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THE LAGRANGE RBt’ORTKR. FRIDAY MORNING, DEC. 11, 1914. jn'UULHlW ouaiTOnoahi WITH EACH CASH Order for one-half Ton or more of Free A NICE THERMOMETER WE HANDLE THE BEST COAL FOR THE MONEY IN LAGRANGE A COAL WITHOUT AN EQUAL. QUICK TO START. CLEAN BURNING. FREE FROM IMPURITIES. LIKE OAK WOOD. LONG LASTING. A SPLENDID COAL Marvel Lump - - $5.50 ONE OF THE BEST COALS FOR HEATING STOVES ON THE MARKET. ALSO GOOD FOR GRATES. Economy Lump - $5.00 GOOD FOR THE MONET. ORDER NOW! PHONE 233 pQOOODI THE m WHO RULES THE WORLD TODAY Mah mammy way rtut Sandy Claus coma Ter good ll’I boys, Kb bring er ho’n en or big rod drum, Hn yuthcr toys. Bat. why white chilluns gets dom now I caln’ on'stan'. I guess I known wliut Sandy Claus do— He aec’n han' man! Meal and Hulls From New Crop Cotton Seed We Are Now Prepared to Fill Orders for Your Require ments .* .* .* .* .* Get Them While They are Cheap MEAL, PER SACK 91-35 HULLS, (bulk) PER HUNDRED 30e HULLS, (sacked) PER HUNDRED.... 45c Let Us Trade For Your Seed Farmers Cotton Oil Co. I "P——— 1 7 , Las' yeah ho clomb down ouah stovepipe Wonst I's orsleep, Bn totejj some oynges—bout half ripe— Ml th’ee toy shoep, Ha one deso Jornp' Jacks “broken, dough— Bat don. my Ian'I •Boat dlolryero Sandy Claus-I des know Ha sec'll has’ man! I as* my mammy ef Sandy Claus aln' Done know des how Ter men' dem toys, en' fix dey paint, En she say: “Now, Don' worry, chile, 'bout de white folks, 'cause Hit’s de good Lowd's plan.” So I guess dat mah Mlstah Sandy Claus— He sec'n han’ man I H an' present*! Fancy If I could give mother a present! I know what I’d like to give ’er—one of tliem cases to 'old needles nud thimble nn’ a bodkin which 1 snw at 'Amllton’s bnzaar. But. It ain’t much good wishing.” And here her reflections came to an end, for she found herself at the warehouse. She had soon delivered her parcel to the fat manageress and received the poor payment due and, threading her ♦ ii A Real Christinas j ♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦•♦•♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ KB name was Philippa, a royal name for such a very small, poor English maid, bnt she had always been culled “Flip,” | and she lived In Duchess row. Duchess . _ , row makes you think of something 1 way cleverly back through dusty cor- stately and grand; but, alas, here it riders and down winding stairs, soon meant Just a row of narrow, grimy : found herself In the jostling street bouses standing in a dark and dreary | again- She turned her footsteps home, street, where the sunshine never seem- I when n gleam of something bright an ed to come—a place of poor people In the heart of tolling London. Flip lived at A Duchess row with her mother, a widow. They had the topmost room of the bouse, and of all the Door people In Duchess row I do not think any were quite os ooor as Flip’s mother, who had to work day and night to enrn a scanty living by making huttouholes In coats and waistcoats for a ready made clothes warehouse. It was a hard life for Ihe two, but Flip possessed a J brave and stanch little heart beneath her tbreadbure frock and when she came out of school ench afternoon , would sit until her eyes were burning 1 and her poor little fingers raw and , aching, helping her mother. And It was so she sat one afternoon j a week before Christmas day trying to catch the last gleams of murky day- 1 light which came through the window REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE DAY Puritans of England Made Christmas 'illegal and Declared It a Mis demeanor to Be Gay. English Puritans of the seventeenth century guarded against looking upon the rosy side of life. Because Christmas Is really a sur vival of the Celts’ Yule, and is not the actual anniversary of the birth of Christ, they refused to countenance Christmas festivities. Not only did they refuse to recognize the day, but they made laws to that effect. The' parliament of 1644 passed an act ordering all law abiding citizens to observe December 25 as a solemn fast, to be spent In silent atonement for previous Christmas days that had passed in riotous living and merry making. Naturally the community did not share In these hard and fast rules, and many a turkey was surreptitious ly killed, and many a plum pudding quietly boiled. But woe betide the unfortunate offender against the act were he luckless enough to be dis covered. Soldiers were sent to search the houses of those suspected of harbor ing such delicacies as mince pies, etc., and many were the pitched bat tles between disagreeing sections of the public. I •X'vS? 5 * UNDER THEJWIISTLETOE To ask a girl if you may kiss her before doing it Is an insulting way of laying all the responsibility on her. • • • In a man’s opinion a kiss Is an end that Justifies any means. • • * Ton needn’t be afraid of a mere imm Thousands are exchanged dally fcy people of the highest reputation. • • • The kissed girl fears no mistletoe. • • • A kiss Is as good as a smile—and a good deal better, too! • • • The Ideal kiss Is the kiss thsL'E never given. • • • A kiss too soon may be a full stop Jn the tale of love. The child who doubts about Santa Claus has Insomnia. The child who believes has a good night’s rest GAZING rs AX THK BBIUiIABTIiX TJX tflH- DOW. of their room. It was a bitterly cold, cheerless day, not a typical Christmas with frost and snow, but leaden skies and a biting east wind made all folks shiver and long to be home by a cozy fireside. But fires are a luxury In Duchess row, and there was but scant warmth In the room where Flip and her mother sat, working hard. “If we ran get these finished tonight yon can run ont with them, an’ when yon come back we’ll ’ave a bit more coal, an’ I'll git a bit of fish from round the corner, an’ you shall ’ave a nice 'of sunper, deary,” said the pale mother with a loving look. “That'll be lust splendid," replied Flip, ..‘Jan’ yjen we’ll set before the fire, avfwu’U tell me about them real Chrisjynaseu y°° used to ’are when you were ”, girl.” •*T Ain’t like talking of them days," said the mother with a sigh as she fold ed up the last bit of work. “ 'Ere you syp. deary. Jest put od yer ’at an’ run with these.” And In another minute or two the light little figure, laden with a large bundle, was speeding up the great busy thoroughfare. Sometimes, with all the good will in the world, the constant Journeying to the warehouse seemed to her long and weary, but tonight her thoughts of Christmas made her forget all fatigue “ ’Ow lovely it would be’’ she thought. “If we could 'ave a real Christmas, with plum pudding an’ ’oily the dirty pavement caught her eye She bent down. It wasn’t—no—yes, it was—a sliver sixpence! She picked it up. Could puch luck be true? A sliver sixpence found on the ground and therefore her very own, to do what she Ukod with! "Why, now I’ll be able to git mother a real Christmas present. It’s Jest like a fairy tale,” she thought her blue eyes shining with excitement, ‘‘an’ I know whut I’ll buy, an’ I’ll git It, too. before I go ’ome, ’cause it won’t take me a mlnlh” Hamilton’s bazaar was not very far away, and, sure enough, In five minutes Flip was gazing steadily in at the bril liantly decked and lit window at a needlecase In red velvet ahd gold, nn article which for all Its gorgeousness was marked but fivepence three far things. “I want a needlecase with a thimble an’ a bodkin an’ a reel of cotton, like them up there,” said Flip, with all the dignity of a possessor of wealth. “Well, you must wait, a bit!” snapped tbe assistant, turning to anotber cus tomer, a stout, cheery looking man. accompanied by two rosy, well dressed children. bln waitin’ a long time. Why can’t you git me one down?” replied Flip, with the persevcrunce of the east end child The girl Impatiently detached one of the needlecases. “Where Is your money?" she asked. “ ’Ere, of course. Wot d’yer think)” said Flip, banding her the coin. The saleswoman took It, looked at It once carelessly, again narrowly. “Why,” she exclaimed, “this Is not. a sixpence at all—it la only an Imitation one!” And, turning quickly, she beck oned the tall. Imposing looking shop walker, who stood near. , “This child Is trying to pass false money,” she said as she gave him poor Flip’s treasure trove, He examined It and then, taking hold of the child’s thin arm, said: "Come, come; where, did you get this money from? Tell the truth now." Flip’s face went red and then very white. She did not realize or under stand her offense. She only knew that If tbe sixpence was bod she could not buy the dearly coveted gift. Her heart seemed ready to break, and she burst Into a flood of tears as she sobbed out “I found It In the street—It’s true, It Is. But I can’t buy tbe present now. 1 The shopwalker hesitated, and then the cheery looking custolher who had been waiting hla turn to be served broke In by saying in a voice tbat bad a strong country twang In It: “Don’t you cry, lassie. You Son’t mean any harm, I guarantee. Let me see that coin,” he continued, turning to the shopwalker, who did as he was desired, for be was being addressed by an old and valued customer. “Well, I don’t know.” said the cheery man. “It Is not a sixpence, 1 agree, but It Is a half sovereign and a very good one too.” And In the twin kling of an eye he bad deftly exchang ed tbe Imitation sixpence for a gold coin from his waistcoat pocket “There, my lass, take your money and ran home.” Was It a dream? Flip pinched her self when she was In the chill streets again: No, It was all true—a happy reality to find a bad sixpence and then see It transformed Into a golden half sovereign. She had forgotten the vel vet needlecase; she had but one thought —to get home—and home she soon was, where ,her anxious mother heard all her wonderful adventures. So, after all. It WAS A real Christmas in the top room. M