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iiA Real Christmas
H ER name was Philippa, a royal
name for such a very small,
poor English . maid, but she
hud nlwuys been called "Flip,"
and she lived In Duchess row. Duchess
row makes you think of something
stately and grand; but, alas, here It
meant just n row of narrow, grimy
houses standing In a dark and drenry
street, where the sunshine never seem
ed to come—a place of poor people In
the heart of tolling Loudou. Flip lived
at B Duchess row with her mother, a
widow. They had the topmost room of
the bouse, and of all the ooor people
In Duchess row 1 do not think any
were quite ns poor ns Flip’s mother,
who hnd to work dny nnd night to earn
a scanty living by making buttonholes
In coats and waistcoats for a. ready
made clothes warehouse, it was a hard
life for the two, but Flip possessed a
brave and stanch little heart beneath
her threadbare frock and when* she
came out of school each afternoon
would sit until her eyes were burning
“and .her poor little fingers raw nnd
aching, helping her mother.
And It was so she sat one afternoon
a week before Christmas day trying to
catch the last gleams of murky day
light which came through the window
ajkzwa w at the BnrciLiAUTiiV orr \nn-
DOW.
Of their room. It was a bitterly cold,
cheerless day. not a typical Christmas
iwitb frost and snow. but. lenden skies
and a biting east wind made all folks
shiver and long to be home by a cosy
fireside. But fires are a luxury In
Duchess row, nnd there was but scant
warmth In the room where Flip and
her mother sat, working hard.
"If we can get these finished tonight
yon can run out with them, an’ wbeD
won come back we’ll ’ave a bit more
coal, an- I’ll git a bit of Osh from
round the corner, an’ you shall ave a
nice ’ot sunper, deary," said the pale
mother with a loving look.
"That'll be lust splendid, replied
Flip, “an’ then we’ll set before tho
fire, an’ you’U tell me about them real
Christmases you used to 'ave when yon
""I'don’Ulke talking of them days/’
gald the mother with a sigh as she fold
ed up the last bit of work. “ Ere you
are, deary. Jest put on 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
an' presents! Fancy If I could give
mother a present! I know what I'd
like to give 'er—one of them cases to
'old needles and thimble on’ a bodkin
wbleh I saw at 'AmIUon’e bazaar. But
it ain't much goad wishing." And
here her reflections came fa an end. for
she found herself at the warehouse. {
She had soon delivered her parcel, to'
the fat manageress and received life'
poor payment due and, threading bdi
way cleverly back through dusty cor
ridors and down winding stairs, soon
found herself In the jostling street
again. She turned her footsteps home,
when a gleam of something bright on
the dirty pavement caught her eye.
She bent down. It wasn’t—no—yee. It
was—a stiver'sixpence! She. picked It
v up. Could such luck be true? A silver
sixpence found on the ground nnd
therefore her very own, to do what she
liked 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
exes shining with excitement, “an’ 1
know what I’ll buy, no'! I’ll git It. too,
before I go ’ome. ’cause It won’t take
me o mlntb”
Hamilton’s bazaar was not very far.
away, and, sure enough, In live minutes
Flip was gazing steadily in ut the bril
liantly decked and Ut. window at. a
needlecase in red velvet and gold, au
article which for all Its gurgeousness
wns marked blit fivepeuce three far
things.
“I want a needlecase with a thimble
an' a bodkin on’ a reel of cotton, tike
them up there." said Flip, with all the
dignity of u possessor of wealth.
"Well, you must wait a bit!".snapped
the assistant, turning to number cus
tomer, a stout, cheery louklug titan
accompanied by two rosy, well dressed
children,
"I bln waitin' a long time. Why
can’t you git me one down?" replied
Flip, with the persevernuce 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, handing her tbgfcplu.
The saleswoman took It. looked at
It ouce carelessly, agHlu narrowly.
"Why,” she exclaimed, "this Is not a
sixpence at all—It Is only an Imitation
one!" Aud, turning quickly, she beck
oued the tall, Imposlug looking shop
walker, who stood near. '"This child Is
trytag to pass false money," she said
as she gave him poor Flip's treasure
trove.
He examined it and then, taking bold
of the child's thin arm, said:
“Come, come; where did you gel
this money from? Tell the truth
uow.” „
Flip’s face went red and then very
white. She did not realize or tinder-
stand her offense. She only knew that
If tho slxpcuce was bad the could not
buy the denriy coveted gift. Her heart
seemed ready to break, and she burst
Into n flood of tears as she-sobbed out:
“I found It in the street—It’a true, It
is. But I can’t buy the present now."
The shopwalker hesitated, and then
the- cheery lobbing customer who bad
been walttag his turn to be served
broke In by saying In a votca that
had a strong country twang, to It:
“Don't you cry, lassie. Toil don't
menn any barm, I guarantee. Let me
see that coin." be continued, turntng
to the shopwalker, who did as be was
desired, for be was being addressed
by an old and valued customer,
“Well. I don't know/' said tbe
ebeery man. “It is not a'slxpence, I
agree, but it Is a half sovereign and a
very good one too.” And In .the twin
kliug of an eye be bad defUy 'excbsng-
vd tbe Imitation sixpence for a gold
coin from his waistcoat pocket.
"There, my lass, take yoor money
nnd run home.”
Was It a dream? Flip plncbed her
self when she was In tbe cblll streets
again. No. It was all true-a happy
rrnllty to find a bad sixpence and then
see It transformed .Into a golden halt
The Christmas Plctura. * “ |
And they c*m« • * • and found Mary and
Joseph and the Bab* <l,uk« II. K).
8o simple wns tho roal Christmas sto- !
ry as recordod by tho angel of history. 1
I should Ilka to have heard tbe lunkcop- !
er, whose discourtesy nnd hcariloeRuaia
have been assumed rnthor than proved,
tell Just what did happen on that first.
Christmas eve. It ts posslblo to frame
a likeness so gorgoously ns to divert
attention frojn the face iteelf. An ac
companiment may.be so brilliant os to
drown the sweetuoss ot a great solo.
Not the "song In Iho air," nor yet the
"star.ln tho sky,” but rnthor
A mother's deep prayer
.And a baby's low cry j
make the real Christmas story. Cod
did a dlvtnor thing for men when he !
sent redemption by the travail and j
arms ot Mary than If ho had reversed j
tho motion of the planets. i
By the way of Christmas lesson, |
then, let tie remind ourselves of the
altnple, human ways In which Cod
comes to earth. To Bothlehem he came I
a baby, to Nazareth as a (nil, to j
Jerusalem as teacher aud friend. As
he came to those cities of old, so be Is
always coming. I do not forget, ot
course, that he comes also In sunsets
and fields. In stoma nnd earthquakes.
Earth's crammed with heaven
.And every oommon buah aflame with God.
But the supreme advent Is always by
a man. The real gospel ts not a gos-
'pel of beauty, but the gospel of a per
.eon. Perhaps If we had spent more
. e by the Christmas manger wc
might have sooner ceased oxpectlng
Salvation to drop from the skies. Ood
tomes most and best by men and
.women.
Appeal has recently been made on be
half of the overworked employees of
store and office, suggesting that Christ
mas purchases be mode earlier than
usual, in other words, It ts suggested
that while we are planning tor a joyous
Christmas of our own we gibe others
a chance to have one. That Is precisely
the point The Christmas message
must be translated by ns In terms of
consideration tor other*. Christmas
joy must bo borne to tho homes of
humbler folk, not by angels, bat by hu
man hands and feet
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the world, the constant journeying to sovereign. She had forgotten the v.l-
the warehouse seemed to her long and vet needlecase: she had but one thought
weary but tonight her thoughts of -to get home-and home ahewoon was,
Christmas made her forget all fatigue, where herjnxlou. mother beard all
»-Ow lovely It would be," «he hm- wonderful adventure..
A Christmas Carol.
“What means this (lory round our test,"
Tbs magi muted, "more bright than
mornT’
And angels chantsd dear and sweat,
'Today the Prince of Peace la horny
“What means that star," the shepherds
said,
■That brightens through the . reeky
glenr'
And angels, answering overhead,
Sang, “Peace on earth, good will to
men!" - -
'Tie eighteen hundred years and more
Since those sweet oracles were dumb.
We wait for him like them of yore.
Alee, he seems so slow so corns!
But It was said In words of geld
No time or sorrow o'er shall dim -
That Uttle children might be bold
In perfect trust to cons to him.
All round about our feet shall shine
A light like that the wise men saw
If we our loving wills Incline
To that sweet life which Is tho law. -
So shall wo learn to understand
Simple faith of shepherds thsre
And, clasping kindly hand In hand,
Bing,. "Peace on earth, good win to
men I"
And they who do their souls no wrong.
But keep at eve the faith of morn,
Shall daUy hear the angel song,
"Today ths Prlucs of Psacs Is bornl"
—James Russell Lowell
THE MAC 1C OF CHRISTMA*.
It la a wonderful thing—the
period of Christmas! I wonder
bow many hundred* of thou
sands of parents have, discover
ed at Christmas time under tbe
magic of the season—through
soma little thing done by son
or daughter—that those they
thought estranged from them by
those things which come be
tween still loved them with a
memory more tender thau they
had dreamed of. 1 wonder how
many sons and daughters have
under the magic Influence of
Christmas had their hearts sof
tened so ns to be moved by some
Uttle manlfegtatlon of love by
father, or mother, which they
would have thought little of, per
haps despised, at any other sea
son.—Charles Dickens. ••
A Christmas Acrostic.
Many wish you Joy and gladneee
Everywhere on Christmas day.
Rich and poor. In smiles or sadness.
Reach a hand .and good words any.
Tours and min* may b* ths plsasurs;
Care and . wo* our nslghbor#' share
Hav* w* not In our heart'* treasure
.. Riches such as w# can apart?
la thsre not a tender feeling. ,
Something more than “That's too badt"
Think how much we need when kneeling
Morn and noon and night, how glad
And Joyful la our portion here,
Binoe overflowing le our eup ,
Amid our tine of! doubt and fagr.
Not that we’ra worthy, but, w# sup
Dally with our Lord and Bavlotsr.
And how kind art his attanttSaa,
How ungrateful our behavior fl
And how sinful our Inventions.
Pray that ha may still show klsflnsre.
Pardon tie our lack of lore,
Tearly blasting us. What bUntesss
Not to ovsr faithful prorel
Evan now w* may start livings
TVs may lire as from tha dsa*.
Too and I may lire by giving;
Evan lift a drooping head. 1
And wall hava a happy day
Right along through ail tha wap,
thought "If we could 'ave a., real go. after «U, It wp ft real Christmas
thoug t, »n”«U7 in the fop room. .
Tha True Christmas Spirit.
Cbimt on, y# boUal In every *Ua
Tho angsts’ strain uplift
It la tha spirit not the thaw
That tanet!flt* the gift
The Christ Child with the sbHdrea
To ovary Christmas tre*
To bring tho spirit to our bumag-v
"To do it unto na"
Oh, holly brunch and mistletoe,
And Christmas chimes where'er we pt,
And siocklngi pinned up la a row-
mere are thy gift*, Dooemberl
■HR, Nlehvla*
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statement of the Condition of
The Farmers & Merchants Bank
r ,, (Recently appointed as a State Depository)
^ CAIRO, GA.
as shown by the books of the Bank on Dec. 14, 1914
Resources
Loans - $95,552.77
Banking House and Fixtures 6,773.45
Cash;...;.:..... -28,571.00
$130,897.22
Liabilities
Capital $30,000.00
.
■
Undivided Profit
Deposits........ ....
No borrowed money
6,024.37
94,8/2.85
$130,897.22
With Christmas near at hand we take this opportunity of
thanking our patrons and friends for their liberal patronage, and
wish them a Merry Christmas.
We realize and appreciate the confidence the people have in
our bank, and know you will be glad to learn of our appointment
as a “State Depository."
‘Make Our Bank Your Bank
W. T. Crawford, Pres. Thoa. Wight, Vice-Pres.
E. Fprsyth, Cashier
J. L OLIVER’S SON
Crady County's Largest Store”,
Plain and Hemstitched Handkerchiefs
Pretty Holiday Neckwear
Hosiery and Suspender Sets
Auto Gloves and Gauntlets
Undressed and Dressed Kid Gloves
Fancy Vesta
Bathing and Lounging Robes
Furs and Muffs
Shawls and Fascinators
Pretty Silk Parasols
Auto Scarlf8 and Veils
Desk and Tablet Sets
Stylish Suits and Cloaks
Bath Room and House Slippers
Hand Bags
(Christmas, with plum pudding an’
You’ll Believe in Santa Claus
When you see the wonderful assortment of Christmas
Gifts here. There is something for every member of the
family and something for every purse. Let us suggest.
For Father or Brother
Smoking Sets
Nice Pair Crossett Shoes
Shaving Sets
Cuff Buttons and Scarff Pin Sets
Nice Suit of Clothes or Overcoat
Umbrellas-and Canes
Sweater Coats and Mufflers
For Mother or Sister
Long and Short Gloves
Hemstitched and Embroidered
kerchiefs
Faney Collars—the newest things
Stylish Hats
Sweaters and Sweater Coats
Fancy Hat Pins
Shir; Waist Pins, etc.
These are just a few of the appropriate presents we have
for you. Just wander through down stairs and look things
over, then go upstairs to Santa Claus headquarters.
Jo L. OLIVER’S SON