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.jt MERRY CHRISTMAS! Jt The Christmas of Humble l oik By LILIAN LAUFERTY H ATL, Christmas of our century! What Is the gift you bring— Broad and moat for the child of want, or n throne for the son of a king? Joy for the babes of the downcast., Hope for the daughters of sin? If you are the Christmas of Humble hoik, the gates are wide Come lu 1 If you are the spirit that tights and strives if you are desire that grows, If you are tho heart that loves anil gives if you are the mind that knows, If you are the humble Heart of I,ove. Who once in a manger lay Why, then the world will bloom and flower that this is Chrlstmus Day? But If you are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth. If yon are greed that coins your gifts from childhood's I — “ii health. Or one who climbs on his brother's want, or takos the w age of sin— And sneers at the woman whose path he'll blaze, you shall nor enter in. Hail, Christmas of our century—what, is the gift you bring? Hope for the year that follows fast tho day of the Ehrthhorn 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 wide - come in. Miss Gar side's Offering: Daysey Mayme’s ( hnstmas T HE customary Christmas gift for Father is a dustless mop, and his lack of arntiment excuses he absence of white tissue paper and •ed ribbon. If mother doesn't fare >etter, she finds Christmas enough In he Joy of the children. There was a vacuum cleaner for •yaander John Appleton, a check for rfs wife, and everything for Daysey day-ms and Chauncey Devere that By WILLIAM F. KIM k | WISH I could be the daughter of I a President and have one of them swell weddings In the 'hite House,” said the Manicure ady. “Gee, wouldn’t It be grand to a.ve all them swell photographs In ie papers, and all them nice things rltten about you?” “Wo was married by a Justice of le peace,” aald the Head Barber, rhere wasn’t no photographer* there, id I didn’t eee nothing nl<;e about i In tiro papers, either, but we have *en Jurt aa happy ae if the marriage id been bigger than a ctrcua.” “I suptfoae my marriage will be >out the same,” aald the Manicure ady, “and I ain't foolish enough In lo head to think that grand mar- ages means gTand happiness, bat rls Is girls, and I guese all of us kes to shine a little, even If our wed- ng day Is the only chance we get.” “1 don’t know how brides feels K>ut that.” said the Head Barber, >ut I would hate to be a bridegroom nd have twenty newspaper kodaks lapping ray Mcture coming from nd going to the church—esrpec!ally if happened to be a short man. Noth in looks eo short as a newspaper hotograph of a short bridegroom sating It along the street with a tall ride. And the chances are there Is tore ahort husbands than tall ones. 1 they ain’t short before they marry, ttv will be many a time afterward.” "I dreamed once that I married into royal family,” said the Manicure edy. ”1 thought I raa married to a ill, swell looking prince, who thought l© world and all < f me. but I dreamed nat his folk© \ a kind of set against tie marriage. Maybe 1 didn’t give hem a proper laying out—In my ream You know me, George, when : cornet to putting somebody on the an and telling them where to get off V r ell, what I told that prince’s old oiks was a classic In my dream. ,nd I dreamed that the prince drew le closer to him and said: 'Remem- er. all of you, she ie my wife. She is he girl I love more madly than I ever hought a man could love. Go and ?ave us In peace.’ Gee. he said it i8nd and he looked grand when he aid it—in my dream And after he ad told them all to beat it while the r hoes was soled, 1 woke up •1 gues3 that’s about the only way I dll ever break into high society, ;eorge—when 1 am sleeping. Wilfrt d ways tells me that I ought to he i rince s bride., but I don't go much on hat poet junk he hands out, because ,e is ell the time following up his retty speeches with a request for ve beans, and even if he is my broth- r I am sour on him on that money iroposition. so what lie says about my -laI beauty ain’t got much weight dth Queenie, lie manicure girl 1 am oo long in the league to get to ik uto < amp with sugared words, Jeorge.” "Well, T ain't looking for no cough.'’ aid the Head Barber, “and 1 will su" he same as your brother—you are fit o be a prince’s bride, but I hope it s ill be some American prince, and not *ne of them slope-headed, down-and- »ut members of some royal family, me of them fellows that has to matched closer than McGraw used to .vatch poor, old Bugs Raymond. I a ant you to marrv a regular guy, vith all the money you both need. %nd with a real, hoyest love for a real, honest girl." they fiad 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 Mayme cast aside the dia- j mond solitaire from her father, the, furs from her mother, and the many j gifts from girl friends, first lndilTer- 'ently, then feverishly, and then des- j perately. It was the fourth time she looked among her gifts that she found j the object of her 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. From 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 is so lightly bal anced that It Is never the same after she has slept under ti^razy quilt. Why Is It. Mother, that all worth less men marry? Because, child, worthless men al ways have time to make love. Why, Mother, does the woman spend It Is « term used in fiction which j in real life is expressed by the word i "bossy.” Is there anything, Mother, a woman may do which a man can’t do? There are twe, 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, la 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 i bells ring she will act up like the ; horse at the fire department when the \ Are whistle blows Wanted: A Girl •£5; & Copyright, IP!3, International News Service. •§s Nell Brinkley’s Christmas Picture t be What, Mother. Is meant hv Dear, I),art Faat? it is any period, My Child, that antedates the esthetic time when our maternal ancestors put n piece of red flannel In the bowl of a eoal-oil lamp, for pretty's sake. ( on*, lenee id >. "when you «a eri lust grand, ords What. Mother, ts .Money? it Is somethin*. Child, which news papers tell about, hut which no wife ever sees " h.v. Mother Dear, does everyone make so li*ht of those who do a *reat deal of vtailing? Has hospitality be come a lost art ? I am afraid it has. Mv Child. Of recent y ears visltin* has'become like gambling—-a sport In which evervone claims to get the worst of It Do you know. Mother, of anv re liable confidant In time of trouble ' Just one. My Child: Your pillow And always take care to look unde: the bed before you confide In that. FRAXCB8 I* GAHSini: Ungrateful Torn Mi Blossom bad been very 111. ai.d by j j it.e time he was able to get downstairs i ] again bis hair had grown to a eon,Id- j j eiable length. Then it was that Mrs. | j B voluntered to cut it Tor him, and Blossom, probably owing to his weak condition. . onsented to the experiment. Then Blossom repented his rashness. 'Great Scott. Martha!" he yelled, as Mrs B. Jabbed the point of her scis sors In his neck. "What the dickens do you think y ou're doing?" “Am I hurting you. dear?" murmured Mrs B "It’s only these corners be hind the cars that bother me. Do keep Still." And then she sliced a bit off his u D ear santa claus: IT'S good form now. you know, to tell what you want Christ mas—blit it won't do any good to tell my second cousin this want of mine, for she'll krtit 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 wiiite and ASK for what 1 want the worst of all. .lust a (URL—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. I'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 . 1 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Out of the East By CONSTANCE CLARKE. T 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 adream, 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 (lie wt^ld of care. And gifts there were of gold and myrrh, and license 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. jf" spirit gives us strength to bear, and power to hope and pray fj be content with what we have if Love has come to stay. And some of ns have gifts of gold, cut of the things that were, And some of us have frankincense for hopes that faintly stir; And some of us have ouly 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 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 falls 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 la 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 hear 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 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 (Novelized by) (From the play by George Scar borough. now being presentfil at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York. Serial rights held and «opyrigiited by International Nows Service.) TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. Her first actual confession or tlie love she had been showing so plainly thtough all the tense moments in his loom came at last. Not in the sanc tity of their own devotion —not alone —not in the hope of the joy and per fection of her love came .Mine'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 iier new-found creed. “Yes l love him.” “God bless \« rence Holhrool <lef\ Ida in his arms this was no I.aw Educated. H isb^nd—Do wmi reirm ' '. n hen 1 firs? • h Pearre’r r>n *• Vlf€ And now 1 can! I Mr* in. I ter will answer to me. Come, Aline!” He seized the girl’s almost pulse- ) less wrist in his firm grasp—and so j leading her by tho hand as if she were a disobedient child who must be j taught discipline, Graham prepared to take his errant daughter home. “One moment, Mr. Graham,” spoke Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant vvith meaning. “! have an official duty here. * * * We both regard Captain HolbrooV, as an accessory to , this murder. * * * We both be lieved just now—that he was shelter ing the principal " “Chief Dempster found it difficult i to go on—to express in words the i meaning he felt must be hatefully I evident to all. “Well?” asked Graham impatiently. “I sec no reason to change that opinion!’’ said Chief Robert Dempster. “You mean?" cried Graham. “Your daughter.” Aline impulsively cried aloud. "Oh, no no -” she screambd. its she tore herself from her father’s hold and fied to the captain’s waiting arms, j She hid her heat' on his “breast —and j for one second of sanctuary buried 1 from eyes and mind the torturing j hours that had passed the danger that threatened Then she faced | about and in deep emotion cried j again -“(>h. no V! ne' commanded icr captain. | s lence was her mi!' von non flow I Ml. ST INSIST l PON VOI R RKY< »ki.\ . CAPTAIN H O L i-Pv< n >K*S I'MIOLK \NT> lTn\ T'IL A UK I.ST UP LOTH illM \\l , MISS GRAHAM Pult THK Mi ll I nn- of irnsov pi \t:rv Chief Dempster Inexorably. Aline slipped from the shelter of] Holbrook’s arms and came bravely j forward in answer to the impulse for self-sacrifice, however vain. that urges woman to her fate. “NOT HIM—NOT HIM ” she cried in a voice that threatened to betray all. "ALINK 1 COMMAND YOl* ” At the sound of her captayi’s voice the girl grew silent. In vague apprehension as this authority could mean turned to the commander 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," i he cried. “What grounds have yoq to j suspect this lady. Chief Dempster?’’ At Bay. “Their arrest,” demanded the chief j j of Graham. "No. Robert,” interposed Father j Shannon. "I see no evidence on which to ar- j rest Aline,” said her father. “You’d see it if she was somebody 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 be 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. I was finally washed ashore, sir. Gent (unimpressed)—Ah, and it j wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore : again, either. * • • “Have you a piece of cake, lady to give a poor man who hasn't had a bite for tw'o days?” was the unusual re quest made by a disreputable-looking tramp. “Cake?” said the woman, in sur- 1 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 my birthday!” explained the tr&mp. * * * 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 wee! tha wasn’t watching t' game!” “Young man,” said the earnest em- jployer, “you should remember that every | hour Is composed of 60 golden minutes, each set with 60 3hining seconds.” “That, eir,” 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 nity may come your way. If you rail 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 have idled five minutes at present, the cashier will b# instructed to deduct the proper amount from your envelope. Let this lesson sink in, my young friend, and in time i to come you will realize that ” j But the earnest young man had gone, j murmuring to himself that, while good advice was an excellent thing, he really wished to save the remainder of his dally 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 in Shake speare. “Going over to him, I asked him if he liked the book. “ ‘Oh, yes, sir,’ he replied, 'ft’s great. Did you ever read it. sir?’ “ ‘D’yer know what he talks about, sir 0 ’ he asked. “ ‘Why, yes, my boy, I think I do. 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