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..haul INa ‘ l l «onnoli.lin«-.l with (hr ££*»«»«>•'■■** ,87T * JA*hrn» Manner, H«t. 1*3*. THREE CHRISTMAS CHIMES. near ken! bow tho Christmas chime Sings on oartli Its sonic sublime! “Sentho tw»Jn whose« • fj Wander tMli J-WW^ .---^««rttrang® • i —^. tSe meek and lowly. jurist the mlichty, the all holy. Sleeping cradled 1b a manger." Sinsr jour Joy, O Christmas chime! Let u» keep the Christmas time. Be the loaf of plenty doled, i- *j Bo the poor man's heart consoled. Thus 're keep the Christmas time, Cf IL ' lu < Hearken! still the Christmas chime Bings «n earth Its song snUffael “Wondering shepherds see the night Flooded with celestial light— - Wondering hear the angel meesagei Como and let us kneel before hhn. Let i s And him and adore him. Ponce on earth l iUi child doth pres age." Sing jt-ur Joy, O Christmas chlmel Let us keep the Christmas time. Lot ail strife and hatred ceaae. Kindness live, good will and peaoa Thus wo keep the Christmas time. IIL Hearken! still the Christmas «Mim Sings on earth Its song sublime! “Eagerly the Magi sped By wondrous star beam led. Gold and myrrh, and incense offer, lie bri ngs most—yes, he the nlgheat Draweth onto God the Highest Who a heart of lore doth proffer." Bing your joy. O Christmas chlmel 1/u us keep the Christmas time. Lore shall be the law to bind In one band all humankind. Thus we keep the Christmas time. -c>ntnry. THE ATlWEii CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS. Copyright, if 91, by American Press "Associa tion.) From heat on to earth at night's high noon There Hashed a ray of sacred lire, And Nature’s voice was all a-tune With songs of sweet desire. 0 wondrous night! O holy moral When peat o and harmony were born! The anthems of all nations ring Over tho seas from shore to shore; The song the Christmas joy bells sing Echoes forevermore. 0 Christ, to think Thy baby hands Could grasp and bold so many lands! May Joy ab do In every breast! May loving thoughts and kindness sway The souls of men to quiet rest. For Christ was born todayl Let bitterness and envy cease. And nil His children be at peace! ' 0 spirit of this Chrlstmastlde, Abide with us and give us power To conquer upon every side The battle of life’s boar. And grant that we may know with Thee The Joy of Immortality! Helen S. Con ant. J52 th0 * eUo 7 *»*• «hoo¥ deddedly a f b* 1 ® answered: ! "Nuffin now." Osx ?ext .Stop w^g. ata . large.fancy ffjods store, and J thought that here the little girl would certainly see something to strike her fancy. But the beautiful tilings were passed unheeded. At last die said: to kuy mamma a tandy titten!" T °ny, the coachman, said that there was a confectioner’s near by, we diove there instead of to the place where ^9 bought the elephant. A saleswoman informed me that t would find the animals at the lower end of the store, whereupon Margarita said: "Don’t want to buy anlrnniq) Want to buy a tandy tittenr Of coarse everybody within hearing laughed, and I hurried Margarita along fcnvard the counter where kittens were kept. t , r ~h* Purchase made, other stores were visited, but all to no purpose. Five times we returned to one or the other of the two large candy stores for a “tandy wabbit” for nurse, a “tandy. piggy" for Inca, a “tandy but’fly" for Nannie, a “tandy mousey" for papa, and, to cap all, which was, like the others, her own choioe, a “tandy monkey" for Unde Jim. Aren’t yon going to buy me any thing?" I asked. Margarita, rather wearily, “I loves ’our as if love were enough, * felt that it was. Contrary to my expectations, the lit tle one was silent in regard to her shop ping-, and even Uncle Jim asked no questions. Ou Christmas eve 1 went to the drawer where 1 had put the gifts that Margarita had bought, but not a package was there. 1 felt almost certain that Margarita had not touched them, for she was not atned-- dlesome child. Bat if she had not been asleep I would have questioned her. As it was 1 searched everywhere, but could find no trace of them. The next morning I asked Margarita about it Shu looked np innocently and said, with the sweetest smile in the world, “Oh, 1 eated np thum all I”—Toronto Empire. Mrs. Snowden—I hear that Jimmy Jenkins, the coachman, has eloped with old Moneybag’s daughter. Mr. Snow den—That will tickle the old man im mensely. Mrs, Snowden—How so? Mr. Snowden—Why, the old skinflint will get out of giving her a Christmas pres ent.—Kearney Enterprise. CHRISTMAS APHORISMS. CHRISTMAS CAROL. Tk earth has grown old with Ita burden of rare, r q hi Christmas It always Is young. T.» lirsrt of tho Jewel burns lustrous and fair, lul lu aoul full of music breaks forth on the air. IThrn the song of the angels Is sang. his coming, old earth. It Is coming tonight) )n the snowflakes which cover thy sod " tsfeet Ilf ibe Christ child fall gentla and while. Id the voice of the Christ child tells ont with I 'blight l "hat mankind are the children of God. 0 tho siul and the lonely, the wretched and poor, Vhc voice of tho Christ child shall fall; ltd to every blind wanderer open the door 0! i hope that ho dared not to dream of before, with a aunabluo of welcome for alt hi feet of the humblest may walk In the field Chore the set of tho Holieet have trod, ft a, this is t ue niarvol to mortals revealed klirii the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed. That mankind «.ro the children of God. “Phillip:. Brooks In Youth's Companion. Pope Telesphorcs, who died before the middle of the Second century, deserved canonizing, if for nothing else, for insti tnting Christmas as a festival. It has been celebrated ever since in all Chris tian lands, and has given more happi ness to children than any day in the calendar. Making children happy is the essence of Christianity. Of late years, Christmas has become far more a domestic and merrymaking holiday than a religions one. Bat it is religious in the best sense, since it is i day of peace and rest, and opens the heart to human needs and human sym pathies. OLD TIME RHYMES. BABY’S CHRISTMAS GIFTS. Vice little Margarita Had Her Owl About Making Presents. We were talking over Christmas gifts Clnncheou. when Margarita said: Want to buy Kis'mas p’esents tool Wint to buy Kis'mas p’esents toor At once Uncle Jim exclaimed: “So Margarita shall buy Christmas Jlttental” • ' t pen which Margarita rewarded him *iii> a smile enchanting enough to have a far poorer man than Uncle Jim *> exactly what Uncle Jim did. He W eil a big roll of bmk bills from his fr set ami put them in the little one’s •) hand. That is all nonsense. Jim! Don’t you •hr said papa. "!>he will bankrupt you in an hour." *i Inez 1 wouldn’t, Jim," said mamma gen ■ ■ "She knows no more about the •wth of money than any other little year-old girl, if she is my baby and •k- niece." “'fern were two and a half yean old •' month, weren’t you, pet?" cried her ^e, catching her Li his arms. “And •hall buy some Christmas presents ion want to. We don’t care what •ay. We will show them that Mar ik has as much wisdom as some older 1* in selecting gifts. Wo know, w o, pet?" A>‘<1 of course Margarita said yea. it came alxrat that as the others engaged 1 .accompanied Margarita afternoon on her first round of ^nws shopping. I had my strict in- ^hons from Unde Jim not to urge purchase upon the child, but to «d- ler to have her own choice injwory- Provided prices did not exoeed P« sum. hen Margarita's nurse brought her T" t0 the carriage she did look sweet n enough to almost win me over ^•clc Jim’s opinion, maxing tint 1 tooks would please the * wt 118 macl ‘ ** Anything, we drove J°ok store and made our way from « to counter. At first nothing ... to interest: Margarita so much as * ? crowds of people. Finally, she n np f rom „ pj ctnrB book, in reply k t’piestion, “What do yon want n ..° r , ^nnrioer she said, “Want ^dy lelephnaL" ^ the confectioner’s there was a of sugar mIiwnIn, and Mar- k , ^ upon a white elephant, and ^•ctlysattded. 7 K . ^8 little lady hare anything «ked the saleswoman politely, want to buy anything here ' - -°^Dncle Jim or nurse?’’ leaked. THE EDN OF 67 A Thrilling Night Kide by W. F. Bruns. I had just rettthfed’fFdWl-h kWIg trip to tneiUnitod States and was sitting in my. Chambers in Broad street, Aberdeen! Smoking the pipe of and feeling" KTS!. r*W°t foil of amity-to all mankind-? It was in It was in Colorado, one of the wildest and roughest railroads I know of. At the bottom the roadbed was forced in against the opposite mountain by a noisy’ little river that ran some thirty feet below. There were three tracks on the mountain side, and standing oh one of the three the other two coold tie seen. 9 '• * 1 " k The road was Stocked with Baldwin engines, and to facilitate the climbing*, of the heavy grades they hadsmall driv ing wheels. »- - I was fireman on 67, which was used in the passenger service. She had the largest drivers on the road,.and they only measured forty-eight inches in ,div ameter. Matt Irwin was the engineer. Sixty-seven had just been boused sifter trrun. 1 was ’ filling the oil ’ cans, and Matt was hauling off his overalls, when Mr. Fox, the superintendent, climbed into the cab. v. jh . ..i j After.a few commonplace remarks, he- ssked abruptly: “Matt, how soon can 67 go out?” “Just- as' soon as' I can pull on my overalls,” was the reply." ’’Her steam hasn’t been blown ont yet, ffud her fire hasn’t been drawn.” • The superintendent looked at both of us very hard, as though he was sizing us up, and then be said, awful solemn: “Matt, you’ve been with us a long time. You’ve beep tri^d and not found Some quaint Chrlitmu Yemen of Other Day*. It was Thomas Tnsser who, nearly three and a half centuries ago, advised all people to at— Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comet bat once a yoor, in his quaint book, entitled “Five Hmi- drede Pointes of Good Hnsbandrie," bnt it was previous to this that there had been issued a mock play called “Alexander and the King of Egypt,” tbe conclusion of which is given in Ray’s “Collection of Proverbs,” as follows: Bonn-ee Buckram, velvets dear. Christmas comes bnt onoo a year; And when it ooraes it brings good cheer. Bnt when It’s gone, it’s never the near. (Note—Bounce Buckram Is equivalent to “throw away your old clothes.”! Again, in a rare tract published in 1658, are the lines: Let's ilaaoe and sing and make good cheer. For Christmas comes bnt once a year. Herrick, in his “Hesperides," treats: Of Christmas sports, the Wassail Boole That lost up. after Fox-l’-th’-hole; Of Blind-man buffs, and of the care That young men have to sbooe the Mare: Of Ash-heapes. in.the which ye use Husksuds and wives by streakes to chose: Of craokllng laureU. which fore sounds A plenteous harvest to your grounds. A writer in The Gentleman’s Magazine for May, 1784, tells ns that “the drink ing the Wassail bowl or cup was, in all probability, owing to keeping Christmas in the sarnie manner they had before tbe Feast of Yale. There was nothing the northern nations so much delighted in as caroming ale, especially at this sea son, when fighting was over. It likewise their custom at all their feasts for the master of the house to fill a large bowl or pitcher, to drink ont of it first himself, und then give to him that sat nmet, and so it went around." In Poor Robin’s Almanac for 1677, in the beginning of December, he observes; Now blooki to clqsve this time requires •Gainst Christmas for to make good fires, which saintary advice is still to be heed ed in northern latitudes. The Yule log figures largely in all the poetiyot the Thirteenth, Fourteent h and Fifteenth centuries, and of this Herrick Bays: Come, bring with a noise. My merry, morris boys. The Christmas Log to the firing. While my good Dams, she Bids ye all be froe and drink to your heart’s desiring; "With the last year’s Brand light the new Block," »<1 For good success in his spending. Or- your psalteries play. » That sweet luck may Como while tho Log Is a-toendlng. Drink now tho strong beere. Cut tho white loafo horo Tho whilo tho meat Is a-shreddtng: For tho raro mince pie Ard tho plums stand by Tto HU the paste that’s a-kneading. Albert P. Sooth wick. Fifty Yekrs. For Ove; ku».wb-;£ ar,s fgi used for children teeming. ■, wind used for children curea Mftens the rum», aUsy^uip Dllkrrh05a . bv,aidru *' rl7w tKrone toot tna world. wanting. Tonight we call upon yon to. perform the most dangerous piece of work yet. Will you do it?" Matt’s eyee looked as large as saucers in the dim light of the cab.. I confess 1 was trembling myself. “What is it?” he asked. “There’s been a big mistake made in the higher offices—bnt that is not for os to criticise—and there is bntr one way to rectify it.” Here the superintendent’s voice dropped to a whisper. “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars in gold has got to be in B before midnight, to connect with the Eastern express, and you’re the man selected to take it through.” Old Matt showed his astonishment with his. eyes, bnt never opened his r-outh. The superintendent merely glanced at me, and turning to Matt continued: A lone engine might create suspi cion, so we’ll make np a wild freight. They’ll all be empties. Back down to the offices before yon couple on, and we’ll pat the safe under the coal in the tender.” That was aU. He jumped off and dis appeared. For some time Matt and 1 sat staring at each other, then he slid off his seat and said: This won’t do! Sapper, Harry—sup- pert We haven’t mnch time to lose. It only lacks a few minutes of 6. Be back before the quarter.” The wind was whistling among the cars, whisking the dust and papers about, while in the south a big black cloud was coming up,- resplendent with chain light ning. Altogether the night promised to be unusually bad. 1 was back on time, bnt Matt was there before me. He had lighted the shaded steam gauge lamp and stood scan ning a small piece of pasteboard. What do you make of this, Harry?" he asked, as I climbed np beside him. I fonnd it pinned to my cushion. On it was scrawled, with a lead pen cil, the words: Dan Kerb Don’t poll the wild freight tonight if you value your lives. A Tbue Friend. I make it that some one beside the superintendent and ns knows of it,” I re plied, the cold shivers beginning to chase each other np my spinal column. “There’s danger ahead!” “Ay, there is danger ahead, my boy, and old Matt spoke softer than I had ever heard him before. “If you want to”— “I'll go where’you*, load,” I replied quickly, knowing-what he wad going to say. “Then we’ll go through if it takes tbe wheels out txom underl Ring up the wipers I" And without waiting for the hostler to run the engine ont, old Matt backed her on to the turn table, where the wipers swung her around, and then we backed down to the offices, where four trusty men soon had the square safe un der the coaL A few minutes later we were coupled onto a half dozen empty freight cars and a caboose. “There’s your orders!” cried Jimmy O’Connor, the conductor, shoving up the yellow sheets of tissue paper. Old Matt looked them over, and we be gan to move out of town. “We’ve got a dear track,” he arid, looking across at me, and then he draw up the corners of his mouth, and I looked for a quick run. Before .we reached the outskirts of tbs town the rain began to come down in a perfect deluge. Great drops, mixed with hail, and in Buch quantity that tbs dry drains were soon transformed into raging creeks. The wind howled and shrieked above the rumble of the train and threatened to lift 67 off the rails. When the tele graph poles began to snap off Matt’s face began to lengthen. “Good night for washovers,” ho said, “and washovers are as bad as wash outs!" It was all down grade, and all the steam used was to run the air pump, had only to keep the fire alive. Eight miles down we ran past a small station where a freight train was side tracked. It had perhaps a dozen cars. Just before we reached it I saw a man dart in between two of the cars to escape the headlight. I thought him either a trainman or a tramp, but have since changed my mind. We were half way down the Haver sack grade, with a straight stretch of track and a long curve before Us, when Matt looked across and raid: “I’m afraid tbe Kittle pasteboard was only a scare. If” There was a flash of light behind, thp. rattle of coal, and Bob Dun cap, the for ward brakeman, stood in the cab. His face was as white as a sh-et. “Shut her down—shut her down, for heaven’s sake I” he shonted. “A freight’s broke loose, and is coming down the grade two miles a minute!” Before yon could snap your fingers my face was as pale as Bob’s. Matt Irwin never lost his head, and with a coolness that conies to few inen * in time of danger, he asked, “How do yon know?” Seen her by a flash of lightning. O’Con nor and Billy have jumped! And then he swung out on the step and disappeared. ‘Jump if.you want to, Harry r ” called old Matt. “Fm going to stick to her.” I gave one look* ont af the Egyptian darkness and concluded that I would stay with old Matt. Keep yoor eye peeled for her,” he eried, andicommenced to let 67 ont. ' “There sheds!” I shouted. And there it was, ( sure enough. It had just come'out of a cut. One of the boxes was on fire, the flame streaming back half a car length, and cutting, through the air like a meteor. “She’s four miles behind,” said old' Matt, “and coming four feet to cur one. If we can get around the curve there’s a show of her jamping.” And then began that terrible'ride. He hooked 67 up to the first notch and then opened the throttle. With seven cars behind us we shot down the grade of 175 feet to the mile. Sixty-sevea set low in her frame, but every low joint rung her bell for an eighth of a mile. She jumped- and swayed and. threatened to leave the rails. The wind shrieked aronnd ns like a thousand demons and the rain poured against the windows in a perfect stream. There’s danger ahead and death be hind,” shouted the old engineer.' ‘'If the rain loosens a bowlder and drops it on the track” I shuddered. There was the blasted pine that marked the curve. The next seoond we reached it For a moment I thought it was all over. Then 67 righted. There was a sharp jerk. 'Weiforged ahead faster, and our seven cars cleared the road bed and went down the bluff with a crash that was heard high above the storm, leaving a clean track for the runaway behind that was coming as swift and sura as death. - ' If the runaway got around the curve, the probabilities were that we Would be knocked from the track into the river. We were very near to the bottom now, where the roadbed followed the river, and the engineers were cautioned m't to run over fifteen miles per hoilr. ** Bnt orders were not respected that night. We were making thirty miles per hour when a flash of lightning showed me that dark string of cars coming aronnd the curve. The blazing box was ou the opposite side and invisible. Old Matt gave 67 the steam so sudden-' ly she seemed to jump from under us, but the runaway was not more than half mile behind and coining with the speed of a tornado. There was no getting ont of the way. In a moment it woold be on ns. I imag ined I could see the black mass coming down on us in the darkness, when a heavy rumble was heard, followed by a tremendous crash. The rain had loosened the rock and dirt overhanging the track, and it only needed the jar of 67 to set it in motion. Something like 1,000 tons of debris rolled onto the track directly behind us, and. into this those runaway cars plunged. But we did not find this ont until afterward. Matt kept 67 np to what was a tremendous speed on that track. She plunged and rolled and rang her bell continually. A dozen times I thought we were going into river. W® P Q fl®d through all right, but that was my last trip. When 1 got off the engine my hair was streaked with gray, and now it is white as snow. For some time it was thought that the runaway cars had broke loose, bnt the company became suspicions and had the case looked into, with the result of run ning down some tough characters, who finally confessed to cutting them loose with the intention of ditching ns between Haversack grade and the bottom, and securing the treasure. Old Matt has retired from the road, bnt I do not think that either he or shall ever forget the run of 67.- \ • Worked Him. ‘Say, boss, give me a few pennies to buy something to eat, will yon?" said a ragged urchin to a man hurrying through Mail street at 6 o’clock Christ mas eve. Now the one appealed to had just been buying Christmas presents for a score of sisters, cousins and aunts, to ray nothing about the numerous rattles, dolls, etc., which be had bonght for the members of his own immediate family, and consequently he was feeling rather poor. “Can’t do it, sonny,” he said rather gruffly, as he hurried on. The boy assumed a tone half sorrow ful, with a touch of independence in it, and said to the retreating figure: “Boss, 1 hope yon will have a Merry Christmas.” i The man stopped, turned aronnd, dug his hand into bis pocket and handed the urchin a quarter. Then he harried on again. Ten minutes later the same urchin en tered a hallway where half a dozen street arabs were assembled. “Hi, Jimmy!” he yelled as he entered, “see what de bloke give me (showing the quarter). Let’s play ‘craps.’ ”—New York Tribune. A KM FOR A MADMAN. sam much, “But this « a?patfeflt%,rootu; ” I said. ‘fSuuslytjDr. Disney doesn’t intend to put me in here.” “He does, !J though, and yell-'fin’d yer- self^Btjqely ^mtortable-.ei Yej’11 find all the month of November, in the year 1878. I was very glad to get back to the dear auld Granite City, for I had not been at home for three years. I was looking forward to resuming all my old friendships and wondering- where I should begin. Fate settled the question for me. The double rat-tat-tat of the postman sounded on my front door, and my good old housekeeper, Mrs. Duthil, brought me a letter in a well known handwriting.' It was from my next beet friend.Alec Disney. ‘J havq iust beard of your arrival, dear old fellow,” it read, “and shall be deeply offended if yon don’t come to see me first. I am in charge of the Inch Lonatic asylum. Things have prospered with me, yoh see. Work, however, is very slack. I have only some twenty in mates at present, so come.out and spend few days with me, and we’ll try to have a good time together. By the way, " have my old Irish servant, Mike Brady, with me still. I have installed him as head warden, and barring an-occasional mistake or. two he accomplishes his du ties in a masterly fashion and looks aftor my welfare as of yore af the same time. We might, pat np an old time joke upon him. It would be fun. I will meet yon in the gig at Inch station to morrow evening at 7. Don’t faiL You need. not reply to this, but just come. Ypurs as in the old days, Alec.” Of course I wouldn’t fail,'and it wr:-- too late to reply anyway, for here it was 8 o’clock in the afternoon and he ex pected me by 7. The letter of course was written the day before, and “to morrow” meant today. Mike Brady was a great, brawny Irish man, devoted to Alec, who had fonnd him a poor, .starving waif, had taken him in, fed and clothed him and made him his body servant, valet, secretary and general factotum. The great heart of the Irishman had warmed to his bene factor, and he loved Alec as a dog loVes his master. He had grown so with Alec’s life that neither could do without the other. Besides, there were two very strong bonds which united these men more closely even than gratitude and af fection. They both loved horses and dogs. y When I jumped out of the car at Inch station my dear old chum Disney was waiting for me oh tho platform. A boy was bolding his horse outside. We did not waste s great deal of time over con gratulations, for it was a cold, dark night, and we had a drive of five miles to make. We were soon in the cozy old fashioned gig, which all country doctors in Great Britain are so fond of, wrapped np in onr rags, the boy had left the horse’s head and we were trotting fast along the frozen country road. Now about the joke we ars to put up on Mike,” I said, when he-had gone some distance. “What are we to do?’ Then Alec, the confounded rascal, un folded a simple little plan. When Mike came down to the door to meet us the doctor would tell him ima quiet tone to show me the house and rake me to my room. Mike would never recognize me, for I had grown a healthy beard which completely disguised me, and he would take me for a new patient. The joke would be immense when he discovered his mistake. The scheme seemed a glori ous one and I entered into it with avid- ity. What a fool I was not to smell a rat. Why, I knew that Alec Disney was the biggest practical joker of onr class. Well, all turned ont as we anticipated. Mike came to tbe door and assisted us ont of onr wraps and into the gratefnl warmth of the big hall. He was in no wise altered, bat" as Alec h*4 #•& he did not recognize me. Mike,” raid Disney—and I did not notice the wink of his sinister optic as hq. said it—“take this gentleman over the house first,' show him every polite ness and then to his room; by that time dinner,will be ready., We are hungry. I dare say he may like a bath.** “Yis, sorr, I will attend to him,” and he did attend to me. We went all over the building, np one staircase and dbwiF another, along cor ridors, peeping intp rooms and visiting the billiard room, recreation hall, read ing room, dining hall and everywhere. I noticed a peculiar action on the part of Mike, but I put it down merely to his ordinary precautionary habits. He closed every door behind us. And he never al lowed me to get ont of his reach. He also seexped to keep a very careful eye upon my every movement Bnt this I pnt down to the habit he had got into from being so long among lunatics. Then 1 began to notice another some what strange thing. Whenever we met a patient Mike spoke kindly and gently to him, bnt when we met a warder or nurse Mike seemed to throw ont a hint to be more than ordinarily watchful, and I saw two or three times that the keepers took a dose look at me, as i sizing me np. I stand nearly six feet and am a fairly strong man, an ugly cus tomer when thoroughly aroused. Presently I fonnd that Mike and I were not alone. Two of the warders were fol lowing us everywhere. I was getting ravenously hungry and somewhat tired. Onr five mile ride had given me an enormous appetite, and began to think this thing of wandering all over a big house without my host to “personally conduct my tour” was somewhat strange business, and not quite in accordance with the ancient Scottish rules of hospitality. So I turned to Mike and'said: “Well, don’t you think it’s about time we fonnd my room? Fd like to get a wash and go down to dinner.” *" right,” he said. “Yer _ “But I don’t care to stay in this part of the honse. Jtf..3DliwfiX.iMW no better accommodation than this for a friend he hasn’t met in three years, I’ll get ont and go back to Aberdeen.” n r , , “And I think you’ll conclude to stay where ye are,” said Mike with a fanny little chuckle. . , > “Come, now, you’d better begin to undress quietly, for that bath is waitin for ye.” it** e ae -.tit vi •* ••• b * - It began to dawn upon me that Mike really thonght he had got a new patient^ and I laughed oat loud at ihe joke. ! • “Why, Mike,” I said, “do jrou mean to tell me you don’t recognize your old friend? You surely are not under the impression ithat I am a patient.” “Oh, that’s all right. I recognize my old friend very well, and I haven’t raia ye was a patient. Only I’m telling you to hurry ont of them clothes and take avl ye’re bath. “It is abont time to stop this fooling,” I Baid. “Now let me pass; J want to go down to yoor master.” “Ye’ll find there’s no foolin about it now, and I want ye to understand that the master on this Sure is called Mike Brady—Mr.- Mike Brady, Esq. Now take off them clothes.” Now let me pass; I’ve had enough of this,” I said quietly, bnt I was getting very hot, and j felt myself turning white in the face with suppressed passion. The affair was getting beyond the limit of a joke. I stepped forward as though' to push by him. I had been so absorbed in this little controversy that I had qnito forgotten the proximity of those two keepers who had been following ns so closely for sometime. As I stepped forward, Mike stepped back and uttered a little sharp whistle. In one instant I felt myself grabbed from behind and I was in the powerful grasp of the two men. I struggled and fought like a caged tiger, but I was as helpless as a baby, and there stood that duuderheaded fiend, Mike Brady, smiling at me in calm victory and making me more and more angry and mad. Mad! . < Mad? Yes! That was itl He thought I was mad, and he knew to perfection how to aronse all the evil passions with in me. And he meant to do it. The two keepers knew no better; they were under his orders. v Now there flashed across my mind the hundreds of Btories I had heard and read of perfectly sane persons being sent to lunatic asylums “to get them ont of the way,” and how, after a short spell of careful treatment,” they had become literally raving lunatics. Would Mike Brady drive me out of my mind? By a big effort I restrained my anger for a moment, and attempted to. speak quietly. v “Now, Mike,” I said, “this joke is abont over. Please send one of these men for Dr. Disney, and he will tell you what a mistake you are making. I am his old friend and have come to stay with him as his guest. He will b» wait ing dinner forme.” u.< Now don’t let’s have any more of that talk. I know all about you—of course, you’re the doctor’s guest. You’re all his guests. It is a little way he has. And ye’ll be going to stay qnito a long while acceptin his hospitality. You’re going to begin at once. Are ye going to take that bath?’ “Iain not.” “Then we’ll have to give it to yon.” .In a moment I was thrown onto the bed on my back, and while the two keepers held the Mike commenced to disrobe me. Then I began to struggle desperately and shout at the top of my Voice. We’ll have to gag ye if ye shout, my friend,” raid Mike- Bnt I. straggled all the more and shonted louder. “There’s no one will hear ye, and we’ll soon pnt a stop to that straggling.” He stepped ont of the room and returned in a min ute with an armful of straps. They were going to strap me down! The horror of the moment was almost worse than' tile agony of the thought that I was in the hands of three igno rant brutes to whom every sane effort I made was a further proof of my insan ity. I was becoming weak from exertion and want of food. Then I understood Mike’s object in taking me the long walk over the building. He had been tiring me out. Still I kept up my struggles and shouting. With wonderful rapidity, showing how well and thoroughly Mike had ac quired his duties, a strap was thrown across my legs and buckled tight to the bed, and another across my chest hold ing my arms t to my side and almost choking me. “He’U settle down directly,” I heard one of the keepers ray, and in truth 1 had almost exhausted myself. I began to feel the room swimming aronnd me. Would help never come? My throat was parched with terror and my tongue almost clove to the roof of my month. I managed to gasp prayer for “Water! For God's sake, water 1* And then I forgot my troubles. When I came to myself I was lying on a comfortable bed in an elegantly fur nished room, with a bright fire burning in it, and Alec—the scamp who had brought all the trouble upon me—was chafing my hands. Later on in the evening, over a pipe and some hot whisky toddy, brewed in eld college fashion by Mike himself, I joined in Abe's laughter and learned how he had come to look for me in the very rick of time to save me from a strait- jacket and to explain to Mike Brady that it was his old college chum and not a new patient that the blundering fellow 'BILLY’S SANTA ' : -'CLAthi3 'EXPERIENCE. ft 1 mv— "to;.an* mi F . COURSE I in y such person as Santa Claus, but Tommy does. Tommy is my lit tle brother, aged six Las Christ mas Ithought Td make some fun for the young one by playing Santa Clans, bnt as al- wnys happens when I try to amuse anybody I jes got myself Into trouble. , „ ... ,, , I went to bed pretty early on Christ mas eve so as to give my parents a chance to get-the presents out of tho ddsetin mamma’s room, where they had been locked up' since they were bonght I kep my close on except my Bhoes v and put my nightgown over them so as Td look white if any of jthem came near me. a I waited, pinchin mytelf to keep fee. After awhile papa came into room with a lot of things Shat he dumped on Tommy’s bed. Then mam ma came in and put some things on mine and in onr two stockings that were hung up by the chimney! Then they both went ont very quiet, and soon all the lights went out too. I. kep on pinchin myself and waitin for a time; and then when I was sure that everybody was asleep I.got up. The first thing I went into was my sister’s room, and got her white ftir rug that mamma gave her on her birthday; and her sealskin cape that was hanging on the closet dobn I tied the cape on my head with shoestrings and it made a good big cap. Then ,1 put the for rug aronnd me and pinned it with big safety pins what I fonnd on Tommy’s garters. Then I got mamma’s new scrap basket, trimmed with roses, what Mrs. Simmons broid- ered for the church fair, mid piled all of the kid’s, toys,into. it. I fastened it to my back with papa’s suspenders, and then I started for the roof. I hurt my fingers some opening the scuttle, bnt kept right on. It was snow ing hard and I stood and let myself get r retty well covered with 1 flake& Then crawled over to the chimney that went down into our room and climbed np on top of it I had brought my bicycle lantern with me and I lighted it bo as Tommy could see me when I came down the chirpney into the room. There did not seem to be any places Inside the chimney where I could hold on by my feet, but the ceil ing in onr rooni was not very high and I had often jumped most as far, so I jes let her go, and I suppqpe I went down. Anyway, I did not mow about anything for a long time. Then I woke up all in the dark with my head feolin queer, and when I tried to turn over in bed I fonnd 1 wasn’t in bed at all, and then my arms and legs began to hurt terrible, mostly one arm that was doubled up. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t because my bones hurt so and I was terrible cold and there was nothing to stand on. 1 was jes stack. Then I began to cry, and pretty soon I heard mamma’s voice rayin to papa: Those must be sparrers that are mak ing that noise in the chimney. Jes touch a match to the wood in the boys’ fireplace." I heard papa strike a light and then the wood began to crackle. Then, by links! it began to get hot and smoky and L screamed: Help! Murder! Pat ont that fire lest yon want to burn me np!” Then I heard papa stamping on the wood and mamma calling out: “Where’s Billy? Where Is my chile?” Next Tommy woke up and began to cry and everything was terrible, special ly the pains all over me. Then papa called out very stern: William, If you are in that chimney come down lit once!” and 1 answered, cryin, that I would if I coold, but I was | stuck and couldn’t Then I heard papa gettin dressed, and pretty soon he and John from the stable went up on the roof and let down ropes what I pnt aronnd me and they hauled me up. . It was jes daylight and I was all black and sooty and scratched and my arm was broken. 1 Everybody scolded me excep mamma. I had spoiled my sister's white rag, and broken all of Tommy’s toys, and the snow what went in through the scuttle melted and marked the parlor ceiling,; besides I guess it cost papa a good deal to get my armr mended. Nobody would believe that I bad jes meant to make some fun for 'Tommy, and my arm and all my bruised places hurt me awful for a long time. If I live to be a million I am never goin to play State Claus agin. Cornelia Redmond. The Antiquity of the Christmas Box. Three centuries ago the Christmas box, now not often heard of, was in the height of Its glory, as these lines show: Gladly (he Boy with Christinas Box in hand, Throughout the town his devlone route pur* Aberdeen, On July zi, 1891 Messrs, Lippman Bros., Savannah, Ga. Dear 8taa—I bought a bottle of your P.P. P. at Hot Springs, Aik-isad it has done me more good than three months’ treatment at the Hotr Springs. Haro you no agents in this part of the couu-1 try, or let me know how much If will cost to' get three or six bottles from your city by ex- piess, •- i~ ’ Respectfully yours, a JA8. i NEWTON, I •Aberdeen, Brown county, O. I Newnansville.Fla., June 5,1891, I Messrs. Lippman Bros., Savannah, Ga. | Dear Sutv—I wish to give my testimonial in Plies! Piles! Itching Piles! Steptoms—Moisture; intense itching and stinging; most at night; werse by scratching; if allowed to continue tumors form which of ten bleed and ulcerate, becoming very sore. Swathe’s Ointment stops the itching und bleeding, heels ulceration, and in most csseE removes the tumors. At druggists or by mail for 25 cento. Dr. Bwsyne A Son, Philadelphia. There was a little abruptness in his manner of speech that 1 did not qnito like, and “this floor” was right at the top of the house in the lnnatic quarter, right away from the doctor’s part of the building. However, I did not know but that there might he some means of reaching the doctor’s apartments by go ing along the corridor. iVIcElree’s \iVine of Cardul and THEDFORD’S BLACK-DRAUGHT are tw rale by the following merchants in E S Lyndon, Athens, Ga. J B Eowlkb, near Athens. J W Hardy, neat Athens. R T Brumby & Co., Athens. L D Slbdob A Co., Athens. billions muscular rheumatism, and have been a martyr to it ever since. 1 tried all medicines; I ever heard of, and all the doctors in reach,; but I found only temporary relief; the pains were so bad at times th-.t I 'lid not care wheth er I lived or died. My digestion became so lm That’s all _ room’s on this floor; ye’ll be there^ in a 7'-. for smudnum.-Naw York wir^d.that evemhing I ate dis 'greed with me.] minnte, and maybe Fll help ye wash.” b^mistakexifor amadman-Now York fy^oako^eredso^y wonUVbe conliueil to her bed for weeks at tbe time; she aho suffered greatly Horn giddiness, and loss of sleep. Soinetlmoin March I was advised to take P. 1‘. V., and before we (my wife and I) had finished the second bcttle of f. P. P‘ our digestion began loimprove. My pain sub sided so is ueh that I have l>een able to week, and am feeling like doing what I haven’t done be foie in a number of years. We wi'l continue taking P. P. P. until we aro entirely cured, and will cheerfully recommend It to all suffering humauity. Yours vary respectfully, J.S. DUPB1S8, r of. m