The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, December 14, 1911, SECTION TWO, Image 10
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It stood on a high hill In tho midst of n great city; nnd every Sunday, aa well nH on sacred days like Chrlntmas, thousands Of UCOIllo clllilliPfl thn ffinaPBff Chrlntmas, thousands ! (1 I v' MiTnT of people climbed the A I & I inr hill to Its great archways, look C1 J PI I l u Ins llko llnea of ants all moving Tyi Jf W I hill to its great nrchwayB, look ing llko lines of ants all moving iu mo same direction. U ono corner of the church wnn n great gray towor, with ivy growing uvui u u mr up rb ono could boo. I Bay ns far as one could aco, becauso tho tower was qulto groat enough to fit tho groat church, and it roso bo far into tho Bky that it was only in very inir weamer that any ono clulmod to bo ablo to see tho top. Now all tho people know that nt the top of the tower was a chime of Christ mas bells. They had hunir them nvnr i iu vuo B.iuiu airecuon. A ' since tho church bad boen built, and were the most beautiful bells in thn unrid groat mualclnn had caat them and arrnnjred them in thX n nr X. "!..? It was because of tho great holght, which reached up whore tho air was clear, est and purest; however that might be. no ono who had ever heard tho chimes fSSSSi-?Jt thv 75e the rBttcai ,n tne worl- Some described them as SSSSnSSSfSlSS' ,n the Bky: othor8' as Mlag ,,k0 AifwinS w iB JSS.'SI! JSrJSS -"8 were Chrlstmaa chimes, you see, and 2SnH!LdlyB' J?P fU8tom J ?hi?f ihS cthurch th0,f offorJn88 to thn miiain tuZ -i.7- T.r ir. Zrrr "-"" .ru" . l" ""simna ..., .0b years mey had nover boen heard. It was Bald that neonla hnh been growing less careful of their gifts for tho Chris "hlld and thS no oil ing was brought, groat enough to deserve the music 5 llo' chimes llrvriroCiltraaS Er..th0 r.,ch I"30"10 8tl crowded to the aHar; each ono K5nbrg,8.0mo,?etteI 8ft than nny othr. without giving anything that h. " lA ,or. ,h,m80,f' nnd tho church was crowded with those who thoucht ?5lcrwrntnionrdndnCnr!,Ul.,I,nC,,8W,n!Bht b? hard ga,n " ' ffhoSS"?K ffi.tafflj .nnnthe,B0tonrowgefr.P,",ty' n'y th rar f tD0 W,nd 3? n n,1,mbor of m,l0 om tho city, in a little country village, where fh gn.h"ld l, Rcon,r tho Breat church but glimpses of tho "Tor when w.roathor,w?." flTl0 "vcd a by nnmcd Pedro. n h8 little brother Thlv SrXW1"?. bUt !o Chrlstmos chimes but they had hSrt o r tUo ad nftnn Eu, 'J"1" on. chr'8tma8 Evo, and had a secret plan, which they Station. VOf Whn by thomselve8. to go to soo the beautlM colj. thl'Jl0b?fy4 can guef 8 L,tt,e Brother," Pedro would say, "all tho fine thlncs 2EiELt0 Se " hca5: nd l have cven he,ird t said that the ChriBtS nA Z i?e ??? to D,CBB tne BcrvIco- What " wo could see Hlmr Tho day before ChrlBtmna was bitterly cold, with a few lonely snowflakca XWtth a li1 and a haur.d wh,tp cruat on the ground SuroenSh, Pedro and Little Brother were able to Blip quietly away early In tho afternoon- and ?,Sh h? "1?. hard ,n th0 it0 a-. beUVABhtfaTthey had ittCl"Kfar' hia",d !j? huand' that thy Baw tho lights of tho Si "it? fust i'cad SM"1, Indeod thy wero aD0Ut to enter ono of the great Kates in tho wall that surrounded it. when they saw something dark on fho snow near BTBTBtJ TB?BTBTBTBTBThlBBrB'lmBTf C j"l. ma milium, ii was pretty nara to lose tho muslo and splendor of the Christmas celebration that ho had boon plnnnlng for so long, and spend the time instead In that lonely placo in tho snow The groat church was a wonderful place that night. Every ono said that it had nevor looked so bright and beautiful berore. When the organ played and the thousands of people sang the walls shook with tho sound, and llttlo Pedro, awayoutslde the city wall, felt the earth tremble around htm. At the close of tho service camo tho procession with tho offerings to bo S V j&fS j, ecn(cc cr I&' Ss &!w& vvs- .- HK9 Some thought it was because a h.e"dA1iom '1 ?ea" W They were not meant to be played by men or on Crttmn8 Eve ?or Who people ?o the Christ-child; and when the greatest V" u?cu l" cono sounain cnimeB far un in tho tower, llut for meir puiu, ana stopped to look at It. It was a poor woman, who had fallen Juat outside tho. city, too sick and tired to get In where eho might have found shelter. Tho soft snow made of a drift a sort of pillow for her, nnd she would soon bo bo sound asleep, In the wintry air, that no one could over waken her again. All this Pedro saw in a moment, and ho knelt down beside her and tried to rouBo her. oven tugging at her arm a little, as though he would have tried to carry her away. He turned her face toward him, so that ho could rub some snow on-it, and when he had looked at her silently a moment ho stood up and Bald: "It's no uho, Llttlo Brother. You will have to go on alone." "Mono?" cried Little Brother, not bco Ibe Christmas festival?" "And you No," laid Pedro, and ho could not keep back n bit of a choking Bound In his throat. See this poor woman. Her face looks llko tho Madonna In tho chapel window, and Bho will freeze to death If nobody cares for nor. Every one lias gono to church now, but when you come hack you can bring -some ono to help her. I will rub her to keep her from freez ng, and perhaps get her to cat tho bun that Is left in my pocket." "But I cannot bear to leavo you, and go on alono," said Llttlo Brother. '.'ih, ot UR noort not miss tho service," oald .Pedro, "and it had better bo I than you; and phi if you get n chance. Llttlo Brother, to Blip up to tho altar without gettlug in any ones way, take this llttlo piece of Bilver of mine, and lay It down for my offering, when no one is looking. Do not forget whore you havo left mo, and forglvo mo ror not going with you." In this way ho hurried Llttlo Brother off to the city, and winked hard to keep back tho tears, as ho heard tho crunching foot "teps sounding farther and farther away in "rt, "..- . uw ,v w mi, i0r inmBuii mo cnimo or tne unnitmaB bell 'BSfSS AraLm?Uro)?lhhe.?.hurf Lh' "0 People saw the k"g Btones, and lay It gleaming on the altar, as his offering to tho holy Child. "Surely," every ono Bald, "wo Bhall hear the bolls j now, for nothing llko this has ever happoned bofore." 1 But still only the cold wind was heard In the tower, and the people shook their heads; and some of them said, as they had before, that they nover really believed the story of the chimes, and doubted If they ever rang at all J The DrOCCSglon Was OVCr. nnd thn nhnfr hoiran Iho ntn.l.. V. hymn. Suddenly the organist stopped playing as though he & had been shot, and every ono looked at the old minister, who V? r.wo maiiuiuB ujr me Hilar, noiaing up jus nana ror silence. Not a sound could be hoard from anyone in tho church, but as the people strained their ears to listen, there came Boftly, but distinctly, swinging through the air, the sound of the chlmoB In the tower. So far away, and yet bo clear tho muslo seemed so much sweeter woro the notes than anything that nnd been heard before, rising and falling away up thcro In the Bky, that the people In the church sat for a momont as still ns inuugn Boracining neici cncii or them by the shouldors. Thon they all stood up together and stared straight at the altar, to see what great gift bad awakened the long silent bells. . tUA..1 iha!.tho neareBt f them saw was the childish flgur of Little Brother, who had crent nortiv .inw th i.t nh.n no one was looking, and had laid Pedro's little pleco of silver on tho altar. Behind the Gift By Barbara Lee MERRY Christmas! You'ro welcome! How have you en Joyed the first few hours today? Hasn't It been exciting and interesting! Now that the first little calm has come after the Btorm, lot us settle backtolook onco again at gifts that aro our special fortune to own in the great Hvhik room. There's father's gift. Can't you see dear old dad behind every nam of your favorite set of books? All calf. too, and illustrated by the only artist that nppeals to you. What riches He In the palm of your hand as you look! No one can rob you of these. Every pngo means the door of a new treasure house. How good of dear fathar! I wonder how ho knew? Ho must hnvo been listening when you nnd your chum hod that ripping discussion of fa vorites. And you can't understand how he knew the color of your collection. Ah, woll! Trust a father. Mother's dressing gown. She made It unholpcd and probably In tho lato night hours after the very long day. Seo how cleverly her fingers hnvo mndo three yards of cord look like much more. The loops nnd buttons nre handmade; they cost bo much less, and you know mother hasn't n bank nc count of her own. She has not cut down tho rations, either. It's just her groat, generous heart that hatf accom plished tho seemingly Impossible thing. The oyes aro not so bright riud blue as when'sho was the happy, laughing girl that dad first loved. But sho sees Just as far beneath the surface, and she knows how much you long for some things. Ah, what a world of sacrifice and love stands behind these gifts. Oh, my! Don't smlleliut Isn't this Just like that great, blundering cub of a Bob? He must have paid five or six dollars for this. Poor, misguided, stung brother! Now you can Just see him sauntering Into the "nrt (snve the markl) needlework" store. Do you bco his airy nonchalance as he casts his eye over tho pincushions arrayed In glistening, satiny lines? How much Is this? And this? Tho latter being tho more expensive, was quickly chosen. Oh, what ever are you going to do with It? Bright pink satin, with a suggegtlve bunch of bright forget-mo-nots blooming out from benontb. a ruf fle of very cheap lace. You'll never forget it. You know tho kind of things you seo at fairs. It may be tho reason! Perhaps the fair Is an In stitution for helping hopeless pin cushions along an easy way, But that's Bob for you! Cnro freo, big hearted, a little rough on tho es thetic edges, but ever willing to give you the best. Put back the abomina tion of satin and sawdust. Don't hurt his feelings, please. Thank him for his thought, his generosity, You can do this without being a hypocrite Hero's something that hurts. Why? Oh, becauso it has been given to "get ahead" of you. She has money and has bought the most expensive of its kind and has forgotten to remove the price! Sho really should not have done this, for she Isn't one ot your inner circle and she doesn't care for you. Money stands back of this. Nothing more than the dollar mark lies beneath the lid. You know It, and a blush mounts iW ; (Oopyrlght, by Dobln-McrriU Co.) to your checks when you think of tho few remnrkB that you heard tho giver make about you at Laura's toa. Why do people do these things? Here's a queer one. Lift up the box lid again. It's an old shoo box, but some loving hands have covered It with two paper napkins and look at tho contents! A loaf of the finest Dutch cake you ver tasted. Dear Bridget nevor forgets you. does sho? In her llttlo four-roomed cottage, where bijos very nappy and very bU3j. she always bakes tho broad that you rel- Ish and sends her awkward husband up wun ner Dest wishes every Christmas day In the morning. What that cake means only you and she can tell. Let us look again at the llttlo card before you. What did that? A tear falls on the colored church, with its bright roof and another splashes on the snow that is piled with childish prodigality at the roadside. A little boy has drawn that all for you. He calls you "Dear One." and once ho told his mother that he felt sure that angels iook iiko you, but she corrected him, as ii a cnua couia oe stopped In harm less wonderings, and he never again ventured along lines of comparison. Poor little boy! You know'what that card means! It means day and days of work. It means the gratitude of a crippled child who can't use a flngor without pain. And ho has drawn this for you! Oh, my, isn't this funny! That clown of a Jack Is up to his tricks again. Ho hus bought a book for 49 cents and. has inked It with his foolish hand, add ing, "Reduced to $1.08." And to pllo Ossa on Pellon, he has boen addition ally rrank In suggesting thnt it's "trcs bum." That man can always get a smllo from you. There, you've dropped something! Don't loso that. It's a letter. Are you going to road it again? Why, you know every word in it! "Dearest," it says, "I send you my heart, my bouI, ray llfo's best thoughts and actions. Will you keep them? Ah, no need to tell you what stands behind tho note. You know, don't you? That's why it has been a very happy Christmas! CHRISTMAS THE CHILD'S DAY By Rev. Brandford Leavlrt. Christmas is tho child's day In the Christian year, and how this weary and unoasy world needs the child- llko mind to save it from Itself. What is nioro subtly fitted to tho needs of a worn and dissipated world than tho image ot all that Is allvo and fresh and unstained? It is the child in men we look for and love again today tho child Is the savior that answers a mlle with a'smllo, that responds to the confidence with confidence, ready to take you and me for what we would llko to bo and thus lifts us nearly to our Jdeal. I havo admired wit in mon and In fluence and grnce and beauty in wom en and I find also that one dlsturbes these, grows lndlfforejit to them as bo gets older and sadder and wiser, but loves In men and women the little child, longs for some one not to ad mlro nor praise nor bo charmed by, but somo one to love so that loving shall bo peaco. Our, Gifts. Aa the Magi came bearing gifts, bo do we also gifts that relieve want; gifts that aro sweet and fragrant with friendship; gifts that breatho lovo; gifts that mean service; gifts inspired still by the star which shono over the City of Onvld, nearly two thousand years ago. Kate Douglas Wlggln. e-ife Bu III ' fill i lffivm& I HI?- im 'ifa? ornwrK-"wYwwmpiW( tthng aoo Some aro an-hungored, some athhrst, Some are borne down with heavy woe, Some are of sin and shame accursed, But in the Eve-star's heaven-glow All are befriended, each has heard Messages that bid him rejoice. We are the ones that speah. the Word Brother, my brother, it is His voice. We go a-shuddering to the door Sorrowing over all the want, Giving the gifts brought of our store Into the hands by pain made gaunt Nay, 'tis not ours that find the way Into the darh. and noisome street, Bringing the cheer of Christmas day Brother, my brother, it is His feet Child lips to laughter alien-strange Show us a miracle in this while, When over them there comes a change When for the once they Know a smile. Baubles we bring are jewels fair Found in the distant wonderlands. Thinh. you 'tis we who bring them there? Brother, my brother, it is Hi's hands. Pulsing to us through the centuries Murmurs forever in one deep Keyi "As ye have done it to one of these So have ye done it unto Me." " Give as we can, and. gladly, too Out of the soul does the impulse start What is the throbbing in me and you ? Brother, my brother, it is His heart EARLY CHRISTMAS DAYS Quaint and Interesting Customs That Prevailed When the Church and Festival Were Young. In the early .days of the church, It is said that 'tho bishops used to sing carols on Christmas day among their clergy, and around tho sixteenth cen tury tho well-known practice observed by children of going around the neigh borhood singing Christmas carols be neath the windows of the houses, was commonly observe!, usually tolling place on Christmas morning. One of tho oldest and most beautiful of the Christmas carols that has come down to the present day open with these words: "Ood rest you. merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dlmay, For Jchub Christ, our Savior. Wan born upon this day. To nave ua all from Satun'a power. When wo wero eono astray. O, tidings of comfort and Joy! For Jsua Christ, our Savior, Was born on Christmas Day." It is sometimes more appropriate to sing tho ChrlstmaB carols on Christ mas evo than on Christmas day, al though thoy nro sung at both, times; but In England tho choir of the village church used to go around to the prin cipal houses In tho parish and -sing somo of tbeso simple hymns on Christ mas evo regularly. Frequently tho singers were ac companied on some Instrument and often the picture presented was a pretty ono. The figures of the group of singers, only visible In the dark ness by the lanterns thoy carried, and the sweet melody sung and played, made tho observance a Btriklng and beautiful one. Sometimes in England, the carols were also sung in the churches in placo of tho usual psalms and hymns; although it was' more customary for tho clerk ,at the closo of the sorvlco In a loud volco to wish ull tho congre gation a merry Christmas and a hap py New Year. ON (03lin III fo-fkifclq& FRIGHTENED BY SANTA CLAUS How the Dear Old Saint Carried Con sternatlon Into an African Mis sion House, An amusing story of bow Santa Claua frightened tho black children at a mission station when he first ap peared to them a few years ago, is told by tho wife of a missionary sta tioned at Ballunda, Africa. They had celebrated Christmas at Ballundu be fore, but they never had had Santa Claus, so Mr. Stover, the, missionary, dressed up as good Saint Nick. "He had been padded and powdered and packed until his own mother would not have known him," Mrs. Sto ver afterward related. "Prcsqntly wo gavo the signal, the door flew open and In walked Santa Claus. But dear mel What consternation I He was greeted with shrieks and groans and criea of 'Let me outl It is tho evil one. It is the day of Judgment I ' "The urchins, catching the infection of terror from the older black people, lied to their bedrooms, fell down upon their faces, crept under chairs and ta blesanywhere to hide thomselves. Poor old Santa ClaNis never had such a greeting before. As Boon as ha real ized the panic he had caused, he toro off his tall hat and white cotton board. Then from the bags on his back ho bogan to throw gifts right and left una 10 ten wno ne was. "Iteassured once more, everyone was soon laughing and chatting, munching the great 'red breads' (doughnuts), tasting their fruits or nibbling at the sweets from tho famll lar little bags. "It seemed as though everyone tried to talk louder than his neighbor as they examined the costumo or Santn C aus whom they now no longer fear ed. Ono man Bald that ho thought it was John the Baptist, another that It was Elijah returned. Yet another thought it was Satan himself, 'and all my sins rose up before me;' while a fourth, confessed, 'My only thought was to hldo myself.' " .. . lv- X 'I'ftrf 'i'ft. fn.-"- -V. rVy ,, ..r t&.r"s,iJCII; IfiafciiatlMaMlaMalMMaMM . w Jij-a.j ffr