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VOLUME XII
FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.
There's a busfcle iti the kitchen
And a rattle *nd a din.
And You’d such peculiar goings-on in;
best not venture
The e^rtrs are being beaten. dripped,
And the butter’s being shaken
And the flour’s being whipped:
And the cream is being heads cracked,
The nuts have had their
The folly’s all a-quake;
Outsiders,* making keep your Christmas distance— cake!
Daisy’s
Don’t say she’s lost her ribbon
And her apron’s all awry*
Don’t speak of flour upon her nose
And smut above her eye;
Don’t tel! her that the pans aren’t greased
The powder’s quite at fault,
That the heaping cup of sugar
Was a heaping cup of salt;
Don’t mentioh that the fire is out,
’TwnykLJjfr a grave mistake—
Onlookers, keep vour distance
When Pgisy f 8 raking cake!
—'Nancyilyrd Turner, in St. Nicholas,
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I About this time every year l^wlsh
fl had th« knack of story-tefllhg" That
is, telling things so other people could
see ’em.ttoo. rd lifcd of Non to
see that Christmas eve as I remember
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’Twas a bit ovqr ten yoacs age's
crowd of us boys had hit Denver with
our heavy sample cases.'" Sasty
weather outside,' mighty ngsty, -and
we sat around the office of the hotel,
smoking, reading, not talking much,
and all a bit grouchy because we were
where no sano man, not even a .drum¬
mer, wants' to be—aw^y*fr(?!h.'home
on Christmas eve. The place was
gefflnS btire with smoke and the w ind
was hanging at the windows, when
somebody's coughing made me sort
,of wake up to the fact that l was
treading my paper upside down, and
’mostly thinking about Tom Briggs.
Briggs was from our State, too—
we were mostly Empire Staters-—all¬
round good chap, meant to "be In.-the
running to the end. Right sort of a
wife and dandy kid. but It seemed
like all the hard luck in the country
had been drifting his way, and to cap
i it all, consumption--the doctors gave
It some name, but that's what It was
1 —moored him in the end. We fel
! lows always have a feeling that the
best way to sympathize-with a
i-ln Briggs’ run of luck Is to keep your
r mouth shut and your wallet open.
[So mosphere, when the high 'doctor altitude, katd: “Rare Colorado at¬
I mountains,” and all the rest pf the
I simple remedies they always’" pre
[ IBrfggz' scribe, why, knowing the-tfjze 'of
bank account, we never
■flMuit of It that way. Well, Briggs
P^^^plorado ^Bo some mountains, §ort of a rare and the place wife In
^■nokiddie stayed back East. Some¬
how, I fd hea4/SPv^$3’' tn-T-getjttte-iiRr ir'tigeWhe-kht-g^-of tbqci
out '•* of my ’ ' Mackenzie
icigar, put down and hUjjjtojjMtfm knows.^any¬ $t*awf'»eh ows. any
thing abofit P’*h)yeeif*.and ’Twas almost
as If I’d spok 9 rtriafe he went
on: Ihis "Mlghty'?Spfel we#tfrfct.r'Wbere Isn’t but fn
Infernal Is that
l are place?'J We might fSke •- run ---
up to-morriw. cit&r. Briggs u 1 bit.
How is It,
Johnson p\S'f'dbw japer, cafne went
over to the win dow. tfcen Jiack
and sat down,!hen i*'tfiou^Bt’ Re sucke
be Is out in — ycu neks
knew—I’ve beefr^fcdre V*'V-eeif—^
Briggs died t he -tiay' a’tte'V'T' goIn.‘
pome of us wentjuflSg IWstafffetlTast
day before yesterday ' “Tough luck,
Isn’t It, boys?’.’ ... -yj,.. pz- , ;-ir
Not a man of. us spokey. onljb-Jhe
cigars. While we were smoking away
like mad, the clerk over by the dask
began to cough, and «en- wglTOked
his way, he shook hTsneati/leaned
over the desk, : -y
“Well, little lidy, Sujd.jgiiat, can 1
do for you?’’ %
By George, stahafhg ?tk#/snexl^ right in front
of the desk, looktfig ttga’ rost
something very •‘WApifrtiftft*
cutest kid you ever ■sa‘isy ~Abottf*<?ur.
years old, I reckonf long-bWVir
cheeks as red as-fiseii’big hfi* 8 [n ejtee,
just in her long white nightie.ipeagh-.
lng up to the tail desk with one-hand
and of holding tight in fee ^ 0 ther^ a^b 1 1
a black "stocking, wtfw ^
anxious kind of a laugh, not 3 bit
scared of us all. buttrying tofeok
through the smoke soAfTwrr’iUMaK -1 hri
hiding the very thing she, was hunt
ing, she said:
“I’m just looking, fortje fireplace
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ca: "t seem to find the place to
-'flpkeriBg. stockings. Please 'scuse me
■mamma, 1 waited a long time
but she’s talking and
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specially"—and the youngster spoko
so softly we ail leaned over to listen
—“specially when they’re talking to
God, like my mamma Is. She’s been
talking to God over by the window a
and looking up, so I think He’s talk¬
ing hack to her. If you'll only just
show mo where my stocking goes, I'll
run back and let my eyes go shut,”
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and the kiddie tiptoed to look over
the desk.
That clerk wasn't what you'd call
a man quick to size up a situation,
but the way he sized this one made us
all sit up and take notice. Ho came
'round, lifted the youngster up and
stood her on the desk, right between
the gas jet and the big register, and
said:
"Well, you’ve been looking for the
wrong place and found the right one.
You see, when Santa Claus comes to
a hotel, he doesn’t use the fireplace
—not he! Just comes right In the
door, walks up here to the big book,
writes his name, just as mamma
did. Then he looks right up here at.
this gas jet, to see If there are any
children in the house. All the chll
hang their stockings here, and
s aves Santa a lot of time, not hav
j D g { 0 hunt all over the house. Got a
pln? (jood work. Here she
ipjnijed tight on where Santa can’t
help seeing her. Now, then,
Tady down you come, and good- night,
pj urr y upstairs! He may be here any
pijnute.”
. Qg wen i the baby and there dan
gled the s t 0 cking. Before any of us
had tlme t0 gpeak> the cIerk Baid;
.^ oyB _ tha f B Briggs’ little girl. Wife
-tf nd haby came on to spend Christmas
with him, passed him on the road.
We'bad to tell her when she got here
afternoon. Here’s the
y ou-“
“Shut up!” growled Mack.
m going out,” and he got himself
-dntp his overcoat.
“Bad night outside,” said Miller.
-“I ’m going to turn in.” As he passed
the gas over the desk something yel
low slid from his hand, and the toe of
little black stocking stretched a
bit. One after another the rest of
the crowd followed, and, somehow,
with each passing the little black
dangler got heavier and longer, All
the while I kept seeing the things my
kid sister used to pull out of her
stocking Christmas morning, so when
I’d put in a bit to z^ke the stocking
heavier, I got on my coat and went
out to see if there wasn't a toy shop
in Denver. Found one alt right, and
if you’ll believe me, there was Mack,
and Johnson, and Miller, and every
last living one of those fellows that
had turned in hack at the hotel—all
sneaking out the back way.
“Beat it!’’ said Mack; "we've
JESUP, GA.. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1909;
bought all this stult the kid wants.
You go get candy and candy, and
then oranges—little some more candy, and some
fellows, mind, to go
into the stocking.”
Tell you what, Santa never did a
better job in his whole career than we
did that night. The stocking was
right heavy and dragged round the
toe, but it plumped out above with
oranges and stuff, parcels all stacked
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below, and a big sign done by the
clerk: “The Little Lady in Room 40.”
One of the boys wanted to open the
parcels, but some one sang out:
“Oh, let the kiddle open her own
parcels.” So we left ’em.
Before we quit for good that night
Brown turned around to the clerk
“Now, listen. We don't know Briggs,
and we don't know his wife, and we
don't know the kid, and you don't
know anything about anybody—that
Is If you ever want to see any of us
again. What say, boys?” We all
agreed, for you see any of us might
have been In Briggs' place.
We shied the office next day, but
that clerk was all right; he got the
two of them off for home that after¬
noon. Don’t know any of the partic¬
ulars; never heard any. But some¬
how to this day I can't go by room
40 In that hotel without going a
bit quieter for thinking of the woman
who had been by the window there
that Christmas Eve, and the kiddie
with her little black stocking hunting
the fireplace.—E. M. Wlieelock.
To Hie Pure in Heart.
God stood upon Ihe altar-stair,
Unsfcen of all the throng,
Across the wreathing incensed air
They watched heard the holy myriad candles flare,
They low the song; they prayed,
And they knelt, and last
Calling on Christ and Mary Maid—
"Oh, "Thy keep servants’ us from love all make ill,” they strong.” sait;
Rut Unseen all this time God waited there,
upon the altar-stair.
God stood beside the altar-rail
Unseen of all but one—
And Her she cheeks was a mere stained thing of with sale; aad
were tears
She pale; knew what she had done.
The gentle folk paused in their prayer
To eye the creature weeping tnere;
“Preserve us, Christ and Mary Fair!
—Thus did their swift words run,
But Had she—so God may standing pure hearts by tiie prevail— rail.
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—Harry James Smith, in Harper’s.
Greeting.
Christmas greetings,
One and all!
Christmas seems to
Have the call.
Here’s a wish that
You and l
May By get and o'er by. it
Here’s a wish that
You may eat
All the good old
Turkey meat
That vour stomach
Will contain,
With no fear of
. Future pain.
Here’s a wish that
You may be
Always brimming
Full of glee.
It's a cinch to
Pen a rhyme
In Christmas the joyous time!
—Birmingham Age-Hera Id
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The trouble began the day before
Christmas, eurly in the morning.
’Lizbeth got out of bed on the wrong
side. Sho dressed oil (he wrong side
and ate her breakfast on the wrong
side, so by ten o'clock the whole
house seemed wrong,
Now the Wrong Side is a black lit¬
tle sin that wakes up with you and
follows round If you let hhn, trying
to spoil your whole day. A smile
will drive him away, but. 'Lizbeth did
not know tills, or else she bad for¬
gotten. It ts very strange that one
cross little girl can make a whole
family unhappy, bu! she cun.
The day before Christmas seems
such a busy time for tfl-owti-ups; they
go off behind closed doors to talk In
whispers and tie up mysterious pack¬
ages when they think little girls aro
not looking. Now sensible, nice chil¬
dren keep out of the way; they do not
ask questions, nor do they pinch big
bundles and guess.
The Wrong Side was close to 'Lfz
beth all that day before Christmas,
saying, do this naughty lliiiig and'do
that naughty thing, and 'Lizbeth lis¬
tened.
She began by teazlog baby brother,
whom she really loved dearly, ami
when she had made him cry and
brought mother all the way down¬
stairs to comfort him, 'Lizbeth, with
Wrong Side at her heels, wandered
off to the kitchen. There was a heap¬
ing cup of raisins, which had taken
cook a long time to seed. Wrong
Side Bald: “Put salt on them,” so
'Lizbeth did; then she ran upstairs as
fast as she could.
By and by mother came upstairs
'Lizbeth hid In the hall. Mother did
not gee ’Lizbeth; she went Into Auntie
May’s room and closed the door—al¬
most. ’Lizbeth heard tissue paper
rattle. What could it be? ’Lizbeth
crept along the hall to Auntie May’s
door. She railed herself on tip toe,
and leaned over slowly 1111 she could
look through the crack.
Oh, my! There stood Auntie May
with the loveliest dolly you ever saw.
’Lizbeth lost her balance—she was
so excited, Bob went her head
against the door and open It flew.
“Why, 'Lizbeth,” said mother in oh
—such a sorry voice; but ’Lizbeth did
not wait. With burning cheeks she
was flying downstairs, only stopping
long enough to catch up her coat and
hat—never mind her rubbers—she
could run In the wet snow and say
she forgot thym, whispered Wrong
Side.
So ’Lizbeth came in to lunch with
very wet feet indeed; and mother did
not look Christmasie one bit; she did
not smile once.
Well, Christmas Eve came at last,
aad it was time to hang up the stock¬
ings. There was ’Llzbeth’s brown
six-year size, and brother Carl’s black
nine-year size, and dear baby boy’s
little white sock which he pinned up
all by himself.
Mother had two ways of looking at
you at bedtime, with her happy eyes
or through her sad ones, ’Lizbeth
tried to forget mother's eyes, as she
went slowly upstairs. 'Lizbeth laid
awake a long time; she was not one
bit sleepy. Suddenly there was
Wrong Side, wide awake, too, and
talking to her. What was he saying?
Her stocking? Why, yes, it was
small, not ne-.rly so big as Carl's. He
would get much more than she; lots
more.
’Lizbeth slipped out of bed. Like a
little white shadow she crossed the
hall to grandma's room. Grandma
had gone to spend Christmas at Uncle
George’s. ’Lizbeth opened the bot¬
tom drawer of the big bureau. There
lay grandma’s stockings in neat rolled
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up pairs. ’Lizbeth opened~one of the
rolls, My! How long they were;
longer than Carl’s.
’Lizbeth stole out la the hall with
one of grandma’s long stockings, and
listened. Every one seemed to be In
the dining-room; sho could hear
voices. It took only a moment to
patter downstairs; another to change
her stockings for grandma’s long one,
before the library fire, a third to bo
hack In bed under the coverlet with
a very loud-beating heart.
And now let me tell you what hnp
pened, In the ni’ddle of the night
who should como,prancing over the
roofs of tho houses In ’Llzbeth’s town,
but—guess! To be sure, Santa Claus,
and he was In a desperate hurry, Cor
he was late on his rounds.
Down In the library chimney he
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slid, shaking off (lie ashes and soot as
he landed in the middle of the hearth
rug. Of course you know be said not
a word, but went straight to his work.
Into Carl’s stocking went first a
gold piece, then all the things he had
been wishing for, games, balls, a won¬
derful knife with five blades, and
heaps of candy. Baby brother’s little
sock was full, too, and Santa Claus
had just stuffed In a white Teddy Cub
with a blue ribbon bow, when tits
eyes opened in astonishment.
“Why, bless my soul,” said he, “I
thought grandma had gone to Uncle
George’s for Christmas, and here’s
her stocking. Well, I’ll just pop her
things right In. Saves me going over
to Uncle George’s, too,” and Santa
Claus set to work again, filled grand¬
ma’s stocking, laid his finger on his
nose and whisked up the chimney.
Christmas morning woke bright
and joyous, and ’Lizbeth woke, too.
She had a feeling that something was
not quite right, then she remembered
Wrong Side and mother’s eyes, and
grandma's stocking She dressed
quickly and went into mother's room
to have her hair bow tied. ’Lizbeth
glanced up into her mother's face.
Oh, dear me, mother was still looking
through her sad eyes.
But it was Chris! mas morning and
Carl was tumbling downstairs to get
his stockings and shouting to her to
come, too. How surprised he would
be when he saw her big stocking full.
She might give him a few of her
candies if he felt badly over any¬
thing; instead he was wild with joy
over his presents.
'Lizbeth wen' up to grandma's
stocking. How full it was. ’Lizbeth
felt of the toe; there was a little
box there, no doubt the turquoise ring
she had asked for.
’Lizbeth drew out the first package,
wrapped in soft tissue paper, and
opened it. My goodness me! It was
a spectacle case! The next was a box
of peppermints. (’Lizbeth hated pep¬
permint), and the little box at the toe
held a silver thimble with "Grandma”
on the side and big enough for three
j of ’Lizbeth’s little fingers,
"What did you get, ’Lizbeth,” cried
: Carl, but ’Lizbeth was not there. Up
i in her little pink and white room she
i was gobbing, sobbing, sobbing
It wa s a very strange Christmas ln
deed ’Lizbetb came down to dinner
with red an A swollen eyes, but no one
noticed, no-‘ even Carl. When it be
jan to grow dark she went back up-
1 stairs; ob/bow miserable she was.
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Tlieir Flocks by Night.”
Of course she understood it all.
Santa Claus had made a mistake, but
it was all her fault, her own selfish,
wicked little fault, Oh, oh, oh, It
was very dreadful, but It Was too late
now. She would not have any Christ¬
mas because she had been so bad.
And Auntie May's lovely dolly? She
would never tee that either.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” sobbed ’JAz
beth. ”1 never meant to be so
naughty. Mother, mother, I do love
you. Don't look like that any more,”
and ’Lizbeth flung herself down on
the floor by her little white bed. Sud¬
denly she put her two small hands to¬
gether and said: “Please God, make
iny mother’s sad eyes- go away, and
please God, make me a good girl, and
please God, make Santa Claus come
back.”
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She felt this last was almost too
much to ask; but just then mother
caught her in her arms and kissed her
hair. And what do you think? Santa
Claus did.come back. 'Lizbeth wrote
him a letter that night, sitting on
mother's lap. She told him how very
sorry she was. She said she thought
she had been too naughty to have a
whole Christmas, but If she could
just have half her things, and a little
candy that was not peppermint, she
would be satisfied, and she promised
never, never, never again to make
mother look through her sad eyes.
Mother hung up 'Llzbeth’s own lit¬
tle brown stocking and pinned the
note to the toe. Then she tucked
'Lizbeth In her little white bdd and
gave her the sweetest kiss that ever
grew.
What dp you think was sitting at
tho foot of ‘Llzbeth’s bed the next
morning? Yes, Auntie May’s dolly,
and when 'Lizbeth went downstairs,
with her little hand tight in mother’s
there hung her stocking full to the
very brim, and a little ring box way
down In the toa.—American Home
Monthly.
Christmas Eve in Wildwood Hollow.
In Wildwood Hollow, t'other eve, they had
a Christmas tree,
And scores of pretty presents tilled the
animals with glee.
Sir Reynard smiled a foxy smile, and
scarce his joy could hush,
When presented with a fine, new comb,
to match his handsome “brush.
Old Bruin's wife gave him a box, to hold
Miss Centipede, his many “cuffs;’’ whose feet cold, had
were
a hundred warm footmuffs.
The hedgehog had a bottle of ink in which
And to dip he his birds “quills.” had
all t w allels new, in
which to keep their “bills.”
Miss Wildcat an umbrella had (she’s often
Miss in Peacock, a “squall”); hooks for her “eyes,”
all
and the bat received a hall.
The monkey had an interesting book of
Mr. “.Jungle Tales,”
And Alligator had a brand new set
of “scales.”
The buffalo, round in gladsome and round, mood, pranced
When gaily his pair of “bel¬
own name upon a
lows” he had found;
In short, for each and every one, a useful
And gift was planned. and and
inerry heard grunts roars hand. growls
were on every
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The only monument of t ho kind in the world.
■ The horse lias come into Its own. His faithful services to mankind
have been adequately recognized in the erection of a monument at Middle
bur^, the Transvaal. This is the only monument of its kind In the world.
Directly beneath the horse are the words: . “The greatness of a nation con¬
sists not so' much in the number of its people or the extent of Its territory -
as in the extent and Justice of its compassion.” At the base are i.he words:
“Erected by public subscription in recognition of the services of the gallant,
animals which perished in the Anglo-Boer War, 1899-1902.” ^
Red For Hospitals.
A boon to the bedridden' and to
thousands of hospital patients through¬
out the country is the invention of a
Kentucky man. This is a bed which
can he raised pr lowered at the head
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Turn Crank and Bed Moves.
to any position comfortable to the pa¬
tient and havjjjg a rest for the legs in
addition. A pair of standards with a
cross-bar, looking like a horizontal
bar on rollers, holds tho upper end of
the bed suspended. At one side of the
standards is a wheel and gear by
which the head of the bed may be
raised or lowered to change the posi¬
tion of the person occupying it. Run¬
ning up from the foot of the bed Is a
T-shaped bar to ho placed under the
legs of the patient, so that when the
bed is tilted at a steep angle he Is
kept from sliding downward, the bar
beneath Ills legs giving him the feel¬
ing of being In a reclining chair. Any
person who has been forced to
abed for any length of time, unable to
change his position, will appreciate
the relief such a bed will, afford.
Reflections of n Bachelor.
Finance is doing It with other peo¬
ple's money.
The men .who talk business the
most seem to do It the least.
When the average man pays back a
loan he acts as If a pickpocket had
gone through his clothes.
There Is no use going into a politi¬
cal campaign with any reputation, be¬
cause you won't have any when you
come out.
The grandest time a man has is de¬
scribing to his wife how an election is
coming out, and tho busiest explain¬
ing why it didn’t.—New York Press.
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Vegetarian—“If I get out of this I’ll eat beef for the rest of my days.”
—From Punch. ’ !
New Ticket Holder.
Though it is useful at soda fount¬
ains and all sorts of amusement par-
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signed by two Pittsburg men is of
chief interest as an adjunct to
NUMBER 32,
Gold Mining in Maine.
Gold mining up in Byron, Oxford
County, seems to be getting down to
systematic operations, a quartz crush¬
er with a capacity of 150 to 200 tons
a day being installed at the mine on
Houghton Stream, a new store built
and a mill of 180x80 feet planned for
the near future. Mr. McCrilUs, of
mining fame, Is camping with two
other mining sharps on the East ■
Branch, and the little mining boom Is
on the increase.—Oxford County Ad¬
vertiser.
No Speed Limit Here.
Motorists who have been prevented
by rural constables from making the
speed they desired over country roads
may find an outlet for their spirits on
the auto scenic railroad designed by a
West Virginia man. On this’road
they may speed to their heart’s con¬
tent, with never a fear of running into
a ditch or hitting a gully, and without.
the prospect of killing a pedestrian,
which may be either a relief or a dis¬
appointment, according to the dispo¬
sition of the automobilist. The auto
railroad consists of a track, with -a
slot In the centre, like the old-fash¬
ioned cable slot. The cars are mod¬
eled after the ordinary motor run¬
about, and are operated by a bar that
runs through the slot, and is connect
m
No Pedestrians in Way.
ed with the steering wheel. This bar
has a T-shaped end that fits in the
slot and prevents the car from leaving
the track. For seashore resorts and .
amusement parks this' railroad will
be found an exciting form of enter¬
tainment.
| rapidly growing moving picture show
business. The holder consists of a
hinged lid. ” Inside
square box with
the box, a partition 5 that- bl-*
on
sects it laterally, rests the roll ’of tick¬
ets. On one side is a printing .and ..
registering device which keeps anr-ac- .
curate account of all tickets sotS, so
that the cashier always knows' what “
the sales are up to date and can totn
pare them with the receipts, if neces
sary, to discover any discrepancy that
'here mqy be between the two.'Tbfs
is made all the easier by the fact that
t lie lower part of the box is fitted
with a cash drawer. When the box is
not in use the lid can be fastened
dow n by means of a lock on front and
the danger of loss from theft of tiok
ets overcome.
Wasn’t Necessary.
“Our family is awfully)
said one little girl to
had just moved into y ,
flat. “Is ^ours?” ..ft
“Oh, no,” replied th<
haven't anything to be
-—Chicago News.
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