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The Clinton New Era, 1915-12-23, Page 7PAGE SIS. T FIE CLINTON IkTON.'r ERA. Phui(!day December 23rd, 1915 C� "hristmas as Usual in eanada" THE JOY OF MAKING HEAVY HEARTS LIGHTER IS NEAR AT HAND NOT ENOUGH CHILDREN ever receive the proper balance of food ©Dll�9s C��fl��11'�s to sufficiently nourish both body and G brain during the growing period when s �lnn o nature's demands are greater than in ` 06 mature life. This is shown in so many d77 pale faces, lean bodies, frequent colds, . and lack of ambition. For all /such children we say with unmistakable earnestness: They need Scott's Emulsion, and need it now. It possesses in concentrated form the very food elements to enrich their blood. It m changes weakness to strength; it makes them sturdy and strong and active. Scott &Sown, Tomato: Ont. CA PTATN Jimmy Smith Weed in a funny little House down on the beach. Once it had been the cable of his old schooner, Shim- mer; now It was the only home Cap- tain Jimmyhid his cat Vixen had. In the sumincr time he sold flsu and morn, . Angels of innocence to mortal guise clams and lobsters to the summer' cot- shall look upon' me with their faithful tagers, but in the winter he had hard eyes; work to keep the little cabin warm and And, looking, see find food for himself and Vixen. A greater thing in me Than the bare figure of A tree. It.was the day before Christmas, and Deltoid! in every limb' the beach was rough with ice. I thrill with praise of him "Snow!" said Captain Jimmy, as he For whom I stand in memory. left his little house and went up to- Icings of the east and wise men three ward the village. ]:lis pipe was' be- there were tween his teeth, but he was not smok Who brought to him rare frankincense Ing—be was out of tobacco. and myrrh. He smiled sadly because he knew t So do balsamed branches when they tir hat he would have a lonely Christ- In the warm airs that move about this max. Ile had no wife or children, and room, he was very much alone. The poor are And render forth their homage in per- fume. often forgotten.- - Lift up your hearts anew, 0, careworn By the time Captain Jimmy had men! bought some flour and salt pork and a Look up with glad, believing eyes again; little coffee it was dark and snowing And, loong, kisee A greater thing in mo fast. So when he heard the sound of Than the bare figure of a tree. children crying he stopped in surprise. Behold! in every/ limb "Hullo!" shouted Captain Jimmy, 1 thrid in praise of him and the crying stopped at once. In For or whom I stand In memory. —Tam Daly. another minute Ise almost tumbled over two little children who were running along the beach path. "Heave ho!" called Captain Jimmy,. and he put out a long arm and gath- ered the little ones close to bim. "What are you doing here?" he shout- ed, for the wind was screaming now. They tried to explain, but Captain Jimmy cop1dn't understand a word they said, they cried so much, and at last, half dragging, half carrying them, he hurried them into the warm little cabin where he lived. When the kerosene lamp was lighted the two children stopped crying and smiled at Captain Jimmy. r. "Are you Manta Claus?" one lisped, and the other little girl, who looked exactly like her, giggled and clung to Captain Jimmy's big hand. "T love oo, Idisther 'Manta. Claus," she whispered. "Bless your sweet hearts." cried Cap- tain Jimmy, his eyes full of tears, "I, guess I'll have to be Santa Claus to- night! I can never get you home to- night in this howling blizzard!" The two little girls smiled brightly and took off their red cloaks and knit- ted caps and leggings and rubbers, "We're lost," said one of the twins, and she told a long story of how they had gone to walk with nurse, who had suddeuly run away and left them in the woods. "We hollered, lent she wouldn't come back,' said Linnie sad- ly. "My mamma scolded her this aft- ernoon." "What are your names? Where do you live?" asked Captain Jimmy as be pushed them up to the table before two great howls of bread and milk. "Brown? Goodness me, I never heard of any Browns over to the Point! You'll have to stay here till morning." "Will Thenta Claus come here?" ' asked Linnie. "He's got to!" said Captain Jimmie. By and by after, the twins had said their prayers and were sound asleep on Captain .Timmy's bed while Vixen pur- red at their feet, Captain ;Tinnily walk- ed the floor and whistled a tune. "I reckon that Santa Claus, could never get down my little stove pipet" he chuckled, "so I'll just have to 911 'those two little stockings myself!': Sometime afterward a number of people hurried through the snow and peered into Captain jimmy's window, What did they see? Why; just Captain Jimmy, with his empty pipe between his teeth, holding two little stock- ings in his bands. Suddenly he be- gan to take things off the mantel- piece and put them into the steehings. They were things ithat Captain Jimmy loved -they were :ell theut he had— bits of coral and pretty shelis from far countries, some odd wooden toys he had play ed with when lie was, a child and two red apples. CAPTAIN JIMMY HELI) 'rust as 11e was TWO sTOOKINOs IN l3 the stock - HIS HANne. Ings, on the edge of the shelf the door burst open and some people. rushed in and began to hug hien and question Him, and they all tallied at once. They proved to be the father and mother and uncles and aunts of the lost twins, and they were so grate- ful to Captain Jimmy for his kindness to the twins that they insisted on tak- ing him home with them to spend Christmas. And Vixen, the cat, went along too,. and the stockings which Captain Jim- my had fitted. Mr. Brown engaged Captain Jimmy to be captain of his yacht, and Captain Jimmy smoked his pipe and said it was his happiest Christmas. .._ SONG OF THE TREE. Once out of midnight sweet with mys- tery The wonder of all wonders came to. be, So shall the dawn a marvel make of me, For when In all niy beauty 1 am born In the first glimmer of the Christmas The Christ Child. Oh, the beauty of the Christ Child. The gentleness, the grace, The smiling, loving tenderness. The infantile embrace! All babyhood be holdeth, All motherhood lnfoldeth, rot who hath seen his face? Oh, the nearness of the Christ Child When for a sacred space 14e nestles In our very homes, Light of the human race! We know him and we love him, No man to us need prove him, Yet who bath seen his face? —Mary Mapes Dodge. 1-1104111 13 FUR 5.ELAIJ By BERTHA, M. MASTERS OLLY DANE eat up in bed and -blink- ed belt sleepy eyes. The nurs- ery was very quiet,' except, for the snapping of. the coals in the grate. The 'fire made n soft glow or red light on the ceiling, and the figures on the N1 other Goose wall paper seem- ed alive. see� It was Christ- mas hristmas eve, and it • seemed to Polly that she had been asleep for hours, yet the big clock in the lower hall was only booming eleven times. "I wonder if Santa 'Claus will find Lucinda's stocking?" thought Polly. "P'raps by and by 1'11 go and see it he has been there;" Polly closed her eyes and thought about Lucinda Ames, who was cook's little girl. Lucinda was as black as night. but she was just Polly's age, and Polly lilted her. Lucinda told most of her secrete to Polly. That was how Polly knew that 'L vi.:40::ret'.- tel,ro9D'OIB,fAWletid�C�0t79�C3',Ed®�W tg WinterSession aPes al • Opens ;Tannery 451 in all r departments or the Cl}NT— W TEAL BUSINESS COL- tp • i.,1,C,iIt, Yonge and Gerrard et 2 Streets', MI'Oronto Our .� ey Catalogue expiable our sue se di ltcrionty in !Equipment, re 3Staff, Methods and Results ®' l lou are. invited to write to VA for it if interested in the et 2 kid of school. work which, ® brings best success. Ad l,;2 ee dress W. 11. SHAW, Prem.ee 9', dent. "SANTA CLAUS HAS Dune l" OHUOI<LED not, r.r. Lucinda wanted n little "white folks'" d"Iiia iii tend of the cunning black ba - hies tint people puce her. 1'nlly went 50 sleep and woke up with tr start She was sure that she had "Oa crisis a wake ,tri the time. ;'et trent nitelltieCCe there hung a fat, bulg-- lu ea Claus has been!" chuckled :aid site slipped tint of beth and til te•ross the floor. utely,' kuobby, mysterious glia:; her stocktug wast n!' the toe. vets money—real tummy! Mei • ,;I her from the top or the ems the sweetest little baby . ,,aid imagine. . ar; 1 Ila hupe tacit Santa Claus cul Lucinda one just like It!" Iv_ "1 believe I'II see!" ..,ea, with her little white iIftg on e red carpet,at, Polly 'Neatly (Along' the hall until rd.the door that led Into the m'('0 the servants slept. •r,a deur was 1•luggle's and the e duct' led into the room where e. the cook. slept with her little !.n1'lli<ia. rout the knob of this door hung a big while stacking • nil, like folly's, I4 was bulging with hobby things. lltit alas! Prom the top of Lucluehr's stocking there popped bra l5 unby doltt. It was black—instead of white. ]:Tow poor Lucinda would cry! • Polly's heart beat eery fast as she gc'ai6Iy malt the black baby oitt or Lee cintbl s stocking and diek Ing it under her arm, she runt back to the ilnreery. She Mid to climb on a their to reach Inc own' white baby doll liar sone elm end taken it out of hem et—neither and put the cunning binc'h baby in Its ;•;ace. "1 Dery hada lilarhdolly, acid they are •50 dear ,and 1 01101ul., Polly ly tide herself while she hogged her otvu prem taus baby to her helmet, tlst, She hugged the baby troll nil the ant• hack .to Lucinda's dne' mill she kissed It fondly .es she pierced It in the tort. of Lncinda's stocking. eVheu sae pneeed the door or her mother's room she, dill not see fsnir ?yes watching her. And the must be,iut.iful surmise of all ^ante .iftet hrt al Inst! Pauses father found two espei'inlly alee pr'e'sents ter Potty and Lucinda, wain was erazee with delight over her white I'nhy doll. Santo Clans eertdinly sloes do funny allege! On the Cbiisttcns tree were a vette baby doll t'or unselfish Polly and t dear little black one for Lucinda! main egoesetoestseeesseeekodieso 1 re IIER DREAMS CAME TRU[ Life Unbearable from Indigestion Health.Restored by "Fruit-a-tives" Aiii n , of Sadie, C1 C By BERENICE JACISMAN i *firt0NrO ro: cwt°r�'::wt MELLE..C.GAUDREAU Itochon P.Q., Jan. loth, 1915. uI suffered for many years with terrible Indigestion and Constipation. I became thin and miserable. I had frequent dizzy spells and became so run down that. never thought I would get well again. A neighbor advised me to try `Fruit- a -fives'. I did so and to the surprise of my doctor, I began to improve and he advised rmetogoonwitla`T+nveit-a lives'. I continued this medicine and all my Indigestion and Constipation was relieved. I consider that I owe my life to `Fruit-a•tives' and I want to say to those who 'suffer from Indigestion, Constipation or Headaches, try `Fruit- a-tives'. Give this lovely fruit medicine a fair chance and you will get well the same as I did". CORING GA'UD13.F.AU. 50e. a box, 6 for $2.50, trial size, 25o. At all dealers or sent postpaid by Fruit-a-tives Limited, Ottawa. The arktmas Fong % [The region between Jerusalem and Bethlehem was formerly covered with a forest of pines, which has since entirely disappeared.] HE forest in a whisper spoke, Vine to flower and pine to oalt. From holy hilted 1'erusalem To where, upon Its leafy hem, The humble village clung— Calm Bethlehem, dark, yet litre a gem, Enwrapped with light, as jewels are, By trembling radiance of the star. The trees a coming wonder told While yet the birds, their songs unsung, Dreamed of the coming of their young. But, though of splendor bright The forest breathed. Its boughs were hung With sable shade; no taper's beam Cast through that dusk its happy gleam. The angels sung; the shepherds came; In the tone manger shone a flame Thatburned with supernatural light. The pine trees •whispered through the night, And, though the Saviour's birth Changed not their shadowy gloom to white, They in a patient darkness etlll Bowed, sighing. and obeyed his will. Vanished Is that old torest now And withered wholly, root and bough, Yet in all Christianrealms of earth Springs a new forest, colt of mirth That lights withradiant cheer . The evergreen's enduring worth, and tothat whispering prophet brings' A glory of the King of. kings. For all our merry Christmas trees Glow Pair with flame and revelries That cluster round them year by year, And fir and pine, or far or near, Live upright, gladly die. Knowing that they to God are. dear, And bring to man, illuminate, A torch that leads to heaven's gate. 'Even_ so the measureslow of time, •. Like a rhythm closed with rime, Raises the patient soul on high, Brings joy to life, even from a sigh, And inconclusion sweet Dark grief with gladness can ally. . So shines the forest when we meet With light and song, Christ's birth to greet. —George Parsons Lathrop. Libetsmamaiwipama Make the Liver Its laity Nine times in ten when the liver is right die stomach and bowels right. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS gentlybutfirmlycom- pe) a lazy liver to do its duty. Cures Con- stipation, Indigos - tion, Sick Headache, sad- Distress after Eating. Small Pill, Small Dose, Small Price. Genuine must beer Signature fennaliftlfanaWMPI CATER' i9"rl fz VER RILLS. OR w eeks and weeks before Christmas Tom. my Lee had been talking about what lee expected to find in his stocking; embed wtittea a letter to Santa Claus' and given it to his mother to post, aed then he flattened his freckled nose �Against the e s ho p . ing the pregents choose , He wanted. "And et pair o2 roller skates," he said one day to Ben Walker. Tommy was only seven, while Ben was seventeen years old. "Huh!" sneered Ben. "Santa Claus "don't come to poor kids." And he Went away. "Mother," said Tommy, with a quiv er'in his voice. "Ben says.Santa Claus don't come to poor folks' houses." Mrs. Lee smiled sorrowfully. "I am "PLEASE," SAID TOMMY BREATHLESSLY, "ARE You 5ANT i maws ?" euro he will put something inme' boy'e stocking," she seta. "I suppose lie woaldn't hrhlg a pair of roller skates," remarked 'Pommy, "Or some nice w'lil•Il, glet'tS 11 11(1 Shoes for you, mother?" • "I am afraid not, dear, You see, there are 00 many to I'eia'ttibeft.. Tommy said nothing 1'ur ti time, 1f his father had been alive- He (-hotted back a sob and 51111 -ed into the dark little bedroom. In the bottom drawer of the bureau be found a poly of his father's big wooles t.ut•1s "PH be back soon, 'twitter!" called Tommy, and he sc•e"led Out Five minutes aftereand 'Pommy Lee was trudging up the haled ermine. t, sleigh glided up In trout u1' tt heou- tifnl white marble nmnlslue, and out or it hobbled an old man i.0 a fur emit, He wore a furry cap milled over his white curly hair, and his whiskers were white and fluffy, ties Tommy was sure that he had found Santa Claus. Tommy Lee hopped atter the furry coated old than, and when a tall foot- man „ mmwent In- ' rtiiin opened the c1 oo ! o 3 In- side, and no one saw him until the lit- tle old gentleman snapped on the elec- tric 1igbts in his library. "Please," said Tommy breathlessly., "are you Santa Claus?" "Bless me! What a question! Per- haps I am. But how did you come in?" Tommy Lee told him, and be even explained why he had brought Ms fa- ther's big' woolen socks. "One is for mother, and the other is for me, please, Mr. Santa Claus. I did, wish for roller skates -at first, but mother needs shoes and gloves and a little'rest. -Do you have any rest in your pack, sir?" Santa Claus nodded his head. "Heap's of it," he promised. "Where is your father, My Lad?" "He is dead." said Tommy tearfully. "He was shot by a burglar who was stealing from a_rieh man's house. i1Ty father was a brave policeman." "Shot—by a burglar," Santa Claus looked very thoughtful, just as though Tommy's.father had been killed hi his. beautiful house, which happened to be the case. "Well, young men, suppose we call for my sleigh and we will go to the shops." Tommy Lee never forgot that won- ' derful ride. After the sleigh was full o:C 'beautiful bundles they dashed up to Tommy's home and startled Mrs, Lee by, bringing in dozens of paper packages. One of them held a tine pair of roller skate's, And while the .friend: of Santa Claus talked to Mrs. Lee and promised her work ha his own. house Tommy fell fast asleep with his cheek upon his father's woolen socks. And when he awoke it was Christmas morning. MAGIC READ THC AKINGLABEL P4 0 ai:u POWDER CCangri c rlisaauass 1!I1°©Dole,. Cib1•istmas' would be almost as In-..- 'omplete without its love superstitions is without its holly and plum pudding, and the maid who c,nnet forecast her inn U11/101110] fort, ne nc least nmre year is s'c•arcel,y worth .i lover at all She ought to know, whether she floes or not, that if she wants her husband to be to reveal, himself to her &veins she has only to sty the est; of r hli It hen on Christmas ere and any fears or hesitations she mli;? he troubled With Will soon he dispelled when on1.5 her head is t'ozily piilowed. if she wishes to matte the spell as potent es possible she will boil the egg hard. re move the yolk and. after she has filled up the cavity with comtnon or table salt, will eat egg, shell, salt and all. If she doesn't dream of her lover then It will cel, talniy not be the hen's fault 1f she le not partial w eggs our cu. rious young laity nsay peel a St. Teem ns` onion. wrap it in a handkerchief and place it under her pillow on Christmas eve, lreciting these mystic lines as she does so: Good St. Thomas, do me right And ere my true love dome tonight. That 1 may see hint In the ram And him In my kind arms embrace. It is just -ns nater:a for a maid to speculate as to the ardor of her ewein's affection as to wish to settle tate young man's identity, and if slue will she may know to a nicety how fur his in- fatuation Lor her has gone. This. is what she must do to gain ibis desira- ble knowledge: When she retiree to bed she must place three pails or wa- ter in her-beth•oonl mid tittncil three holly leaves to her nightdress. Then let her slumber in full nssm•nneethat her lover In dream 1'ornt will , resent himself and touch one or other or the three pails. Ana all depends on what particular pail, he roadies, it it Is No. 1 it is a sure .sign that his nffeetion is ' but akin deep: 11' No, 2. he worships the very greuiid she Melds On, but if he touches the third pail, Alas, for her expectations. for he loves her not at all! But Cupid has nn monopoly of Christ- mas superstitious. Did not Shake- speare himself lend his sanction to the belief that the c'or'k by its crowing on Christmas night keeps all evil In- fluences at a respectful distance? Some 'say that over 'gainst that season comes Wherein our S'ivinar's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth alt night long. And then they. say no spirit dare stir abroad. LilteTzLezzom By CLARISSA MACKIE��tsee,§ T was thtbe- i• �'vas fo e Ch and the 6 partment store was cr'owded with people hur- rying to buy giftsat the very tact minae. Ethel Mason and her Uncle. Peter rolled up to the store in a beautiful motor- car, for the Ma- sons were very rich and lived in a marble house up near the park. Uncle Peter had promised Ethel a gold watch for a Christmas' present, and now they had come to -buy:' it; but, first, they were going up to the toy department so that, Ethel might see all the wonderful playthings. Up in the toy department little Ad- dle ddie Simpson ran to and from bundle counter to busy clerks every time one of them called "Forty-three!" Addie's number was "Forty-three," and every one called her by that num- Heart Was So Weak Could lot 1, Go Up'Stairs Without Help. Whets the heart becomes weak and does not do its work prcperly the nerves.. becotne unstrung and the whole system . seems to go "all to pieces." When this happens you need a tonic to build up both the heart and nerves, and Milburn's Heart and. Nerve Pills will accomplish this for you, providing you io not let your case run too long and allow it to become chronic. Mrs. Pivangiliste Loverdure, bort Coulonge, Que., writes: "Last summer 1 my heart and nerves were so bad I could not sleep at night, and my heart was so weak 1 could not go up stairs without help. My doctor said he could do no more for me as my heart was completely done. A cousin of mine came in one day and told me that :i'Iilbunt's Heart and Nerve Pills cured her completely. I immediately gave her 50 cents to bring me a box, and since that day there i5 a box always ou my sideboard. I am now well, and my heart and nerves are stronger than when I was a little school girl I advise anyone with heart trouble to try them. No doctor can beat them." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are 50c per box, 3 boxes for $1.25; for sale ac all dealers; mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Mb'brn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. ss1$raa6, CMSTIld frt ase Rri' •a•-s,pfNaGrYs P' Wr. eifZ ' ` SCHOOL TEACHER 'Wards off Nervous Freak Down Alburtis, Pa.—"I am a teaehei in the public schools and I got into a ver ner- vous run-down condition. I could not sleep and hadnoappetite. I was tired all the time. My sister asked me to try Vinol. I did amend within a week my ap- petite improved and I could sleep all eight and now I feel well and strong.''- ROSA M. KELLER, Alburtis, : Pa. We guarantee Vinol, our'delicious cod liver and iron +tonic, for all weakened run-down conditions and for chronic coughs, colds and bronebitie. J. 11. Deady, Druggist ' Clinton0 , "I8" I LOSE MY JOB THERE WILL 1115 NO ONE TO TAKE CARE OF Oi1ANDiIOS'HER." ber. I don't think many of them knew her real name. "Hurry along there, Forty-three!" said the clerk. "What's the matter with you tonight?" Ethel watched Addle go to the bun- dle counter and come running back with the parcels, and Ethel laughed. "What are you laughing at, Ethel?" asked Uncle Peter. Ethel told him. "She jumps Tike a jack-in-the-box, Uncle Peter." But Uncle Peter did not laugh. "She is very tired," be said gravely. "Per- haps she wishes that she was going to have a Christmas tree in the morning and have a nice dinner afterward." "Perhaps she is, Uncle Peter," said Ethel, pouting, for she did not like to be reminded of poor people. "Shall we find out?" he asked, and he walked right up to the bundle coun- ter and asked Forty-three where she lived and what washer real name. Addie looked frightened. "I haven't done anything wrong," she said piti- fully. "If I lose my job there, will be no one to take care of grandmother." "Don't worry, Addie!" smiled Uncle Peter. "We're just going to call on 6all." r• that' . rnEdmothe s al Peter tall Uncle 1 eter and the little cirri in the fur coat who was just Addie's age left the toy department and en- tered the motorcar and were soon whirling through the east side streets. They found grandmother almost help- less with crippled hands and feet, but even rheumatism could not prevent her from malting the room clean and neat. But there were no signs of Christmas. "Addle will be half dead with weari- ness after this Christmas rush," sighed grandmother. "And how about A,ddie'S Christmas? asked Uuele Peter. Grandmother shook her silvery head. "We are tbaukful if we eau keep warm. for Christmas," she sighed. "I wanted to get something, but 1 could not.", "Db you mind if we help?" asked Thi- ele Peter. "Bless your kind hearts, I dell be de- lighted!" And grtidmother'smiled so beautifully that Ethel could not help but thunk that Addle Simpson was rich In j011 hiring such a getindnsothei. twee Peter and Addle had sueh a busy hour niter chat. the big :into took in the queerest load --n small Christmas tree and a -box of ornaments —11 big baelk.et of good things. a chick. en and Oi'1 iges and urns and raisins and candy and vegetables, and back t" the big department store where they bought comfortable clothing for grand- mother and Acldie niid some books and toys and a big doll, and back to the tenement. Now 1'or yotu' gold watch, my teat," said Uncle Peter 1' 18 5111 i' want nut: "Please, Tends Rater, 1 meet mint the evntch"said Eike sohttl;y. „Take tile- money for Addle Sinipsula."