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I MERRY CHRISTMAS! The Christmas of Humble 1” oik By LILIAN LAUFERTY H AIL, Christmas of tmr ppntury I What 1s tho trlft you bring— Broad and moat for the child of want, or a 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 Folk. the gates arc wide Colne lu ! If you are the spirit that tights aud strives if jou are desire that grows. If you are the heart that loves and gives if you are the mind that knows, If you nre the humble Heart of I.ove, M ho once in a manger lay Why, then the world will bloom and flower lhat this is Christmas Day! But if yon are the base exchange from purse to purse of wealth, If you are greed that coins your gifts from ehildliood’s b — n health. Or one who climbs on his brother's want or lukes the wage of sin— And sneers at the woman whose path he'll Mage, you shall not enter in. Hail, Christmas of our century—what is the gift you bring? Hope for the year that follows fast the day of the Karthhorn King? Strength and love to help the b"nd of woe and want and sin? Then you are the Christmas of Humble Folk. The gates are wide- come In. Miss Garsidc’s Offering: Daysey Mayme s Christmas T HE customary- Christmas gift for Father is a dustless mop, and his lack of sentiment excuses :ho absence of white tissue paper and red ribbon. If mother doesn't fare setter, she finds Christmas enough In he Joy of the children. There was a vacuum cleaner for Lysander John Appleton, a check for its wife, and everything for Daysey dayme and Chauncey Devere that 1 By WILLIAM 7. KIRK. WISH I could be the daughter of a President and have one of them owed weddings in the hite House," said the Manicure dy. "Gee, wouldn’t it be grand to ve all them swell photographs in e papers, and all them nice things -itlen about you?" "We wae married by a justice of e peace," said the Head Barber, here wasn't no photographers there, d I didn't see nothing nice about in the papers, either, but we have en just as happy is if the marriage d been bigger than a circus.'' 'I suppose my marriage will be out the same," said the Manicure dy, "and I ain't foolish enough In » head to think that grand mar- iges means grand happiness, but -is Is girls, and I guess all of us es to shine a little, even If our wed- ag day Is the only chance we get." "1 don't know how brides feels out that,” said the Head Barber, ut I would hate to bo a bridegroom d have twenty newspaper kodaks applng my Ueture coming from d going to the church—especially If lappened to be a short man. Nolh- g looks so abort as a newspaper otograph of a short bridegroom atlng It along the street with a tsl! Ide. And the chances are there Is ;re short husbands than tall ones, they ain't short before they marry, ev will be many a time afterward." "I dreamed once that I married Into royal family," said the Manicure tdy. "I thought I was married to a It. swell looking prince, who thought e world and all < f me, but I dreamed at his folks v s kind of set against e marriage. Maybe 1 didn't give em a proper laying out—In my ■earn Tou know me, George, when cornea to putting somebody on t'ne in and telling them whereto get off ell. what I told that prince's old •Iks was a classic In my dream, nd I dreamed that the prince drew e closer to him and said: 'Remem- ■r, all of you, she is my wife. She Is e girl I love more madly than 1 ever ought a man could love. Go and ave us In peace.' Gee, he said it and and he looked grand when he i(] it—in my dream And after he id told them all to beat it while th» r iocs was soled. 1 woke up. •1 guess that's about the oniv way 1 ill ever break into h'gh soviet;,, purge - when 1 am sleeping. Wilfred ways tells me that I ought to he i -jnoe's bride., but 1 don’t go much on .at poet junk he hands out. because i is alt the time following up his •etty speeches with a request for ,e beans, and even If he is tny broth- ■ I am sour on him on that money ropositlon. so whal lie says about mv ml beaut; ain't got much weight itb Queen.e, :he manicure girl 1 am >o long in the league to get tod; no iamp with sugared words, eorge " "Well, T sin'! looking for tin cough.” nd the Head Barber, “and 1 will sti' - le same as your brother—you are fit * be a prince's bride, but I hope it ill be some American prim e, and not ne of them slope-headed, down-and- ut members of some royal family, op of them fellows that has to b rt ched closer than McGraw used to 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 Mayme cast aside the dia mond solitaire from her father, the furs from her mother, and the many gifts from girl friends, first lndiffer- 'ently, then feverishly, and then des perately. It was the fourth time sho looked among her gifts that she found the object of her search; a white- bound book called "Pearls of Love,” and marked 48 cents. It was from him, and with a cry of Joy she olaeped 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 tether saw, and felt abused. But Daysey Mnyme did not know nor care, for, oh, ecstatic bliss, she hail 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^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 a term used in fiction which In real life Is expressed by the word "bossy." Is there anything, Mother, a woman may do which a man can't do? There ar« 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 looklug at her. What, Mother Mine, la meant by "the force of habit?” 1 van tell you best, Little One, by giving an Illustration: If a matt 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 f!r« whistle blows What. Mother. Is meant by the Dear, Dead Past? it is any period. My Child, that antedates the esthetic time when our maternal ancestors put n pleee of red flannel in the bowl of a coal-oil lamp, for pretty's sake. What. Money? It Is something. Child, which news papers tell about, but which no wife ever sees hy. Mother Dear, does everyone I make so light of those w ho do a great ideal of visiting'’ Has hospitality be- come a lost art? I am afraid it has. Mv Child Of | ; recent vears visiting lias become like gambling—a sport In which everyone I claims to get the worst of It Do von know, Mother, of anv re- | liable confidant in timo of trouble ' Just one. My Child: Your pillow I And always take care to look unde: | 1 ho tied before you confide In that. FRANCKS L. GARSIlHv Mother, ts Conscience D ear santa claps: IT’S good form now, you know, to tell what you want Christ mas—but it won't do any good to tell my second cousin this want of mine, for she'll Urtit me a pair of slippers anyway, even if she could make me a present of a sweetheart. But here and now 1 .loin the ranks of the kids and come right out to you in black and white and ASK for what I want the worst of all. Just a GIRL—if Out of the East : By CONSTANCE CLARKE. 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.” T HREE camels, soft shod, tolled 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 ont of darkness light had come to rid the wptjld 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 ns the Christmas of to-day. If 1 ' spirit gives us strength to hear, and power to hope and pray be content with what we have if Love has come to stay. And some of ns have gifts of gold, out of the things that were, 1 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 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 seme 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 Up-to-Date Jokes "Miss Brown told me that you paid her such a charming compliment the other evening.” said Sirs. 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 *he 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 wouldn’t hurt you to be washed ashore again, either. • • * “Have you a piece of cake, lady to give a poor man who liaan’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; hut this Is my birthday!” explained the tl*amp. * • * 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 v/eel tha wasn’t watching t’ game!” 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 s'nama 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 sweet and young, purged of the bitterness and the narrowness of old age, and so to grow old gracefully and beautifully. Didn’t Waste More “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 ths 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 tj 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 be 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 gore, murmuring to himself that, while good advice was an excellent thing, he really wished to save the remainder of his daily wage. (Novelized by> watc b poor. old Bu igs Raymond want . you t< o man* v a regular with a 11 the mone; you both 1 and w ith a real, 1 loyest love f real. honest girl.” “G • • . Geoi rge. ?a id *he Man Lad? when you sai d them word! lnok< Md just grand, like the prin< y dream.” Educated. Husband—Do mu reim *hen 1 fiivi nun «-~arc«!y ? ho a t vile-—And now 1 car.! goose ? Ungrateful Torn Mi Blossom bud been very ill, and by the time be was able to get downstairs again his hair bad grown to a consid erable length. Then it was that Mrs B. voluntered to cut it -for 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 in his neck. "What the dickens do you think you’re doing?” “Am I hurting you. dear" murmured Mrs B "It’s only these corners be hind the cars that bother mo. Do keep still.” And then she sliced a bit off his t From the play by George Scar borough, now being presented at the Thlrt> -ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and vopyrighted t>y International Nows Service > TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. Her first actual confession of the I love she had been showing so plainly thiougli 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 Aline’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 1 love him.” >u.” said Capt “God hie -nor Hoi: in La Hut ter will answer to me. Come. Aline!” He seized the girl’s almost pulse- j less wrist in his firm grasp—and so i leading her by the hand as if she were n disobedient child w ho must be > taught discipline. Graham prepared to i take his errant daughter home. “One moment, Mr. Graham," spoke Chief Dempster in a tone pregnant with meaning. “! have an official duty here. * * We both regard Captain Holbrook as an accessory to i this murder. * * We both be lieved just now—that he was shelter- ! mg the principal ” “Chief Dempster found it difficult to go on—to express in words the i meaning he felt must be hatefully j 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 screamed, as she tore herself from her father's hold and fled to the captain’s waiting arms. She bid her heat’ on his breast— and \>r one second of sanctuary buried ; mptr.g about th*- room hot bricks “Oh. m». I this for fun \nd h and plunged bis \<». Itv K . *}* *h« i “Jin’s ala a; s mj B . o»*r knitting i his ariu was i ! from hour.' | that \\ eyes and that had threatened in mind pas; J -tl iirturin; dange Then i i.rfn .i so 1 aga u < >h. no for ; - , \ 1; ;ye : ' commanded u r < t pi ain. " ; S.!enr< • was her <»n!j v ea e mo now and l Mi; ST INSIST n-ON YOlfi BEY* »K i r i \\\i u ) K i.N . CAPTAIN S I'UIOLK AND H O h ITC.N • v, THE A 1 ILK ST * >K r.OTU il l M \ \ 1 ' pin Miss '; I ’: \l!A.M 1 OR TMI- : mi u 1*1-1. i ni.M‘ iii •' tl !>sov in \cc Chief Dempster inexorably. Aline slipped frorp the shelter of Holbrook's arms and came bravely J forward in answer to the impulse for self-sacrifice, however vain. that 1 urges woman to her fate. ”XOT HIM—NOT HIM she! cried in a voice that threatened to; betray all. "ALINE l COMMAND XOU-—” I At the sound of her captain's voice , the girl grew silent. In vague apprehension as to what this authority could mean Graham ! t urned to the commander of his j < daughter's frail bark. “You dare •” he began. Holbrook dhl not mark him at all. ; lie turned to Chief Dempster. “What an outrageous thing to do,” he cried. “What grounds have yotj to i suspect this lady. Chief Dempster?” At Bay. “Their arrest,” demanded the chief | of Graham. "No, Robert.” interposed Father ; Shannon. “1 see no evidence or which to ar- j rest Aline,” said her father. "You’d see it if she was somebody CHICHESTER S PILLS IIIFIHUIOM* RRAVn. A Jnnr f nr /\ / !*!»*, 80.1, 1*0.» Ke f - i t.rtlrf - -. V . “J ' * ' V -1 ' T»k« no o h*r Bar »f,„ r V ,;!■** * > i, 1'i’i rn' '‘ TFBs Jf l»t \ m*» n i;r \ m> m , * B VMr.l-ra-,, F~*. <1* T.A--V .C-- ,s;. else’s daughter,” asserted Dempster, stubbornly. 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