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The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints
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The Real
Saint
L IFE is on© long story sf Inju*
tic* to woman. She Is dlscred* I
ited for ©very failure, and Man
1* credited with her ©very success
Th© llttl© homage that has been j
don© to h©r haa always had Its llttl# j
lok© tied to It as big as the tin can j
tied to a country dor's tall.
Man flattered har by maul nr her a j
symbol of Justtc©. Then he tied a j
bandar© over her ©yea to discredit
Judgments. He mad© her th# j
symbol of Liberty, hoptnr th© com
pliment would soothe h©r into forget
fulneea of his refusal to tel her vote.
He mad© her the symbol of Patience,
because that is a virtue of which he
la willing to let her have a monopoly
8h« Invented lx>ve, he stole th|
Idea and made a boy child l,ov«’s rep
resentatlre. She Invented Christmas,
and he mad© an inane-looking n >n.
too old to hold any other political
Job, the Christ maa saint.
It ta tlms, Children Dear. In these
days when ©very woman is demand
Ing her rights and tearing the veil
ef hypocrisy off the fare of man. that
you should know the truth
^hs saint who floats through your
ants-Christmaa dreams, dropping
frem a reindeer chariot bags of
goodies and toys is a man, Is he not?
—with a long, white beard and
highly colored cheek*? Then wake
up' For while you dream there alta
near your bed, unappreciated, un
sung and undreamt, the real Ohrlst-
maa saint. Your Mother!
HER THEEKfi P41.E.
Her cheek© are pale, through much {
midnight preparation of your Christ
mas glfta; her ©yes are not merry, as
were the eyes of the man of >v>ur
dreams; they are tender and loving,
and perhaps a little wistful, because
your wants are ao many and her re
sources so Inadequate. Hut, no mat
ter how little ah© haa, there la always
something for the children at Christ
mas; and though every gift repre
sents self-denial, she never* tells of
the sacrifice, nor complains when the
credit la given to the imaginary old
man with th© lazy-fat stomach aud
the long, white heard.
There Is always Christmas where
there is a Mother. It la not a cele
bration that depends upon environ
ment embracing a toy shop near a ten
cent store. It depends solely upon
the existence of a Mother.
In the days of the pioneer, when
the nearest toy shop was hundreds of
miles away, there was alwa) s Christ
mas If there was a Mother. A string
of beads, won by a little cajolery or
trade with the Indians, a cooksy man,
a bright red apple, a beanbag. or a
hjme-knit mittan. saved the stocking
by the fire from the tragic droop of
emptiness, and strings of bright-
colored corn, with Winter bouquets of
dried grasses and wild berries, gave
the house the look of Christmas cheer.
Thar© Is always Christmas where
there 1© a Mother. It la an event
that depends not on any man. If it
w-ers left to man to dress the Christ
mas dolls th© fig-leaf fashion would
see a glorious revival, and after two
©r three years of worry the word
"Christmas would pass away to And
a resting spot tn Hie cemetery of
dead languages
CRY OF TH B WOLK,
If it were loft to man. the faint,
cry of the wolf at the front gate
would scare Christmas Day off the
calendar. With a Mother in the
home, there la some sort of a Christ-
maa though the wolf Is scratching at
the door.
True, Children Dear. Father will
claim the credit because he worked
to earn money to give Mother, but no
Father works as hard to earn money
to give Mother as Mother has to
work to get it from Father.
Hhe stands between your cries for
more and bis demands that there be
less She is the middleman who
stands between tb© producer and the
consumer, and her only profits at
your smiles Christmas morning.
And your praise and gratitude fc
the alleged Christmas saint!
—FRAXCEB L. GARB1DE.
7 he Gold Witch .* at ^ Being the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress^ <£ By STELLA FLORES
Fairvceather Frienda
Copyright, 1313. International News Servlcs.
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Henry EUonsky 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
and feet tied, towing a boat in which
were seven men The total weight u f
the boat and its occupants was
pounds The swimmer was threa
hours and ten minutes in th«- water.
Five years ago a bachelors’ dub
was founded In Severance. Colo., with
twenty members, but the club has
Just been disbanded owing to the fan
that all the members are. t r are about
to be. married, and. according to the
rules, are no longer eligible for mem
bership.
Princess Mary, in accordance with
a promise made to her some tint**
back by the Duchess of Fife, secured
the last maiden signature of her royal
highness—excepting the signature in
the marr age register The Duchess
signed the Princess’ autograph al
burn at Buckingham alace on th-'
afternoon befon the wedding. A ladv
who is a noted autograph hunter had
offered the Duchess $500, to be paid
to any charity her royal highn* ss
might name for her last maiden sig
nature.
A clever American has invented an
electric motor roller skate. It is actu
ated by a motor at the back of the
skate, but it has the drawback that
the skater must carry in his hands or
on his back a na r of rather he ivy
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EFORE 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
alone stands aloof.
SNAP- J
s SHOTS
'HEN the will is read, all but 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 differetlt 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.
A. 1 BAY ^ Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Advice to the
Lovelorn
Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX
(Novelized by>
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| alone- against her father—If that need
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-
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
ho 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
Ihe name 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 she acts—or is in love
-—and not necessarily with another
man. For In the hands of the woman
who knows how* to use it, frankness
is as dangerous a weapon a» eo
qustry.
SOM K M A RKIA U ES
—are like treaties between oountrles
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 Jove remain to keep the
peace’ Oh. no! The two foreign
creature© 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 wart
are made with much elegance and
leisure and repented with very in
elegant haste.
—float across
vinegary reac
sugar
th<
honey moon
i from tou
— make a spinster long to see the oh
year out at a suffragette meeting. In
stead of causing her to be Jealous of
the young wife who Is blissfully cer
tain of the longed fur sure-thing
date for New Year* Eve
—are like an echo of Thanksgiving
and a forerunner of Christmas—all
peace on eartn and good will to man
md woman And. after all. those are
j the only real marriages in a world
| that seems *o ack putt Hi' to tell real
Jewels front paste.
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, Now York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAT'S INSTALLMENT.
Anil Captain Holbrook smiled—which
was quito 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.
It.* smiled in appreciation of Larry’s
elaborated stage setting, and well-con-
efljved histrionics.
“You think so'."' returned the Cap
tain reproachfully
* You're not only accessory after the
fact, t'aptain Holbrook, but the woman
who killed JudsoT! Flagg is hidden in
this apartment.” and as he made his
dcgtfmttion a smile broadened the firm
lips 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 Alines 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 Dempsteri 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
rase Captain Holbrook # i Graham,
sternly.
Captain Holbrook measured this man
the District Attorney of the United
States He wondered if 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 Virgin!us. who
had slain his young Virginia at the
threat of dishonor- and he asked him
self what would the District Attorney
of the Fnited States do if he knew
that his daughter measured up to the
standards of those who must be con
sidered guilty 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 fight
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 be
“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 his position on his
hearthstone and stepped between the
oncoming host and the door he must
not surrender.
“One minute,” said he quietly. "By
wlmt authority?”
“Mine,” said Graham, rushing to his
doom.
Holbrook bit his lips at the grim
irony of it all.
"Your warrant?” demanded the Cap
tain. with a forlorn hope.
"1 am the warrant." said Graham.
Holbrook half closed his keen gray
eyes as if to get a fore-shortened view
of this most amusing picture. Then he
opened them wide in amazement, and
placed himself a human barricade—be
fore the citadel of safety where Aline
cowered.
Again the captain essayed the heredi-
ta*r light tone of the sons of Erin.
"Louis Fourteenth said. T am ihe*
State.’ That misleads you. In America
-even a district attorney must conform
to the laws. Mr. Graham."
"1 mean to get info that room.” said
Chief Dempster. It was quite evident
that he did mean to do Just what he
said.
Could 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.
"1 AM stoppln’ you.” explained Larry
patiently.
The chief smiled in grim amusement.
“Do you think you can stop both of
\;s "
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 Fnited States. A steel voice an
swered him—and steel eyes glinted at
him while taut muscles rippled and
hardened to steel, too, and Larry Hol
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 VOF know it.” was his
stern declaration.
"We didn’t come here lor any rough
Holbrook
“Thank, you.” interrupted
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-
gun ”
“Yes, sir,” floated back his answer.
In that moment Lawrence HoibroOk
tasted the grim salt flavor of possible
failure. But he still meant to find a
way—though what that way was to be
he himself scarcely knew—but in the
back of bis mind a plan was formulat
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 ”
And then he opened the door and
called: "Aline, my dear—a moment.
. . . 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 tiie 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!
H»s 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. “Aline!
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
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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 to be arrested.” cried
the 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 sympathized with the young
lady’s fears. I shar^ her belief in
Captain Holbrook’s innocence."
The church was militant now—
fighting for the maid and her gallant
defender.
Graham still centered all his sorrow
and dismay 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 own disloyalty would be.”
"I'm sorry, father—awfully sorry,”
said the girl, ineffectually.
"I can’t express my indignation—
my sense of outrage.” exclaimed the
fall er—never guessing that he was
tilting at straws.
"The girl loves him, sir,” explained
the priest, gently.
"She does not!"
"Yes—I love him.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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YOU OWE IT TO HER.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and have been
keeping company with a grirl one
year my junior for the last three
year© and would like to marry her
only for my ^parents’ objection,
which i« on account of different
nationality. I therefore ask you
w'ould it be right to marry the girl
or not? B. A. B.
A F
Once Upon a
Time
f^UME. gather closer, children, dear,
and listen to these Christmas
tales I am about to relate.
Once Upon a Time There lived a little
trirl who was never satisfied. She waited
Whole Lot of thlngH 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 w-ant,” she
grumbled. "I 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 her she got them out, and hung
them by the fireplace instead of her
own!
And when 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! So 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 Title girl did
* # *
Once Upon a Time a little girl and
a little boy looked in a book and saw
picture of a kindly faced old man
He had red cheeks, a big jolly stomach
;ind 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 to 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
were hung with sugar plums and filled
with toys.
“We don't see,” they grumbled to
their mother, “why couldn’t you have
let us stay in the hole in the tree where
you said you found us. and let Santa
find us?”
But she only smiled tenderly at their
complaints, and at night when they lay
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 he Santa Claus
to your own children that you realize
what a pitiful experience Christmas
means to a mother.
A visitor one day mentioned to Vol-
aire that he had recently spent acme
time with Albrecht Von Haller, the
distinguished Swiss physiologist.
“Ah,” said Voltaire, “he is a great
man. a groat poet, a great naturalist,
a great philosopher—a man of wonder
fill 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.”
“Alas,” 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 w’alklng 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, hut. 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 roight ye are, sor; an’ if y®
take plenty av it it’ll foind ye lodg
ings, too.
FTER monopolizing a girl for
three years it is no less than
dishonorable not to marry her if she
loves you.
But twenty is young for a man t«
marry. Wait at least till you are o
age.
HAVE FAITH.
J)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am eighteen, and deeply in
love with a man three years m>
senior. 1 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 says he loves me,
and doesn’t go with any girls bur
me. WONDERING
U NLESS a girl has faith she ca
never know a happy love affa
If you cannot believe him see no mot
or him. Don’t enter into any rC
tionship with any one and e.vp«
good results if you are suspicious
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