl carne prettily,to say
a another good night ,to Mrs.. Rosie,
who looed at her and thought:
"Pzobatly your voice can Sound like
Camilla's, sometimes." •
She ehtded herself, replied 'web.
*Madly to the girl and to Gus,. and
*Rood a sway to the kitchen,
"Where's Mts. Able?" she inqu"e.
*4 of the two women, who wero maks
ing reads to Ieave.
"Ifni. Ask said to tell you she
couldn't wait."
a'I ntrant to go' with her and spend
the iddlit," Mrs. Rose said quietly.
01 will go on After her now. 11ti11
you wait and tell Camilla—Miss Ca.
mills, that 1 have gone? I won't
disturb her now." '
mss tc.ie tier wrlapa trent Out side
otrythe strree+eet Mi.ut out WOK
snot nr skasee
ing Camilla main that night, She
and Gua would be nal right. She
*herself must get away .get dear
ar•
o., house . was stili. blaring with
light --ower and upper windows
throwinar gay banners *cross the
snow.. What s happy, I:eaee-filled
home it looked to be!
!Ria wont up the street, set with.
its eoawfortsble houses, every one on
its white snow rug. Most of the
Wawa war.' wiseping, every one with
its **notation of Christmaab. In
one lay gifts --treasures of
things selected with love, In
morns plans had been made,
realisad, or frustrated for .tomorrows.
Item sad there, bohind a>< abodea
light iilowo.d, r.I►trre two might be 'ill,
Ing tete Christmas stockitt s, trim. iniag tont Tlttistntas tree. The dill.
dren-•-oh. them one's thought might
rest. Attar they grew up, the w.'rid
araiwa difl'iriitt.
131aa lookod at tha mousses in a new
wety: In malty of these lived children.
tartly grown, still at horns!. 'Were
Meier conMl.iues kept back t Ilnd
Hasse mother; foiled as ale had fail.
od? in those houses were the yr"tura
'ao sharp--.'
The tears welled un and darkness
*ltd whiteness ;!swan► together. '11u'
cold, story night took no account of
her. +.Naristmlaa stars those warp
now. Already it was w'tll mast arid.
slight. Christmas morning !
At the trood^of foot on the' !mow
bahlad iisr,, she *weroed to let ;some
lot* sus go by. She heard . an eex-
viarataatiat, a hand was thrusat through
her atm, and thine was (wrist.
"Mota,er Rose!" he said. "But it
ea*'t be your!"
al
slum spoke aaaaatt t dually: "You
did&t *toy long with WARM." •
*No.' h8 answered shortly, ""Ili
itnatoit'?"' But yrott�•ts aamtathino Got
oolog
Ohm toM hist Where, she was using.
"I thiak fast !tatty tired, Chris,"' woo
a i that ahs saki. But he knew.,
"lisohor." he Rohl. "house I'm
mist to tail rot that, no mutter
what hsaaaatr—w"
"What iht revs meant" ,the "liked
tal"ar.tv., etilwit mar ha Aso"
tired—excited. She didn't mean to
be cross."
-"Nobody," said Chris, ""means to
be uross, One is or ono isn't. But
it isn't that. You know how I've al-
woys seen Camilla --gay and s 'War
p a t hetic-y-nnd--and tender. .die's
like that to eople. 1 though'b she
was like that."
"She is like that," Mrs. Rosso pro.
tested.
"'Yeo. ' `but • she's somethin else,
too. • Can't you asve..what it'would
mean to. a man to hear the girl he
loves going after. her•inother�--as she
did to -night?".
Mrs. Rose was silent. .Shot could
sec. She thought back over the'
preparation far the pasrty. The
countless instnnees of faultfinding,
of ironic comment, of impatien'c, of
irritation. She knew bow these
would have sounded to Chris, how
they bad sounded to her. But could
anybody abut her know that thew!' dict
not represent Ctlfnilln--that they
were not Cantina?
She turned'an him fiercely:
"But I know that these things
don't weigh a straw against all the
fine things that Cauitilla. is, . And you
lotlfbt to know that."
""1 don't know that," he said stub-
bornly. "I used to ,go to tho home of
one of my instructora at college, and
he hod a wife who talked like that.
She'd burst out at hien before people,
She'd •oar: 'Well, I should think you
might think of me:a little' bit," or
'Why en 'earth are you' so �. arelesa?
You never think of anything.' And
1 said to Myself then thtat, if 1• ever
married, 1'd haave.,a wife who would-
n't do that --if she didn't have an
idea in her bead. You see, it hop -
pens to I don'taknow that it ir sn't with
most men. Why, I've said .to ray«
self a dozen times that, Camilla, with
her lovely, voice anti her gentleness
could never map at anybody. And
to bear her doing oxaetly that thing.
to you tonight -1 tell you, WO bow
ed me over."
"She hardly ever"" Mrs. Rose
began, and then stopped, confronted
by the sdanpie truth that Camilla did
..almost every day,of her life.
Chris went on absorbedly: "tf olio
'would *peak' like that to hen` mother.
What would she aayf to hor hushed!
•when she got used to hiring . I tell
vote, Mother Roar 'I'nn not going to
have my children brought up in an
home whore there tan he outbreaks
like that."
"Chris," the old feebly, "you've
no right to judge her•.°"
""I didn't have to Miro hair," he
said. ""I heard her.""
They were walking in anew when
they canto to,Mrs. Ahlo's'gate. Shw
out out her band.
""You mean you're going to Moak
the engagement?" she. asked.
"1 don't know. what ton do," he raid
brokenly. "I love her. And I know
Saha loves one. You know that, too.
don't you?"
"loot .supl>ne aro;" maid Mrs. loose,
staartled.
'unmet you know 1" he cried sharpy
15•. r'llatsn't she *old you a'o?"
"Anybody can *ee that. Citric.'►
she :mid hurriedly. ""Goo.l night,
now.
But hg woo not to lieu out off.
"Mother Roast."" he demanded
didn't f.'amitlac tell you tattoo lamed ria'
when the told you we are +engaged 7"
It had to .roma* now. She said it
in a low voice of Awe,
""Cliri*, I'm not inueh of :i inather.
to -sI haven't her ronalldenec. Sera
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Potted it and abruptly he stoma sat
kiesgd her. 'Then he went.away,
Neither of them had thought t
says Merry Christmas.
II was the first night -beton
Christmas of her !married life th
Mrs. Rose had "spent outside he
'home. She lay' long awake, revol
ing the justice and mondinass ,of
!that a ;!rise had said. "And yet," ah
thought,, ""and yet. " .'rsignren:
of t;atmilla's words' camp • driftinge
hot?, almost as' in • delirium, u"
mother! A girl doesn't hove are
ception." An ""Darling; not t. agnth
aintz,Caniilla had been.. bent on pick
ing out :heraielf. She heard: "0
don't you know there ought to he
more finger.bowls?" •••
Toward daylight site drifted lilt
sleepand. woke with d :;:art --nth
hiidren's stockings were not filled
'flies, alto -remembered: The thin
were in ,her bureau drawer, beeaus
'Ch, mother, dealt -nobody doea any
thing now but bring the things int
the living -room after brenkfns
Don't bo so 'old-fashioned," i'h
all thought of Christmas was gone
and she was lying in her bed, wit
Cainilla's fuzzy head on her arm
and over the 'top of that ,head sli
`had dust turned to look tor` the firs
time into the eyes of her husband a
father. To that thought she ale
in some rennenthered content, and
she fell asleep again.
When the woke, the Clarit".ma
sun Was surging through her win
slows. It wars late., -later than
had: ever wakened before nn Chris
mss morning. By the time she w
belowat stairs, the present giving he
receivingwere finished in her sister'
household and breakfast was; ambo
to begin. She laid intended to
home for breakfast, but, the sank
down- listiesaly in her plaeo •alt h
sister's table a,n.I t'hok • he coffe
they brought her. Her .sister sal
nothing. beim$ one of those rte_per
sons who, at Unusual behavior in on
other, do not fix t}iatih ono with ai
eye of sympathy and demand
"Aren't you well?"
The young people, showed Mr
Rose their gifts and sho smiled oh
sently. At home she had .a blue ail
sweater for Camilla, Suddenly sh
could hear Camilla toying easuall
tomo. day. -long after si'`hristraas
''Mother, darling. I can't help' wish
Ing you had bought me An orange
sweater."
She was still at the table .-not
moth niter eight o'cic'..k when the
door -bell rang. ,She braced herself
eyebrows surmisedoamill :rep"Mother,
dearest, why on earth -swell, didn't
vont have any consideration for us
leio've leen worried to death aiid 1
should think you might."
Ilut it wawa iiot C'aniillat. It wa-,
Chris.
e iornheoth'to him be din Ommidst
Christmas litter, lookingSerene and
almost happy.
"Mother." hot asaidnd he had
never maid it like that "1 was
wrong last !night,"
She looked at him motels.
• '"You Ware more generous to ('am.
;11ao than I was ;=ami yet who should
he more generous than 1-46 the girl
ran siting to marr,y?"
"Chris, dear "
"I love her," said Chris. simply.
thing oboeot . If i ht to e`as against
hin thin ye�r n
herself to ovcretame-Mand she has+.
Ism not blind to that!= then it's ray
btisinesas, if 1 love her, to help her to
overcome it. And 1 ado love her, It
atoms ata the that that* never known
how much I loved her until least night
wh n 1 faced le*ving heli."
"IC* is bis way to look eat it,
"It'ae the only way to look at it.
Leaving her waukln'.t i'ettla anytlaino.
Per prnHe** would 1* tbnre prat he
wam*.Baskkxs, 1 can't run, 1 leave
"I love her, too." said Mrs, Ileac.
More came a step an.'! a Wing and
4 Woke.
"'Staayr litre." -raid tiro. latae t.
Chris,
She atapnard into ere holt, and
Otero was t'amills.
But I smillaa wwaa.t n. **king wide
woo than ntatttra - '.r r nt.anto:iot lir.
Pro/040.0 blotto/id, with hor chink
ing
Iter whothile., asitia tiro* say-
:
''eh, moth.r. 1 kisnw e;tyr yea
meet. away, *oil I don't Mao. yen--
I'd kine eerie), ton 1 wwse, har,iblw
abut the !lagb w
er-.lio anal :sheet the'
whst. forty. t'v. : been hn..id.'
*bent everything, 1art nip ht xh.ta'
t knew ,pat wor.tet there you .
weren't th.m noetk.e. ?MI sues'
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