CLAUS
M Mas his headquarters this year at
ft the Drug Store of
1 Frank M. Pixley
Great Display of Holiday Goods j
Much time and thought has been devoted to the asm
sembling together of our Christmas display which we
believe excells anything we have before presented in
this line. You certainly will be able to make appro
priate selections when you start out “gift buying” it
you make a visit to our store.
Art Display China Pieces
Rarest collection of Vases, trie- Few gifts are mare acceptable
a-bracaud Pictures ever showi in than a pretty piece of chinaware
the city. We have a well selected line. f
1 Toys Dolls - Hooks
J' All new thines in toy Hundreds of dolls of Picture books, story
» creations to make the every size and kind,doll books, albums, poems
boys and girls happy. cabs, beds, etc. and essays.
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| Stationary Cigars
^, Select lines of Stationary, Per- Cigars are always appropriate.
| fumes and toilet article. We handle the best brands.
| FRANK M.
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[LADIE_-LOOK!
“Here is a Bargain of
1 ¥ •£ j* 99
l a. Lifetime
100 Piece, wKite and C 00
gold Dinner Set . . .
This Dinner Set is the very best English ware,
would make a beautiful present and grace any table.
One Hundred Piece Dinner Set 50
This Dinner Set is of a beautiful green floral design,
the very best English ware, and would be a very use
ful and appropriate Christmas Gift
A Dinner Set of white Princess ware Price $8,50
Ibis Dinner Set is a plain white English ware, and one that will last, and give
good service.
A Dinner Set of Semi-Porcelain. Price $5.50
This Dinner Set is of the plain white American ware
; Cut Glass Water Sets $2.00 A big line of Fancy Lamps from $2.00 to $8.00
Black Earthen Tea Pots from 75c to $1.00. A nice present for mother.
/ O. HOEISKEY
| NORTH MAGNETIC POLE. '
P It I* Not a Stationary Point, but la
. Constantly Shifting.
5 Only the experts understand that the
F north pole and the north magnetic pole
£ are two entirely different things. As a
1 matter of fact, there are few localities
| on the earth’s surface where the com
a pass points due north. The reason is
> because the north magnetic pole or
> area lies In the vlelfllty of King Wll
I Ham's Lund, just off the arctic coast
' of North America, in Bothnia. When
this magnetic pole is between us and
the north pole the compass points due
north. As we go either east or west
i from this line it is easy to see that
the compass is off to a certain degree.
, If we were to travel north of the mag
? netlc pole the needle would point
| south; west of it the needle would
I point east. Sir James Ross in 1831
| located the north magnetic pole ap
| proxlmately at a point up in Bothnia.
, In 1903 Captain Roald Amundsen in
the ship GJoa set out on a three years’
expedition, relocated the magnetic
pole and made the “northwest pas
sage" for which mariners have striven
since the days of Henry Hudson. Ter
, restrlal magnetic force is different in
every part of the earth’s surface and
is not always the same at a given
point, it Is subject to regular daily
t and yearly changes. Amundsen post
F ed himself near tho seat of tho mag
J netlc power and for nineteen months,
f day and night, with his party, took
readings of their instruments, both in
t clinatlon and declination. He also
f made short excursions into the region
? of the magnetic pole and was able by
J the aid of the declination observations
f to prove that the magnetic north pole
£ does not have a stationary situation,
? but Is continually moving. But the
J general location is where Sir James
£ Ross first had the honor to place It.—
^ Chicago Tribune.
I BOSTON LIGHT.
| It Is Said to Be the Oldest Harbor
y Beacon In America.
jjl The outer light of Boston harbor is
y Boston light, eight miles below the
I city and at the very outer end of the
y channel that ocean liners follow. It
§ stands on Little Brewster island, a
i pile of rocks partly grassed over in its
I gentle hollow on the sheltered side.
► Three families live here—those of the
I head keeper and his two assistants.
► In all the inhabitants number a dozen
I souls.
The light itself is said to be the old
est in America, built in 1315 by the
government of England. It is of
rough bowlder stone, hooped with
iron bands, and its lean, whitewashed
form is a landmark and seamark far
and wide.
S A rustic iron railway for carrying
I cogl leads up from the waterside to
» the engine house, where is an engine
and boilers in which steam is kept up
I continually to operate the siren fog
horns. Their great trumpet-like forms
protrude through the wall of the bulld
1 ing on the seaward side. In foggy
weather one can hear from the open
windows the faroff mooing of the fog
horn on the Boston lightship, seven
miles away, as the keepers on the
lightship can hear this one at Boston
light.
An old cannon lies on the ground
near the lighthouse. It was provided
by the Cunard Steamship company be
fore the foghorn was Installed to give
signals. It is unused now. But in
addition to the great revolving light
in the tower th re is a set of red and
white range lights that give the loca
tion of anchorage for vessels in the
channel. If they see red it means
that they are out of their proper loca
tion, but if white they are safe.—New
York Mall.
Th* Sea Captain Librarian.
At the Melbourne university council
Justice Higgins remarked that he had
come across some queer librarians in
his time. He knew one Australian in
stitute that had appointed a retired sea
captain to the office. That honest
worthy catalogued Max Muller’s
“Chips From a German ,Workshop”
under the heading of “Carpentry.”
He should have some fun with Rus
kin’s titles when it comes to classify
ing “Sheepfolds” and the “Ethics of
the Dust.”—London Chronicle.
Twisted.
“What we want,” said the magazine
editor, "Is a story that reflects real
life ”
“That’s the trouble with our current
literature,” replied the harsh critic.
“We are getting too much fact In our
efforts for Action and too much Action
in our alleged facts.” — Washington
Star.
How the Days Go By.
Frank looked up thoughtfully from
his engine and cars game of railroad
ing, played on the primitive plan of a
flve-year-old boy.
“Mamma, Isn't dt fupny hqwthe days
go by, one after the other. Just like a
train of cars, with Sunday for the en
gine.”—Harper’s.
A Misapprehension.
The young man lending a dog by a
string lounged up to the ticket office
of a railway station and Inquired.
“Must I—aw—take a ticket-*for a pup
py r
“No; you can travel as an ordinary
passenger,” was the reply.—Suburban
Life.
A Jewel.
“Are you satisfied with your new
maid?”
“Very. She’s too old to get married
and too fit to wear my things. So I
think we’ll be able-to-keep her."—De
troit Free Press.
| An Impromptu j
1 Christmas l
I And the True Christmas (
Feeling It Prompted >
By EDWARD PIERCE
Copyright, 1910, by American Press (
Association. C
The blizzard raced across the foot
hills and screamed down the canyons,
obliterating all trails that led to the
Double Star ranch. It filled the air
with smothering, flying flakes and
plastered the sides of the bunk bouse
with a thick white covering. The win
dows of the ranch house a hundred
yards distant were oblongs of light
that diffused a sickly yellow glow Into
the flying snow.
Ducle Case tossed another log on the
blazing hearth and surveyed the silent
crowd with growlrig disdain. At last
he could no longer control himself and
broke forth into violent speech:
“Say, you mum mouthed dummies,
you long faced, solemn eyed, good-for
nothing cayuses, do you know this is
Christmas eve?”
The moody circle about the fire
straightened as by one accord and
looked nt the speaker with the first
sign of Interest that had been betrayed
since the silent supper hud ended.
"Do you know this Is Christmas
eve?” repeated Mr. Case impressively
as he brought a pipe from his pocket
and proceeded to clean It with the
nervous energy that characterized his
every movement.
"Of course we know It," growled
Miller from his corner. "We didn’t
get any mail today—-haven’t had any
for a week! Excuse—me—Christmas,
coming! Bah!”
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always kicking about the mall, and I’ve
never seen you get any letters yet—
not even one of them picture postal
cards that Frankie here gets so many
of.” .
Ducle Case bustled out of his chair
and noisily mounted the heavy table,
where he. looked down on his com
panions with a benevolent smile.
“Tonight’s Christmas eve, boys, and
I’m going to confess It’s the onllkellest
Christmas eve I ever spent.
“Every one of you Is downright
homesick. That’s what’s the matter
with you. I expect you’re homesick
every time Christmas comes around.
If you can’t get home to your folks
apd find an old fashioned Christmas—
why, I say let’s have Christmas right
her In the Double Stnr bunk house.
All In favor say ‘eye.’ ”
“Aye!” came forth a mighty chorus
from seven throats.
“Good! Now, gentlemen, there ain’t
any tree within three miles of the
ranch except the maples at fie big
house, and they’re too large. Can we
have a Christmas tree?” he asked
skeptically.
“Nix!” was the laconic reply.
“Well, then, you’ve all got socks.
Hang ’em up here along by the chim
ney. We might as well do this Santy
Claus business up nice and brown.”
The men scattered, laughing, to their
several bunks to search their effects
for clean -socks. When they returned
Mr. Case was ready with hummer and
nails to fasten them to the long shelf.
The first to go up was his own, a huge
blue woolen affair with a startling
void presented by the sagging top.
“Now, what you going to put In
’em?” demanded Miller as he witness
ed the hammering of the last nail Into
his own sock.
“Now, that’s up to the rest of you in
a way,” drawled Mr. Case indifferent
ly. “I’ve startl'd this thing and got
the ball rolling nicely. All ydu chaps
has got to do is to find something to
put in those socks. Seems as If you
might find something to give each
other just to remember the day and
make things pleasant,”
“Who feels like being very pleasant
with no mall for a week and no pros
pect of any?” complained Frankie,
rather peevishly. “I thought Christ
was eve was the time for good things
to oat and drink. I haven’t seen the
chink handing out any goodies yet.”
“You go along and work that Christ
mas spirit business I was telling you
about.” commanded Mr. Case. “Sam
Huh and me will take care of the eat
ing end. Just watch my smoke!”
He disappeared behind the plank
door that shut off the kitchen quar
ters from the living room, and they
heard the sound of his strident voice
mingled with the staccato objections
of the Chinese cook.
Storrs stepped forward, a slight flush
on his handsome face, and turned to
ward his companions. "I’m rather
ashamed, boys, that Ducie had to re
mind us'that it was the night before
Christmas. It’s certainly a dull time,
and I believe we ought to do all we
can to make it pleasant, even if the
mall doesn’t come at all. Suppose we
make the best kind of a Christmas we
can out of what we’ve got.”
“Lets,” agreed Miller boyishly.
“Suppose we begin with Dude’S meal
sack here, He must expect an auter
mobile in that. What do you say?”
“Let’s give him one,” retorted Storrs
cheerfully. “I saw one a minute ago.”
He reached for a mngazine and drew
a knife from his pocket. He turned to
the advertising section and cut from
it the picture of a large touring car.
“What’s the matter with that?” he
crowed softly as he slipped it in Du
de's stocking.
“I got a couple of handkerchiefs
that I’ve never used,” said Frankie
suddenly. “I’ll give one to Dude and
on > to somebody else. Let’s get busy,
boys.” _ '
They got busy and searched theta
trunks and their pockets for treasures
that might go to fill a comrade’s stock
ing. Pocketknives, handkerchiefs, a
watch chain, a key ring, neck handkcr
chiefs, a pair of spurs, tobacco, ci
gars, a patent pencil, matchboxes—all
changed bands deftly from pockets to
one or another of the yawning stock
ings. When the little store of articles
gave out they had recourse to the
magazine and lavished all sorts of
lithographed gifts upon each other.
They all entered into the spirit of
the thing with an abandonment that
was pathetic when one considered the
barrenness of the ground upon which
they tried to graft a Christmas. What
ever else the occasion lacked, the
Yuletide spirit was there.
When Ducle Case emerged from the
kitchen with the thoroughly cowed
Sam Huh In his train they were laden
with plates -of red apples and yellow
oranges, plates of crisp cakes fresh
from their paper boxes and a large
dish of candy, which Ducle placed hi
the middle of the table.
"Bring In the coffee, Sam, when I
holler,” said Ducle ceremoniously.
Then ho turned to the grinning eow
punchers surrounding the fire. “Let's
see what Santy Claus has got for us.
eh, boys?”
“You first, Ducie!" they insisted, and
they watched him delightedly as he
brought forth from the stocking a pa
per of his favorite tobacco, which
Storrs also carried, and a sliver watch
chain.
“That was a great Idea of mine.”
chuckled Ducle after he had Identified
the givers and thanked them warmly.
"I have a feeling that this here is to be
a kind of a merry Christmas, even if
the mail don't get In.”
After that there was no end to the
fun. Each man found several surpris
ing gifts in his stockings, and there
was much merriment In Identifying the
givers and more Interchange of good
feeling than the Double Star had known
in some time.
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of steaming coffee, and they gathered
about the board and ate of the refresh
ments and toasted Mr. Ducie in the
stimulating black liquid with much
flattery.
When the meal was concluded Ray
mond Storrs sang a song in his fine
tenor voice. It was a Christmas carol,
one that they all know, and they joined
in the chorus with a vim. Frankie de
livered an amusing monologue, and the
taciturn Miller gave an absurdly funny
imitation of a fashionable lady buying
a hat. There were other songs and
recitations and the quaffing of n weird
ly constructed bowl of punch that Sam
Huh had laboriously put together from
several cookbooks and unlimited ad
vice from the different members of the
party.
“What’s the matter with this Christ
mas?” demanded Frankie excitedly as
11 o'clock was Struck on the tall clock
in the comer.
“It’s all right! It’s been a bully one!
Couldn’t be better! Up to us to thank
Ducie!” were some of the comments
on the occasion.
There was the sound of hoofs pound
ing in the snow outside and a loud
shout. Every man was on his feet
with interested faces.
"The mail at last!” cried Miller ex
citedly. “Now we’ll see what’s what!”
They crowded about the door as Mr.
West came over from the big house to
open the mail bag. It had stopped
snowing, nnd the stars were blazing in
a cold, clear, dark sky.
“Letter for you, and you, and you.”
rattled Mr. West as he tossed letters
here and there among his employees.
They grasped them eagerly and then
tucked them away for private perusal.
It happened that each one received at
least one letter, and Raymond Storrs
received several with a San Francisco
jostmark, ns well as a wooaen case
that was dumped on the floor ere the
letter carrier drove away.
Storrs ripped off the cover while they
hung breathlessly over him. From nu
merous careful wrappings ho drew
forth a large phonograph with a morn
ing glory horn and a collection of wax
music rolls. Deftly Storrs fitted the
parts together and placed the machine
on the table and wound It up. There
was a cylinder In the machine, as If
his sweetheart, who had sent It. had
left It there that he might hear the
continuation of a melody she bad been
singing.
There was a low, buzzing sound, and
then there came forth from that In
strument of wood and metal a sweet
soprano voice singing with a delicate
violin accompaniment:
“Oh, holy night, peaceful night.”
As the hymn rang out every hat was
whipped off and the little group stood
bnrebeadod In the open doorway look
ing out at the same brilliant stars that
had shone down over Bethlehem that
long ago holy night when the first
Christmas was sung over one who
brought peace and good will Into the
world.
Afterward, as they followed Mr.
West across the yard toward the big
house where he said a feast awaited
them, Frankie nudged Ducie Case with
a razor-like elbow.
“1 learned oue thing tonight,” admit
ted Frankie graciously, "and that was
you can have Christmas cheer most
anywhere, provided you’ve got the In
gredients in your heart—eh?”
Ducie nodded. “Everybody has got
the ingredients to make a happy
Christmas In their hearty, only they
don’t stir ’em together to make ’em
work property. Haven't they, Nor
man?” He shot this question at the
tall young man walking beside him
with radiant face upturned to the
stars.
Storrs pressed the phonograph that
had registered the singing voice of his
sweetheart close under his arm and
smiled contentedly.
“Xotufcet!" he cried emphatically.