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Show OUR HOLIDAY SUPPLEMENT concludes: and vet, lust then the dock the strikes; spear falls in full, sonorous round. strokes, each seemingly of a purpose to remind him of the dav and hour. He counts involuntarily until the last vibrates into silence; H. midnight, and the New Year! Harold walks deliberately to his desk, sits down and writes: "May 1 come to you? Haiioi.k." And dates it ".New Year's day." Me steps quietly down to where the letters lie, for the early postman's call, and then betakes himself to bed, shamefaced but contented. A ruse for psycholo- - j promising you not to? I've a great same moment. gists, he ponders, and then dismisses i mind" "No, sweetheart, you Haven t a that part of it to dccul.r at what earliest hour lie may see her. Shall he send great mind." he says, caressingly. us forget that time, that terrible time, a message? No, he'll go himself. to- we "It and ouly reiueinW that Within the next while impatience perches upon his shoulder and pecks at his heart. He forces himself to go out and walk. walk, until lie Knds himself close to the street where Jessica lives. Then he turns, goes back whence he came, and in haste calls a cab. fearing he may lie late and she expecting him. Shall lie lw laggard in love? Oh. it is too early; what shall he do? Iluy some flowers, of course: why had he A great peace seems to till Jessica's nut thought of that. The florist's soul as she awakes New Year's morn- treasures are ransacked to select ing and reiuemlters with her first con- sweets enough for his sweetheart. Itut scious thought that she has recalled Jessica must have grand flowers: orher lover, i'ride. ijuotha! What has chids and rich crimson-hue- d ruses, pride to do with true love? Surely ca melius and blossoms of gold. He Harold would not slight her call, und consumes the time and at last, as she lies in her dainty nest of lace at last! he is on the steps, and down, with Harold. Harold, lluruld at the ih sir. in the hall; somehow ever coursing through her brain, her lie or the man disposes properly little maid enters licaring the morn- of outer I h' longings and he finds himing cup of chocolate on a sil- self in the drawing room where last he ver tray. Ileside the steaming suw her: his pulses stand still and then drink lies a bunch of blush roses, the blood surges like lava through his with love from doting parents, and veins, for she is there, coining lightly, that a letter. She lifts it uninter-estcdl- eagerly into his fond arms, laying Iter only to stare at the great sweet head iiMin his breast, with but sprawling, unmistakable chimgraphy. a wonl. almost a sob: From Harold! It cannot lie an answer , "Harold!" to hers so soon! She tears it open and "My Jessica: my own!" And then, in one long kiss, the devours t he one line: Hakoi.k." reconciliation is accomplished: the "May 1 come to yon? Anil the date it is New Year's day. past forgotten. Jessica is his and he Happy, thrice huppy she. He must is hers, and they twain shall lie one have written at. precisely the time she flesh. did. for the sweet missive to reach her "Harold." says she. "at what time at this hour: and by now he has her did yon write?" "As near us I can recall at about one letter: both were eager: Imth wrong anil lmth right. She must make haste: minute after the cliwk had struck he will ii ime. So she makes herself twelve last night." charming: fresh as the dawn of the "Why, I was writing lo you just new day and the New Year and sweet that very moment." she tells him w ith as the blush roses she pills amid her u huppy little laugh. "And do you laces. know, you haven't asked me a single question ulmut that evening: you reHarold Cray, tossing, restless, sleeps call? when you wen- - so so " "Never mind that evening." says he, but little, alternately wr.ithy with his "weukiu-ss- " as he disdainfully culls it. and again glad in his heart of hearts will settle the matter. If thut y Jessica refuses to see him. why-th- en He none of her! he'll for good. anywhere, will go away from the world, if need lie. to forget her winsome face. If she sends him u word, just one word, and that "Come." why how huppy they will lie. Only a short delay will he brook; wasted I whole precious year has Isi-out of their lives and he will take her fur away, to some of those Is'iiuti fill isles where they can la- - alone. Alone with each other! lleuvens! As he dreams thus, he turns white to the lips, with a hsik on his face that no soldier friend ever saw when they faced the foe. His letters lie him und his eyes have flown to the which Wars dainty missive his name in delicate, yet decided char- IIAIMKII II UK I.I MINol'K KVKS TO Tllh acters. It is Jessica's hand that traced 1'I.IH'K. that name, und here lies his fate. was so so: but .les-ie- :i He pulls himself together: "when Nonsense! . it is quite impossible that she could darling Jessic-.i- don't yon think yon u were well ju- -t a iittli trifle just have his note anil he an answer so bit- -'" re. have must written this early; "Of course I was." she answers ! lie tears If so then she horrid the envelope almost to bits in his im- promptly. "I was so were you. Harold, you know it and a heartfelt "Thunk and Cod" patience I w escapes his lips as he scans the line: was not yon sawhewaltzing ith Jack." "Not you'.1" "Not yon? suys. "Come to me if vmi care to. Jkkmica." Why. I would have staked my life it And the date? Why. it is "New Year's was you." "Well, you would have lost." she reday." a grim plies. "It was Cousin Jessica, who with So. he thinks how looks so like me und w hom you have reuliniug enjoyment, albeit shuken he is. thut the same impulse never met. How could you think I must have prompted them both at the would wultx with anyone else, after are -- in 1 1 Wftiig'iWraE'?: i wtoko&c VI reoj of U Well njaj be tlje Btti?clef?CT?"Suv II J)ii tfct YII aels (J0i4 its wrelf of tfy ttgQwtbf iderU of 0f ire. OHtor etoird bbe Ubeq 1 Ertiljeiitfiwitjilbtjaijoitc? t over tfc ffiaer Ti tc only WTte dovtfrj III Mad batljcd U',crc tbf io Qlorj (qc Cbjld aird 6ood forlorrj. cijild of a little oqe uqdefiled lndfacf HiCi dpt wljicli lowly place fjottr k$ I rqay coijqjer IX IWDijder.botcaRROttell, QaM A pit U njay iforld Still sljiiie iri frje heart oj npfrcriiji! utifrcr dvp tiiBis Ana sines. IV Waive porcrjf,e 0 tottlis VIII ip jpacr. JXdit soddqlv vai stcod Christ Wdd bong tfljq "Ariirt I at kill Lh..1 tfepjof dje tof Still mi tydfttK to-da- y y. oay. oftrtfiecraille shine. Lonjfort us if d sfjidoWy cross A X eyes Of & (uyps 4iy s(Jt d)cir Rjr (ft fortf to look for tV fatye rt btar$ Intl.. (...... :t..i ;;.. .1 f A ad Mujht Sunset. with the rich KTKIt OF A HAY tenixt, A battle of And the wunlx of the holy scripture Were borne to my toul BRain An I thought of the wonderful gladneMR ( f Minxhiue after rain ; ma-itr- 1 11 1 riM-nii- l- - - - ht sjM-ec- Ami yet when the gloom ie thickwtt, Ami the day in aluiot done. He u cheer and courage In the gleam of the netting un. Ring Out y tit n tropical flower ir. .lesxicii. to u linni miiuc SKin-is- ll Hllcestur lllis leiUeil tiled licr ilurk eyes mill uliimnii-line- d skin, uiul whose niiht hnve i under the snmc wimn sun that Uisscs Mich (lowers to It is uiul .Icssicu near the stroke of ruiscH her luminous eyes to the clock, a pretty Uiy in ivory und guW, all lovcs, miiipini; Cupids und coning eliiisiiip- the In mr-- hiii! rininK1 them nut in sweet chillies umiii golden liells. "Ilnu- nlrunin1 it scciiik," she suys softly to herself, ".lust nut year Htfo: unit we wen- - so huppy! I heanl tohail returned: if I night t hut Hhi-iicould but nv him; just a moment, to niy how si irry I am. und how foolish to let pride stand me and my love." She rises impatiently and paces the tiisir in her unrest, the white draperies of her jfown inakinif a soft froii fmu on the rich rug's as she walks. Pride and love Iihvc foii-fli- t within her too often for her not to dreiul the struirle: only she feels that she must see him. her lover, mi soft anil tender in to her. yet brave w it lull and iiiii nly. While she lives over and yet airain in memory, all the happy hours they knew once so lone Hfi' 1 see ins: though but a twelvemonth the hour ring out softly, clearly, with slow, musical strokes upon the gulden hells of the pretty toy that stands aliove She muses to listen the fire. and count, and rcciills with a thrill how Harold looked at just this hour a he stood listeninjr to the jyeara-fouout the old midnight cli lines rinu-uir in the new. and waiting year. with longing' and yes. she is sure lovinir eyes, yet dignified mien, for her wiini 01 lorgirciiess or iiisuussai. she'.1 How could she let li i ill go thus. she thinks, without an explanation".' True, he ought to have known: but there -- how should he know? And so the twelve strokes full her heart, lingering, slow, telling that the old year is dying ami the ncu year close. Close? It is here! And nil lit once a sudden impulse seizes .lessicu: she flies swiftly to her ivory escritoire: in her haste, so eager she can cuive control her pen to truce the words, uiul she writes, at tirst many wonls. then upon u new sheet of puH-r- . only a line: "Come to me if you can- to. Wtill-ilerf- nl wind and rain. Jiwt when tba (loom wait thickmt. Thaiinn (but forth aKain; Lit with a blaa of glury f the Tha track teething wares; Fell like an ancel'n Mewing (in the dewlate church yard graTett; jOave heart of hope to the Niiber Wearily farina home: I Brightened the brow of the good wife WatcbitiK till he nhould come. And thought that rrer the A otki in (ialilee. N ready to calm tlie tumult Of xtorin ou lanil or ea. the Old A flower unknown; a book unread; tree with fruit uuharrented ; A path uutrod ; a houne wlione roouui Ijick yet the heart' divine rfumee; lie landicape whoee wide In nilent ihaale 'neath lilent nkieii; A wondrou fountain yet nnneated; A caeket with it glfta concealed ; Thia l the year that for you waita Keyoud myntic gate. thin flower to you unfold lh. may Vinioni of lieauty sweet and new ; Tbi book on golden trace Your Mured joyi and deed of grace! May all the fruit of thia utrange tree LnKcioiu and rov tinted lie: Thia through fleUla of knowledge go: 'lhii houne with lOTe'i content o'erflow : Thb landiicaiie glitter with the dew hone anil frieniUhii true: Of lile-eThin fount ain'K living cryktal cheer. A fail the iiringi that once were dear; Thia cakt with uch genu be atored A biue in live that love the Ixu-- : A ige ith .l d e three-wheele- d 1 "He-hear- 1 ' - f I -i- : - t r j ' - eim-li"--- ; . iliri-ctilian-.'lilii: nyr fmm almve in wliicli iniri-n- r ..m - tin- - lull I'si-eli- r ciliisit-fiirmid .ctVctcil tlie'il-rill a inw. el f.iriu ii th -- AiHIi- - -- illi clmir. r.ninii. titfnl l.e t-. leiiiii-- i r.Miili-il- e. 'lie iiver tin-- I'l Iiit :l:ib-eil- . heartlias culled her a flirt, less: but all in vain, uiul the girl seems to stand lief on- him si living, breathing, hciiiitiful personality, so intensely docs he long for her sweet He hei.rs she is still free: presence. no new love then has supplanted the , ht - old. e ".lust one year sign." he mutters, pulling savagely at his cigar und pulling huge clouds of smoke, nut of vliich fceem tori.se a lovely form and tiiiw etrti!(e fuif.1 with complexion anil glorious dark eyes. Is it memory or imagination that gives those eyes an appealing look? Could he hare been mistaken? Hut she was mi void, so distant: refusing disdainfully an explanation. And he hail left the next morning, accepting a long time invitation to spend a year cruising in foreign waters. Does she still love him? Still? Did she ever? Surely she ilid once: no woman could feign so sweetly. And he? Why he hives her just the same; better, if it In possible, und surely his constancy will move her heart. Well, pride may go hang, lie Ring In the New. The New Year risen from the night' upH-rmns- As YeniM nam from out the foaming spray. with hi iliiiiulei arm-- , rxleinieil wide Smiles on the glories of Time's- newltorn. day. bile brushing pride iimn Inn tinted cheek. And love light tlHshin fnini bU (park- ling eye. He feeli a rapture whii-- heilere uot siak. Lent hiii bright viniuii lade from earth Vmi la-e- n i audiky. Christmas on the Stage. "Say. Santa Clans come ter my lioii-- e las' night." "How you know?" " 'Ciu dut turkey I done won at wuz gone dis morning' 5rCc v s.N s -- .their blonde mustache this iiidt one year ago. :ie He ha- - s illversioll the pii-- t. tele-- ; in travel, only to l':nl Ii!- - hear: it h the ;iii,;ye of wa left -- weet II in.Ii pi'iliti i: iilileliliy In iu'r; ttoii ;t 'lo -- eeliilig tin-il- l Ii V t 1 .1 !!m j - leV I t -WJI i i Mil Villi 1 x I I II Iff iiiir I W m l ev II m va m Mlt VsnmHUn. Bk. a. riv i f .H.r 'fAT'M. "V iM-u- t iiiii a , tKaei - n - silent tide. 1 r "New Year's eve." says liandsiuui Humid (irav. as he llimns hiiiii-iinto Viiiic ' his favorite chair, which, ooineiiow. xiiilis ; Mi'iiis not to til his broad frame and t.lie --o i'oiiifortally as usual. frlnvii:fr tire in lazy strikes a light for but The liflit burn 'He i r ila'.nl.v lMiii.b'ir. ' at the 1i1m-tli'it with a listless air. and louli- i!!:ii!v tliriMili nimlcM-cnclock, a mas-iv- e eluuiy holding trtiiiV l" '" cillicr -- iilc the li: n to strike a the si.ft ni.vx reflected fnnii sill a sN-a- --upraised with bi'ii.en liield when tile Imiir bid. It uml ilver ' innf is near midnight, ami Harold's eyes in darken and his liisgrow A nut cuver. her l ilkeil on lie kvk- flif?es. About the Wassail Bowl. the "Midsummer Night's Divinii" IhiwI" is supniscd to 1st the gos-- i' ImwT" of early days. The the "wa-sa- il contents of this IhiwI were spiced ale, nutmeg, sugar, toast and roasted crab or apples. Our ancestor-- , loved in av -- eiiible on New Year's eve at each other's houses, ami while "they quaffed I In dowing In ml" they renewed promises of friendship and laid aside resentments thev had cherished. In rin-riii- ,tJ- - "kw yk.i: s of thing." filly A, s Uliddatesit New Years day. Softly she hies her way to the lower hull and deposits the missive ill the Imx at the door, whence she knows it cannot Is- - rescued save by the sist collector, and then she creep- -, all utrcinhlc with her own emotions, into her nest, where sIuiiiIht sihiii sets its seal ii u hi her fluttering heart iiml snowy lids. .1 ffr Pearl In fact. Mr. Sunt a Clans, soldiers. you might bring mc a little of every- ; - :, psf fit st vbstroddqb) kiqand safes. iH minot bw take Christmas Requeet "Now, Tom." said Tom's father, "yon must go to the fireplace, and call up to Santa Clans, and tell him what you want him to bring you for Christmas." Tom thought deeply for u few minutes, und then stnsle bravely over to the fireplace, and sitting down the fender. "Well. Mr. Cluus. I want a bicycle, lieeililse always fall off the oilier kind and breuk my neck. I want lots of marbles, and tops, and railway engines, and steamlMiats. lint that?" Then1 einiie no answer. "(io ahead." said his father yon." ''And want a Miny. and a dog. and a wagon, and lots of Ismk- - ami tin. to-da- V Jm "JI'ST OSK YKAK Al.ll. get her. that our love is everlasting, that we are to Ik married just as soon as I is the can manage it. and that happiest day the world ever saw -- it is "New Yeur's day.' " Kmma I. Mi I. Alt. x. lie-si- iijo'lrxpi da itxitxsocai fan 60 tqt prqa of Ui Heinle iu VrSH - imn - |