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The Men A re the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints
The Real
Saint
I fW! is one lorn* story of !nju%
tic* to woman. Sho la dlscred.
-4 ited for every failure, and Man
I? credited with her every success.
The little homage that has been
done to her has always had Its little
joke tied to It as big aa the tin c^n
tied to a country dog’s tall.
Man flattered her by making her a
symbol of Justice. Then he tied a
bandage over her eyes to discredit
•» r Judgments. He made her the
symbol of Liberty, hoping the com
pliment would soothe her into forget
fulness of hl6 refusal to let her vote.
He made her the symbol of Patience,
because that Is a virtue of which he
id willing to let her have a monopoly.
She Invented Love; he stole th|
idea and made a boy child Love s rep
resentative. She Invented Christmas,
and he made an Inane-looking man.
too old to hold any other political
job, the Christmas saint.
Tt Is time. Children Dear. In these
days when every woman Is demand
ing her rights and tearing the veil
o' hypocrisy off the fare of man, that
vou should know the truth.
♦ he saint who floats through your
arUe-Christmas dreams. dropping
'rom a reindeer chariot bags of
goodies and toys Is a man. Is he not?
with a long, white beard and
highly colored cheeks? Then wake
up For while you dream there elts
j rear your bed. unappreciated, un
sung and undreamt, the real Christ-
j mas saint, Your Mother!
HER fHEEKS PALE.
Her cheeks are pale, through much
I midnight preparation of your Christ
mas gifts; her eyes are not merry, as
j were the eyes of the man of j our
d’■earns; they are tender and loving
j nd perhaps a little wistful, because
rour wants are so many and her re-
I sources so Inadequate. But. no mat
ter how little she has, there Is always
| something for the children at Christ
mas; and though every gift repre
sents self-denial, she never tells of
I the sacrifice, nor complains when the
credit Is given to the imaginary old
man with the laay-fat stomach and
|tne long, white beard.
There is always Christmas where
| there is a Mother. It Is not a cele-
I ^ration that depends upon envlron-
| <nent embracing a toy shop near aton-
'■ent store. It depends solely upon
| tie existence of a Mother.
In the days of the pioneer, when
| the nearest toy shop was hundreds of
miles away, there was always Christ
mas If there was a Mother. A string
1 of beads, won by a little cajolery or
Itrade with the Indians; a cookey man,
iii bright red apple, a beanbag, or a
Ihjme-knit mitten, saved the stocking
|b th» firs from the tragic droop of
■ emptiness; and strings of brlght-
Icolored corn, with Winter bouquets of
lciried grasses and wild berries, gave
I th ® house the look of Christmas cheer.
There Is always Christmas where
l.here le a Mother. It Is an event !
■ that depends not on any man. If it
l'vere left to man to dress the Chrlst-
Irnas dolls the flg-leaf fashion would
|tee a glorious revival, and after two
three years of worry the word
J'‘Christmas’’ would pass away to find
la resting spot * n th® cemetery of
1 dead languages.
I CRY OF THE WOLF.
If it were left to man, the faint
I cry of the wolf at the front gate
| would scare Christmas Day off the
calendar. With & Mother in the
I home, there is some sort of a Christ-
I maa though the wolf is scratching at
| the door.
True, Children Dear, Father will
r ’-aim the credit because he worked
| to earn money to give Mother, but no
' ather works as hard to earn money
I t n give Mother as Mother has to
' >rk to get it from Father.
She stands between your cries for
[ more and bis demands that there be
«• She Is the middleman who
I •'anda between the producer and the
consumer, and her only profits are
j >our smilee Christmas morning.
And your praise and gratitude for
| the alleged Christmas saint!
—FRANCES L. CARBIDE.
The Gold Witch s dt f Being the Adventures of a (.iolden-Haired Heiress') S By STELLA FLORES
Faince other Friends
Copyright. 191&. International New* Berries
j
jEFORE hei father’s will is read the great newspapers print pages about the Gold
Witch—the world’s, greatest heiress. People who hitherto have greeted her indiffer
ently sue for her friendship. Beautiful Helen Van Burg, the proudest girl in society,
runs over before sailing for Europe to say good-by and to vow undying friendship. Tom
-•■•.-•■'•a
alone stand? aloof.
'HEN the will is read, all hut five hundred dollars is left—not to the Gold Witch,
but to her guardian. Stunned at this strange outcome she congratulates herself
on at least having so many friends. But she finds out that the penniless orphan is
quite a different person to her wealthy friends. Cut to the heart she takes refuge in the con
servatory, where she tries to realize that she is really alone in the world. No, not quite alone.
For Tom, whose pride held him away from the heiress, hurries to sympathize with the forlorn
little maid.
Do You Know—
SNAP- S
SHOTS
ii
Henry Elionskv, a well-known
American long-distance swimmer, has
just succeeded in swimming from
Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis
tance of about four miles, with hands
p n <l feet tied, towing a boat in which
\\?re seven men. The total weight of
boat and its occupants was 1,363
pounds. The swimmer was three
I ‘tours and ten minutes in the water.
1 vo years ago a bachelors’ club
founded in Severance, Colo., with
• VVf, nty members, but the club has
• c ' boon disbanded owing to the fact
’ ‘ all the members are. e r are about
t0 .b-, married, and, according to the
r es. are no longer eligible for mem-
wrghip.
m r-ss Mary, in accordance with
• ’lomise made to her some time
thi Duchete of Fife, secured
maiden signature of her royal
excepting the signature in
marriage register. The Duchess
■ * p ‘Pd the Princess’ autograph al-
Buckingham . alace on th»i
'‘Troon before the wedding. A lady
* a noted autograph hunter had
^ r ed the Duchess $500, to be paid
r a nv charity her royal highness
,, ern name, for her last maiden slg-
[ nature.
c : rvr ' American has invented an
j .. w r ,' niotor roller skate. It is actu-
\ v a motor at the back of the
th! l. has the drawback that
i ^ skater must carry in his hands or
11 - ? , bac k a na.’r of rather heavy
1 -mu. a ors t0 5U ppjy the current.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
The man who tells a girl not to
talk about things she doesn’t under
stand will use a lot of ingenuity to
keep her from understanding things
he does not want her to talk about.
Sometimes the man who calls his
sweetheart a "Cute kid" when she
plays baby before marriage, will In
sist that she is acting in a "ridicu
lously childish manner" if she tries
the same little tricks when she hap
pens to be his wife.
The woman who treats a man In a
frankly friendly manner either feels
as friendly as ehe acts—or Is in love
—and not necessarily with another
man. For in the hands of the woman
who knows how to use It, frenkneee
is as dangerous a weapon as oo-
quetry.
SOME MARRIAGES—
are like treaties between countries
that do not speak the same language.
Love acts as a board of arbitration
and the two strange countries meet,
join, become one. And does the
“board of arbitration” stay on its
Job? Does love remain to keep the
peace? Oh, no! The two foreign
creatures who are yoked learn to
speak a sign language both can un
derstand, learn to combine the cus
toms of their countries—or they suf
fer the horrors of Internal war!
are made with much elegance ami
leisure and repented with very in
elegant haste.
float across the honeymoon into a
vinegary reaction from too much
sugar
make a spinster long to see the olci
year out at a suffragette meeting, in
stead of causing her to be Jealoue of
the young wife who is blissfully cer
tain of the longed for sure-thin*
date for New Year's Eve.
—are like an echo of Thanksgiving
and a forerunner of Christmas—all
Vace on earth and good will to man
and woman. And. after all. those are
the only real marriages In a world
that seems to ack power to tell rea.
jewels from paste.
A. i BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
(Novelized by>
j alone—against her father—if that need
J be.
Stern Measures.
and tumble, Holbrook”—began Chief
Dempster in a tone reserved for crimi
nals who are cornered and must soon
hurt her loving father, who scarcely
knows she Is a woman—the father
who still dreams his girl is an inno-
(From the play by, George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
And Captgin Holbrook smiled—which
was quite natural. Then in a manner
calculated to stimulate injured inno
cence and confidence forced on most
personal matters, he sauntered over to
the mantel and gave all his attention
to dusting off with his index finger a
minute particle from Judson Flagg’s
dispatch box.
"The impudence of the lad!” thought
Father Shannon—but he managed to
think it without the betraying twitch of
a single facial muscle.
On the Trail.
“The woman is still Here.” said Chief
Dempster in his most granite-like tone
He smiled in appreciation of Larry’s
elaborated stage setting, and well-con
ceived histrionics
“You think so?” returned the Cap
tain reproachfully.
' You're not only accessory after the.
fact, Captain Holbrook, but the woman
who killed Judson Flagg is hidden in
this apartment,” and as he made his
declaration a smile broadened the Arm
Ups of the chief of the secret service.
Holbrook shook his head in easy nega
tion.
"Wasting your time."
"What’s that door?” questioned the
chief grimly, pointing to the portal that
led to Aline’s hiding place.
Indignantly the captain replied “That
door leads to my bedroom.”
"And that one?”
"Kitchen and servant’s room.”
The two men measured each other
Chief Dempster left for a tour of the
"kitchen and servant’s” room.
"Sit down. Mr. Graham," said Larry,
the hospitable.
“Your resistance Isn’t helping your
case, Captain Holbrook.” s?f I Graham
sternly.
Captain Holbrook measured this man
—the District Attorney of the United
States. He wondered ir the father could
suspect from what shame the resistance
he decried was saving him. He won
dered whether her father would also
prove Aline’s friend if the evil hour of
knowledge must come. He thought of
that old Roman father Virginius. who
had slain his young Virginia at the
threat of dishonor—and he asked him
self'what would the District Attorney
of the United States do If he knew
that his daughter measured up to the
standards of those who must be con
sidered guilt j’ until proven innocent.
For though the law says a man is in
nocent until proven guilty—the mark
of shameful guilt smirches a woman
who is dragged before the bar of Jus
tice in our scandal-loving country
Holbrook squared his shoulders and
decided that he must fight Aline’s fignt
The three men, held by such carying
emotions that they might have been
worlds apart, instead of all inextricably
bound in the same cause, waited Demp
ster’s return.
“Chief, what are you finding?" called
Graham at last, impatiently.
“Nothing yet," called back the Chief’s
voice.
‘‘I think I'm very patient, sir—neither
of you gentlemen has any right to
search these premises.' said Larry, who
had firmly decided on what his course
must he
"You’re mistaken,” said Graham with
quiet determination to see this thing
through now. .He little guessed what
“seeing it through’’ must mean to him
—and the little girl who had grown up
as his heritage from the wife he had
loved.
And now Chief Dempster came back
from his fruitless search and walked
with grim determination toward the
door that led to Holbrook’s room.
Holbrook left Ms position on his
hearthstone and stepped between the
oncoming host and tne door he must
not surrender.
"One minute.” said he quietly. "By
what authority?”
“Mine.” said Graham, rushing to his
doom.
Holbrook hit his lips at the grim
irony of it ali.
“Your warrant?” demanded the Cap
tain, with a forlorn hope.
“I am the warrant.” said Graham
Holbrook half closed his keen gray
eves as if to get a fore-shortened view
of this most amusing picture. Then he
opened them wide 1n amazement, and
placed himself—a human barricade—be
fore the citadel of safety where Aline
cowered.
Again the captain essayed the heredi
tary light tone of the sons of Erin.
“Louis Fourteenth said. ‘I am the
State.’ That misleads you In America
—even a district attorney must conform
to the laws. Mr. Graham.”
“I mean to get info that room.” said
Chief Dempster. It was, quite evident
that he did mean to do Just what he
said
CouM Holbrook stop him’’
The End of the Struggle.
At all events he meant to try.
"You can't," said he.
"Will you stop me?" asked Dempster.
"I AM stoppin' you,” explained I.arry
patiently.
The chief smiled In grim amusement.
"Do you think you can stop both of
US?"
The captain's hand was on the chief's
wrist now. A steel vise gripped the
arm of the chief of the Secret Service
of the I’nited States. A steel voice an
swered him—and steel eyes glinted at
him - while taut muscles rippled and
hardened to steel, too, and Larrj* Ho 1 -
brook held the citadel of his lady safe
from marauding chiefs and high offi
cials. . .
"I KNOW I can stop both of you-
and both of YOU know It,” was his
stem declaration.
"We didn't come here for any rough
“Thank you,” interrupted Holbrook
with courtly irony.
"But we didn’t come here without
men enough.” He went over to the en
trance door—and, opening it, called
down the corridor, “Donnelly—Ha
gan ”
“Yes, sir," floated hack his answer.
In that moment Lawrence Holbrook
tasted the grim salt flavor of possible
failure. But he still meant to find a T
way—though what that way was to he j
lie himself scarcely knew but in tin 1
back of his mind a plan was formulat- i
ing.
He took one step from the door.
“One moment, Chief—don t call
them.” ..
The Chief allowed himself another
smile. Holbrook had fought well—but
defeat was near He could not guess
for whom that defeat would spell dis
aster. . .
“Walt there.” he called to his men.
“Close the door, If you please.” said
Holbrook. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I can’t stop all four of you f
And then he opened the door and
called: “Alins, my dear—a momant.
. . . Your father’s here.”
Slowly—almost, as if she were walk
ing in a sleep troubled by dreams of
horror. Aline Graham came trembling
into the room. With a. fathomless
question in their depths, her eyes
fixed on the man to whom she had
given all her faith, she waited for the
word of command from her captain,
who held her life In his hands.
In that moment the District Attor
ney of the United States became an
old man. Life turned him around
with an abrupt command to "right
about face," and he looked at the law
from the side of those whom he had
been forced to drive to doom if they
could be proven guilty. His daughter!
His little Aline—here in Lawrence
Holbrook’s room—in hiding—a fugi
tive! His aching brain could scarce
ly compass It all.
“Aline!” he cried at last, when si
lence had sapped all life-giving oxy
gen from the heavy air. “Allije!
Why? In God’s name, why?"
The girl looked at her father In pain
tha<: Is world-old. So innocent Vir
ginia must have looked at her father
when he lifted the knife that saved
her from worse than death. And so
every girl who is pure in heart,
though circumstance has cruelly sul
lied her life, must chafe in sorrow at
her woman’s heritage when she sees
how another man has forced her to
cent child. But she did not speak—
she waited her command from the
captain of her life.
"Tell him what you heard in your
library,” said Holbrook, calmly.
The Chief stood watching Aline. He
was looking beyond her words—he
was striving to find the motive power
for all her possible deeds.
“That HE was tp be arrested." cried
lhr- girl to the District Attorney. And
"he" meant the man she loved.
Another Confession.
"You frightened the girl you two
sensational gentlemen, with your talk
of murder and my arrest for it," said
Holbrook, with seeming probity.
"How did you get here?" asked the
father.
"With Father Shannon."
"What’s your interest In this. Fa
ther Shannon?" questioned the Chief,
with ready suspicion.
“I sympathised with the young
lady’s fears. I share her belief in
Captain Holbrook’s lnnocerwre.”
The church was militant now—
lighting for the maid and her gallant
defender.
Graham still centered all his sorrow
and dlstnay on the daughter whom he
felt was disgracing him, but he meas
ured disgrace by the pennyweight.
"I'm a sworn officer of the Govern
ment. For my daughter to betray se
crets heard In my house is as heinous
as my owru disloyalty would be.”
“I’m soriT, father—awfully sorry,”
said the girl, ineffectually.
"I can’t express my indignation—
my sense of outrage," exclaimed the
father—never guessing that he was
tilting at straw's.
“The girl loves him, sir," explained
the priest, gently.
"Bhe does not!”
"Yes—I love Him.**
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Once Upon a
Time
C -VJME, gather closer, children, dear,
and listen to these Christmas
tales I am about to relate.
Once Upon a Time There lived a little
girl who was never satisfied. She waited
a Whole Lot of things for Christmas,
and when she got out her stocking to
hang it up in front of the fireplace, she
was mad because she saw how small
it was.
"It will never hold all I want,” she
grumbled, “T wish I was a woman and
wore stockings big enough to hold
something.”
Then she remembered that she had
seen a pair of her grandmother’s stock
Ings in the closet and when no one
saw r her she got them out. and hung
them by the fireplace instead of her
own!
And w f hen Santa Claus came down the
chimney that night, children, dear, he
saw those stockings large and thick
and sensible, and thought they be
longed to an old lady! Ho he put in
them a pair of spectacles. knitting
needles, a night cap and a Bible!
And lots of us. children, dear, who
want a whole lot of things as we pass
through life, and are not satisfied with
what Is our share, are going to catch it
some day. Just as this litle girl did.
• * *
Once Upon a Time a little girl and
a little boy looked in a book ard saw
a picture of a kindly faced old man
He had red cheeks, a big Jolly stomach
and a long beard, and he carried a sack
on his shoulders filled with toys.
“’That Is Santa Claus," their mother
explained, and ever after that his pic
ture was looked upon with great love
They wrote letters lo him, they
talked of him, they dreamed of him
they wished he would come to their
house to live or that they could go to
live in his house where all the rooms
w’ere hung with sugar plums and filled
with toys.
"We don’t see.” they ipumblert to
their mother, "why oouldn t you have
let us stay In the hole In the tree where
you said you found us, and let flan t a
find us?“
But she only smiled tenderly at their
complaints, and at night when they lav
asleep dreaming of their imaginary
saint, a real saint, tired and worn, sat
up late dressing dolls and scheming
and planning means to buy them the
things they wanted. She denied her
self new clothes, and wore her old hat.
and Stood between their wishes and
their father’s complaints that he wasn’t
going to give a cent to this Christmas
tomfoolery, and on Christmas morning
was rewarded by their gratitude to an
imaginary Santa Claus and the cross
looks of her husband.
For it is not, children, dear, till you
have grown up and must be Santa Claus
to your owm children that you realize
what a pitiful experience Christmas
means to a mother.
Up-to-Date Jokes
A visitor one day mentioned to Vol
taire that he had recently spent some
time with Albrecht Von Haller, the
distinguished Swiss physiologist
"Ah.” said Voltaire, "he is a great
man, a great poet, a great naturalist,
a great philosopher -a man of wonder
ful accomplishments!”
"What you say. monsieur,” the vis
itor said, "Is all the more creditable to
you, inasmuch as Von Haller does not
do you the same justice ”
"Alar,” replied Voltaire, with a grim
smile. “Very likely we are both mis
taken.”
• • •
A Scottish farmer recently paid a vis
it to a South of England cattle show,
and while walking around got talking
with a native farmer. Neither could
well understand what the other said
The Scotsman got a little nettled at.
this, and put It down to the English
man’s stupidity.
“Man,” he said at last, “yer cows
moo a’ right, and yer cocks craw quite
plain, but I’m hanged if I can mak’
you oot.”
• • •
Visitor (sampling stout with evi
dent appreciation.)—Really, this is
splendid stuff. They say that It is
both meat and drink.
Workman (interrupting) — Shure.
an’ It’s rolght ye are, sor; an' if ye
take plenty av it it'll folnd ye lodg
ings, too.
YOG OWE IT TO HER.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am twenty and have been
keeping company with a girl one
year my Junior for the lawt three
years and would like to marry her
only for my parents’ objection,
which is on account of different
nationality I therefore ask you
mould it be right to marry the girl
or not? B A. B
A FTER monopolizing a glr! for
three years it is no less tha ,
dishonorable not to marry her if she
levee you.
But twervt# Is young for a man t
marry Walt at least till you are o;
HAVE FAfTH.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX*
I am eighteen, and deeply In
love with a man three years my
senior. I have been told by Jealous
boys that when I am absent he is
going with other girls. He writes
me nice letters, also takes me to
theatres, and he nays he loves me.
and doesn't go with any girls bu>
me WONDERING
U NL1BM a girl hna faith she chf
never know a happy love affa ■
If you cannot believe him see no m< ^
of him. Don’t enter into any re!
tionihip with any one and e*;,
good results if you are suspicious
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