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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 16, 1898)
SSSBmstMM , iSHBW-tlMWJ" IWW 7'VJ rsfciv f" LV ' V'W N :" "- THE RED CLOUD CHIEF. ,,v -w. L i n '1 3 ;i 'i i' '! ! '' !: x-:--m w&xw:mw$:-j MY POOR WIFE. BY J. P. m:-:-wmm-x- ciiapter, XIII. It wan dawn a cold, misty dawn as I stepped, with a mufuod tread, to ny dressing room. I stopped and looked at my elcoplng wife, and, na 1 looked, tho Ghostly Idea struck mo thnt I wna not looking Into tho features ot a Bleeping, but n dead woman. Tho ntony rigid repo3e, tho waxen color ot tho skin, tho ilxed look of pain about tho drawn mouth, nil seemed to con firm tny.fenr, until, lcaulng closer, n faint breath fanned my check and sho moaned feebly. I atolo away, swal lowed a gla-eg of brandy, threw myself upon a couch In my dressing room and eoon sank Into iin uneasy dose. Hel en's slccnlun faco haunted mo. I dreamt that bIio was lying dead on tho cliff whero wo had so often sat togeth er, and thnt when I stooped to lift her tody In my arms a pair of bony hands closed fiercely round my throat, stran gling my cries for mercy, drngged mo to tho edgo of tho cliff, whero I fierce ly Gtruggled for my llfo. Tho hand3 I know belonged to old Molly Griffin: but tho faco glowurlng over mo was young William Hcrnshnw'a, distorted with passion. At last, with a violent tvrench, I frcrd ono arm, and seizing tho hand pressing my throat, awoke to find Helen leaning over mc, drag (Ing her wrist from my clutch. I looked at her stupidly for a sec ond. "I I am doing you no harm," sho laid, her eyca dickering and glaring at mo stealthily. "I camo to seo why "by you had not como to bod. Let wo go, let mo go, I say you hurt me." I at onco dropped her hand, and sho tan quickly away to her own room. ' I did not seo hor again until break font, when nho appeared In a llvoly, talkative mood nnd civilly disposed towards both Edith and mo, though sho povcr onco looked U3 In tho face, but .kept her eyes almost closed or fasten ed to hor plutc. After giving somo household orders sho went out, and, standing by tho window of my study, I watched her for somo tlmo pacing a retired corner of tho kitchen, gnrden with a swift, monotonous stride; nt last tho movement becarao so repug nant to mo that, scarcely heeding what I wna doing, I throw opon tho window and called out to her: "Helen, I'm going to the club this morning; haven't you any shopping to do? The dog cart will bo round In half nn hour. "No, nono," sho answered, after a moment's pause. "Besides, I havo an engagement this afternoon. Ask Miss Stopford; sho Is suro to havo somo Ehopplng to do." 8ho hp.d, and wo started presently, returning very hot nnd dusty lato In tho afternoon to find that Holcn had failed to kcop hor engagement, which Edith casually Informed "mo was a drlvo to tho Flower Show at Brlcrs wood with Sir William Hernshnw. "It was so hot, I felt too lazy to dress; I hope you had a pleasant drive," Bho said drowsily, her eyelashes i etill sweeping her checks. "Almost unbearable coming back," 1 nswored, throwing myself upon ft coat by the open window. "I am near ly choked with dust; I feci I could swallow a quart ot claret and sodn." "I'll get some," said Holcn, going to wards .tho dining room, and presently returning with a cool, frothing tum bler, which sho handed to mo and tbon stood behind my chair. I turned, laid my hand on her arm, and sold gently: "Holen, teirmo what Is tho matter with you. Why will you not look at tnc wlfo?" Sho did not move or answer a word, though I repeated my inquiry almost coaxlngly, ns ono would question a pottlsh, wayward child. I withdrew my hand nnd lifted, sigh ing wearily tho glass, when suddonly, with a" loud cry, sho dashed It from my lips, tho liquid squirting up Into xny face, flowing down my Bhlrt and -collar and streaming onto tho carpot. tfhoro tho glass lay broken. Suing to tho quick by tho insulting vlolenco of tho act, I sprang to my foot, glaring spocchlessly at hor until Edith, whoso presonco I was not awaro of, ran eagorly towards mo and passed her handkerchief over my wet faco and neck. "How dare you?" I stammered , tioavsoly. "What do you mean? Aro you mad?" Helen burBt Into a wild, loud laugh. "Yes, yos, mad mad as a March tare mad mad tho maddest wife over a true hUBband had. Oh, 'my poor head my poor head It aches It aches! A broath of sea nlr would do It good a breath of nea air!" she moanod, listlessly moving away. I went too, for oven Edlo's soft touch and pitying oyes wcro moro than 1 could bear. Ordering my horse, I avo him his head, rodo across country as If following the swiftest hounds that ever ran a fox to earth. I knew not wtilthor or how far Ivwent;-it woa night when tho poor brute, lame, foot eore, crawled up tho avenuo again. Edith was waiting tor mo on tho door etcp, and led mo Into tho dining-room, whoro a tempting mippor was hid. "Eat, eat," Bho said; "you look thot- yjghly exhausted, poor dear." YuV'She," I bogan nervously. ty "Sho has bcon perfectly qulot over plncc, lockod up In hor room. Don't troublo about her uow; sho'U ho all SMITH. right tomorrow, you'll And Now, dear boy, to supper, plcaso." Tho next morning I was awakened from n dreamless sleep by tho houso keeper, Mrs. Murray a valued and trusted sorvant who had served tho family for nearly forty years rou3lug mo violently. "What Is It?" I asked, sitting up In my bed with a vaguo feeling of nppro honnlon. "IIos anything happened?" "Hush, hush, master Paul," sho said agitatedly, "wo must keep It quiet as long ns wo can. Something haB hap pened. Sho has gone." "My wlfo?" "Yes, when I went Into' her room this morning I found It empty nnd tho bed not slept In; sho U not In any part of tho Iioiiho grounds. That Is till I can tell ypu." Urging her to keep tho other ser vants In Ignoranco It possible, 1 dressed hurrlodly, nnd, my mind distracted with wrath, suspicion, vaguo terror and jealousy, sought in vain for any trace ot my unfortunato wife. Sho had disappeared completely, without leav ing n noto or messngo; no ono had soon or heard her quit the house, nnd, after a guarded Inquiry nt tho station, I as certained thnt oho had not been ob- sorved by cither guards or station master taking any of tho morning or lato nlght-trnlii3. Towards mid-day, feverish with anxiety, cntlroly bafllod, I roturncd home. Calling Mrs. Mur ray, I begged her to get by portman teau ready, as I waa leaving at once. "Whero to what are you going to do toll mo, Mnstor Paul?" she plead ed, with a Bhaklng volco. "I'm going after him," I answered chokingly; "don't bother me, wotn nn, but got my things quick!" "Him who's him?" "Hornsbuw; ho loft the Grange last night." "Woll, well, sir you know your own business best; but I think you'ro go Inn on a fool's errand after him. I'd look olsewhoro If I wero you." I colzcd her hands as a drowning man would n Btr.vw. "Elscwhcro?" I repealed. "What do you mean? Murray, Murray, you know, you guess whero sho 13. Ok don't koop mo In suspense! It you knew what horrlblo thoughts torturo mo!" "I know io moro than you, sir, whore sho Is," sho Interrupted sadly. J,'By clsowhero I think I meant somowhere nonr tho sea. For tho last week sho's boen talking nbout tho Eoa, nnd sea gulls, nnd rooks nnd things o' tho kind, and complaining of a pain In her head nnd n mistiness over hor oyca." "Of courso, ot course," I broko In eagerly. "What a short-sighted, dull fool I'vo boon! Sho's gono to Done gal I I'll start after her at onco and bring hor homo beforo tho talcs get about, Murray, I rely on you " "You may, sir; I'll do my best, ncvor fear," sho said linpresslvoly, laying her hand on my arm to detain mo. "But but, Master Paul, forglvo mo eaytng what I'm going to say. Having known you from your cradle, ntul, as It woro, playing tho part of mother to you when your own was taken bo young "Firo ahead!" I burst In lmpatlontly. "You know you can say what you llko to me, Murray." "Then, Master Paul," sho whispered hurriedly, "tako my advice, and, before you bring your wlfo homo, sond tho othor away." "Murray!" I stammered, releasing myself. "What nonsonso you talk! It'a It's you who aro on tho wrong track now. Ed Miss Stopford 's prosenco hero has had nothing to do with tho unfortunato misunderstanding with my poor wife how could It?" Tho old woman laughod bitterly, and moved away, shaking hor head. I pur sued her uneasily. "Listen to mo, nnd I'll convince you. Holen Tiovor know, uover even sus pected that I I had onco cared for Miss Stopford. Sho believed I looked upon her as a sister whom I jvas brought up with; she ncvor objected to hor staying hero, Indeed sho went at onco to the General tho moment tho visit was suggested; never showed the faintest sign of of dlsllko or jealousy. Oh, do stop nodding that ridiculous gray old head of yours!" I burst out Impatiently. "Say what wou mean and havo dono with It." "Blind, blind, blind!" Bhe repeated, looking nt mo with pitying reproach. "Your wlfo know you loved MIsb Edith the first day you met her hero, nnd, though sho has beon fighting against the knowledge trying to decelvo hor solf It has been of no uso; day nttcr day tho truth has been burning into her poor heart, turning her very brain until sho could bear It no longor, and now sho has tied from her pain." "If this bo true," I muttered hoarse ly, "as snro as thoro Is a Heaven above I had rot tho faintest at least not n reasonable or tangible suspicion of such a thlug being tho case? How how should I? Bho sho never com plained ncvor reproached mo" "But sho loved you, Master Paul lovod you ns few men are loved by women oven by tho truest or best of thorn. You had no reasonable bus ptclon of that, had you? Ah, no, o And, loving you ns sho did, how could you over expect her not to ceo what overy visitor who camo to tho house, overy sorvnni. About tho placo, saw and commented on?" "What did they see confound them?" I blustered wrathtully. "Saw that you woro keeping sweetheart and n wlfo under ono root," tho old servant retorted bluntly; "saw your faco brighten whon you looked nt tho one, hoard your volco Bofton when you spoko to her: saw you pass ing notes to ono another, riding to gether, slipping away together ten times a day; meeting after dark, whis pering together. Ah, Master Paul, Master Paul, docn not your con6cionco this moment toll ou what they oaw and what brings tho color Into your faco so cruel hot this mlnuto7 Thcro I've spoken out no you bado mo, and I'vo cald too much I daro say; but I couldn't help It. Send mo about my business, If you like. I couldn't help It; It was wrong wrong!" CHAPTER XIV. Without voitchsntlng ft reply, I solzed my porttunnteau, and flung It Into thn dog-cart waiting to tako me to tho station. Tho next evening, worn out with suspenfo nnd nnxlcty, I Lighted tho old farm-hoiiRO ou the hill. Mrs. Casey was 111 In bed, Mlko In formed mo, and could not soo nny ono, no matter how urgent or Important tholr business. She know nothing whntcvor of my wlfo, or heard from her slnco sho took my nnmo, or heard fiom hor within tho last threo months. Sho begged mo to go awny and lot hor leavo this world In peace Sho wished to bo troubled no moro with tho af fairs of this world, nnd, it I Insisted on forcing myself Into hor presonco, would refuEO to glvo mo Bpeecu. I walked slowly away and stood on tho edge of tho cliff atarlng out to sea, wondering whither to turn, what to do noxt, whon old Molly touched my el bow, and, turning to her, hopo and ro- Ucf llKhtcncd mo In n flnsh. "Molly, you bring mo now.i. She Is with you," I began cngcrly, and then stopped Bhort ns sho mournfully Bhook her head. "No," sho said, taking tho plpo from hor mouth, "I bring yo no nows. I only heard halt tin hour ago what had bnppcncd. And tho 'ould wan wouldn't seo yo. wouldn't sho? I was ntter thlnkln' eho wouldn't." "You know nothing; you cannot help mo?" I repented blankly. "Oh, don't ray that!" "Nothing, my lad nothing, bno hr.sn't been hero, nn' I don't think sho'U como now, poor llttlo thing; yo began to 111-uso her soon enough, Heaven known! Well, woll, I'm not surprised. I thought It would all end that way: but not co soon oh, not so cruel soon!' she repeated, with n harsh laugh. "Yo might hnvo spared her for wan yenr nt tho lalst, for Bho loved yo true." "Molly," I cried vehemently, "you you don't understand. Listen,. '"! I I tell you I would glvo ovoryVa th ing I possess, my llfo Itself, to And hor uow safo and well nnd and teach her to forglvo me! Do not judgo mo so hurohly; but help mo, help mo, for thoro's not a moment to bo lo3t!" "I'll holp yo ns woll ns I ran," Bha said, after a searching glance, "tor I seo yo'ro sorry, but I'm fcard my help won't go far. Sit down besldo mo, an' I'll toll yo hor mother's story to begin with. If yo haven't hocrd It already bo- llke." "Her mother died when Bhe was an Infant, sho told mo." "Ay. When sho was four days old her mother stole out o' tho bed ono wild night In Novombor, nn' flung her self from tho stono on which ycr alt tin' down to tho beach below. Sho was picked up in tho bay noxt morn In by tho boya comln' homo from tho flshln', ovory bono In her body broko to bits as cruel a sight as Ivor me ould eyes fell on. I couldn't get It out o' mo sight for months after." (To bo Continued.) Tnvenlla Joke. "Woll, Johnnlo," said tho minlotor to a llttlo follow, nged C, "I hear you aro going to school now." "Yea, air, waa tho roply. "And what part of It do you llko best?" asked tho good mau. "Comln' home," wna tho prompt and truthful answer. Harry; nged 5, had his photograph taken recently, and when tho proof was sont homo hlo mamma said he looked too solemn and asked him why he didn't smile. "I did smilo, mamma," replied tho llttlo follow, but I guess tho man forgot to put It down." "Mamma," asked llttlo Wllllo, "did Danlol Webster build tho dUtlonary?" No, dear; it was Noah; but why do you ask?" said hla mother. "Why," replied tho youngster, "ourtoachor said that Noah built tho ark, nd I thought ho might have got Danlol to build tho dictionary for him If ho was busy." Tommy, aged G, and his cousin Wil lie, nged C, had eovcral llttlo alterca tions, In which Tommy invariably got tho worst of it. Ouo day hla mamma said to him: "Tommy, to-morrow Is Willio's birthday; wouldn't you llko to glvo him something?" "You Just bettor bcllovo I would," ras tho reply; "but, you eco, ho's bigger than 1 am and I can't." Llttlo 5-yoar-old Clara's papa had bcon away on a protracted business trip nnd her mamma was. putting things In ordor and making sundry preparations for his return. Clara watched her closely for awhllo and thon obsorved: "Mamma, you mnko as much fuss as old Mr. Prodigal," "What do you mean, dear?" naked her mother. I never hot.rd of Mr. Prodigal," "Oh, yea, you did, mamma," wna tho reply. ".Don't you know, tho blblo tolls about what ft fiiM ho made whon his con camo back?" PLATING SANTA CLATJS1 OTHER, will fianln Claim bring um a sleigh tomorrow? I would, rather have a nlclgh than any thing vino in tho world. "When I paseed Mr. Dniil.lt k'H store hut u Ir.ii t It wae ', ot fclelghfl," tuld Archlo ptcis- cntly, "but they were nil marked one dollar niul a half, nnd I hnvu only twenty 11 vo cent pieces In my bank." "Bring mo the bntiv," said his moth- cr, opening hor poekctbook. In another moment Archie Blood be fore his mother rattling tho cuius In tho small tin box. "If I gho you ten moro llvo-ccnt pieces," Mild his mothor.miillltig, "how much will you have then?" "Ono hundred and fifty cents," cried Archie, laughing aloud. "May 1 go and buy tho slolgh now?" "Yes," wild hla mother, "but 1 want some of thoso lovely red berries I taw In, tho wood yesterday. Thoy would look do nleo among tho evergreen. And besides, grandma ami your auutu lovo them bo." "I'll bring you n lot," said Archie. In a few moments ho was running down tho road toward Mr. Dunkirk's Btoro. As ho passed a tiny cottage on tho way n very small boy pitbhed opon tho window nnd shouted: "Santa Claua Is going to bring mo n sleigh tonight." "How do you know. Dick?" naked .'treble. "Ellen told mo so," said Dick. Archlo hnd never hcnn tho llttlo fel low's faco look so bright ami happy. Ho knew that Dick lived alone with his sister, who, though only 15 yonra old, worked hard nil day long In the big silk factory to support herself and hor brother. And ns Archlo walked toward Mr. Dunkirk') ntnro ho thought n great deal of Dick's happy face. Archlo took a long time choosing his Eloign, co when his selection was mado and ho started off pennllesi but happy, dragging a wonderful red nnd green sleigh after him, It was almost dark. Aa ho turned n comer suddenly ho ran against a girl standing In tho road. It was Dick's slbter, and sho was cry ing. "What Is the matter?" nnkod Archie. "Why don't you go homo?" "I I can't benr to sop Dick. I prom ised him n sleigh nnd I rpollcd n lot of utile today and have been dismissed from tho workB without my week's pay." .' Sho gnvo ono look nt Archie's now sleigh and hid her faco ou tho fonco rail. Tho tcara wero In Archie's cyca as ho wont on his way. When ho reach ed tho llttlo cottage ho stood still be hind n grcnt bush outsldo of tho gate. Llttlo Dick was still peeping out. Ar chlo watched tho eager faco for Eoveral momenta, thon, when tho child left tho window, ho ttolo sofely through tho llttlo garden and up the rickety atops. Then, fastening tho rope of hlo benutl ful now sleigh to tho door knob, no gavo threo loud raps and ran away. Ho heard Dick open tho door und shout: "Oh! oh! oh! See what Santa Clnus has brought mo!" Suddenly Archlo remembered tho berries ho had promised to bring his mother. "It Is not dark yet," he said, "and I know Just whero to find thotu." Ho cUmbcd tho fenco at-tho sldo ot tho road and wont toward a thick clump ot trees. It was eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and at Archlo'a houso his mother stood nt tho door looking white and frightened. His father, with u lan tern In hla hand, tstood In tho road. Archlo had not como home. "I havo been to Mr. Dunklrk'a store," said Archlo'a fother. "Ho left beforo dark. Now I will search tho wood." Somo ono thoutcd, "Hello! hello! hello!" "Thero ho Is now!" cried Archlo'a mother. "I nra so gladl" and sho ran down the road toward tho volco. Tho first person thoy met was Ellen, pulling a beautiful new red nnd green Elolgh over tho smooth snow, and on MADE TWO HAPPY. It was llttlo Dick, and Archlo with hla arms full ot red berries. "Oh, where havo you been?" said his mother, as ho ran to meet hor. "I went to thn woods for tome ber ries nnd my coat caught In a branch and I could not get It away. If it had not beon tor Ellen I might have been hanging thero yet." "How can I over thank you?" eald Archie's mother, turning to Ellen. "I saw him go Into the wood," re plied Ellen, "uftcr ho put this beauti ful alclgh on our doorstep (or Dick. Sa iSf fcWW havo searched till night. lijy ,.. &,;.,, do enough for hltn. Ho U jf est. best llttlo fellow lrv'i5 laid, turning, sho hurrli.. - ' Tho next morulas when Archlo rushed Juto tho room whero tho Christ mas tree stood loaded down with gifts, he found beneath It un oxprosa wagon, and on thu wngun was a beautiful red and utccti nlclgh, exactly llko tho ono hn had given to Dick. Well, Archlo was very hnppy that day, but ha often thought of Ellen and poor llttlo Dick, ami whon the odor of roasted turkey aud mluco pics crept through thu house ho wondered it they would hava tiny Cbrlatmaa din ner. He asked bin mother nbout It ns sho wna brushing IiIh hair. Sho only klB cd htm for reply, but In tho dining room, where all tho family from far and near woro assembled tiround tho table heaped with all manner of good things, sho said: Archie, romo hero and wolcomo your guents," and ho found htmsolt tented between a pretty young girl drcBBcd lu whllo nnd a very small boy In n new milt of clothes. H was Ellen and her brother Dick. ClirlMmn Tho Ml tie Chll.ln-ii. Wo love llttlo children. They nro the future. No period of life In moro full ot Interest thnn thnt nt childhood. Wo watch tho expanding mind of it linn boy iih we do tho unfolding ot n llowcr. Childhood Is tho prlmroso aca son of life; nnd when wo seo n clus ter of llttlo Innocent urchins nround tho health, If our wlnhca could bo re alized all their after tlaya should bo those of sunshine and happlnoss. Wo llko children and Bjmpathlzo In all their llttlo griefs nnd Khnro In nil their blhirloiiN nnd boisterous murrlincnt. In this season ot festivity thoy should never bo forgotten. Send them early to bed on Christmas eve.on good tcrnn with thcmnelvcD and nil tho rest of tho world, and then till their suspended utockliiRB fur tho bounties ot St. Nich olas with trinkets and toys, and glvo them good and useful artlclcu of tho season. Oh, tho pleasures of thoso of fices! Norm but n parctit ever did or over can conceive them. Look at their bright nnd shining facca In tho morn ing and read your reward In their as tonishment nnd gratitude. Pnrcntu, neglect not your llttlo folka at thm Bcason of tho year. You purchaso n largo amount ot happtnesa at u trifling cost. Never bo unmindful of your duty In this respect. Plcaso your chil dren on proper occaBloua nnd they will plcaso you In after life. rrrnpnti Como lllfili. "Wlnnlo got a diamond ring for her ChrlBtmas.'i "How did she got It?" "Hung up her stockings." "Jack, of courso? But how did Jack get It?" "Hung up his watch." CHRISTMAS CAROL. Hark! thoso strains, so sweetly falling, On that festal morn! To our hearts aro thoy recalling, Christ, our King, waa boru. Ho has como to glvo n blessing To tho poor, tho sad; He tins come with kind caressing, Muklng children glad. Chorus: Hark! those strains eo sweetly fulling, On that festal morn; To our heart they are recalling, Christ, our King, was born. Hlo wo to tho lowly manger, At the vlllngo Inn; Let us greet tho wondrous stranger Saving nil from sin; Let us bring a royal treasure, Llko tho wlso of old; Lovo Hlncero and without measure Better far than gold. Chorus. Hirk, etc. p What though wintry winds are blow ing Leaves from oft tho tree; Aud no moro tho flocks uro lowing, On tho upland lea; Christ each llttlo Iamb Is tending, Folding it with caro; From tho storms of llfo defending, From Its chllllns air. Chorus. Hark, etc. May those angels, at tho dawning. Singing In tho sky, Ever with a kindly warulng Bid tho tempter fly. When no more on earth Is glvon Joy llko this today, May Eiich mossrngcnr of heaven Bear our souls awny, Chorus. Hark, etc. A riiouomonou. When Cbrlatmaa comci with - merry pace Tho Email boy Li a peach; His etomach Is tho resting placo Of vcrythlug In reach s SOME FWt & II 13 A It tho winds that sweep tho moor, I know tho wnves nro high. And far above the stormy coast doth bond an inky sky; I'm waiting still to groot my boy who promlsod would como I'vo longed nnd waited many yeara. I'vo watched tho apcochlcsa sea, But Botncwhero In tho dlatanco all tho Seagull far from mo; Each ChrlBtmastldo I Met hla chair be foro tho chestnut lire, And wait for footsteps at the door to bring mo my dculro. Tho roso has faded on, tho mead, and winter crownB tho wold, Aud In tho vlllngo Cbrlatmaa balls ring out thq.Rtory old, But drnr to nil tho world, how In tho uoft nnd scented hay, In Judah'ii land bolovcd by all, th gentle Chrlst-chlld lay. 1 ntlr tho flro and wnlt for Joo, for uomcthlng uiiexprcaicd Tells mo that I shall foci again th hand ho often blessed, That from tho tropica far away, or from tho lands of snow Tho missing nhlp will bring tho boy who left mo long ago. Tho gulls nro ucrcamlnn whero tho wavca In fury IbbIi tho ahore. And Chrlutmaa finds mo nil alone with sorrow nt my door. Yet In my henrt thero blooniB a flow'r both dcllcato and fair Tho ropo ot Hopo which angol hands havo sweetly plantod thoro. Was that tho storm king at my door! Or did I hear a hand? Who comes to wish mo woll today o'er snowy sen nnd land? This Christmas I would wait alone within my llttlo homo For Joo, who told mo with a kiss tbat como day ho would como. It was n knock, I opo the door. What stranger gueat la thin? Unllko tho tall nnd gallant youth whoso cherished volco I miss. Wbatl back at last? It cannot be, yet 'tis his stnllo, I know, And Christmas brings my darling homo dcBplto tho swirling anow, Ayo, thro' tho tompest and the sea ho cornea to kcop his word, And now I know thnt far above the widow's prayer was heard; Thcro titenla Into my llttlo room a lltfit llko that which fell Upon tho plains ot Bethlehem waea watched tho shepherds well. I place him at tho tablo and I look In to hla face, Tho whllo tho village bolls ting out tholr hymns ot peace and grace; And Joo gives back the same old salte bo full of lovo and joy, Tho smllo that made me happy when . l Mifto' ";!'" '-mmJm bo, wna a little hoy. f vf i 4? I read of Chrlstmastldcs within the palaces of old, Where kings and princes merry, make beneath a cloth of gold; But I would rather sit today within our llttlo home, And bless the God who brought me Joe , across tho crested foam. T. 0, Harbauga, "Undo Theodore, what Is tho CkrUt-jw J mus nnlrlt?" " 1 "It la that genial joy jf ""V-v., ,h "jU ..mi illEnnvor that wnll (. ft . ,4 enough to 0 round." Meteorological 'H k.- L-v TS ."What !o croon Chrh' f '"'flfer r .l-l "A groon Chrlntmaa?i"'1 " tlmo when W S 12? of holly uwiijrf.neJx 05 sWiftrtfr-ioQ, r wj ms ((I'J r l (fl I 51 , , 171 ijiy'' "a'lli .t' nnn mnnunuiliiiaiiiii nuiwrliril 11 limirii i ilm i otl.m ifitiyMWHWrtSMlMWHMM''llM