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I - An Opportunity ToMake Money BM» •# 'dim mud re yen tree ability, aJproW, witKJa- ■ fiat al ne«WL om! prim ofarad of Mag T». <>U»* mu ffoa ch or kUm. RANDOLPH a CO. v Pataat Attorneys, 6M tt T' Street, N. p§§& witniKCTBj, m. e. \3B^9 ^t MERRY CHRISTMAS! *fc The Christmas of Humble Folk By LILIAN LAUFERTY. H AIL. Christina* of onr century I What Is the sift you bring-— Bread and meat {or the child of want, or a throne for the son of a king? •Toy for Iho babes of the downcast. Hope for the daughter^ of aln'' If you are the Christmas of Humble Folk, the gates are wide—Come In I If you are the spirit that fights and strives—if you are desire that grows, If you are the heart that loves and gives if you are tiie mind that knows. If yon are the hdmble Heart of Love. Who once in a manger lay— Why, then ihe world will hloom and flower that this is Christmas Day. Bnt if you are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth. If you are greed that coins your gifts from childhood's In— on health, Or one who climbs on his brother's want, or takes the wage of sin And sneers at the woman whose path lie'll blaze, you shall not enter in. Hail. Christmas of our century—what is the gift you bring? Hope for fhe year that follows fast Ihe day of the Earthborn King? Strength and lore to help the band of woe and want and sin? Then you are the Chrislmas of Humble Folk. The gates are wide -come in. Miss Garsidc's Offering: Daysey Mayme 9 s ( hristmas T HTDcustomary Christmas gift for Father is a dustless mop, and his lack of sentiment excuses the absence of white tissue paper and Md ribbon. If mother doesn’t fare better, ehe finds Christmas enough in the ,1o>' of the children. There was a vacuum cleaner for I.ysander John Appleton, a check for his wife, and everything for Daysey Alayme and Chauncey Devera that The Manicure By WILLIAM F. KIRI ■T’ • WISH 1 could be the daughter of President and have one of them swell wedding* in the White House,” said the Manicure Lady. “Gee, 1 be grand to have all them f*we». photographs in the papers, and all them nice things written about you?” “We was married by a Justice of the peace,” eaid the Head Barber. “There wasn’t no photographer* there, and I didn’t eee nothing nice abont ue in tho papers, either, but we have been just as happy as If the marriage had been bigger than a circus.” “I suppose my marriage will be about the same.” said the Manicure Lady, “and I ain’t foolish enough in the head to think that grand mar riages means grand happiness, but girls is girls, and I guess all of us ]!ke* to shine a little, even if our wed ding day is the only chance we get.” “1 don’t know how brides feels they had sighed for in six months previous. A boy’s gratitude is always as cold as yesterday’s buckwheat cakes, so the parents expected nothing from him and looked for a gushing out burst from their daughter. In this they were disappointed, for Daysey May me 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 tier search; a white- bound book called “Pearls of Love,” and marked 49 cents. It was from him, and with a cry of Joy she clasped it to her breast Prom him! Oh, Joy! Oh, Christmas! Oh, rapture! It means so much to get a gift from him! Her mother saw. and understood, and smiled. Her father saw, and felt abused. But Daysey Mayme did not know nor care, for, oh, ecstatic bliss, .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 1» so lightly bal anced that It is never the same after she has slept under a crazy quilt. Why 1s It. Mother, thi^t all worth less men marry? Because, Child, worthless men al- way* have time to make love. about that,” said the Head Barber, "but I would hate to he a bridegroom and have twenty newspaper kodaks snapping my 'icture coming from and going to the church—especially 1f I happened to be a short man. Noth ing looks no short as a newspaper photograph of a short bridegroom beating It along the street with a tall bride. And the chances are there !» more short husbands than tall ones. It they ain’t short before they marry, they will be many a time afterward.” ”1 dreamed once that I married into a royal family,” said the Manicure Lady. *1 thought I vas married to a tall, swell looking prince, who thought the world and all of me, but I dreamed that his folks \ s kind of set again*: fhe marriage. Maybe 1 didn’t give them a proper laying out—in my dream You know me. George, when it comes to putting somebody on the pstn and telling them where to get off eWell. w'hat I told that prime's old folks was a classic—in my dream. And I 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 pea< e.' Gee. he said it grand and he looked grand when he aaid it—in my dream. And after he had told them all to beat it while the r shoes was soled. 1 woke up. “1 guess that's about the only way I will ever break iuto high society. George when I am sleeping. W ilfred always tells me that I ought to be h prince’s bride., but I don't go much on that poet junk he hands out. because he is all the time following up his pretty speeches with a request for five bean> and even if he is my broth er I am sour on him on that money proposition, so what he says about m> fatal beauty ain't got much weight with Queenie, ihe manicure girl. I am too long in the league to get to >k into tamp with sugared words, xjre orge ” “Well, I ain’r ’coking for no cough.” said the Head Barber. * and 1 w ill t- the spine as your brother—you are fit t<» be a prince's bride, but 1 hope it will be some American prim e. and mv one of them slope-headed, down-and- out members of some royal fam! \ one of them fellows iliat has to be watched closer than McGraw used to watch poor old Bugs Raymond. 1 want you to marry a regular guy, with all the money you both n^ec and with a real, honest love for a real, honest girl.” “Gee?. George, said the Manieur- Lady, “w hen you said th«*m words you looked just grand, like the prince n Why, Mother, doesi the woman spend It is n term used In fiction which in real life in expressed by the word “bossy.” Is there anything, Mother, a woman 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. W hat. Mother Mine, is meant by "the force of habit?” I can tell you best, Little One. by giving an illustration: If a man mar ries a woman who has taught school a great many years, when the school bells ring she will act up like the horse at the fire department when the firs whistle blows What, Mother, is meant bv the Dear, Dead Past? It is any period. My Child, that antedates the esthetic lime when our maternal ancestors put a piece of red flannel in 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 sees. my dream M by. Mother Dea? - . does everyone make so light of those \j ho do a great deal of visiting? Has hospitality be come a lost art ? I am arraifi It tins. Mv Child. Ol recent years visiting lias'become like gambling a sport in which everyone claims to get the worst of it. Wanted: A Girl # Copyright, 1913, International News Service. Nell Brinkley’s Christmas Picture D ear santa claus: IT'S good form now, you know, to tell what you want Christ mas -but it won't do any good to tell my seeotid 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 and ASK for what 1 want the worst of all. Jusl a GIRL—if you please; if you have any 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. 1 want a girl! . "BILLY.” "P. S.—There is a sign at the end of a path that says: 'To Ye Lonely Young Man.' And the path will be swept off! “B.” AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Nevellred hy> Do you know. Mother, of any re liable confidant In tiino of trouble'.' Just one, Mv Child: Your pillow And always take care to look imJe the bed before you confide in that. FRANCKS ). GARSIDK Ungrateful Tom. Mr Blossom lia-d been very 111, and by tlie time he was able to get downstairs again his hair had grown to a consid erable length. Then it was that Mr* B voluntered to rut it fur him. and Blossom. probably owing to his weak condition, consented to the experiment. Then Blossom repented his rashness. “Great Scott, Martha" he yelled, as Mrs. B. Jabbed the point of her scis sors 4 n his i eok "What the dickens do you think you're doing "Am 1 hurting you. dear'.'" murmured Mrs B. "Its only these corners be hind ihe ears that bother me. Do keep still ’ And then she sliced a bit off his (From tin* play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thlrty-nmth Street Theater, New ) ork. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO DAY’S INSTALLM KNT. Her first actual confession of the It vo she had been showing so plainly thn-ugh all the tense moments in his room came ut last. Not in the sanc tity of their own devotion—not alone —not in the hope of the Joy and per- j faction of her love came Aline s ac knowledgment--but before the cold machinery of the law. With down- least head-—with averted eves but with the royal radiance of the truth of her heart’s message, Aline spoke her new-found creed. "Yes—I love him.” “God bless you,” sail Educated. rook, nove loved >rh: Wife--And row I can! ter will answer to me. Come, Aline!” Tie seized the girl's almost pulse less wrist in his firm grasp—and so leading her by the hand as if she wei. i disobedient child w ho must be taught discipline. Graham prepared to lake 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 m> ” she screamed, as she tore herself from her father’s hold and tied 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 I hours that had passed—the danger that threatened. Then aim faced ! about and in deep emotion cried I again -“Oh, no “ Aline!” commanded her captain. Silence was her «*n!\ weapon now. • ! MUST INSIST l PON YOUR RM\’< ‘KING CAPTAIN H (‘ L- tiROOK'S I \ROLfc AND i PON T.IK A KI IK ST UP BOTH HIM AM) I MISS Gl AilA.M Foil THK Ml’!: I L»EK OF .ill >fc$U.\ FLAGG!" Chief Dempster inexorably. j Aline slipped from the. shelter of j Holbrook's arms and came bravely i forward in answer to the impulse for ■ self-s;icri flee, however vain. that urges woman to her fate. “NOT HIM-e-NOT HIM she | cried in a voice that threatened to betray all. “ALINK l COMMAND YOU ” At the sound of her captain’s voice the girl grew 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. "\\ hat grounds have you to aspect this lady, Chief Dempster?” 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. At Bay. I “Their arrest,” demanded.the chief! of Graham. "No, Robert,” interposed Father ! Shannon. ”f see no evidence on which to ar- ' rest Alice.” said her father. “You’d see it If she was somebody GET A KODAK FOR XMAS SS te Vo5 Br«wnlet $1 \» S‘ 2 Send tor lomplet* atalefl t»-da> SPfCVAL ENLARQ- ING OFFER—S'.xS'i. »*unt*d. fr»m any kodak negative, 30r A K. HAWKES C0. A ‘«%T A Out of the East : By CONSTANCE CLARKE. HREE camels, soft shod, toiled from far along a silent street, Burdened with gifts of gold and myrrh and incense subtly sweet. And it was night, and Time's great pulse had almost ceased to beat. The sky, all tender and a dream, was thickly sown with gold. Save in the east, where one great star had wandered from the fold And danced its way along the blue, new glories to unfold. And in a wooden manger low, three wise men knelt in prayer Before the tiny Presence who had come to 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 myrrh for pain and sorrow that the little King must meet 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 be content with what we have if LoTe has come to stay. And some of ns have gifts of gold, out of the things that were, And some of us hare 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 some one thing well enough to make a living by it, so that I need never fear the hor ror of dependehce. To regard love as the sugar on the ,op 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 wom 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 continually that it is just as important to lay up af fection for my old age as it is to lay up money. To keep my heart sw-eet and young, purged of the bitterness and the narrowness of old age, and so to grow old gracefully and beautifully. Up-to-Date Jokes "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 days, 1 was finally washed ashore, sir. Gent (unimpressed)—Ah. and it wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore again, either. Didn’t Waste More | “Young man,” said the earnest em ployer, "you should remember that every jhour is composed of 60 golden minutes, leach set with 60 shining seconds.” “That, sir,” courteously responded the young man, “was the motto on the wail 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 nity may come your way. If you fail 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- ” 1 ”In listening to idle talk, sir?" polite- 'ly suggested the youth. “Exactly. And, as you have Idled five minutes at present, the cashier will he (instructed to deduct the proper amount ' 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, niurmuring to himself that, while good [advice was am excellent thing, he really 1 wished to save the remainder of his daily wage. “Have you a piece of cake. lady, to give a poor man who hasn'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. "Isn’t bread good enough for you?” She looked at him coldly, but he did not flinch. "Ordinarily, yes ma’am; but this is I my birthday:” explained the tramp. 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!” 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 bov was reading a volume of Shakespeare. aTid his expression denoted great interes and happiness. I was surprised to find a boy of his age so engrossed in Shake speare. “Going over to him, I aske'd him if he liked the book. " ‘Oh, yes, sir,’ he replied, 'ft’s great. Did you ever read It. sir?’ " VD’yer know what he talks about, sir .” he asked. " 'Why, yes, my boy, I think I dr. 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. Maxwell Mouse Blend Coffee is never boM in bulk, but always comes in sealed tin cans. It is packed whole, jgrorwd and pulverized to meet all requirements aod is equally wed adapted for use in urns, peroototorp. plain or drip pots. x Wt xawr rwwcer fmeit. Cheek-Heel Coike Co.. NuWille, Every Woman is interested and ajjoold know abont the wonderful CHICHESTER S PILLS TIIK diamuMI BRAND. a Marrel Douche !^«r: •* f . ( ''fi , i.rifrs.Triis DIAMOND HRlNh I’ll I N r,v ff, SOLD B! DRLfifilSTSFVFRYUWfe-; i “* n *‘ 44 £ ’ 41 • A«k rcmrdr*inf(stf©T it. If he cam-o? aun- .. . --. — f ply fh- MARVE , no other, h•.?? «nd rr.r> for book