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Show late. quently tfol And he didn't 41 r.i over It. That uisiressea wuai worried her most .... On. 17.. I nmpe .;, ! a W1Ie learnp'3 little, and to complain a little, and to wonder a good deal. And the mor . . n n .1 Knit rnnnail auu LiiiupiHtQj.j ,j,e 3 ma rriena Husband hurry frln the rrinal iwynj The Spirit of Ckristmas Robert Stead j!y J0w Stat . y Wld'ow HE s vane, jae treat omce hud become lit As Aunt Smsan By r -- I . ,) .n - : ,,,. sj'i-tn- fi '. ed 4 3L?.nter. I, Jutheaste ship ij West 12 ? 51, ', the six years they 41 I" The neias naa ex- were on their feet. herd had grown ; me ...! the roij heginnta Far sr ... Salt Lafe fontairj b: Co: d the 2, Towns1 3 quiic the end of that same six years And now the Widow came the war. Stately Is doubly a widow, and the At South t us, East d itaining flie ill untingtOE tion, as the mischief, ref sparks upward. fly 6, Emery y of n gates Freddie who rERl'D, Who but Freddie wagon? transposed the front and rear wheels Who but Freddie other buckboard? last Jan.; ! CM I ice, er 12, that it office e she was her dairy as a blanket of Christ And tonight, carpets the foothills and the valley, the widow returns from town with her melancholy parcels for Christmas cheer. Tonight the fire will burn on her hearth, and strange visions will wai and wane In the glow of embers ; visions of the First Frank and the Sec ond Frank, and a nightmare of horror with uplled I by the the wild ducks which taming, and drank cream in when she had gone to town? shot li to appri (75,001) tmed bfit ronvalis: .bove h llversioii '..''.. . .V - - " ten ar: dlowed ..... '... ?' S., f ' e "ji..'.". rom f lg - i -- .' - i .. ' '.. ; the hick r. i. in ; and M he imp .t a pom from ttl IS S F, lonveyeij llowed int 12 f Set! w acres 17. If I 1 S., 35 I R u to !. R. IE Incl. i, .; Sees !.. T. li 2 24, Sect ( B.1E 34 to 6 and 2, j. '; 5.L.J! from Blanket of Christmas Snow the Foothills sive. supply t Vimy 'id Christ IllillS h)'1 ?d 8 Off r the f tnif t on 1I die out, nn.) " the ate The fire wl Will mnan in, wan ... . vnwne.vs mid alone. Bt as she drives up by the log se s!ie s,e a sturdy young figure nrk In the ie par. f Carpets and the Valley. 1 love!" IMS. Wrn woodshed, and can she spruce logs at the V.f thelH"!Se have bpen out a,u, THE HOUSE OF CHRISTMAS winter's burning. JO And sturdy yoimj; In the evening w hw horses figure conies out and To an opn house i by the head. Home nhall men come. nloi. thnn Friell U Kit Uiuci yo"r team awy wnIle ' J And yon a taller town than Rome. I. She'll probably be sick a slippers? m,, tin,e if indeed she ever gets Union ) , dreaming?-t- he letiot i mltl' a 11 a vo,ce- flre for Mrs- yl,rseIf. "s. - you." I have d,iVIke Krank i 8P(!l,1a that she the speL wiUiout a sank in the rocker by the no, ,,r0!lk ee . ore. 1 "fB"n-I- 7" TUi y Purdv rn ight. t'Tr":l iong ln 0om,n8 ,hnt "l'nt t0 the door- - Tlie 1ust liBpiMarlng ,UMS ln !he gray cloud of S "H-- "no nro voip ""'"O after hi,,, U ho are you?" she Susan. on Pearl In the little brown house was being same question the gtrpet flsked nnd answered. -thing!" Polly cried. Poor old -if she is so rich and her What's It to She's not got a soui 10 love nil that! her. and It's almost Christmas, imag- men si.e knew his voice, P.!"re nn"" she laughed. "You're futile Frf'edman - the "'oped a ft . Hhan.i Butt. unr after l oh". (,e T .' a busy' and Fripnri vvifo hnri 1,lena his that her uuuco niiu- - t a" Christmas wlthout love! wen. i over fifty cents, even soe-n,,.,,,-for her. I gave though I nrn so sorry dollar to the Girl Scoots, and a cent of I after Christmas won't have Ine jwjjSHHfe'' PROVERB t A TRUE " it wns nearly twelve n ,hn on if hour o'clock tun d allowance left" cheerful what-u,u" I t"e Well, get something . exciu.me... motner do." t0 strike, but with 17 Polly's von , too bite to t0 remind her that she's an Mrs Fogarty it was never with a s the thought, not r.(j sav. mend, and a long locking, stitch or last In the fhn( p0,nts... needle sticking .. .l Iin'vi.-- " f liia ast was wnai jes- ill the last hole, lay in ner the motive was No sound of bells eica's mother hpd said, alept in her chair. she opened Polly's mother was awakened, ber, and when that bad re- entire! v different. like minded not practical her eves upon the gift a simple, klmvhearted stocking the of was Just She the emptiness placed heel she tl darning ball at itsk rMnes of W SoToIly ran away to Christmas shop only accon.it for the , nJ. t mg Susan. ea Great-Aun- t by Wend her unknown urt tor him- ChO.s tjt Santa well. "Well. u does he think Came Christmas aay. have been here, but who .word 1 her was keeping O. Auui Susan , am. I wonder?"C, Hnjard. Christmas that would ,j aim usher in (r tllrl- - i i nr '' 1 lid ! r"r rt,.. meb"fl"-e8ii:nowlb- Wife ' To the'pl'aoe where God wan homeless And all men are at homo. O. K Chesterton. .i..,h Jleaa. had' nay nt "ome, look ton j To the end of the way of the wandering.To the" things that cannot be and that So-m- "wwero,,"'' SpIrlt ef Chrttmas." "".s"'" i better." "Thaf's an idea boudoir slippers. And Jessica Ynn are clever, mummy." Christinas ber snopping lor ran off to Great-Au- 1 WIM'm waafre- - i wetm Newar.per a j tmion THE Iron i.brih, Uil. i. ,inu n hitt t':- - rii strut toaifhli J'oal JLiA were holding The moi Ic throa 1 tioe tlrceu a nntf. V ita hur I and Cn itiey r. he-- !" If stars could swell with pride, these stars would have burst. When they had talked very hard for aboutan hour, a miall, siender shaft of light twinkled Into their midst. "Who are you?" came a chorus of ihining voices. ' "I am the Star of Bethlehem," was the answer. The other stars had never heard of her. They were inclined to hush her But there was something so np. sweet, so penetrating-- so henutlful in her light that they were constrained to give heed. "What is your history?" then demanded the largest and oldest star. The Star of Bethlehem quivered with a clear radiance which seemed to have all the colors of the rainbow. "An nngel with a torch came end lighted me the very first Christmas Eve. I shone with a special luster and guided many people to the manger ln Bethlehem, where flie Christ Child lay with his Mother Mary. Shepherds saw me while they were watching their beep on the hillside. And other angela of blinding beauty sang near me. They played on golden harps. The sky shone with a heavenly glory. There has never been a night go wonderful." The other stars listened with awei. Before this sweet, compelling light they felt silent and humble. Then, for an Instant, there came an Incomparable brilliance. The Star of Bethlehem biased In Indescribable beauty. And faint nnd far came the music of harps and singing . . "For Christ the Lord Is born!" (, 1823, Weitern Newpaper Union.) U Qiicsfo Daily Tribaoe, Just d Picture of His Mother Bu MAR", QUAHAM BONNER Likeness of the Dearest Uoman In the IPorld, a Christmas Qift to he Lonesome Son WAS the first year he had e ver been a w a y from T ff home and a full-man. Other grown years he had been near enough to go back home for Christmas, but now his work had sent hiiu across the contl-aennd he couldn't possibly manage the trip. He had some excellent new friends and he was going to have Christmas dinner with them. And the family from home had Kent a beautiful Christmas lipx every member of the family had sent a present. It hnd been tied with holly nnd red ribbon and he had opened It Chrlstmaa' Eve. But now It was Christmas morning 'and he was just a little bit homesick. Yes, just a little bit perhaps it was more than a little bit) And then came the postman's ring. He had received all Ids presents, cards, too, from his friends at home who would not send presents, but who had remembered him. Yes, he had been very fortunate. The, homesickness he felt was only nntural. And then he opened the small package which the postman's ring had brought to him. It was a photograph of his mother, and It arrived on Christmas day. And under it was a little note, Just a few words of love and devotion and a Christmas greeting. He felt better already! For, even though there must at times be separations, he had so wonderful a home and 'mother that even though they were! apart actually their thoughts and; spirits were as close together asj though they were not separated. It was an excellent photograph of his mother, too. What a perfect ' Christmas morning gift! was nt I j i Keeping JJp With Movie. "So your movie theater musicians have struck for more money?" "Yes; they say they are unable to live in the style they are accustomed to seeing on the screen." Boston Transcript , O hearts ol tsea. Grow salt a. ul Miracles hari ea now as whsa On Msry mild The Savior smilr-d- : Ciirist lives in every new-bor- n child! w d' then toll. r V here, (io ycc clear, Acrota the ifta-- lads, drewioj aear, Birane mntie swells Of esDiel-bellIt talc rich and deep the incense until Too blind they era To watch from far Tit mint ol the Sicred Stan Too quick end loud. . 1 h hsittaiux crowd, 1 o pause bclor a Maor, bowasl my-dio- "Then Came a Little White Box, and In the Box, a Compass." hand embroidered with lavender flowers and edged and lined with soft gruy fur. Lying In the heel of one of them was a calling card Jessica 'a. The surname was crossed out, of course, and scrawled ln a careless, artistic hand at the top was written, "Merry Christmas." "Well, It's certainly a generous gift," Susan. "For I thought Great-Auknow they're not any too well off, even if they do manage to keep up appearances. And very appropriate, too for an Invalid." She turned to the other parcel. Under the brown wrapping she found a neat square of white paper tied with silver Christmas cord. Be neath that lay tissue. This tissue square was tied with bright holiday ribbon and sealed with Christmas seals. Then came a little white box. And in the box a compass I On the box was written IB careful script, script easy for sick, old eyes to read, "For your travels, dear Aunt Susan! Your affectionate nlece Polly." Susan. "Humph I" said Great-Aun- t But after a minute her eyes twinkled and her cheeks grew pinker. 'That girl's got senses and Christmas spirit, too." she added. That night she wrote a long letter to Polly, a letter all about a journey siie wanted her to go on with her old aunt just as soon as she had finished with high school. And the day after Chrlstmas Polly in the little brown house on Pearl street was caroling as ga.vl.v as the canary in the fine mansion In the city. For her dream of dreams bad come true. "Europe, Europe. Europe,'' she trilled. Hut suddenly she stopped to ask her mother. "Why. oh why did she choose nie?" liut Polly's mother couldn't swer that. "Old ladies just take no rions, I guess." she said. 1 my JS the etiar s a conference. could not They Bodies leave their places In the sky, because it was against the law of night, so they managed to talk ! That is, each star sent a l.y ray toward a certain spot, where nil the other rays were shining, and this made the conference! "Star talk"! Words of light! It was a very Lriy;ht and busy time. The largest stars did the most talking; ihey hud a good deal to say about the way they a fj .k - J shone when the nioon wus away. "We are not only beautiful to look at." they declared, "but we help folks to get about on dark nights. The earth folks like to look at us, und wonder about us. We are very Im- nt li t Christmas Eve WAS Christ- - yT I maa Eve. und , , ft. S. ar rner of ange I eridian. laid a N. IS i Outshone All at Conference of the Heavenly y mas snow hasci i, unbolted the reach In the widow's i! County, Star of Bethlehem a THOMAS portant salary explains the smallness of their little house and its location. While Great-Aun- t Susan was sitting np ln bed ln her dark old matislon away In the city, thinking about Polly and Jessica, both those girls, strange to say. were thinking quite coneen-tratedlof her. too. For It was only mere at the End Sat an Oldish Man. a few days to Christmas and It was It Was Her Husbandl their yearly habit to send this rich, her face, and she went straight to his haughty old aunt a Christmas present. office In time to Intercept him before Jessica cried. "Oh, motheV. what a !he left for his appointment. A light hore! Well, I'll go out and get the shone through the frosted doors, but old thing her present right away andi all Inside was silent as the tomb. have It over with. But what can I give-her"He has gone already!" she exshe has so much?" claimed to herself. Then she gently Jessica's mother answered wisely, tried the door. It opened to her hand. "Well, dear, It isn't the gift that will It's the Her eyes swept a vista of deserted matter to Aunt Susan. desks. How forlorn and Irksome they thought. She has everything In the looked I But everyone was gone. No ! world, of course. It's only to let her There at the end sat an oldish man. know you remember her and so she It was her husband ! It had never struck her before that her husband was beginning to be an oldish man. He had not heard her. He was Intent over a statement with long columns of figures, and he was makltrg calculations on a pad of paper before him. From where she stood she could see the gray tinge about his temples, and the thinning hair on the tp of his head. His brow was set in deep furrows. And suddenly Friend Wife found herself swallowing desperately at something In her throat. Suddenly she knew that there was no Party of the Third Part, and never had been a Party of the Third Part, and that she was a foolish, wicked woman. She drew the door gently shut. In the basement of the building was a restaurant, where also was a waiter who, for a consideration, would carry a meal to her husband's office. Quickly she gave the order, for two; it was to be a modest meal, not too expensive, but healthful, and garnished with love. The waiter carried It in and set It down on the little correspondence table beside Friend Husband's desk. And a beautiful woman sat down beside It, and held out her hands to the troubled man with the long column of figures. "Well, Dear, It Isn't the Gift That Will Matter." and smiled. "Who are you? Who are you?" he won't foreet you. you know. All our demanded. are on her not forgetting us. re-"I am the Spirit of Christmas," she hopes snid. "Oli ves. of course." Jessica pouted, "You are more than that!" he cried. "liut "what shall get her?" . . . . my l"Iou are my wife . . "Why not some beautiful boudoir Freddie who left the Stately open at Halloween? Was It not Was By MARTHA Polly was a sophomore In high school. father was a teacher in that same high school, and the smallness of hls: It not 169. Lord is Born!" j Her before her time. a mile or more live And Freddie Freed-maFreedinans. it fourteen, unhappily runs to Allison girl is old Down the valley a: - "For Christ the ent! Jessica lived on Kim street In a fashionable little house with her wid owed mother. Hnd went to Miss Flsk's finishing school. Polly lived 'way duwn' lelow Church hill on a street named "Pearl." It was a decent enough street, but far from fashionable; and ridce. JO rods 5 W Frank rode out with the yejlow- Allison girl from south of the I ,, !. thenn "ly abos r3ds Sa nt of ber. j Am llilt-- pang Salt m, 9 rod! ,t4llikk 1 l m week; there was new luruuure 1:1i nnnn nt nrroln a anu aus house uu.ut the log But one new the widow's heart. was hers; mother love could not V corner HMWI TO (lOWn BM Towns' . a of 1 md. the ..fclo c. there was cn.y tluto hear. Net he ng Inter- ipied baiiry the canarv. a wise little bird who knew ('.rent Aunt lis ways, she went on. all to he, f. s:i!ilU holt unr flit moon-- ' ier iii.niy ho-- pillows the rich. Ida bed. Not much fun troini; alone. e er. how Jessica or IVIIv now w.nld lihe traveling around with a cress old woman, tiuess I'll think it over pretty well, though, before I ask either of em." Then silence fell while f!reat Aunt Susan thought this question over-sh- ould she ask one of her great-niece- s to see liurope under her care?" lhe canary, swinging on his perch. began to sing. Had either Jessica or Polly heard what the canary had heard, they would have begun to sing, too For neither one of these girls had ever been to Kiirope, or ever traveled at all. And with both it was the fondest dream. They were cousins, but how differr . .i..o-jhmits- ETKEL COCK ELIOT ItKAT AUNT Optimistic Niece P? S L! S a N' Touched Right chuckled. Spot end Was S! ie b a l J : Kewsrded by "Well. lilt not done for yet, Aged Relative evt-if have been pretty slek. Compass e3 They needn't take It for Present Drev; limited I'm a spent Prize Over (id ttoiiiaii. Why. I'll go to Kiirope, Poucoir Slipup '" eotiie I'm noimdy answered Aunt Susan. re- - a1e1y " 1 She had be They were the only ones to observe the fact that she was up and dressed and down stairs for Christina dinner. There all In her grim solitude site survey: her presents. There were dozens ami dozens of them, A table heaped an. running over with purcela from all he. hopeful relatives. She smiled a triili wr.ly. She came to her peat-nieceprw( ents the very Inst of alL They Imp pened to be lying together at the hot A fmttman was a ,'om of the pile. her hand ready to help with the string and the unfolding of paper. But m Aunt Susan waved him away. "I h undo these myself." she said. Id hei hardened old heart there had nhva been a spark of affection for these tw young nieces whom She htid not see since they were childrea. She woui like to undo their presents with he, own hands to get the personal flavoi Jessica's came first. Off she tor-thbrown paper wrappings with it: postmarks and address. Out rolled white paper parcel tied with even day white string. The white papei was rather wrinkled and certainly Aunt Susan slipped slightly soiled. the string. Into her lap rolled a pair of soft gra.v silken boudoir slippers Saw Christmas Moreover, there was the Party of gat. home lay in miru ran. Friend Wi had a nook In the' never seen the Party of tl. Third iFreedtnan, THE f o othllls- - run, nui gne could nor ht-eventh. j' hfaifef Maker where the sun In existence. For a year haL- h..,. v.,. ,Co"m,r came1' band had forgotten to kis her Und mornings east. he went to the office, and when he PlaintFriend the from r'n; came home. And on ihnSe rare 1 TUoro i, knoB: r. . nniirwi he r il u" Satl5IeJ when he stayed at home he f'orporati,-,PartV of dowp gently araong refnho newspaper, and yawned, and round tl that evergreens 1 Nn he Par time neavy on his hainls. tht (he l' VOtl SCO . D. f. there must he a Paitv vt t!ie eve-- ; in the J e front an Third little farm, .her ! n thC Fart. sunset ,a.ste Dak f"r before H'" This fear gripped the little wnrtnn faded out in yellow ., . county so deeply that one nl-- ht that she deter white peaks u i 1011, from the mined she would know the worst. Her Cried the vid-- s valley "st half husband had not oome home to .tirme,-htest had telephoned that he w:is ver a been had Nrtheas ,tely The Widow omce. He wonii j,ist si ill nshin 11 v.. uuy a'hin me sue riiuic . . even win I. mi wido Lake Ba! "U1 a nite. Am) he would nave "u her with , foothills In t he .. r. itue .k gaining Lite he HKeiy don't sit up 'ummenfii winsoMie lad of fourteen She would know the truth! s,ii rra" llHie they had "dug So she put on a on8 eloak. ler of sw and a J. their m.le herd of heifers ane i veil aflair that she could draw over field e ridian. b the valley Ljrank had South and. with the "--' rods to had built the they "ing ,7j 3: fof where a mountain tr of the ' lullabies in the still firmed - ftwmzes me l& She was "showing 'era." gun with her servants. (, 1M3, Western Newspaper Union.) THE HERALD ANGELS SING Hark I the herald angels Bln 'Glory to the newborn Klg-Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Charles Wesley. ; ' ' When Dreams Come True " ft CHILD OF THE AGES Child divine, wrapt In the hope of a Res; O Thought of God, Interpreted In love; Thine infant Hana. within Thy mother lary , Links all mankind, with Fatherhooil above. O Child, unchang-e- by cuitoms of the aerea; still, small Voice, whose soft appeal we know; Thy plea Is only childhood's rightful portion, A place of love, ln which to live, ami O grow. ! w.eMfmm -- .:i m r l.tla Vas Shepherd HIS SKIN WAS SENSITIVE Slie was young and pretty and her Sh. eyes sparkled with happiness. stepped up to the counter of a men's furnishing store during the busy Christmas rush and asked to be showi something that would make a nlgift for a man. The clerk brought tw grades of mufflers, one of silk and the other of coarse knit yarn. She decided on the silk one In a moment, with the remark that the other wasj entirely too rough for Charlle'a sensitive skin. The crowd about the counter smiled faintly. They all . guessed It, of course another newly-wedKatherlne Edelman. . Itia. Waatara Newspaper Union.) f I r in vy fori vf f i - JTtVL-u-u ' , f igte ji .M, , r |