| Show I Story of a Stocking Th That t Was So Em Empty Ph COB ACOB SCRIM was accounted a prosperous Early In life lite he had adopted a motto of ge get get- there there that had hadap apparently apparently apparently ap ap- ap- ap served him well He could survey premises that yielded good rentals to him mortgages that were a first claim upon good farms stocks and bonds that were called gilt gilt- e edged ged Sitting In his dingy office he ho did not appear to have any very exactIng exacting exact exact- Ing business but his clients found that there was waB plenty of exaction before they were done with him It was a favorite amusement with him during the Intervals of ot occupation to go over his hla books gloat over his securities and a stock of ot gold that he kept to assure himself of ot the reality of his power and the possibilities of his life should he ever care to use them This glittering Illusion he strangely kept In an old stocking bard hard by another In the massive safe sate the second containing a 8 collection of gems that be he lived to handle without letting any of them slip through his hi fingers He was thus amusing himself one Christmas Eve Eye all nil unconscious of ot the radioed and radiant hopes and purposes purposes pur pur- poses that filled the atmosphere outside outside outside out out- side and ever eyer surged through his room In which he sat and all nil unable to tune In with any of them when he seemed to see upon the wall a handwriting and to hear a voice volee that Interpreted It to him saying Oh poor dupe of ot falsity I When will you hang up a 8 stocking emptied by benevolence olence and make an n Investment In real happiness When will you serve love that it may present you with his best gifts Are there none who need but cannot have In this great city Are there no hopeful hopeful hopeful hope hope- ful children who will creep down to disappointment on Christmas morning Power at tR light and heat hent of ot truth and love of purest happiness Is le In these baubles that you handle but your heart Is la shriveled up Into nothingness nothing nothing- ness You have lost your our Income and must leave your principal Come with me Was Vas It n R dream Who can say But they found him there the next morning cold with n new coldness and grasping with a futile hand the full stocking that was so empty empty Christopher Christopher G O. O Hazard Dazaro 1921 Western Newspaper Union Union- r M M l t I r CHRISTMAS CAROLS I fa t 11 TN N A SMALL village g every rt 3 11 Christmas eve the organist t tj of ot the little church and ond some j of ot the girls and boys of the choir t go forth and sing eing carols They go to homes where there JK t t are oTe older people perhaps where f. f Et they cannot got out during the winter time and they give their Christmas concert I And they sing under the windows windows win wIn- I. I dows dov's o ol of these homes so that their l voices sound carols truly as os sung F Funder 1 under the stars on the night before be before before be- be I fore Christmas A simple enough thing to do I perhaps but very lovel lovely It r r. I brings brinG's pleasure to those who j t hear the carols and those who f. f sing lIng them love this Christmastime Christmas Christmas- Christmastime i time festival of ot their very verT own I. I Mary Mary Graham Groham Bonner I I 1923 Western Newspaper Union I r r t M G Io l |
