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CHRISTMAS ON THE POLLY.
By FRANK H. SWEET.
Copyright. 1909. by Amtricw Pr«»
Association
IT was the good ship Polly, and
she sailed the wintry sea,
For ships must sail though
fierce the gale, and a pre
cious freight had she.
'Twas the captain’s little daughter
stood beside her father’s
chair
And illumined the dingy cabin with
the sunshine of her hair.
With a yo heave ho and a yo heave
ho!
For ships must sail
Though fierce the gale
And loud the tempests blow.
The captain's fingers rested on the
pretty, curly head.
"Tomorrow will be Christmas day,”
the little maiden said.
"Do you suppose that Santa Claus
will find us on the sea
And make believe the stovepipe is a
chimney just for me?”
Loud laughed the jovial captain and
“By my faith,” he cried,
"If he should come we’ll let him
know he has a friend inside!”
And many a rugged sailor cast a
loving look that night
At the stovepipe where a lonely lit
tle stocking fluttered white.
With a yo heave ho and a yo heave
ho!
For ships must sail
Though fierce the gale
And loud the tempests blow, t
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•‘DO TOU HUPPOHB THAT RANTA CLAUB
WILL FIND UH ON THE HEA ?”
On tlie good ship Polly the Christmas
sun shone down
And on a smiling little face beneath
a golden crown.
No happier child he saw that day on
sea or on the land
Than the captain’s little daughter
with her treasures in her
hand.
For never was a stocking so filled
with curious things.
There were bracelets made of pretty
shells and rosy coral strings,
An elephant carved deftly from a bit
of ivory tusk,
A fan, an alligator tooth and a lit
tle bag of musk.
Not a tar aboard the Polly but felt
the Christmas cheer,
For the captain’s little daughter was
to every sailor dear.
They heard a Christmas carol in the
shrieking wintry gust,
For a child had touched them by her
simple, loving trust.
With a yo heave ho and a yo heave
ho!
For ships must sail
Though fierce the gale
And loud the tempests blow.
Ths Truth About Santa Claus.
I write myself down ns one who still
believes In Santa Claus. Don't you?
Are you one of those very literal folk
who have their doubts whether they
ought to let their children cling to the
beautiful old tuyth?
Without imagination. without dreams,
without old world of ours
would boa very wearisome place. Its
road would be steeper than It Is—much
like sleighing over bare ground would
our progress be as compared with
Ble'ahlug over deep, han! packed snow
The poetic myth of the old saint,
with his reindeer and his jingling bells
and bis bulging pack of toys and bon
bons, has charmed a thousand genera
lions. The .stocking hung by the chim
ney on Christmas eve. the children
staying awake until sleep pounced on
them like a strong man armed, the
presents filling them from top to toe
in the inornlug, the rush of the bare
feet hurrying fast across the floor, the
merry uproar, the bubbling laughter,
the shouts of joy—the whole of this
family pageant belongs to dear Sauta
Claus. We owe it to him. Gradually,
as the golden mists of childhood clear
before the sun and the “trailing clouds
of glory” fade, our small men and wo
men discover that Santa Claus is not
one. tut ten thousand; that he is better
than they knew, being just the spirit
of love, good will and lieautiful un
eelflsbness that makes the world a
beautiful place to live in now and
makes it a good starting point for
heaven by and by. For you and me
there is hope that we may do our duty
in this world lovingly while we keep
the child heart and believe in Santa.
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On Christmas eve the children, all gathered around the fire,
Discuss the probabilities until they must retire.
’Tis then the fateful wishbone, kept over from Thanksgiving d&y,
Is brought to light and broken in the traditional way.
THE CHRISTMAS
BEARS.
Dy GERALD PRIME.
Copyright. 1909. by American Preee
Association
S BABEL was having it out with her
fntiler. It was only a few days
before Christinas. and she should
have been at peace with herself
and all mankind lit general, but she
wasn't. She had been telling herself
nil this particular day that as soon as
her father came home she would put
, her case before him in a light so con-
I vinclng that he would be brought to
admit that he had been a little too ar
bitrary. Iler scheme bad not worked.
She wns beginning to realize painfully
that her effort to gain her point had
resulted in confirming her father hi his
opinion that It was a man's privilege
to rule in his own house, especially
when the woman of it was bLs only
daughter, a girl of twenty, who could
not be expected to know her own mind.
“You know perfectly well.” said isa-
I bel. with a final heroic attempt to
snatch victory from the jaws .of de
feat, "that .lack ami I have been—
have been good friends for a long
time. The only reason he hasn't spo
ken about it -to you is because he has
been waiting until he was in more of
a position to do so.”
"'Then it's mighty lucky for him that
he concluded to postpone it." declared
Tom Truesdell testily. "Romance 18 all
very well for those who cun afford it,
but Jack Goodale doesn't belong to
that class. 1 pay him a fair salary. !
and 1 admit lie earns it But 1 don't
see how he expects me to accept him
as a son-in-law. How could he ever
provide for a wife as extravagant as
you? Absurd.'”
"He has a little money, and he may ■
make a lucky deal some day," she per-
: sisted in spite of the forlornness of her I
hope.
“Do you mean that the young man
intends to gamble in wheat?" he asked
Ironically.
“Why shouldn't he? You do. don't
you ?”
Tom Truesdell snorted impatiently.
"No." he retorted. “I do not gamble. A
gambler risks his property. 1 never
risk anything. 1 know how the market
is going because 1 make the market. 1
There is a difference, Isabel."
Driven to desperation, Isabel played
her last trick. "The man you want for ;
a son-in-law," she said, “is no better
off financially. He has nothing but his
debts to distinguish him.”
He smiled sardonically. "If I want
him for a son-in-law." he returned de
cidedly, "I am well enough off to as |
ford him. 1 grant you Gerald Van In- 1
gen lias very little means, but he has
something that the Truesdell family
needs a gtxul deal more. He has posi- j
tlon "
“He's an empty makeshift." declared j
Isabel wrathfully.
"He isn't very brainy. 1 suppose.”
her father admitted. “He’ll lie all the I
easier to nmu pulate on that account.
That ought to appeal to you. Isabel.
But 1 haven't made up ray mind yet.
Mr. Van Ingen is coming to lunch
with me tomorrow, and 1 shall make a
study of him. He certainly ought, to j
do great Hungs for us socially.'*
Van Ingeu was punctual at Trues
dell's office on the following day. As
he entered the busy place he found
the bustle very disquieting to his
nerves. Tape machines clicked, clerks
were shouting perplexing fractions
into telephones, and there was an up
roar quite unfamiliar to the young
man's ears. All at once Truesdell
rushed into view, almost overturning
his distinguished visitor, and without (
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1909.
even an apology shouted in a voice
that seemed peculiarly disagreeable;
“Here, Goodale! Get a move on and
sell all you cun—lo.ooo,ooo bushels to
day. Keep a cool head, man.”
| Having given his commands, Trues
| dell turned to his visitor. “You’ll have
to excuse me," he said. "I expected a j
quiet day, but the bulls are on the
warpath, and I'm having the fight of
my life. Goodale will lie back present-
j ly, .'ind he’ll tell you all about it. Come
i In tomorrow and I’l blow you to tliat
j luncheon-if I have money enough left -
to pay for it.”
The excited operator was away be- ;
fore the startled young man could put
in a word, lie couldn’t understand |
i why so rleli a man as Truesdell was 1
| supposed to be should agitate himself i
over his business. What was amiss?
The idea was so irritating that he
found a trifling consolation in the
fact that his wooing bad gone no fur
ther.
Just then Goodale returned, and Van
Ingen felt It due to himself to learn
something of the condition of affairs.
Ills Ideas of business were exceeding
| ly vague, but he nerved himself for
: the undertaking.
"Mr. Truesdell seems to be unusu-
I ally excited today,” ■be began. “I
1 can't help thinking something must be
j up.”
“Something Is up,” Goodale admitted
quietly. "Wheat is down.”
I "Oh, I see." said his rival, with a
dazed look which belled his asstimp-
■ tion of intelligence. “Mr. Truesdell
' has been dealing very heavily lately,
; I believe.”
“Very heavily Indeed," Goodale
i agreed promptly.
i "Many people will he very hard bit.”
“Very hard indeed."
Van Ingen concluded that he had
i solved the problem. He thanked his
| informant, rose languidly and proceed
ed t<> his club, inwardly grateful that
he had escaped a terrible possibility.
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"Nor woxid I if I could dissolve the melancholy
That makes her so adorable—my lady of the holly!”
With their fair, expectant faces and eyes with light aglow j
They await the anxious moment when all of them shall know '<
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Who is to be the favorite of fortune and whose choice
Is sure to bring fulfillment fit to make the heart rejoice.
While he was eating his luncheon a
man whom he knew emerged from
behind his paper and came over to his
table.
“Beastly panic in the wheat mar
i ket,” he observed rather dolefully.
' “Hope you’re not scorched. Van.”
“No money to play with, dear old
! chap. I’ve just left a man up to his
eyes In it—Tom Truesdell. Know
him?”
“Well, rather!” the other replied. “I
: have just dropped a cool SIO,OOO in the
; pit. If your man Truesdell has been
I equally out of luck he must be looking
i forward to a rather gloomy Christ
; mas. It means millions to him.”
An hour later Van Ingen went into
I the writing room and penned a note to
I Mr. Truesdell to the effect that some
unexpected and important business
would compel him to forego the pleas
ure of a further discussion of the con
templated alliance.
On Christmas eve Goodale and Van
Ingen met face to face on the street.
The latter would have passed without
a sign of recognition, but Goodale
grasped his hand and greeted him cor
dially.
“I am afraid you people must have
come out of your deal rather badly,”
Van Ingen stammered.
“Not at all,” declared the other ra
diantly. with a final wring of his one
time rival’s hand which made him
wince. “We were bears. The lower
the price went the more we made.
About a million Is the figure.”
Van Ingen smiled feebly and mur
mured his congratulations.
Christmas.
Sing holly now and mistletoe
And all resentment from your heart;
Sing the accessories which show
And in this joyous day have part:
Sing help to him you fain would wrong
And good to him you would deride;
Lift up your heart In joy and song
And sing the Christ back to your side
ELBERT SHEKMAN.
SOMETHING NEW
FOR CHRISTMAS.
By ELIZA ARCHARD CONNER.
Copyright. 1909, by American Press
Association
WE lash our brains to chase up
something new to give our
friends at Christmas. In
like manner they lash their |
brains to think of something to give
us. We say to ourselves, “Rich old !
Aunt Rachel ought to put up some
thing handsome this year, the old cur
mudgeon!” Rich old Aunt Rachel in
her turn says of us: “I suppose those
beggarly nieces of mine will send me
some fool trash they themselves can
make and expect me to give them gifts
worth forty times as much. They’re a
nuisance. Every way I turn there’s
somebody expecting me to put up a
Christmas present. I wish these hungry
hangers on were at the north pole.”
The whole scheme of Christmas giv
ing has been perverted till it now
means only one of three things—either
barter, unwilling almsgiving or tip
ping. Servants, deserving or other
wise; poor relatives, charity societies,
people too lazy and shiftless to earn
comfort for themselves, all "expect”
something. The effort to fill these ex
pectations causes a drain that makes
most people look forward with dread
from one Christmas to the next. Sev
en out of ten Christmas presents are
nowadays forced from the grudging ■
donor just because the receivers "ex
pect” something. Mortal mind can
sink to no meaner level than to “ex
! pect” a Christmas present.
Y’et with all earth’s giving there is
one thing nobody ever thinks to be
stow unless it is some man or woman,
usually a. woman, who has been tried
in all ways by sorrow, hardship and
affliction, who has looked on this
world’s treasures and seen them melt
away and has learned there Is nothing j
iln them. To such a true, sweet, test- j
■ ed soul has come the full knowledge I
' that the only Christmas present worth I
while is the one the Christ Child came
to earth to bring. Still the Christ
Child’s gift is on the earth, 1,900 years !
after the holy Nativity. It is to be
had by every human being, it is the |
most precious offspring human being
! can either give or receive, yet in our |
so called Christian world today naught
is so scarce as this one thing.
What was it the Christ Child came
to bring? "Peace on earth, good will
to men!” Down the centuries the tid- ,
ings of this priceless offering have
sounded, and they sound still, but now
| faint and afar off to the worldling
sense. For weeks the atmosphere has
been confused and lashed with the
vibrations of Christmas buying and
selling, Christmas scramble and ex
pectancy; it Is overborne and heavy
I with the awful weariness of the Christ
mas makers. Who has time to send
forth the glorious gift which is the
very foundation stone of Christmas it
self—peace and good will?
How would it do alike for those over
taxed with giving and those too poor
i to give anything at all simply and
quietly to bestow the Christ Child's
gift on all mankind? After presenting
the few material gifts one really offers
■ for the pleasure of it. how would it do
to make everybody around us happy as
we can al! day long, being cheerful,
merry, loving and helpful to every
member of our household, thinking not
at all of our own deserts or disappoint
ments, but giving forth joyfully the
best that is in us—if, widening and
softening our souls, we would weed
from our consciousness all our pitiful
little grudges against others and infold
even those we dislike most in the lov-
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CITATION.
Georgia, Chattooga county.
Application having been made for
twelve months support for Mrs. Liz
zie West out of the estate of W. R.
West and appraisers duly appointed
to set apart the same, having filed
their return, all persons concerned
are hereby required to show cause be
j fore the Court of Ordinary of said
i county on the first Monday in Janua
ry, 1910, why said application should
not be granted.
This 6th day of December, 1909.
J . P. JOHNSTON, Ordinary.
Application for Administration.
■ Georgia, Chattooga county.
To all whom it may concern; A.
G. Winkle, a creditor, having, in
proper form, applied to me for per
manent letters of administration on
the estate of Mon Jones, late of
said county, this is to cite all and
j singular the creditors and next of
j kin of Mon Jones, to be and appear
! at my office within the time allowed
I by law and show cause, if any they
can, why permanent administration
j should not be granted to the clerk
of the Superior Court or some fit
and proper person on Mon Jones es
tate.
Witness my hand and official sig
nature, this 6th day of December,
1909.
J. P. JOHNSTON, Ordinary.
Application for Administration
’Georgia, Chattooga county.
To all whom it may concern:: A.
G. Winkle, a creditor, having in prop
er form, applied to me for permanent
letters of administration on the es
tate of Alex Jones, late of said coun
ty, this is to cite all and singular,
the creditors and next of kin of Alex
Jones to be and appear at my office
within the time allowed by law and
show cause, if any they can why per-
I manent administration should not be
granted to the Clerk of the Superior
Court or some fit and proper person
on Alex Jones' estate.
Witness my hand and official sig
nature, this 6th day of December,
1909.
J. P. Johnston, Ordinary.
Twelve Months Support.
■ Georgia, Chattooga county.
Application having been made for
I twelve months support for Willie
j Jones out of the estate of Mon Jones
and appraisers duly appointed to
j set apart the same, having filed
their return, all persons concerned
i are hereby required to show cause
' before the Court of Ordinary of said
| county on the first Monday in
January, 1910, why said application
should not be granted.
This 6th day of December, 1909.
J. P. JOHNSTON, Ordinary.
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