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: Year give us Faith :
. Faith to believe in
, I the Divine Dictum ,
that'as the Sowing is , so
, . shall the Reaping be ; faith
, ' to know this not as the
i : . threat of a vengeful Godl ; ;
, but an affirmation radiant
with promise - inspired
i : ' presentment of the Divine
: Possibilities of Every Day !
: . . Help us O Lord , to realije
; them in the highest !
: ' . Give us "Wisdom : Wis
dom to know values ) to
, separate great interests
, . ' from little , the true from
the false , the petty from
, the essential. .
Give us 5trenjfh : Strength
Of will to do - Strength of
heart to bear.
And in all things Lord ,
lend- us of thy Grace teach
-I us out of ti y abundant
Patience , help us to , be kind
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.r" ting about the fire in the lumber cam
_ at Owendale. The burning pine knot
. puttered and crackled in the great fire
,1 place ( and the shadows about the rooE
only emphasized the shadows In th
rough faces of the lumbermen.
' \ "Guess we'll open up the new tra ]
tomorrow , : boys , " the foreman , Pet
Hennesey , said conclusively , as he n
. . filled his pipe. "Quite a storm , tha :
last night. * Make pretty tough loggir
J for a \ > y or two , -but - when it's one
aettJed-ump.h ! " Pete stopped short.
The : fellows were not responsive.
' 'Twas Christmas ever and thought
- flew as fast and as furiously as th
snowflakes. Finally the cook broke th
circle about the fire as ihe ! placed a hug
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pan of dough on the hearth , prepara
tory to the morrow's baking.
"Wonder 'how ' the kids are doinj
down In the shanty , " he said ' hal :
aloud as he stopped at the window an < <
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looked out Into the night.
_ . . "It's no placo for 'em here ! " Bl ! |
- Joe , as everyone called him , left hi ! ;
" . chair , kicked It over and strode acros
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_ The situation was this : Samue
Howe had moved his small family t
the camp early in the fall and ha <
& , built the log shanty. It seemed hi
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and children there during a long , cold
winter of northern Michiganhis wife '
always laughed cheerily and said she
would so much rather 'bewith Sam.
But trouible comes even in the seclu-
sion of the forest. No one thought the
tree would .fall that way , but the shouts
of the warning were too late and the !
two little Howe boys were left father- .
less. '
"She wanted to stay , 'y'know"vPete
I said , as he Iblew ' rings to the ceiling.
"Yes , yes , tout it's , tough just the
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fais best to discourage Sammy. He
said : 'But , Sammy , Santa Claus used
to come down the chimney at home.
You know we used to , let the fire go
out ; but here , why we couldn't do that
and he would fall right into the
flames. . *
t "Then you'd ought ter seen that kid's
eyes : snap. That youngster's a corker !
'I'll tell you what we'll do , ' he said ,
excitedly. ' . 'We'll fasten our stockings
on the outside of the chimney. Then
he can't miss them . , Tommy. '
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THE SPIBIT OF CHRISTMAS.
"We Should Each and All Try to Make
the Day Thoroughly Enjoyable.
"Because we cannot have the Yule
log and traditional roast pig , shall we
refuse the cheer of anthracite coal and
baked turkey ? " asks Florence Hall
Winterburn , writing on the "Spirit of
Christmas" in the Woman's Home
Companion. ; "Or if even the open fire ,
the mistletoe and the family gather-
ing are beyond us , must we disdain
I the homemaking attempts of the
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to go back for. See here , boys ! " and
Big Joe set ihis foot on the upturned
f chair , "I neerd them kids talking only
I this morning 'bout Christmas , and lit-
tle Sam said as big as you 'please ,
: Course he'll come , Tommy , he allus
3 did at ( home. :
3 " 'But , Sammy , ' his 'brother argued ,
'he'll never find us away up here in
1 these big woods. :
i " 'Well , ' Sammy said hopefully , 'we
i can hang up our stockings , anyway ,
. . : he'll his to
3 and may.be--he'll stop on way
somewhere else. '
"Now , you see , boys , Tom , he knows
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"And that's what they've done , boys.
Now , it's up to us to play Santa Claus. "
The" : men all filed out In the moon-
light and took a look at the shanty.
Sure enough , there were \ two black
stockings , securely fastened to the
chimney and blowing in the wind.
Big Joe shut the tdoor with a bang ,
, then went to his bunk and took from
under it a small red box. He looked
at the contents carefully , then selected
a pearWiandled knife ' and laid it on
the table. "I've had it since I was a
little shaver down in Indiana , " he said
huskily. No one said a word , but , one
by one , other "treasure boxes" ap-
, peared and a polished agate , a deer's
tooth , a red silk handkerchief and oth
er , trifles were contributed. With each
one went some tender memory of home
and other Christmas times , perhaps.
The men carefully : : wrapped each arti-
cle in many papers and tied them with
colored strings. The cook donated two
bright red apples and two doughnuts.
They : then all chipped in and two sil
ver dollars were set aside , one to be
placed , in the toe of each stocking. Big
Joe was elected to act as Santa : Claus.
They fastened a string of sleighbells
around his waist and watched him as
'he climbed to the . . roof of , the shanty.
Sammy's dreams had been of Christ-
mas and the ringing of the bells half
awoke him. He called out in his sleep ,
"Santa , Is that you : ? " Then , waking , he
whispered from" under the blankets.
"Tommy ! Tommy ! ' - surely corned / ' ,
for I heard his , bells aringin' . "
The boys' mother , too , had -heard the
bells and had crept softly to the win-
dow in time to see six : dark figures dis-
appear behind a pile of logs , and in her
heart she blessed the tender-hearted
lumbermen.
"Say , boys , " Old Pete said , as they
turned in for'the night. "Let's take a
day off tomorrow and give the kids a
Merry Christmas. " And they did. - De
troit Free Press.
Don't give anybody smallpox. : It
Isn't an appropriate gift. '
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steam radiator , and find no comfort
, in the dainty elaborateness of a well
I spread table , catering to the needs of
a refined modern taste ? Suppose thi
misanthrope ( for the recluse who
lives only In an imaginary Christmas
is a misanthrope ) came out of hii
shell and gathered the young peopli
about him to charm their ears wltl
tales of the old ways of holiday-keep
ing 'when he was a boy. ' Would no
this be better than grumbling out pro
tests against the new ways that hav
their own reasons for being , and offe
In turn their own measure of enjoy
ment to willing spirts ? Genial ol <
age Is always a welcome presence , and <
it never suggests any contrasts thd t
put us out of conceit with the pleas
ures that lie within our reach. Bu
carping , even if it proceeds from thi
patriarch , is an infliction seven .
enough to blight any holiday.
"In the nature of things there mus
be holidays. How poverty-stricken is
that soul which does not recognize thi
necessity and throw itself heartily into <
the work of helping forward the goo <
time youth and all unspoi ed mind : :
accept "with gratitude. There is no <
predeterminate set of conditions fo - :
holiday making that need tie adven
turous hands , and if traditional cus
toms belonging to Thanksgiving ant
Christmas are vanished beyond recal ]
we can harmonize the day with ou
present abilities.
"My : sympathy Is with those whi
wish to bring back upon Christina
day the sweet old traditional observ ,
ances. I love them well , even thoSE
that are known to me only by hearsa ;
and were outgrowji in that shadow :
period alluded to as 'before the war.
But no one thing Is indispensable t <
happiness with any of us , unless wit ! :
children , and not even with them 1 :
judicious substitute Is made. What
ever we have , or whatever we lack , th
quality that makes the occasion is thi (
spirit we bring to it. Good will neve ] :
fails to create a good time. It find ;
merit In rain , lifts fog and light
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a cheery blaze within that passes for
the sunshine in its absence. And good
will has not passed away with chival-
ry , nor perished undlr the onrush of
science. It lives and breathes now ,
and is here at this moment to light
our Christmas fires and swing incense
before our altars. All we need do is
to recognize and adapt it. .
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CHRISTMAS HUMOB.
Madge - Miss Passay has volunteered
to get up a booth at the Christmas
bazaar and sell kisses. Isn't It awful !
Marjorie-Dreadful , my dear ! I never
thought that girl had the face to do
. - Smart Set.
Mrs. Spooner - Smoke , smoke ,
smoke ! John , you're just smoking
yourself to death. Spooner - It's for
your sake , Maria. : I want to get
enough coupons to get a watch for you
for Christmas. - Brooklyn Eagle.
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Uncle \ Silas - I see by the" Enterprise
thet yer son Ed's cum home fer ter
spend the ' hollydays. Uncle Abner-
Y-e-p ; Ed's spent all the money he
could git holt on , so I guess they
hain't nothin' else fer him ter spend.-
Judge. .
, Ethel-I just bought a fifty-dollar
lamp as a . Christmas present for mam-
ma ! Edith - A.nd ' what shall you get
for your father ? Ethel-Oh , I shall
get something real nice , for papa with
the trading _ stamps I got with the
lamp-Judge. ! ,
Mrs. Speyer The New'weds caa't ,
have as much money as we thought.
, Speyer-How do' you knowlrs. .
: Speyer Why , I see she has tied her
holly wreaths with the ribbon she
had on that red and white dimity she
wore at the beach last summer.-
Town Topics. ' '
Jonah was giving the details ! of the
episode. "But , " they asked : , "did your
wife believe you : when you said you
had been three days in the whale ? "
"Yes , " he returned. "She said I had
given her much more improbable ex
cuses before. " With a happy smile
he went down town .to buy her a
handsome present.-Harper's Bazaar.
"But the love you profess to have
for me-is it an , unselfish love-a love
so strong that it could even make you
humiliate 'yourself for my sake ? " Syl-
vester Carbuncle was hurt. Had this
girl , Leonora Careyhammer : , so ' soon
forgotten that he had , for one whole
day-worn tlje necktie she. had given
him , for Christmas ? - .Brooklyn Life.
Stupid George.
"Are you , going to hang up any mIs-
tletoe ? "
"No , I'm not. I put some up last
year , and George asked if it wasn't
. " --Cleveland Plain Dealer.
asparagusCleveland ?
Go SlovF.
Make new resolves mildly , or else , I
protest ,
When the time comes to keep them
you run short of zest.
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Carollers singing in morning gray ; ,
Holly and ivy in brave array ;
Ringing of bells in the tow'r aloft ,
Incense below and a chanting soft , -
&o should it be on Christmas !
. Telling the tale of theWonderfulChll - . #
. Mary , his worshiping Mother mlUi.
Angels adoring Heav'n above .
/Singing their praises of Infinite loveu
So it should be on Christmas ,
' Ever should be on Christmas ! ,
-Nora Archibald Smith. .
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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
The Butterfly Tltut Lived In a *
Tree.
Chrlstmaw 'I're
Papa , Archie and May went to , tb *
woods to get a Christmas tree ' amd
found just what they -wanted-a little-
pine" , bushy : and straight. . ,
"There is something I must cut off , " ,
said Archie. He pointed to a littlt-
gray bunch on one of the twigs and
pulled out his knife.
"No , no ! " cried May , holding his-- -
hand. "Let it stay. It's a poor little- .
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caterpillar's house. "
May : was right. One Indian summer
day a caterpillar , dressed in brown
velvet , was taking a walk In the-
woods. At last he came to the little-
pine tree and thought to himself , .
"What a nice place to spend the win !
ter ! "
So he made himself a little house.
He made it very tight and close , , - of
fine , soft thread ; and fastened up ' the ,
door. He did not leave himself even
a window to look out. If there had !
been one , how it would have surprise
him to see that he and his house and ,
the pine tree were riding in a sleigh ,
with papa and May : : and Archie.
He would have been still more sur-
prised if he had seen the tree' stand-
ing in the parlor , covered with toys-
and trinkets and little candles.
"It . must be spring at last , " he
thought , for it was very warm in the
parlor. , t
So he poked a hole in the wall- of
his house , and out he came. But what-
do you think ? He was not a cater'
pillar. / '
"Oh , see the lovely butterfly ! " crledf
May.
May.He
He flew to the tiptop bough , and the
children said there was nothing else-
on the tree so pretty as the butterfly. " '
"He must have come down the chim-
ney : with Santa Claus , " said May. , , , And
she never guessed that he came out of"
the caterpillar's house.-Youth's Com-
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' r\ . 'r ; Which . floats a-down the skies ; '
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1J / . Who loosest toward the star . , ' . .
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l The star we loved , the star of fame.
The song the song of gold.
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