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Show 't C'' A3IEUICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 25, VOL. V NO. 4. 181)7. there!" He seised her hand. Ah! how cold she la, poor little one! As he lifted her in his arms the childs head fell back limp, and she did not waken. How children sleep, he thought, pressing her to his brbast for warmth; and, vaguely anxious, he was about to kiss her lids to draw her from this heavy slumber, when he saw with terror that the childs eyes were half open, showing glassy pupils, extinguished and motionless. 'With terrible suspicion Lucien brushed her little lips with his own, and no breath came from them. While Lucien had been winning a fortune with the louls stolen from her, this little beggar had died of cold. His throat contracted In awful agony, and In he tried to cry out the effort he awoke from a nightmare on the bench at the club, where he had fallen asleep before midnight, and had been left undisturbed by the kindness of the old valet, who had gone off last of all at 6 oclock. His heart had been touched by the poor bankrupt. A noisy December dawn was peering through the panes. Lucien went out, pawned his watch, bathed, breakfasted, then went to the recruiting office, where he enlisted In the First African Chasseurs. Lucien de Hem Is now a lieutenant; he lives on his small pay and never touches a card. It appears that he saves something, too, for not long ago. In Algiers, be was seen by a brother officer who was walking behind him In a winding street of the Kasha giving alms to a little Spanish beggar asleep under a doorway. The olficer had the Indiscretion to look at the money which Lucien had given to poverty. He had put a gold louls In the childs hand. REGINA COELI. AT, did his listen wonder what could Joseph see In a mild, silent lit tie maid like thee?'; And was . that It awful In narrow house, With God for babe and Spouse? Nay, like tby 'simple, female sort, each i one Apt to find Him in Husband and in Son, Nothing to thee came strange in this. Thy wonder was but wondrous bliss; Wondrous, for though True Virgin lives not but does know (Howbelt none ever yet confessed) That God lies really In her breast. Of tblne he made his special nest .And so. All mothers worship little feet And kiss the very ground theyve trod, But, ah, thy little Baby Sweet, Who was Indeed thy God! Coventry Patmore. juie.: An imperative need to breathe the night air came over him. The hands marked a quarter to midnight, and, on rising and stretching his arms, Lucien recollected that it was Christmas eve, and by an ironical freak of memory he saw himself a little child again putting his shoes in front of the chimney at bedtime. " J '7iettewteM Dronskl, Pole, .a fixture of the place, in threadbare, braided livery, came up to Lucien and mouthed a few words In his dirty beard. Lend me five francs, Monsieur. Here are two days since I have been out of the dlub and 17 has not turned up once. Laugh at me If you will, but you may cut off my fist If 17 does nof come out In a few minutes, when the clock strikes midnight Lucien de Hem shrugged his shoulders; he had not even the wherewithal In his pocket to pay the tax known by the house habitues as The Pole's Pence." He passed Into the hall, put on his bat, his coat, then descended the stairs with the haste of a fevered person. During the four hours he had been In doors heavy snow had fallen and the street, a central one, walled In by high houses, was all white. Multitudes of k cold stars shone in the purged sky. The ruined man walked rapidly, revolving desperate thoughts in his mind, and was more than ever drawn to the pistol box in hiB dressing case drawer. Suddenly he stopped. He was conscene. fronted by a On a stone bench, placed according e to the custom beside the monumental door of a palace, a little girl of 6 or 7, barely cohered by a ragged black frock, was sitting In the snow. She had gone to sleep there. In jplte of the cold, in a painful attitude of utter weariness, with her poor little head and shoulder propped In an angle of the icy stone. One of her old shoes had fallen from the foot which hung over and lay in the snow. Lucien de Hem felt mechanically for his vest pocket, and was suddenly reminded that a moment before he had not even found a forgotten franc, nor a pourboire for the valet. However, stirred by an Instinctive pity, he approached the little girl, and would perhaps have carried her In hie arms to give her a night shelter, had he not seen something shining in the old shoe as It lay in the snow. He bent over. It was a gold louls. Some charitable person, a woman, doubtless, in passing by this Christmas eve bad Been the shoe in front of the sleeping child, and had remembered the touching legend. Thla generous alms had been given so that the little one might believe in the gifts of the holy child, and in spite of her distress retain some hope In the goodness of Providence. A louls! It meant many days of plenty for the beggar, and Luricn was about to waken and tell her so, when th. blue-blac- heart-breaki- ng ; 'old-tim- lev rfo &r?s HEN Lucien de Hem had seen his last note raked In by the banker and had '( risen from the rou- ; . lette table where he had Just lost the remains of his small fortune he. experienced a sort of vertigo and almost fell. With reeling brain and falling limbs he tottered over to the leather bench that encircled the room and threw himself on 1L For some minutes he gazed vaguely about this private gambling hell In which he had wasted the best years of his youth, recognizing one by one the plundered heads of the players In the bold glare of the three great green shades. lie heard the soft friction of the gold on the felt and realized his loss, hla ruin; but he remembered that at home. In a bureau drawer, there were two army pistols which had been bravely used by his father, General De Hem, In the attack of Zaatcha. Then utterly worn out, he slept profoundly. He awoke with parched throat ' and glancing at the clock saw that he had barely slept a half hour. 100-fra- nc . he heard a voioe In his ear, a drawling, thick voice, mumbling; "Here are two days since I have been out of the dub. Tou can cut off my fist If 17 does not come out when the clock strikes midnight Then the young man of 23, .coming of honest stock with a magnificent rccordnAeU. Sailing In honor, a dreadful thought, fell prey' to a wild, hysterical, monstrous desire. Assuring himself with one glance that the street was deserted he swiftly stooped, advanced a trembling hand, and stole the louls from the old shoe. With a wild rush he reached the club again, cleared the stairs In one impetuous rush, flung open the door of the reeking hall, and threw the gold piece on the green. Just as the clock chimed the first stroke of midnight. All on 17! Seventeen won. With a turn of his hand he shoved the 36 louls on red. mll-ta- ry Red won. He left 72 louls on the same color. Again it appeared. Three times he put up the doubled stakes with the same luck. There was now a great heap of gold and bank notes In front of him, and he began frantically to sow them broadcast over the table. Every combination favored him. The little ivory ball Jumping about the divisions of the roulette Beemed to be magnetized by the gamblers gaze, and obeyed It. In 10 plays he had recovered the few thousand francs, his last resource, that he had lost early In the evening. By punting 200 or 300 louls at once he would soon have far more than the heritage he bad fooled away. In bis haste lo play he had kept on his heavy cont, and the great packets were already crammed with rolls of bank notes and gold pieces. lie now had to stuff them into his Inside pockets. his vest and trouser pockets, his cigar case, his handkerchief and everything that could hold them, lie still played. He still won; like a lunatic, like a drunken man! He threw the gold anywhere on the table with disdainful certainty. In his heart a redhot Iron was burning; he thought only of the child asleep In the snow; of the little beggar he had robbed. She is still there, of course; certainly, she must he there! In a minute, when It strikes I I swear it I will leave, here and carry her home sleeping lii my arms. I will bring her up, love her as my own child, and care for her always, always." The clock struck 1, the quarter, the half, the and Lucien still sat at the table. A minute before 2 the banker rose abruptly and said in a sharp voice: Enough for the day, gentlemen; the bank Is closed. Lucien leaped to his feet. Roughly he pushed the players aside as they lingered about, eyeing him with envious admiration; hurriedly he cleared the stairs and ran to the stone bench. Thank God! he cried; she la still three-quarter- s, bells are ringing. Ringing glad and HRISTMAS gy. Voices sweet are singing Songs of Christmas Day. Ileart, what Joyous music. For thy part dost bring? last thou filled sad places With love's carolling? Christmas bells are ringing, Heart, what gift of thine Marks the days sweet meaning Purposes divine? How doBt tell the story Of the heavenly birth With Ita streaming glory Filling all the earth? Sy ' V3T k Christmas bells are ringing. Ringing Joyfully, Heart, a boly helpei Thou thyself must be; Thou must follow, follow Him who is the way .Be love's advent angel Bringing Christmas Day. LEGEND OP THE MAGI. The legend of the' Wise Men of the East, or as they are styled In the original Greek, the three Magi, became, under monkish Influence,'1 one of the most popular during the middle ages. The Scripture nowhere Informe us that these individuals were kings, or their number restricted to three. TljijJggend converts the magi Into klnga,g1vesjir names and a minute account of their atature and .the nature of their gifts. Melchior, we are thus told, was king of Nubie, the smallest man of the ' From every spire on Christmas eve, and he gave the Savior a gift triad, The Christmas bells ring clearly out of Balthasar was king of Chalgold. Their message of good will and peace. offered Incense; he was a and he dea, With many a call and silver shout. man of ordinary stature. But the third, For faithful hearts, the angels song Jasper, king of Tarahlah, was of high Still echoes In the frosty air. stature, a black Ethlnpe, and he gave And by the altar low they bow myrrh. All came with "many rich orIn adoration and In prayer. naments belonging to kings array, and with a multitude of people to do homA thousand blessed memrles throng, age to the Savior, then a little child 13 The stars are holy signs to them. days old. And from the eyes of every child The barbaric pomp Involved In this Looks forth the Ilabe of Bethlehem. made It a favorite with artists legend But there are others, not like these, Whose brows are sad, whose hopes during tbe middle ages. Tbe picture of The Offering of the Magi, which we are crossed. publish, Is from a circular plate of silTo whom the season brings no cheer. And lifes most gracious charm la ver chased In high relief and partly gilt, which Is supposed to have formed lost. the center of a morse o. large brooch, used to fasten the decorated cope of an To whom that story, old and sweet, . ecclesiastic in the latter part of the Is but a fable at the best; The Christmas music mocks their ears, fourteenth century. The Empress Helena, mother of ConAnd life has naught of Joy or rest. stantine tbe Greut, found what she conOh! for an angels voice to pierce The clouds of grief that oer them sidered the burial place of the three kings, and their remains were removed rise, to Constantinople and interred In the The mists of doubt and unbelief That veil the blue of Christmas skies. church of SL Sophia. Later they to the Cathedral of Milan,. and That they, at last, may see the light in the twelfth century to Cologne.where Which shines from Bethlehem and they still lie, in a magnificent reliquary, unfolds enriched with gems and enamels. These For Christ the treasures of tbelr hearts relics are enveloped In velvet and deo Richer than spicery or gold. Hope of the ages, draw Thou near. Till all the earth shall own Tby sway, And when Thou reign'st in every heart, It will Indeed he Christmas day. Eleanor A. Hunter. . '"v . . were-remove- Hanpirj'i f'liriatma Friut. Goulasch is the national dish of Hungary and consists of meat cut Into small pieces and cooked with onions, tomatoes and powerful paprika, a species of pepper peculiar to the country. This dish is naturally the most attractive in the ChriHtmus dinner, and with It are fried cabbage, fish, soup, farina cakes and cakes made frpm the poppy seeds. Dividing the honois with the OFFERING OF TIIE MAGIS. goulasch there will be found upon the orated with embroidery and jewels, so table a roast pig Invariably decorated that the only upper part of each skull is with ror.es between its teeth. This seen. as bean evening dinner meal eaten fore midnight mass, and when the worA rrlnce an f.lrrtrlrlan. shipers return from their church after Victor Emmanuel of Naples Prince set is tatdc with cold midnight the be an expert elcclrlrlan. He Is said to pork, bonbons and rurn brandy as a on all its applications to experiments Irink. motlvo power, and phosound, light, !r!iiiM It In. was one of. the first perand tography. She "Why ls It called the 'silver sons to in investigate tbe RoentItaly " lie Because It comes Jn moon? gen rays. halvoB and quarters. I suppose. . |