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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 H ■ r ' I I . * ->"■ •‘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. WAYNE holt n ■ -—■ ■" ~ 5 o —------- VF -i 1 . A'! w/ R ‘'-J ; I ” W / I I U ’ I HL- • 11 1 wlr I 18 1 HIIIIIMIII Illi—«■ ll ■HllWl— Il I WMlWmilMl—■mm ffl FTTHf-HUrr I 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. st A . & FI IT 1-4 . / « •-< ■' > .1 T 1 W -y - f 'few SSe ■ MB® Tosst •-£ e oa. o > * .v-J? A "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 '< ' ii 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- I ing thought of Christmastide? Si This is the trade mark which is found on every bottle of the genuine Scott’s Emulsion the standard Cod Liver Oil preparation of the world. Nothing equals it to build up the weak and wasted bodies of young and old. FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS ! Send 10c., name of paper and this ad. for our beautiful Savings Bank and Child’s , Sketch-Book. Each bank contains a Good Luck Penny. SCOTT & BOWNE, 409 Pearl St.. N. Y. - -~r 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. 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