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MERRY CHRISTMAS! •A 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?' ” Never Sold in Bulk. Maxicell House Blend Coffee is never sold in bulk, but always comes in sealed tin cans. It i« packed whole, ground and pulverized to meet all requirements and is equally weU adapted for use in urns, percolators, plain or drip pots. roar frocar for it. Cbeek-Neal Coffee Co., H»ib»il!e, H»ustoa, JackaMviHr interposed Father • war- no ot»*r Httr «r rnnr w As« for CU I-CPtfrH.Tp R Vi 4 \ I) PllSS fcrtT > ear?, k no* n as Pest. Safest. Always ReUabh SOLD BY DRUGGISTS FVFmwic Ask rowrdrugrist for It. If ho c*nnot sup ply the MARVgL, ■crept ne other. b«t eeed stamp for book BkiLLiU&L 1.1,