A Lamp is An Ornament As well as a necessity, in ev ery home. We have them. Our stock of Fancy I )ecora ted, Nickle-plated and Glass Lamps, consists of the dif ferent sizes, shapes and dec orations. ()ur stock of Decorated Lamps is the best we have ever lian tC-'J. both- in price* nnd i|ualitv. Nothing he-tter for Christina presents. We have them at Chas. M. Wilson's NEMAHA VALLEY « ' ^ i Pressed Stone and Brick Co. 1 *, * W. H. PU I NAM & SONS, Props. * . . § ’ We manufacture and carry in stock a full line of Cement • • Blocks, Brick,* Tile and Plain and Fancy Trimmings, • . which we would pleased to show and price you before you ; ’ place your order elsewhere. We also wholesale and retail • • - f Sand, Cement and Crushed Rock • <♦ ; We are agents for the Boelt’S Concrete Mixer Visitors al- '] * wavs welcome at our yards. Located on the $ • <♦ CORN PR 14th & MORION STREETS i ? | : 2 Blocks from Burlington Depot FALLS CITY, NEB. | • '"'t wish t" bur, sell or trade see me, I may have a bar men for you. / FALLS tl I Y, NEBRASKA YOUR LAST CHANCE I to pay your respects to the de parted is the erection of a mon ument to their memory. Before placing your order let us quote you prices Our works and our prices have always given satis faction. The above, with many other artistic and up-to-date de signs now in stock Call or write for designs and prices. Falls City Marble Works j Established 1881 F. A. R. A. NE1TZEL, Mgrs. START RIGHT WITH THE NEW YEAR SUBSCRIBE FOR THE TRIBUNE-$I.50 PER YEAR - ■ —T=r-j Miss Anne s ChristmasVisitors By Lena M. .McCauley L.----— ; N 11 op> tigt11.) UO IS willing to play Santa Claus? What shall W‘> do with the children ?" This being the final ^ question, the chairman ol the board of managers rat down In wait for an answer. St. Eliw, bt tit's orphanage was facing a Christ mas .without fi .-livities, owing to the marriage of the matron, and a dis abled heating plant. An Interval of silence followed Mrs. I!1 tint’s appeal, though every one of the motherly hearts of the women present overflowed wIjh sympathy for the 4f» homeless hoys and girls with out prospect of Christmas cheer. They had come prepared with check books and the usual offerings of cake and confections for the holiday, but the personal entertainment of 45 shiver ing children was something they had not looki'd for. Kittle Mrs. Thompson, confessing a brood of six boys and girls of her own, was the lirsi to speak. "Suppose we invite the orptmns home with us; l know many towns folk would be glad to help us out. It will be a treat to them. 1 can take t wo." "Hravo: ' said the chairman, clap ping her gloved hands. "I will lake two little girls myself.” "Of course they will have their com pany manners on. I will take a hoy with curls. Mr. Jones doles on boys, and we have only girls, but I must be permitted to pick him out,” cried the secretary, joining in. "I'd rather have a child choose me. I'll go into the school room and ask those who would like to visit me to leave their names on the desk, if they choose me, 1 am sure they will like me. 1 can take four just as well as two. Our house is so large,” said Mrs. Cliff, the Lady Hountiful of the village When the chorus had (piloted. 20 children were provided for, and there was every reason to believe that all “Of Course I Want You.” would be settled 111 homes before night. That afternoon a score of hos pitable villagers visited the orphan age, and it proved that therp were more invitations than were needed. As the children were cheeked off from the monthly school room list, it hap pened that a group of live quarantined in the attic hospital for the mumps were overlooked. It may be that the over-cautious doctor had omitted their names, or that some villager had hes itated. but the days slipped on towards Christmas, and they received no invi tations. I'p in the sunny attic, Alice Martin and her brother Tom had long since recovered, and said lessons and played games in the sun parlor with John Bell, Jane Smith and little Mary Moore, who had been held on suspicion, and who remembered too late that the> had had the mumps years before. They relieved the lone liness of tlie nurse, w ho had become attached to the happy group, and she was in no hurry to send them down stairs. The morning of Christmas eve came, and the five were permitted to take breakfast In the big dining hall The nurse herself was going home for Christmas They heard the great news for the first time. The three girls and two boys realized that they had nothing in view, but youth is hopeful, and they argued that ihe next hour might bring an innvitation St. Elizabeth's had never known so gay an occasion. All the orphans were dressed In their best, and one t>> one they were bundled into sleighs and carried away, the last going at sunset. "1 wonder who is coming for us?” cried Tom Martin, In vexation’. The five friends were gathered on the steps watching the others go. "Some body must come before long. The kids said ladies picked them out, or they picked out ladies they liked. I wish I had a chance to choose." "Don't mind, Tom.” said Alice, con BOlingly "Mrs. Brown, the cock, prom ised to let us play in the kitchen, and have candles, and hang up stockingns to-night. We can live with her till the others come back.” r should like a truly home to .light," said Tom. "And you know which house I'd pick out if 1 had a chance." "I know." said Jane Smith, "I know, ft rhe house with Christmas trees around it, and turkey gobblers in the yard." "Thufs where Miss Anne lives," aid John Hell. "It’s a big house, ,nd I'd think she would get real lone onie with only peter and Reb < > ' "Is It the house where th lamp bines like*a star all night?" asked Mary Moore. "That's the very one. Sh-sh. I have an idea." cried John, drawing the bve together for his secret, tot h- was always full of plans. Mrs. Drown, the cook, looked out lrom her window nnd saw the confor nre. "Of course nobody wants chil dren getting over tin1 mumps," she M to Is re elf. "But l'!l make 1 hem have a good time. I'll go upstairs right away and gather all the candle <‘nds, and then I’ll cull them in and make candy." In the old colonial house surround ed by evergreens lived Miss Anne Armstrong. Her windows overlooked the pasture where the children played beside the orphanage on the hill. .Miss Anne was the last of her family. She ordered her life carefully nnd saw • hat her inaid Rebecca kept the house spotless and her man Peter kept the garden weedless, while she knit end less patterns of lace. Christmas was coming, she knew by ilie calendar, and that evening as she walked home from the postofflee she had witnessed the reception of or phans at more than one house of her acquaintance. Kven Widow Simp kins, the washerwoman, had taken a little boy who asked to visit her jolly young family. ‘ Dear me, I feel left out," said Miss Anne as she saw the young strangers taken In the door. "1'wonder If any one would have elected to go with me, it I had gone io the orphanage I must send Mrs. Simpkins some red Jonathans for the children.” Miss Anne saw the big flame of her as(4al lamp blaze in her window like a star sending its light across the snowy fields to the group on the orphanage steps. Then she met Rebecca at the door f|ild seated herself beside her bountiful (eatable. "I do not believe that I shall have a single visitor this Christinas," sighed Miss Anne, a feeling of loneliness creeping over her. "Hut why should anyone think of me. when I do not think of others as ! should." At that moment there was a clatter of feet on the porch, and the brass knocker dropped with a resounding clang, it startled Rebecca and Peter in tiie kitchen, and both rushed into the hallway. Rebecca drew the bolt and turned the knoli of the door which the wind tore from her grasp, letting in a whirl of snowflakes and five children, hand in hand. They went straight to Miss Anne at the table before the blazing lire. "We’ve come to spend Christmas with you. We choose your house, be cause" you have lots of room, and it lias Christmas trees all around it. and because you are kind," said .John Hell, confidently. "Well, I never," said Rebecca to Peter. »"\Vhat do you iliink of tlint? Come, girls, let me lake off your wraps." “Don't you want us?" asked Tom. "Alice said this was a really home.” Then Miss Anne found her voice. She rose from her chair, and putting her arm around the shivering boy, said: "Of course I want you. I'm glad you came. Peter shall find you a Christmas tree." A little later when she looked at the circle of happy faces around her table and the passing plates or cake and manm/ade, she said lo herself: "1 have visitors, after all, and I shall keep them always in a really home." Little Mary Moore having finished her supper, slipped from her chair and climbed on Miss Anne’s lap. That lady did not see the orphanage ging ham and the clipped hair, she only saw the divine hope of childhood. She drew Mary into her arms and her feeling of loneliness vanished for ever "Tell me, lit lie one. why you came (o in> house." Mary looked up into the kind face and said: "I came because you were all alone, and your lamp shone like a guiding star.” Peter, sawing at an evergreen in the yard, looked in at the window, lie rubbed liis eyes and shook his hoary head, saying: "They picked us out for themselves. Who would have thought it?” ■<_ CHRISTMAS. The earth has grown nh1 with its bur 9 den of rat e. Hut at Christmas it always is young. Tlie heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, And its soul full of music breaks forth on the air, When the song of the angels is sung. It is coming, old Karth. It is routing to night ! On flie snowflakes which rover tin* sod. The feel of the Christ-Child fall gentle arid white. And the voire of the ('lirist-l'llild tells out with delight, That mankind are tlie children of Cod. On the sail and the lonely, the wretched and poor, That voire of the Christ-Child shall fall, And lo every blind wanderer opens the door * Of a hope that he dared not dream of before, With a sunshine of welcome for all. The feet of the humblest may walk in t lie Held Where the feet of the holiest have trod. This, this is the marvel of mortals re vealed When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed. That mankind are tHe - liddren of tiod. — Phillips Hrooks. I THE OLD STANDBY The New Round Oak Base Burner SOLD BY J. C. TANNER __ There’s A Reason There’s a reason fordoing all things. The “reason” in this case for your giving us your Grain, Flour and Feed business, is that (J-U-A-L-I-T-Y is our most important watch word. When you get it have it of the first quality. Free delivery to all parts of the city. We are located Just(.West Palls CitvgAuto Co. Aldrich & Portrev FALLS: CITY, NEBRASKA \ I am trying to make a date with WHITAKER THE AUCTIONEER They tell me he is strictly up-to date and well posted on all classes of domestic animals and also farm property in general. He can certainly please you, as he has had s xteen years expe rience. He is also from Missouri, and if given the opportunity will “SHOW YOU" results. BEFORE ARRANGING DATE. WRITE. TELEPHONE or TELEGRAPH at my exponse) J. G. WHITAKER Phones 168-131-216 Falls City, Neb. A Land for New Homes Do you realize the excellent chances of future benefits bound to accrue to you, if you make your new home in the Big Horn Basin of Wyoming? You can homestead a Government Irrigated farm or buy one outright from private corporations, in either case on very easy terms, and your farm will be located in a scenic country of splendid climate, protected by grand mountain ranges with coal,, high grade oil, natural gas, timber, stone and cement material, all around you. Add to this the fact that the Burlington’s new Wyoming main line will traverse the heart of that country and you have not only a de sirable place to live, an excellent market for your products, but an absolute certainty of greatly increased value to your lands. Does not the history of land values that has gone on under your own ob servation make this plain to you? MONDELL 320 ACKE LANDS in Northwestern Wyoming are going fast. The government land offices in that locality are having an unprecedented rush of work receiving filings from homesteaders S coming from all parts of the country, who realize the value ol these lands and the excellent character of that country for a home. I personally conduct excursions on the first and third Tuesdays of each month to the Hasin amt to these lands. Write me freely D, CLEM HEAVER, General Agent, Land Seekers Information Bureau, Omaha, Neb. 1004 Farnam St., Omaha, Nebr. -