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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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I he Christmas of Humble hoik
By LILIAN LA'UFERTY.
N AIL. Christina* of our century! What Is the gift you bring
Bread and meat for the child of want, or a throne for tin* son of u
king?
Joy for the halves of the downcast. Ho|»e for the daughters of sin?
If you are the Christmas of Humble Folk, the gates are wide Conic in
If you are the spirit that tights and strives if you are desire that grows.
If yon are the heart that loves and gives if you are the mind that knows.
If yon are the humble Heart of Low*. Who once in a manger lay
Why. then the world will bloom and flower that this is Christmas hay.
Rnt if you are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth.
If you are greed that coins your gifts from childhood’s j> — u health.
Or one who climbs on his brother’s want or takes tin* wage of sin
And sneers at the woman whose path he’ll blaze, you shall not enter in
Hall, Christmas of our century wlmt is the gift you bring 1 '
Hope for the year that follows fast the day of the Karthborn King?
Strength and love to help the band of woe and want and sin?
Then you are the Christmas of Humble Folk. The gates are w ide come in.
Miss Car side s Offering:
Wanted: A Girl ©
Copyright. : 1 • 1. International New*
Nell Brinkleys Christmas Picture
Out of the East :
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
Daysey Mayme 9 s Christmas
T HF3 customary I’hrlstnia* art ft for
Father is a dustless mop. and
his lack of sentiment excuses
the absence of white tissue paper and
red ribbon. If mother doesn't fare
better, she finds Christmas enough In
the joy of the children.
There was a vacuum cleaner for
J.ysander John Appleton, a check for
his wife, and everything for Davsev
Mayme and fhauneey Devere that
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
I tt ISH I could be the (laughter of
a President and have one of
them swell weddings in the
White House," said the Manicure
i^rdy. "Gee, wouldn't it be grand to
have all litem swell photographs tn
the papers, and all them nice things
written about you?"
"We waa married by a justice of
the peace." aatd the Head Barber.
“There wasn’t no photographer* there,
and I didn't see nothing nice about
u* In the papers, either, but we have
been .Just as happy as if the marriage
had been bigger than a circus "
"I suppose my marriage will lie
about the same." said the Manicure
l.ady, "and I ain't foolish enough In
the head to thihk that grand mi[-
riages means grand happiness, but
girls Is girls, and I guess all of us
likes to shine a little, even if our wed
ding day Is the only chance we get."
“I don't know how brides feels
about that," said the Head Barber,
"but 1 would hate to be a bridegroom
and have twenty newspaper kodaks
snapping my -Icture coming from
and going to the church -especially If
1 happened to he a short man. Noth-
trig looks *o short ft* ft newspaper
photograph of a short bridegroom
beating it along the street with a tall
bride. And the chance* are there ts
more short husbands than tall ones
If they ain't short before they marry,
they will be many a time afterward."
”1 dreamed once that I married Into
n royal family." said the Manicure
Ijidy. "I thought I was married to a
tall, sw ell looking prince, who thought
the world and all vf me. bill I dreamed
that hts folks c s kind of set against
the marriage. Maybe 1 didn't give
them a proper laying out—In my
dream. Tou know me, George, when
It comes to putting somebody on the
pan and telling them where to get off
Well, what 1 told that prince's old
folks was a classic In my dream.
And 1 dreamed that the prince drew
me closer to him and said: 'Remem
ber. all of you, she is m> wife. She Is
the girl I love more madly than 1 ever
thought a man could love. Go and
leave us in peace.’ Gee. he said it
grand and he looked • grand when he
said It — in my dream. And after he
had told them all to beRt it while their
shoes was soled. 1 woke up.
"t guess that's about the only way I
will ever break Into high society,
George when 1 am sleeping. Wilfrid
always tells me that I ought to he a
prince's bride, but I don't go much on
that poet junk he hands out. because
lie is all the time following up his
pretty speeches with a request for
fi\ e beans, and even if he is my broth
er 1 am sour on him on that money
proposition, so what he says about m\
fatal beauty ain't got much weight
with Qucenie, the manicure girl I am
too long in the league to get todt
Into camp with sugared words,
George."
"Well, 1 ain't looking for no cough,"
said the Head Barber, "and I will say
"The same as your brother—you are flt
to be a prince’s bride, but 1 hope it
will be some American prince, and not
one o f them slope-headed, down-and-
out members of some al family,
one of them fellows that has to he
watched closer than McGraw used t”
watch poor old Hugs Raymond. I
want you to marry a regular guy,
with all the money you both need
and with a real, honest love for a
real, honest girl."
Gee, George, said the Manicure
I^ady. "when you said them words you
looked jus* grand, like the prince in
my dream."
Educated.
Husband—you remember darling,
now, when I first married you, vou
could - ar.ely -ay bo., ai a goose?
•a. f *’—And r.<"w I oen.
they had sighed for in nix months
previous.
A boy’s gratitude 1m alw’kva us cold
as yesterday's buckwheat cakes, so
the parents expected nothing from
him and looked for a pushing out
burst from their daughter
In this they were disappointed, for
Daysey Mayme cast, aside the dia
mond solitaire from her father, the
furs from her mother, and the many
gifts from girl friends, first indiffer
ently. then feverishly, and then des
perately. It was the fourth time she
looked among her gifts that she found
the object of her search; a white-
bound hook called "Pearls of Dove,"
and marked 49 cents.
It was from him. and with a oi\
of joy she clasped It to her breast
From him! Oh, joy! Oh, Christmas!
Oh. rapture! It means so much tcfget
a gift from him!
Her mother saw. and* understood,
and smiled. Her father saw. and felt
abused. Hut Daysey Mayme did not i
know nor care, for, oh. ecstatic bliss, I
she had received a gift from her,
heart's delight!
Tabloid Tales
What. Mother, is meant by being
"temperamental ?”
Any woman. My Child, is tempera
mental whose mind Is so lightly bal
anced that it is never the same after
she has slept under a crazy quilt.
Why is It. Mother, that all worth
less men marry 0
Because, Child, worthless men al
ways have time to make love.
Why, Mother, does the woman spend
It Is a term used in fiction which,
in real life Is expressed by the word
"bossy.
Is there anything. Mother, a woman j
may do which a man can’t do°
There are two. My Child: No one
but a woman can look at a woman
without seeing her. and no one but a
woman can see a woman without
looking at her
What, Mother Mine, is meant by
“tho force of habit?"
I can tell you best, Kittle One. by
giving nil illustration if a man mar
ries a w oman who has taught school
a great many years, when the school
bells ring she will act up like the
horse at the tire department when the
fire whistle blows
What Mother, is meant b> the
Dear, Dead Past?
It is any period. My Child, that
antedates the esthetic time when
our maternal ancestors put a piece of
red flannel 1n the bowl of a coal-oil
lamp for pretty’s sake.
What, Mother, Is Conscience
Money?
It is something. Child, which news
papers tell about, but which no wife
ever seeN.
Why. Mother Dear, does everyone
make so light of those vvfio do a great
deal of visiting" Has hospitality be
come a lost art"
I am afraid it has. My Child. Of
recent years visiting has become like
gambling a sport in which everyone
claims to get the worst of it
Do you know, Mother, of any re
liable confidant in timo of trouble?
Just one, My Child: Your pillow.
And always take care to look under
the bed before you confide in that.
FRANCES I, GARS1DK.
Ungrateful Tom.
Mr. Blossom had been very ill. and by
the time he was able to get downstairs
again his hair had grown to a consid
erable length Then it was that Mrs.
R voluntered to cut it for him. and
Blossom, probably owing to bis weak
condition, consented to the experiment.
Then Blossom repented his rashness.
"Great Scott. Martha!" he yelled, as
Mrs. B .tabbed the point of her. scis
sors in Ills neck "What ihe dickens do
you think you’re doing?"
“Am I hurting you, dear"" murmured
Mrs B. "It’s only these corners be
hind the eats that bother me. Do keep
still." And then she sliced a bit off his
ear
"Thundering Jumbo " shouted B .
jumping about the room like a cat on
hot bricks. "Oh. no. I'm only doing
this for fun And he dashed up
stairs, and plunged his head In the bath.
"That’s the worst of Tom." sighed
Mrs. B , as she took up her knitting.
"He'* always «o ungrateful!"
T
HREF camels, soft shod, toiled from far alonfj a silent street.
Burdened with gifts of gold and myrrh and incense subtly sweet
Anil it was uight, and Time's great pulse had almost eeased to heat
The sky. all tender and adreani, was thickly sown with gold.
Save in the east, where one great star had wandered from the fold
Anil danced 11 s way along Ihe blue, new glories to unfold.
And in a wooden manger low. three wise men knelt in prayer
Before the tiny Presence who had come lo being there.
And out of darkness light had come to rid the world of care.
And gifts there were of gold and myrrh, and Incense subtly sweet ;
Gold for a mighty power, and incense for a hope that beat:
And mvrrh for pain and sorrow that the little King must meet.
s'
And down the ages comes to us the Christmas of to-day.
Its spirit gives us strength to bear, and power to hope and pray
To tie content with what we have if T.ove has come to stay.
And some of us have gifts of gold, out of the things that were,
And some of us have frankincense for hopes that faintly stir:
And some of us have only pain, wrapt In the gift of myrrh.
What Dorothy Dix Says:
Ten Rules of Life
T O be a human being first, and a
woman afterward.
To learn how to do sonje one
thing well enough to make a living by
It, so that I need never fear the hor-
lor of dependence
To regard love as the sugar on the
top of the cake of life, not the whole
substance.
To serve faithfully and well those
of my own household, but not to per
mit myself to become a slave to them.
To develop my sympathies in every
direction so that I may truly be a
little sister to all the world.
To continually reach out for fresh
interests in my life, so that if one
fails me I shall not be left bankrupt
of resources of happiness.
To work always and to realize that
it is as much of a shame for a worn
an to be a parasite as it is for a
man to be one.
To let no human being go from my
presence without giving him or her a
happier thought and a brighter out
look.
To 'bear in mind cohtinually that it
is just as important to Jay up af
fection for my old age as it is to lay
up money.
To keep my heart sweet and
young, purged of the bitterness and
the narrowness of old age, and so to
grow old gracefully and beautifully
Up-to-Date Jokes
Didn’t Waste More
D ear santa clals:
IT'S good form now. you know, to tell what yoh want Christ
mas—but it won't do any good to tell my second cousin this
want of mine, for she'll knit me a pair of slippers anyway, even if
she could make me a present of a sweetheart. But here and now
I join the ranks of the kids and come right out to you in black and
white ami ASK for what 1 want the worst of all. Just a GIRL—if
you please: if you have aa.v on hand with brown eyes and little
hands and feet and golden hair. And you'll know my house, because
it's very high above the pines, and there will be smoke curling out
of one chimney. The other will be good and cold with the fire put
out. I want a girl! - "BILLY.”
“P. S.—There is a sign at the end of a path that says: 'To Ye
lAtnely Young Man.' And the path will be swept off! "B.”
(Noveltrsd by)
(From the play by George Scar- j
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Sertai rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Her first actual confession of the
love she had boon showing so plainly
tluough all the tense moments in his
room came at last. Not in the sanc
tity of their own devotion—not alone
—not in the hope of the Joy and per-
ctlon of her lovb cam© Allne’s ac
knowledgment- but before the cold
machinery of the law With down
cast head—with averted eyes but
with the royal radiance of the truth
of her heart’s message. Aline spoke
her new found orbed.
"Yes l love him
"God bless you," said I'aptain Law
rence Holbrook, reverently Rut he
made no move to go ahd take tho
woman he loved in his arms—and sq
defv the world- this was no hour for
emotion -the brink of the grave was
> awning between Aline Graham and
her love
"And I blush for \ou," died her
father in cold displeasure. "I leave
Captain Holbrook to you and your
officers. Chief. Shannon* my daugh
ter will answer to me. Come. Aline!”
He seized the girl’s almost pulse
less wrist in his firm grasp—and so
leading her by the hand as if she
were a disobedient child who must be
taught discipline, Graham prepared to
take his errant daughter home.
"One moment, Mr. Graham,” spoke
Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant
with meaning. "I have an official
duty here. * * ’ * We both regard
Captain Holbrook as an accessory to
this murder. * * * We both be
lieved just now—that he was shelter
ing the principal ”
"Chief Dempster found it difficult
to go on—to express in words the
meaning he felt must be hatefully
evident to all.
"Well?” asked Graham impatiently.
"I see no reason to change that
opinion!” said Chief Robert Dempster.
"You mean?’’ cried Graham.
"Your daughter.”
Aline impulsively cried aloud. "Oh,
no—no " she screamed, as she tore
herself from her father's hold and
fled to the captain’s waiting arms.
She hid her head on his breast- and
for one second of sanctuary buried
from eyes and mind the torturing
hours that had passed the danger
that threatened. Then she faced
about and in deep emotion cried
again- "Oh. no— "
''Aline!" commanded her captain.
Silence was her only weapon now
"1 M i ST INSIST C PON YOI’R
| REVOKING CAPTAIN HOI,-
BR< M IK’S PAROl .1 tND 1 PON
THE ARREST OF HoTll HIM AND
MISS GRA1 \.M FOR THE MUR
DEK OF JL'DSON FLAGG!” aaid
Chief Dempster inexorably.
Aline slipped from the shelter of
Holbrook’s arms and came bravely
forward in,answer to the impulse for
self-sacrifice, however vain. that
urges woman to her fate.
"NOT HIM—NOT HIM ” $he
cried in a voice that threatened to
betray all.
"ALINE—I COMMAND YOU ’’
At the sound of her captain’s voice
the girl grew 1 silent.
In vague apprehension as to what
this authority could mean Graham
turned to the commander of his
daughter’s frail bark. •
"You dare ” he began.
Holbrook did not mark him at all.
He turned to Chief Dempster.
‘What an outrageous thing to do,”
he cried. "What grounds have you to
suspect this lady. Chief Dempster?"
At Bay.
"Their arrest." demanded the chief
of Graham.
"No. Robert.
Shannon.
"I see no evidence on which to ar
rest Aline." said her father.
"You’d see it if she was somebody
CHICHESTER S PILLS
. the IM& VOND BSAKD. a
else's daughter,” asserted Dempster,
stubbornly.
"Somebody else’s daughter wouldn’t
have overheard you and me in my
library. * * * That explanation of
her coming here would be lack
ing "
"So would their mutual interest,
which Is a subject of general com
ment. I have been tricked once to
night—it won’t work again. She'll
have to go. Mr. Graham."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
"Miss Brown told me that you paid
her such a charming compliment the
other evening,’’ said Mrs. Coddington to
her husband, ‘‘something about her be
ing pretty. The poor girl was so
pleased. I don’t see how you men can
b« so untruthful."
"I should think you'd know .by this
time that I’m never untruthful," said
Mr. Coddington, reproachfully. "I said
she was just as pretty as she could
be, and so she was."
* * *
The lawyer was drawing up old Fur
row's will.
“I hereby bequeath all my property to
my wife," dictated the son of the soil.
“Got that?"
"Yes," answered the lawyer.
"On condition that she marries again
within a year."
The legal light sat back, puzzled.
"But why?" he asked.
The aged farmer smiled.
"Because." was the reply, "I want
somebody to be sorry I died!"
* * *
Old Fraud—And after floating about
on the spar for three whole dajs. I was
finally washed ashore, sir.
Gent (unimpressed)—Ah. and it
wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore
again, either.
* • *
"Have you a piece of cake, lady, to :
give a poor man who haan't had a bite '
for two days?" was the unusual re
quest made by a disreputable-looking
tramp.
"Cake?" said the woman, in sur
prise. “Tsn’t bread good enough for
you? ’ She looked at him coldly, but
he did not flinch.
"Ordinarily, yes ma'am; but this is
my birthday!" explained the tramp. ✓
* * * I
During a football match in the North
a spectator persisted in making loud
remarks about the conduct of the ref
eree. At last the official went up to
him and said:
"Look here, my man. I’ve been watch
ing you for about the last fifteen min
utes!"
"Ah thowt so." came the scathing
reply—"Ah thowt so! Ah knew' varry
weel tha wasn’t watching t’ game!"
J "Young man," said the earnest em
ployer, "you should remember that every
]hour is composed of 60 golden minutes,
each set with 60 shining seconds."
"That, sir," courteously responded the
young man, "was the motto on the wall
of the little red schoolhouse which I at
tended."
"Ah, just so. And I trust that you
always bear in mind the wastefulness
of idling away your time."
"I try to, sir."
"That is right. Remember that in
some lazy moment a wondrous opportu
nlty may come your way. Jf you fall to
see it and to seize it, the whole course
of your future may be altered
"Yes, sir."
"And, therefore. I would urge upon
you never to waste your time in foolish
amusements, in loafing, in dreaming of
the unattainable, or in listening to-—"
"In listening to idle talk, sir?" polite
ly suggested the youth.
"Exactly. And. as you hare idled fiv*
minutes at present, the cashier will b c
Instructed to deduct the proper amoun’
from your envelope. Let this lesson
sink in, my young friend, and in time
to come you will realize that "
But the earnest young man had gone
murmuring to himself that, while goo<i
advice was an excellent thing, he really
wished to £hve the remainder of his
daily wage.
Puzzled.
"The thirst for knowledge reveals
many things, amusing as well as other
wise," remarked an eminent author,
"and as an illustration I will tell you a
little story about an office boy em
ployed by a friend of mine.
"I noticed one day that the boy was
reading a volume of Shakespeare, and
his expression denoted great interest
and happiness. I was surprised to find
a boy of his age so engrossed Jn Shake
speare.
"Going over to him, I asked him if he
liked the book.
" ’Oh, yes, sir.’ he replied. ‘It’s great.
Did you ever read it. sir?’
" ‘D’yer know- what he talks about,
sir?’ he asked.
‘VWhy, yes, my boy, I think I do.
Why?’
" Then maybe you can help me.’
" ‘What is it?’ I asked.
" *Well, sir,’ he said, 'I want to know
which was the man, Romeo or Juliet?' ”
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