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N tlio left, just past
tlio woathfr hen's
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than two steps
box where thoy
cuckoo, there Is
bed where roses bloom all
the year round. And they
grow llko this
Columbine may
have out) to stick In her
liulr, mid that odd, mock
Inir. nnfl-lipiirtcd cvnle Pier-
Columbine. rot muy Cuii ono now nnd
uguln to twiddle between Ills toeth.
If you know the way, and tlio Cheshire cat will
lot you, you walk down the garden path, past the
butterfly lime, and arrive at the neatest little
cottage In Olympus.
Now this Is the dwelling place of tho Harle
quin, set Harlequin, Columbine, Clown nnd Pan
taloon. It Is one cottage In a little colony on
the lower slopes of Mount Olympus (whore the
high gods dwell: Jupiter and the like), and is
most important because It contains tho oldest
inhabitants.
The Clerk of the Weather lives a little higher
up. The Four Queens and Kings live In a square
of pagoda-llko houses, and arc waited upon by the
Knaves. Pierrot and Pierrctto llvo In romantic
seclusion by a pool In a tumble-down placo cov
ered with blue roses. And away behind the
fields of stars where tho (locks of clouds graze,
thero is another village where tho Seven Prin
cesses live, and the Third Son and an Ogre, and
a Talking Itabblt, and all those peculiar and
beautiful people who are entangled in our minds
with the memories of night nurseries, and the
ficont of our mothers who bent over us In won
derful toilettes, nnd told us to go to sleep, or
they'd bo late for dinner.
When it gets to bo about Christmas there is
a sort of aroma of excltoment on tho lower slopes
of Olympus, and, especially In tho house where
Harlequin lives a delicious sense of something
exciting happening.
Columbine opens tho, lid of tho well that looks
down onto the world, and there comes up a mur
mur of children's voices, and you can hear the
quaintest things being snld about the hanging
up of stockings, and about Santa
Ciaus and the likely width of chim
neys, and tho running power of
reindeer. Aiid there Is a tremendous
rustle of colored paper, and a great
run on almonds and raisins, and
qulto respectable citizens stand in
front of shop windows gazing at
dolls and dolls gazo ,back at them,
so that tho cltlzcnH go back forty
years at a rush, and the niBh is so
great HometimCs that thoy got tearB
in their eyes; for memory is quick
er than motor cars, and tho rond it
travels is often dark and broken.
So Columbine leaves tho top of
tho well open all day nnd nil night,
and all tho people In her cottage
slcop with their windows open, bo
that tho Bweotly laden nlr comes up
and gives thorn wonderful dreams.
It does more than thnt. It waves
the branches of tho Christmas tree
that grows at tho bottom of the
garden, near tho sausago frames,
and very Boon candles begin to bud
on Its branches.
Now when the candles begin to
get rlpo, which happens nt tho samo
time that gecso and turkeys hang
in rows n shops and grow rosettes
all over them, Harlequin takes an
old, oaken pipe from a cupboard un
der tho stairs, and they all sit round
while he puts it to his lips nnd
blows.
As ho plays, dreams como to them
of their ancient days, for Hnrlequln
is ilrst cousin to Mercury, nnd wears
u black mask to hldo the light of
his faco when ho visits Columbino,
who is Psycho, tho Soul; tho Clown
Is "Momus, the Spirit of Laughter;
and Pantaloon 1b Charon, who has
that grim work of ferrying tho souls
over the Styx.
There's an odd link of memories
and of things held all through tho
centuries, but the most charming Is
this: Columbino is a flower-liko per
son, and thero is a flower called Columbine, and
It is so called because it is like four doves with
outspread wings, and the Fronch dove 1b Colombo,
and tho dove is the symbol of the soul. So the
world is never allowed to forgot beautiful things,
even If tho burdon of history Is borno on the
back of a flower. And tho god-like glow and glit
ter of Mercury's limbs still shows in the glisten
ing sequins on Harlequin's clothos, parti-colored,
as thoy have always been, to show how he cov
ered his nakedness with rags.
All this, beautified by the essence of Time, like
things put away in a cedar chest, comes back
when Harlequin blows on his pipe that air tho
shepherds learnt in Greece from Pan.
The next night Clown will tnko out anothor
kind of pipe, a long churchwarden of whlto clay,
and fill it with tobacco, and then as the fragrant
clouds roll up into tho rafters, memories como
of all tho great people of tho Harlequinades thoy
play down in the world, all inspired by them, and
they seo tho figure of Tarlaton, who was the first
clown, and invented' tho very clothes they now
wear, hand In hand with Grlmaldl, that great
clown. And they seom to see all tho great Italian
Harlequins, and tho dainty Fronch Columbines,
and tho old dandles of fifteenth-century Venice
whoso clothes Pantaloon wears.
Do you know that oldorly gentlomon A, tho
World smell that magic tobacco, or something
llko it, nnd thoy forget their paunches, or their
bald hends, and thoy sit and dream or tho time
they went to their first pantomime? WaB it
"Clnderolla," or "Beauty and tho Boast"? Or was
it that splondld thing
"Mothor Goose," or that en
trancing production "Tho
Yoliow Dwarf"?
Such things aro conjured
up by Just that one pipe of
tobacco smoked in tho cot
tage on OlympuB, and on
that night a gentlo breeze
blows up through the Well,
Jaden with tho poignant,
eternal momorloG of child
hood, and the candles on
Pantaloon. tho Christmas tree are
all ready to bo lighted. They nre so ready that
when Pnntnloon lookB out of his window before
making up his face for the day ho boos that
the candles have burst Into flame-flowers In the
night.
Then Columbino takes out a pipe, nnd she puts
some mnglc soap Into nectar and stirs It round
with the bowl of tho pipe until frothy suds ap
pear. And then she blows bubbles that float up
and out of the window until they reach the
Christmas tree, when they turn Into great, glit
tering glnss balls, nil sorts of colors, mid show
plcturcs of tho world all colored and shining.
The children In the World look up and think
they seo Harlequin and Columbine flontlng down
ns gently is feathers, but they don't say so be
cause their ciders would only tell them It was
tlio clouds. Hut it is Hurlnquln nnd Columbine,
and Pantaloon end Clown follow soon after,
bringing the
true with
N o w their
each to his
Columbine to
to preparing
that must
this season,
easily as a
in a breezo.
his mnglc,
things must
tiful now,
niURt buy the
Indies. And
Pierrette.
C It r I h t inns
them.
work begins,
own Job and
hers. Clown
the laughter
spring up in
and ripple ns
barley field
Harlequin to
for common
appear beau
and a penny
wealth of the
Pantaloon to
stirring up old memories In dull people, so that
uncles must remember all their nephews In re
membering when thoy wero nephows themselves,
and had a peculiar hunger nt Christmas.
Columbine Is awfully practical. Her sentiment
extends from the joy of watching the making of
baby-clothes to tho pleasure of remembering to
put nice soap In the spare rooms. It Is she who
sees that children get tlio right presents, and
when they don't It Is not her fault, but the fault
of Homu stupid person in a shop.
It Is silo who suggests the secret delight of
keeping presents hidden nt tho bottom of the
wardrobe; and It is she who suggests tho secret
delight of peering nt children whon they nre
asleep.
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There are Pagan Saints who find Arcadia every
where. Pan pipes as much in tho crowded city
as on Mount Ida when the sun is high. And
Columbino finds roses where the world sees
thorns; and Harlequin finds magic in motor
'buses; and Pantaloon digs, away for pleasant
memories in the most unlikely places, and finds
them bright and clean, nnd as good as now.
These half-gods of mlno (nnd yours) como
down ut Christmas to correct tho bilious attitude
of tho good old times!
J lolly nnd mistletoe and
robins, nnd church bells
sounding ovor the snow.
And hampers nil packed to
bo sent nway, and plenty
to cat at home.
And then Coin m b I u e
steals up to the windows,
and taps them with the
tose from her hair, nnd
she whispers:
"Oneu. oneti (o nu nil
$ oh who hnvo no children Harlequin,
nnd no friends and no hope, and I will lie tlio
waim, nestling thing you covet for our fioreti
henrts, and you bIuiII feel my soft check against
ours till the tears come mid jour heait takes
life uguln. You shall give Joy to other people's
children. And If you hae no fi lends who luno
children, ato there not a thousand, thotihuud chil
dren who have no friends? Go to them, and give
them all you can, nnd you will he rewnnled al
most more than you can bear, for there Is a link
between thoso who suffer. Aro there not somo
you hnvo forgotten or neglected? This lonely
mnn. thnt lonely woman whom you hnvo left tin
cared for, perhaps for years. Put on your hat
nnd your coat, and put your heart on jour sleee,
so t liny all may know your errand."
Toseohorplendlng boforo black, sombre houses
where n thin light shines under n blind; to see
her faco pressed against the window of some big
mansion whoro a man or a woman sits alono with
hearts llko stone; to see her tears as she essays
to melt an nchlng heart Is to see something so
touching and beautiful that one almost wonders
tho doors and windows nro not Instantly opened
to admit tho spirit of love she begs for so piti
fully. "Look nt yourselves, .Messieurs et Mesdnmen
Importance, and remember the funny little things
you used to bo when you bit at coral and bells,
nnd wore bibs, and thought everybody in tho
world had enough to eat; when you hated to go
to bed enrly, nnd crept downstairs In your night
gowns to listen over tho bannisters to the voleus
In tho dining room; when no Jam for tea was a
tragedy. And when your mother's knee was the
throne of Justice and mercy, for you buried your
bend there with her hand in your
hair, and forgot to bo afraid of tho
dark."
Columbine Ihib her own very par
tucular work, and sho calls It In
her mind Seciet Delights. She rails
It that because she dellghtB In mak
ing up odd names for emotions, ns,
for instance, when sho pointed out
two lovers to me ono dny in tho
spring, who wero seated under a
hedgo, yellow-flushed with prim
roses; thoy were holding hands nnd
looking nt tho hills beyond Just ns
if somo wonderful thing wns about
to como ovor tho hills to tell them
what their feelings meant. And tho
peace was bo great and tho moment
bo held that tho World seemed to
ha vo, stopped breathing, and some
thing superhuman to hnvo poured
out a cup of stillness. And sho
called it Liquid Velvet. A Liquid
Velvet moment. And I understood.
It is Columbino who watches that
beautiful comedy of the nowly mar
ried, who steal about their houso
hnnd-ln-hand, fearful of waking tho
very now servnnts, fearful of creak
ing tho boards ns thoy gayo enrnp
tured on tho very now furniture,
looking with Joy on the very now
pots nnd pans In tho kitchen, turn
ing tho electric lights up nnd down
nil over tho placo to seo tho effect
In their now bedroom. And ho Iuib
a dreadful brooch for her hidden
where ho keeps his rurors; and sho
has knitted him a tlo ho will havo
to wear. Hut it Is all perfectly
beautiful.
Someone wrote tho other dny that
pcoplo who read aro moro Interest
ed, nowndays, In business than In
lovo, nnd I'm so sorry for thnt man.
Ho Is moro blind' than I thought
anybody could bo. HuslncsB may bo
tho means to an end, but Iovo is
tho beginning and the end. And it
is just 'at this season that Lovo
makes business: honco the shops full of
gifts.
Imagine a poet writing:
of the rest
They como
s o o d s that
ers In tho
hearts. They
enco that
give a man
Instead of a
tho b o 1 n g
that tho bus
wolghs' more
tlment had
up his stock
mas Hve, and
feels llko to
-Pierrot.
of tho year,
to bow thoso
grow to How
still Innocent
aro tho Inllu
mnken you
fifty c o n t a
quarter. And
who b n y b
Iness of life
than tho son
better hang
what it
And nothing
but a hole in it In the' morning.
And when It is dark theso four quaint figures
(lit through tho country, city, town and village
llko conspirators, Harlequin tapping doors and
windows with his magic wand. "Open, open!"
ho cries to tho Spirit of Christmas. "Lot the
rich undo reward his needy nephew, and tlio
unforgiving father his repentant son. Mothers,
forget to bo Jealous of your elder daughter's
growing beauty. Children, forget your splto and
naughtiness. Lot's bo old-fashioned. Lot's be
lieve In ghosts. I'll tell you ghost-stories, stories
of yourselves when you were children nnd played
Pirates on tho stairs.
And Clown says ns he taps on' tho doors with
his red-hot poker:
"Open, open, you old grousers! And let tho
Spirit of Fun como Into this house. Romp a bit,
and lose your twopenny dignity, for pompous
Btlffness makes tho gods laugh."
Pantaloon, taking his turn, taps with his walking-stick,
and says:
"Open, open, and lot in the flood of raomorlos
"Cent, per cent, the moon Is rising,
Watch the stockB upon the bank;
Rubber Bhnros are too surprising,
Speculators nro surmising
Who tho deuco they havo to thank!"
No ono can get a heartbeat out of that, and
whatever your business man says, ho knows ho
gets nil tho good in his life out of heartbeats.
So this Christmas Spirit creeps about tho world,
mocked nt, scorned, but nllvo yet. And you who
feel theso things may ono night seo tills quaint
quartet at work, perhaps for a second nt tho cor
ner of your street, perhaps just vanishing down
tho drlvo, or moving swiftly down a country
lano. And you may eny wondorlngly: "It is n
cobweb, n moth, and tho branch of a tree, and
tho starlight makes thorn look llko llko some
thing I romembor." r
Hut I tell you who they are Harlequin, Colum
bine. Clown nnd Pantaloon. And If you henr n
child's laugh ring out suddenly, nnd it brings n
now, quick emotion, ono of them has conquered
you!
Tho spirit of Christmas doesn't cling to presents
In proportion to their coBt unless ym nre very
rich; and If you nro very rich the vofco of tho
jowelcr nnd of iho furrier and of thu motor car
maker will seem to you ns wiso as the word of a
happy poor mnn, though ho were a philosopher.
Slmplo and genuine and glad strlko theso notes
and tho chimes will bo
very melodiously for ou
and for thoso whom you try
to make happy. And ro
momber, you can't feign
Christmas without being
caught as an impostor,
both by your own con
science and by tho feel
ings of thoso about you.
Tho very vnluo of Christ
mas 1b that it puts tho gen
ulncncBs of everybody to an
unerring test. ' Clown.
Wild West Motion Pictures Lead
Youngsters to Hold a Mock
Lynching Bee.
Jollol, 111. Moving pictures Inspired
ton bojB to "lynch" Olenn Hrown,
their nine-year-old plnymntc, hero the
other dny.
it was a "wild woBt" picture, absurd
to the practical mind In its unrealities,
that gave the boys their Idea.
They saw In tho flickering pictures
a score of "cow boys," their revolvers
strapped on tho wrong side, whllo they
mounted their horBcs nlso from tho
i i.-
if 1 1 r if l
His Pleas Drought Renewed Whoops.
wrong side nnd rodo with the grnco
and skill of wooden Indians.
"Lot's play wild west," ono ten-year-old
enthusiast proponed nftcr tho
show. The vote wns unanimous.
Wooden revolvers wore fashioned.
Fathers' discarded hats took tho plnco
of Rombreros. Broomsticks served ns
prancing bronchos.
"Who'll wo lynch?" ono asked.
Olenn Brown was selected. His dnrk
hair and eyes led to his unwilling
selection by them for tlio rolo of
"vlllnln."
Thoy tied a clothes-lino under his
arms and throw tho ropo ovor a
branch of a tree. Whooping madly, in
truo movlng-plcturo wild west fash
ion, they pulled him up until his feet
wero fnr from tho ground.
Tho thin ropo cut Into his tender
flesh He struggled nnd implored his
comrades to lot him down. His plena
brought renewed whoops. Had not
tl.o vlllnln" In tho moving pictures
struggled nnd cried for mercy?
For hnlf nn hour they kopt him
there. Then thoy cut tho ropo nnd
let HIb body fall to tho ground. Their
childish eyes did not seo thnt ho was
uncoiihcloiiH. Thoy seized tho ropo
nnd dragged him for several minutes,
leaving him on tho ground to find his
way homo nlono.
Physlclnns who examined him de
clared that ho may bo disabled permanently.
SWIMS FOR HOURS IN PACIFIC
Man Falls Overboard, but Gains
Safety Upon Boat Which Has
a Dead Crew.
Now York. If "Banznl," the Jap
anese poodlo and prized possession of
William Twecddale, chief engineer of
the British tramp steamer Atholl,
could talk he would unfold a strange
tale of tho Southern Pacific.
"It wns about this time last year
that I was 'drowned,' according to tho
log of tho VlBcar. The Vlscar bad
touched at Japanese ports and was
kicking her way south to Singapore,"
said Tweeddalo. "I had just been re
lieved of my watch at midnight, nnd
had gone to the rail for a breath of
air. I don't know, but I was taken
with a sort of fainting spell. I came
to with a sudden shock In the wator.
"I had been swimming about six
hours when I saw sweeping nlong to
ward mo with all sails set, a one
masted vessel. I began to swim toward
her, yelling 'Help!' every fow strokes,
but not nn answering cry did I hear.
I bumped alongsldo as tho bont came
by me. Luckily I saw a ropo hanging
,over tho sldo nnd got hold of It.
"I hung to that ropo and howled for
'help, but nary nn answer did I got.
Then I climbed nboard and fell in a
heap on tho deck.
"I must hnvo lain thero half dead for
hours, for when I camo to it wns day
light and something wns happening
to my loft car. It was a ticklish sen
sation and I sat up with a start, and
thero was a blooming puppy dog thnt
had been licking tho sldo of my face.
Thnt pup was Banzai.
"The vessel was a one-sticker and
thero wero flvo dend Japaneso aboard.
1 novor fathomed tho myatery.
"There wore plonty of provisions
aboard and flvo days later I was
picked up by a steamer that took mo
to Hongkong."
Dowle's Bon a Minister.
Chicago. Glndstono Dowlo, son of
John Alexander Dowlo, founder of
Zlon City, III., as the homo of bis ro
Uglous cult, was ordained a deacon of
tho Episcopal church hero on Sunday.
Ho was ordained by Suffngnn Bishop
William B. Toll of the Chicago diocese.
BEARS IH 7 SHOTS
New York Man Has Thrilling
Fight With Arctic Grizzlies.
HAD NARROW ESCAPE
Record Is Mora Noteworthy Because
of the Fact That the Hunter Fired
Four Shots From the Magasl'n of
His Rifle.
San FranclBco, Cal. Frederick K.
Burnhnm, noted sportBinnn and travel
ler of Now York, hns roturnod to San
Fnnclsco from Alaska, where ho spent
three months shooting big gnmo. Mr.
Burnhnm had a narrow escnpo from
death and established what is believed
to lio a record.
On September 12, at CaBBla, near
tho Yukon district, Mr. Burnhnm killed
ilvn grizzly bears In two minutes, fir
ing only soven shots.
It was performing this feat that Mr.
Burnhnm hnd a closo call for his life.
Ho suddenly uncovered tho group of
grizzlies behind a clump of bushes,
nnd the lender, a giant she bear, which
measured ton foot long, startod for
him not more than twenty feet away.
Ho killed her with tho first shot and
wns nbout to shoot another one com
ing in tho samo direction whon his
Eskimo guide gnvo tho alarm of an
other bear charging from his left rear.
Mr. Burnhnm turned Just in time to
tiro two shots Into tho flanking bear,
when only a ynrd nway. Ho Bhot
threo moro thnt charged him from the
right.
Tho record Is still moro notoworthy
by considering thu fnct thnt Mr. Burn
ham tired only four shots from tho
mngn7tno of IiIb rifle, holding ono for
snfety nnd firing tho Inst threo shots
by loading singly from tlio belt.
Mr. llurnham penetrated into a dis
trict not before visited by whlto men.
Ho wont up tho Stlklno rlvor from
Wrnnglo lfiO miles nnd then proceeded
120 miles further into thu Interior by
pack.
Ho wan accompanied by Mrs. Burn
ham, who Is also an expert big gamo
B
He 8hot Three More.
shooter. This trip, however, was the
fin time sho was tho solo companion
of her luiBband in the big game dis
tricts. She did her share of tho kill
ing, getting as many caribou and black
shoop as Mr. Burnham.
Throughout the trip Mr. and Mrs.
Burnham were accompanied by three
Indian guides and they spent forty
three days In the district around the
fifty-fifth parallel, to which, so far as
Is known, they were the first white
visitors. They got seventeen bean,
six caribou, four black sheep, two
moose and ono goat.
DAM BROKEN TO SAVE A MAN
Oregon Farmers Imperii 'the Season's
Crop In an Effort to Save a
Human Life.
Moro, Ore. A message by tele
phono that a man bad fallen Into an
irrigation roservolr near hero and was
drowning, brought Dr. O. J. Ooffln of
Moro and Dr. Sam C. Slocum of Port
land In a borrowed automobile three
miles ovor a rough and winding coun
try in n Ilttlo lesB than five minutes.
When thoy arrived at the reservoir
tho body of a man, Charles O. James
of Portland, who had beon working
on tho ranch of Ben Shull as harvest
hand, had not been rocovered. Search
ing could not locato tho body in the
depths of tho reservoir, which, held
back by a dam of rocks, dirt and
planks, was about 40 feet wide, 600
feet long and 12 feet doep.
, "Break tho dam," shouted a man.
"It's tho only wuy to get the water out
and find tho body."
A man with an ax sprang at one ol
tho wooden braces and began to chop.
Then with drastic intensity the work
of demolishing the dam began.
Then theso men stood and watched
tho precious wator of the reservoir,
which meant llfoglvlng Irrigation to
their crops, flow over the dam without
a protest. Their anxloty was for
James.
His body was recovered aad Um
doctors worked for two hours to
.resuscitate him, but Ik Tabs,
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