Orriic mi.
Ckrihtmaw In I!e hlehem! What
memories, what sacred tradition tho
word evoke! Where el-e can the
feast of ('hrUtmm be so sublime and
divine' Where else, can mortal feel
himself ho near to hi God'
lWhlehein in a' ways crowded with
strange from every part of the world
on Chi lstma Kve. They cmie - the e
pilgrim of piety or curb sity along
the romantic and singular route from
Jerualem, and spend the night in the
holy ceremi nials, departing the next
day.
Th smart merchant from New Yo.k
City e'bows the Kussian landl rd from
the Volga or the Montenegrin with his
lelt filled with anci-nt naggers and
oii-toN. The Turkish soldier ke -p or
der with jierfect gis d humor and with
a certain contemptuous indifference
which is apt to tell a little upon the
nerve of pirns Occidental, when they
oterve it for the first time.
The Church of the Nativity is tho
gnal of all the e pilgrims. Certainly
thin li the most interesting place in
Holy. Land. There all the divergent
Chriiliun factions meet at a common
source at;d there th-y learn tolerance
of and rc.sp ct for each otht r.
The Kmeior Hadrian, iu the coun-e
of tho fecund century, is mi id to have
surrounded the place where stood the
THE LATIN PATRIARCH CONDUCTING THE FRENCH (ONHI LTO THE GROTTO
OK THE NATIVITY.
stable of the nativity with a wood sa
ered to Adonis, and even had tho wor
ship of Venus publicly celebrated
theie. Two centuries later the pious
Helena raised a church, and of the an
cient stable of course nothing abso
lutely authentic remains.
Nothing is more singular in Holy
Iand than the entrance to the sanctu
ary of the Nativity. At tho end of
the straggling hamlet the st reet spreads
out into an ob ong square which opens
ott an esplanade covered with great
stone (lugs. This is the "atrium" of
the ancient basilica, in the middle of
which stood the baptbmil cisterns for
the ablutions which the Christians of
old were re iiired to practise before
entering a church. A mats of white
tomb walls in one i-ldo of the es
planade: on the other ari-es a high
wall which might belong to convent or
prison. A few windows dot the wall
hero and there. Hut there are no
mens of any door.
After a little search one finds a black
hole, like the entrance to a cavern, and
presently he sees eople creeping into
it, almost on all fours. Now and then
the gallant Oriental on guard will offer
hU hand to a lady to help her down.
That is the principal entrance to tho
sanctuary of the Nativity. Doors wore
suppic-seil in the days when Mahom
tncdan intolerance was greater than it
is now, and when it was necessary to
wall up doors and to allow communica
tion only with the upper stories, as the
monks in Mount Sinai do nowadays.
Gradually there grew up around this
basilica a colony com pi mod of the three
principal sects, the orthodox Catholics,
the Creeks, and the Armonians, and
convents wero built in such numbers
that they overshadowed the church.
Tho Interior, however, still reserves
iti ancient form. Once out of the
gloomy entrance, one finds himself in
a great hall traversed by four colon
nades and surmounted by a modern
roof, tho beams of which appear.
Here and there, at tho bases of huge
red monoliths, crowned with Corin
thian capitals, in a framework of old
mosaics on a gold background, people
are kneeling or sitting squatted on
their huuiichos; soldiers of the Sultan
are peacefully patching their shabby
uniforms, women are nursing their
babes, Franciscan and Creek monks
THI.KHKM MOTIISa CI1AD1.IK0 USB CHILD.
pass talking and gesticulating, and
merchants beseech you to buy oranges,
rosaries, mother-of-pearl ornaments
and sweetmeat. Time was when the
Arab also stabled their sheep In the
sanctuary. This was due to the fanati
cism of the Greek monks. Fifty years
ago it pleaded them to separate the
nave from the choir, and thus one-half
of the oldtMtchurch In the world Is ex
posed to the vandalism of the Ignorant
psasAsnW.
There U a lefeod that a "Sultan of
gjrpt" osmm tried to omt off the beau-
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tiful mon iliths to ornament a palace at
Cairo. Hut a serpent came out and bit
the first workman who laid a pickax j
at the c dumns. und the ret of the j
workmen refused to work.
l'as-1 ig two skepy Turkish soldier
whose guns are leaned agiinst the
wall, the pilgrim do eends by ciicular
steps to a door hieh ojK.ns uion a nar
rower staircase, at the foot of which
ine finds two more Turkish soldiers, in
gala uniform with rifles on their i-houl-ders.
In tho Mnnger.
On the left is a niche lighted by a
great number of hanging lamps. Ite
neath them sparkles a great silver
star, fixed in the pavement, on which
la the inscription:
I lie de Vlritlne Marl Jesus
Ihrlslut natus eU
We are in the sacred stable. "Here
Jesus Christ was lxrn of tho Virgin
Mary." It is a grotto to-day, but the
erudite i-ay that for thousands of years
grottoes have served for stable) in 1'a.U
es:ine.
The splendid gallery which extends
for foino disiance, glistening with mar
ble and light., scarcely recalls the jkv
erty and humility in which the Savior
was born, everything Is in maruie
here, even the margin of the miracu
lous well which sprang into existence
to slake the thirst of the Holy Family.
All the 1 1 ct-j have harmonized in the
decoration i f the grotto, but they are
not to lie trusted to agree o well In
the church. The presence of the Turk
ish soldiers is a proof of this. I at ins,
Creeks, and Armenians have their
Ixaindaries well defined in tho body of
the church, and at Hot hlehem thev are
prone to quarrel. There have Veen .
battles in which much blood has teen
shed. Kaoh lamp in the grotto is
marked with the name of tho Beet to
which it belongs.
Tnere are stairways t- the grotto,
one belonging to the Latins, the othor
to the Creeks. N'- long ago tho Ar
menians tried to J.ilargo their terri
tory in tho church. They spread a
carpet on the Hags belonging to them.
Next day tho carpet had encroached a
little on the rival territory: the next
still more. The othor sects saw the
trick, and in the night cut the carpet
in pieces.
Franre I'rrnKlm.
When Christmas comes at Bethlo
hem the French Consul is in his glory.
EVance is the protectress of tho Holy
A somas or nr.Tiii.enrM.
Places and of the Oriental Catnoncs,
and all governments in Francis care
fully keep it up. This privilege wai
confirmed to France in HH2 by tho Con
gress of Herlln. The old ceremonial,
established br ordinances of Louis XV.,
has been strictly maintained. The lo
cal clorgv pays royal honors to the
Consul of France. When he is in
stalled a Te Deura is chanted.
In the processions at Hethlnhem. at
the Holy Sepulchre and elsewhere the
blue cushion on which he is to kneel is
carried before the Consul. On Christr
mas Kve the French Consul comes from
Jerusalem to Hethlehem to take part
In the ceremonies of the sacred festi
val. The Turkish authorities place at
his disposition a detachment of caval
ry and twoollicors, who escort him with
drawn swords. Surrounded by his
eight cavosses, on horseback, in their
handsome levantine costumes, and by
his consular stair, and accompanied by
the suiHsriors of tho convents and by
the pilgrims, ho makes a sens ition as
ho arrives on the esplanade. The
sheiks of Hethlehem go out to meet
him, flourishing their guns, and wel
come him in. There is a roception at
convent, and the Turkish bund some
times pli.y the "Marseillaise!"
The i J'tin patriarch then arrives, and
at 10 o'clock at night a pontifical mass
is celebrated in the church. The
sumptuous ornaments worn by tho pa
triarch and his assistants on these oc
casions were presented by tho late
Marshal MaoMahnn, In tho name of
the French Hepubllc.
The first ceremony ends at midnight.
A ling procession, brilliant with ta
pers, then descends into the grotto of
the Nativity, The patriarch carries
In ) is arms a waxen image of the child
Jesus, reclining upon pink silken cush
bms embroidered in gold.
Before the nlohe of the manger the
patriarch hands the "bambino" to one
of his deacons and then recites the
Kvangel of the Natlrlty according to
St. Luke. Until two in the mornl. g
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the psalms and songs continue, and are
finishel by a Te i)eum. Ail IJethle-
hem wake the whole night lonir and
camps, by t!)e light of ta,ers, tround
ti e immen- church. The spectacl ) in
merry and picturesque when dawn
breaks over ti.is extemporized camp.
Such are Christmas Eve and Christmas
Morn at liethlehera
CHRISTMAS IN THE COUNTRY.
Where the Holiday
I Alwara Knthuaiu-'
Untlly
ObHrfrd. 1
Hill STMAa prep-
arations go on no
less vigorously in
the country than
they do in town,
but they are less
evident there.
Nevertheless the
spirit of Christmas
is abroad there as
well as in town.
There are great ex-
peditions to tho
woods for running cedar or ground
pine, for spruce, and fir trees, for
branches of hem'ock, cedar and pine.
In some lucky neighborhoods the holly
grows, and sometimes the mistletoe,
with its mystic, poetical associations,
is to lie found. Oftn the little church
must bo adoned for the great feast
day, and this cannot be done, as in the
city, by hands of paid professional dec
orators. In the country it must be a
labor of love, and busy hands must
work early and late to make the trim
ming of the church attractive.
Then, too, the duv before Christmas
the ( 'hristmas tree, chosen and marki d
Ions' before, must lie cut and carr ed
home with almost as much enthusiasm
as attended, In old times, the bringing
in of the Yule log. It is not only in
the decoration department that there
are great labors on foot the day tiefore
i Christmas. The kitchen is a veritable
hive of industry. The mince meat h.'.s
been prepare 1 days ago and has been
ripening in a great stone crock in the
cellar; but to-day the pies are to be
made oies of many kinds, as telits an
American household. Crullers and
doughnuts are to be mixed and fried,
cranherrv sauce t be, compounded, the
materials for the plum pudding to be
prepared, cakes, jellies, blancmanges,
tarts anu other gisjaies orougui w
state of nerfection.
Outside of tho kitchen there is an
air of subdued mystery. There have
been restrictions laid upon nearly every
memtier i f the family concerning his or
her free a 'cess ti some pa-t of the
house. The eldest bov, whose chie
desire for months has leen a bicycle
is warned to L'lve the woixlshed a wide
herth. Tho closet in the guost chanx
ber is forbidden ground to the mother,
while none of the children are allowed
ti) go near the linen-elosot, where
mamma hus stored her gifts.
Kvervthing in the house is in a state
of shining cleanliness by the timo the
day fulls. The house is fragrant with
odi rs of spruce an l pine and looks s ;
very bower of greenery by the time
that the tinkle of the sleigh lells it
more probably the rattle of tho wheel
for In tho-e degenerate days snow
does not always come for Christmas
announces the arrival of the guests.
From the city come the scattered
memtiers of the (look. who would travel
any distance rather than miss assem
ling for Christmas under the home
roof tree. They come with laden armf
and gay greetings, bringing in a rush
of colli air and a fresh influx of the
Christmas spirit. They are full ol
stories about the trip in the train, ol
the country people and their parcels,
of tho children going home to granil
father's for Christmas, of the parties ol
young people eager for a day's skating
or coasting, of tho crowds of vehicles
awaiting the travelers at the stations,
of the merry greetings, of the spirit ol
lovo and good-will that seemed to
bn.od over everything and ever
body. After dinner comes the
great event of the day the
event for which the children
fondly believed Christmas eve was first
devised- hang ng the stockings. Then
there is tho repetition of the never-old
always charming poem, "Twas the
night before Christmas." This is fol
lowed by an.d. us conjectures as to how
Santa Claus will manage his sleigh
and reindeer if there is no snow on the
ground, and then the little nes are
tucked away and left, "while visions
of sugar-plums dance through their
heads."
With tho first break of dawn on
Christmas morning there is a rustle
of excitement through tho house.
Ohostly forms flit through the halls
and happy voices shout "Merry Christ
mas'." from door to door. Then come
the hurried dressing, the jolly break
fast, the exchange of gifts ana all the
dear delights of the day of days.
There is no sound outside to distract
the attention from those joys. The
solemn silence of the country in winter
surrounds them on every side and
makes sweeter the mirth and cheer
within.
A few Christinas Hoot's.
Don't give a bottle of perfume to a
lady unless you are sure it is the sort
she prefers.
Don't send a box of ruled writing
paMT to a newspaper correspondent;
she would rather write on the paper In
which the grocer does up his tea.
Don't give a cookery Ixtok to your
washerwoman: she would much rather
have the ingredients.
Don't give a new pair of ill-fitting
gloves, or a justrlsjught fan that you
lind you don't like, to people who y u
thinK wifl appreciate these things.
They won't appreciate them. Good
Housekeeping.
Talking Through His llaf.
Fuller Briars Say, bubby, I'm Hantv
Claus. Hee? Homebody stole my clo'es
an' reindeer. Jus' give me a nickel an'
I'll give yer tw.cet as many thing
nex' Chris rails. -J,''
umsm
UT ill sound or
y irumpeu uiukd.
Mov who iDunaer
ings heard afar.
Aozel' whispers made It Known,
And the nblolng of a tar;
Not with banners fair unfurled
Came ihe child of our delight.
In the tlllnes of the world.
In the sllenee of the night
Not In pillared palace tail,
Wl.b its tapestries of soli,
Bui within a stable's stall
In the nieekness manifold;
Not In pomp of proud estate
Came tl;e child of our delight.
Known to shepherds, watching late.
In the silence of the night
Yet or. all the anxious earth
Neversurb a birth had been!
Nvr a momentous birth
That could nie in so much to men.
All ihe stings of Death were shorn
When the child of our delight
Came, and Life and Hope were born
In the silence of the night
Following the wandering star,
W tad men brought unto His feet
Precious favors from afar.
Ince nse and franklnceone sweet.
(What things precious shall we bear
To the child of our delleht
Praying that he Bud them fair.
In tho silence of the night?)
Now Cue sound of trumpets blown.
Anl t'ie thundering beard afar.
From glad steeples make It known
Of the shining of the star!
Be the banners bright unfurled
To Hie Lord of our delight.
In the gladness of the world,
In the glory of the nlxht!
A. W. Kbllaw.
NORA'S VICTORY.
T was Christmas
and the occasion
was to be appro
r riately observed
by tho people of
Tnompson's Cor
ners. All the
children, and old
folks, t oo, had
fathered at the
school house t o
take part in the
exercises and wit-ne-B
the distribu-
t.iim of nresents
Vi7c
from a frorireons Christmas tree. Nora ' tumult out there in the house, the ex
11s wai managing the evening fes- , hausting heat, and the flavor not quite
iv ties She had leen busy for days of the poorest. But what was this on
and davs with trips to town and joui-' the window pane Her name She
nevs to the school house. , bad not written her name She had
i,iBt nf it, all Nora had written -she hail written "Ed Morrow
...., onH t.hn what Christmas ,
,,! ,,.r heart was gentle, as i
hearts should be, when her tancy con
jured up the star in tho East; whon
t hat finer ear which never bends to less
than heavenly music caught the
rhythm of that anthem which 11 lied the
sky one distant night in a distant land.
Yet one thorn troubled her. She tried
to forget Ed Morrow and their quarrel,
but the thought would come back and
confront her. She remcmbeied how
happy she was in the summer time,
when she walked with him along this
same plain road and thrilled as a good
girl will when tho angel of true love
troubles the waters of her waiting soul,
li.. Vmrl u-nndored awav with the sun, as
the summer ended, and she heard of
him now and then from friends who
drove to Hendricks County. Once or
twice he hail drifted up to the borders
of her neighborhood, but she never
saw him. Humor, that agilo assassin,
declared he was "going with" Eliza
Haines, and honest Nora could w onder.
i tho millet, of her oain. what he found
in the girl to admire. He would come
to tho Christmas tree, and she must
sutler in silence while that brazen
creature sated her eyes with looking
upon her.
Everything was as ready as it could
Vie at tiio school-house. The day had
filled the eye of Christmas lovers.
Snow lay deep upon the ground, and
through it the sleigh tracks had beatr
en like a sort of canal between high
banks of white. Sleighbells rung a
greeting to laughing parties, rich with
life and hungry for enjoyment. Nora
did not conduct the exercises. She
only managed the manager, sending
the Sunday-school superintendent upon
the narrow stage to ask fur order and
announce successively the programme
numliers.
In I no iana we always aimed to min
gle some portion of the intellectual
with all our carnivals. There were
debating societies and the "reading
part" at singing schools: they were
declamations and original essays at
every gathering, till the sun of compo
sition waxed warm and full in the
season of revivals. To-night, l)e
sides the distribution of present,
there weie songs in which Nora
had trained the children: recitations
in which the children had mostly
trained themselves; a tableau or two
and a jubilant chorus. Nora, looking
through a peep hole in the curtain, saw
Ed Morrow sitting close up to the front,
but far away from the women. If he
camo with that girl he had done the
very ungraceful thing of leaving her
to shift for herself in a stranger com
pany and pushed his way to the point
most near the woman whose heart hail
followed him in all his wanderings. He
could not soo her and she stood for a
moment until time came for the outer
curtain to rise, filling her hungry eyes
with the blessed picture of his stalwart
frame perched up there a little higher
t'liin the test, his handsome face laugh
ing aliove a brilliant scarf, his bearded
lips parting to return a greeting from
sonm of the farmer boys. For Ed was
a favorite everywhere. Incn she
moved aside into what might lie oalleu j
the dressing-room, w hile the children I
sang:
In a manger, laid so lowly,
Came the I'rlnce ot Peace to earth;
While a rholr of angels holy
fang to celebrate his birth.
She tried to forget the man out
there beyond the curtain: tried to join
her heart with the swinging rhythm
of the carol; tried to think of that
older, better time when a still and
starry night like this brought the era
ol love, not ine season oi pain. line
was In the far, chill corner of the
room, for the moment alone. Tho
whole busy house was behind her. He
fore was the frost-painted window,
which curtained the outer night and
hid its glory from her brimming eyes.
Hbn was as distant from all familiar
oeneti as Judea's plains were distant
from this humble celebration of their i
Christmas birth Aad she wrote his
name with the our of hertujlng fork
on the thick, white frost f the win
dow pane.
Almost instantly the song was ended.
The curtain iell'wijj ihe slov.d. o
bedient movement of tvros' curtuius
every wbefe, and the children rus'ied
from toe narrow stuge to seJts by the.r
parents :n the crowded house. Then
came t ,e evening's great event. Dia
pe.ies w hich reached from the ceiling
were Darted and drawn aside, revea ing
the Christmas tree. It was Noras
work, and s-he knew the whirlwind of
cheering down there in the house held
something of compliment to her. It
was noisy and rude: she knew that.
But she knew as well that hir labor
was rewarded, for she had added an
hour i f enjoyment to scores t lives.
From that time on she had no mo
ment to herself. The piesents were
distributed, each pupil of the Sunday
school was wall remembered, and si
lent charity did there, i s it does in the
laced and flowered churches of tne city,
its silent mission of blessing. Time
and again, as the girl passed nere and
there deftly directing her clumsy iier
curys, who carried common messages,
she saw the black eyes of Eliza Haines:
Baw the lifted, proud face, and fancied
she read some lesson of trouble. Hut
she could not rise to the level of sympa
thy. She had lost so much to the gau
dy worr:an, suffered so much at the
shrine of the buxom beauty, that she
could rot quite hear the echo of that
midnight mandate:
-l'eare on earth."
Fortunately, as she saw, moment after
moment, with a woman's swift vision,
that rising cloud of disappointment in
her rL'il s countenance, she thought it
was because no present had been be
stowed. Never thinking that Kliza
might bo mourning a thrall's enfran
chisement, Nora almo-t came to the
point where she wished some pre.-ent
might be found on the bending branch
es of this woman whose Christmas was j
surely not a season of joy. Hut that
brought with it the fear that such a
present might mean t jo much. And j
every strange parcel handed up to the j
Superintendent that' he might read j
the name of the favored mortal, gave j
Not a the haj.piest pain. How easy for
Kd to have humbled her and exalted
Kliza by the simple device of sending
to the tree a wide silk handkerchief, a
box of candies or a toilet case?
The busy moments were over at last,
and Nora turned a,'ain from the littered
stage and passed into tho dressing
room. There seemed no reason for it,
but he heart wa; crowded full of most
untimely sorrow. She came close to
tho cola winnow ana trica to lorgei tee
im there in tho mellow
sou of the
('hristmas
frost. And here above it
was her own his in the fair, round
lines of a girl's chlregraphy, hers in :
tho strong, rugged sweep of a man's
swift hand. She turned with a start '
and a little scream, and there was Ed
Morrow, with his arms alwut her and
his lips on her brow Ed Morrow, who
said nothing, out comiorieu ner wun
ed ner wnn
the slow, quiet p: cssure of his left hand,
while hj took up the tuning fork from
the widow sill and swung a circle clear
around both names , engraved on the
frosty pane.
Nora had llown in an instant from the
last dav of the Christian year quite to
its first, then back again. And on the
way
she gathered something of the
spirit which had always armed her.
"What made you writo my name above
yours. Ed?" she asked, as she stood
alone before him. "Because it belongs
there," said the young man quickly.
"Eot's commence to-night and never
quarrel any more." j
That was their compact and they j
passed together out through the house,
trading swift compliments with a hun- !
dred friends, till they reached the
door. Then, just as they stepped from
the battered threshold to the creaking ,
snow, a woman turned upon them,
flashing a face thut was rich in its :
beauty but marred by its hate. "1
wish you much joy," she said, with jeal
ous bitterm s i. It was E.i.a Raines.
Uncle Zeb Turkeys com' high dis
y'ar. Brother Way back Yea, day's
high, but wa'i gwlne to hab 'em.
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Turkeys Come High.
ft
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ii, inn postmen.
pontuien.
They keep oar
be arts agog.
More popular tiaa
must men.
As steadily toey
jog.
They bring us Joy sow
sorrow.
They bring us peace
and pain;
But ve are glad to
morrow To welcome tbsai
again.
Her form behind the
shutter
The pretty girl in
stalls; Her heart is in a flut
ter. Whene'er the post- 'A
man calls. i.
And if ber lover's mis
sive Does not arrive In
time.
The wretched letter-
carrier
Feels guilty of a crime!
Be brings us bills that
make us
Feel very, rery blue.
And swagger Invita
tions To "swell" recep
tions, too.
fometimes a check Of
value
From publishers not
blind.
But oftener tho p eu
Respectfully de
clined '1 he time of Merry
ChrUtmas
Is bound to make him
sad.
For. loaded like a wagon,
Are quire sumcieut
cause
No reindeer carry him
about
This modern Santa Claus
It may be but a fancy.
But I shouldn't think,
I own.
Somnambulistic postmen
Were ever, ever known.
A .1 H I'm u i, rn nil ftnat
,, mun's baby
hit i j a i.
in vvuuiu over ucva t
To make Its wearv father
li Trot with It half tho
night!
PRESENTS FOR OLD PEOPl-E.
What to Give Grandma and Grandpa few
Christmas.
It As hard to select presents for those
who have passed the sunny side of life
and who no longer take an active inter
est in its frivolities, its fads and ita
changes of fashion. Grandma and
randpa are dear old. people, with
earts as young as the youngest, and
i . , K, . :..-t.hin
; ' ce expect graddpa to
begin wearing a new style watch-chain.
in a new way, nor will grandma wans
a set oi me new-iangieu uuirpiua.
! "Such things are pretty on young peo
! pie," says grandma and grandpa, with
; a smile and a sigh. "But the old way
I is the best for us after all." What,
; then, can one select for the occupants
I of the armchair? What can one give
' them which will ba just the thing
needed for comfort and luxury?
Grandpadoes not care for many orna-
! menis, qui ne is iodu oi a nice iiecaura.
(.kit him one or two, just like those he
j usually wear.s, and give them to him
j with a gold-letter pin standing for his
last namo, which can he meu lor a
scarf-pin if he fancies it. He probably
has a cane. But has he a nice black
silk umbrella? Has he a storm-coat?
Does he own a pair of the new kind of
high cloth overshoes? Has he a pair
of lined gloves for cold weather? Has
ho a cap which sits snugly on his head
when the wind blows? Notice the
styles in these things, gently sound his
tastes and buy accordingly. If he likes
to smoke notice the style of his favor
ite pipo and get another just like it.
Get him a pound of his favorite tobacco
and put it in a fine tobacoo jug. So
much for grandpa!
Grandma likes neck trimmings, if
they be after her style. Observe and
select the right things. If she has no
chair of her own in the dining-room,
give her one which shall be more com
fortable, porhaps, than the dining
chair. Give her an individual set of
pretty plates, cup and saucer and but
ter dish for hor own use. Notice If she
has plenty of cushions and footstools ia
her room. There are little creature
comforts, too, of which grandma Is very
fond. She could make use of a tiny gas
stove for warming teas and broths.
And a broth-cup, with a saucer which
fits on top, is sure to bo treasured.
Warm, soil suppers, gay to oenoia;
lamb's wool petticoats, snug woolen
jackets and great downy robes for the
bath are deemed very delightful for
grandma, who should have every sim
ple luxury. Both grandma and grand
pa have foibles. You probably know
what they are. Watch for them and
then it will be easy to select your gift.
At Yule-Tlde.
Helzho, the Winter! the bluff old fellow.
In meadow and field be roars amain.
ine maple, tmib mra was uoca u in yeuirw,
lias doffed Its leaves in the Ktisty lane.
Hol-'ho. Sweetheart! I will find thy tippet.
Thy dainty hood for thy golden head,
And out in the frosty air we'll trip It,
And over the stubble gaylv tread.
Heigho, the Winter! be brings the holly,
The frolic of Yule's enchanted tree;
And tho mlsi letoe now, by my folly.
There will be a kiss for thee and mel
Heigho, Sweetheart! with a "Hey dowa
derry"
We'll sack the wood of Its treasures now.
But oh, there's never a bramble berry
Ia half so red as thy Up, I vowf
Nelly Booth Simmons, in Ooday's,
A Christmas Card.
I have no purse of gold, my dear,
Wltb which to buy you dainty things!
The purse Is empty, and the gold
lias flown away as If on wings;
So, sweetest wife In all the world,
Tho' you possess the greater part,
I'll give to yon on Christmas Day
Another fractlom of sty heart
Thoughtful Haabaad.
Tse trying ter raise money nouga
ter git my wife a new drees for Ohruw
mas, sah," aald Unci Ebony to Mr.
Feathers tone. "Ah, I aw: you wast
me to give you some ehoi ato do, ma
ele, ehy" ''Well, no, sah: I tor.
perhaps you ecu 14 git da oil lady u
at washta', mh."-&k Emit.
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