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Helen, is So Hurt that She Never Again Will Spend Christ
mas with His People.
ly MABKL 1IEKBEHT URXICIt.
The Christmas trm stood In the corner
of thw parlor. With lt tantllPR and
BhlmmerliiB decorations and ninny pavly
tied pukagei, It Kave an air of festivity
to the whole room.
llelon, with Wini
fred In her lap. had
hOFrn a spat In
the barkfjround. She
was very tired. The
exertion of putting
up and de'coratlnR
"Winifred's own lit
tle ChriMtmaff tree
the nlKht . before,
and of petting ready
to upepd thls.UhriHt
lna.i day. with his
people had taxed
her strength. . .
Winifred , was
laughing and glee
fully clapping her
lianda at the tree.
It was much larger
and more giiyly
decorated than had
been her own little one. And here they
had a ""real Santa ClaUs." -
I'rank;:-Warren's younger brother, 'pad
Kood-na'tiii'edly dressed up W'llh a white
beard arid a red coat and was handing
the presents off the tree.
'"Roy from grandma," he read from a
parkftge he had jimt taken off.
Hoy" was Carrie's little boy, and he and
his baby filnter, Annabclln, had so far
received most of the presents. Helen had
known It -would be like thle. Carrie, War
den's Fii-ter, and her children were always
shown markd favoritism In. their grand
father's house. And this was why Helen
had so dreaded this day.
ilia family had always , slighted her,
but that they should ellght Wlnfred was
even harder to bear. Ho far the only
package called out for Winifred was an
inexpensive doll. Heltn bated herself for
taring so, but she could not help It.
"For Carrie from mother," announced
Frank, handing out a large package
which, being too heavy for the tree had
been among IIiobo plueed underneath.
"While Helen was sitting connidcrately
back of Carrie, she could nee her unwrap
the lovely iilver candelabra a most ex
pensive one.
"For Helen from mother," announce
Frank, untying a small packags from an
upper branch.
. Helen hesitated to open this, dreading
the contrast beside Cunlo s present. Yet
ho felt it would be ungracious to hold
the package unopened. A pair of white
kid gloves'.
She was glad of tho laughter over a
n.w present just unwrapped by Hoy, tht
lor a moment distracted the attention
from her and ehe hastily "replaced the
gloves In their box and laid It oa the
chair beside her.
Of all the family it was only Helen and
Winifred who were flighted. Warren,
Carrie, Kdlth. Frunk, Ijiwrcnce (Carrie's
husband). Aunt Marythey all had beau
tiful presents. And Carrie's children were
deluged with gifts.
Uoy on a thining velocipede, his grand
father's gift, was wheeling his ' way
mound between the chairs when hu
bumped up against Helen, striking Wini
fred' little knee.
"Oh, Roy, you must be more careful!"
warned Helen as, Winifred began to cry
"You mustn't run Into people like that."
But Roy wheeled on, bumping into sev
eral other chairs. And no uno reproved
him no ono in this family ever did.
Hardly had Helen quieted Winifred, when
Uoy rolled buck. flourishing a large horn
which he blew noisily at everybody.
"Oh, Roy, pleasu don't do that," pleaded
Helen, ua he put tho horn almost In
Winifred's face and blew It lustily.
Winifred, whtmpering, shrank back and
Uoy tbruut the hum still nearer and blew
again. This time Helen reached over and
took It from him. He tried to snatch It
back tut she hold H firmly.
"No; I can't have you frightening Wlnl
fred. I'll give It to you after a while not
now."
At this be set up a howl.
"Wby what's tho matter?" asked Car
rie.
"Aunt Helen wen't give me my horfl,"
be sobbed angrily.
"What did you take his horn for,
Helen T' deraanded Carrie IcUr. .
"Ha was blow.bg U In Winifred's face."
quietlj.
"Never mind. Boy, staring At Helen
t;dt. "Hera Is sister's bora," atvlsni
hiin one tbat was aaooj ULtl Anna be. le1!
preeen.J.
AdJ Ko"' bc;io blowing It AzCiali?,
Ua waited until tber wvr ail altcortoj
in aoxn Hfw package, irA tbea ran bate'
of chair am) (3 Ut ha bbnr hr3)7
a: Winifred, once more stuUny hr try.
-Carrlr.'V Hata fctJ nrw tautfi U
tvemX to biX. kut ttr Izdsasdra iMjA
her voice so that every one In the room
heard. "Carrie, If Roy doesn't stop I'll
have to take Winifred upstairs. I can't
have her frightened this way."
Carrie coldly shrugged her hoiilders.
"Yon should teach her not be so nervous.
My children aren't afraid of a little noise.
But come here, Roy; leave Winifred
alone."
There was an Insolent note In her voice
that sent the blood flaming to Helen's
face. For a moment there was an em
barrassing rl'.once. Then his grandmother
murmured :
"You mustn't do that, Roy. That Isn't
nice." '
But Helen felt, she had forced herself
to say it; that her sympathy-was always
With Clartie's children.
Here Frank called out more presents,
and their attention was again distracted.
Even Helen did not notice several mo
ments later that U6y was stealing slyly
up behind her chair, and a sudden blast
of his horn In her ear frightened her
almost as much as It did Winifred.
Without a word she rose to carry Wini
fred frpra the room. But as she threaded
her May through the chairs toward the
door, she passed a small table on which
Carrie had placed one of her presents a
Bohemian glass vase.
Just how it happened Helen never knew,
but In crowding through tne narrow
space Winifred's little legs, dangling over
her arm, pushed off the vase. It fell with
a crash.
There was a dead silence.
Then Carrie cried angrily, "Helen, how
could you be so careless?"
"I'm sorry," forcing her voice to steadi
ness. "I was oniy irying io Kei -fred
away from Roy. I'll gladly pay for
the vase."
And without again glancing back, Helen
almost flew out of the room, up the stairs
to the spare room where their wraps lay
on the bed. Winifred, who stilt held her
doll, played with It contently, while Helen
burled her face In her furs to smother
tba sobs.
About ten minutes later there was a
sound of steps on the stslrs. Helen did
not turn.. Her face was still hidden. It
was not until he spoko that she knew
It was FtanU, Warren's younger brother.
He hed always been fond of her and sne
often felt that he silently took her part.
He had thrown off the beard, but still
woro the red coat of Santa C'.aus.
"I say, Helen, that was a Jolly shame!
Roy s a little Imp and Carrie ought to be
ashamed of herself. Come on down be a
sport! lJon't let them think you cure a
hang."
Rut Helen only shook her head.
"Where's Warren?" she sobbed. "Why
doesn't ho come up?"
"Cfli, Warren's like Carrie about some
things. He gets huffed up, but he gets
over It in a little while they both do.
low Come on down I wouldn't let them
see I cared. Ixok here, Helen, 1 think
that's tho whole trouble. You're too thln
sklnnsd! Our people don't like thin
skinned folks. If you'd let them know
long ago that you didn't care a whoop
for any of them they'd been much rtioro
decent."
Helen put out a groping hand on
Frank's arm.
"You're very dear, Frank you've al
ways been. But I couldn't go down there
again! Won't you tell Wsrren to come up
please? 1 want hlni to take me home."
Reluctantly he left her. And Helen
waited qulverlngly for Warren. Hut he
did not come. H.id he refused to come?
Was she to be further humiliated before
his people? What had she done that he
should not be with her? Why had ho not
resented Carrie's Insolence? Why waa he
always taking part with his people
against her?
Resolutely she rose and with trem
bling fingers put on her own wraps. She
would go alone! fhe would not stay in
this house where they were all against
her. t;ut aa she started down she real
ised that she could not pass the parlor
door without all seeing her. Just then
Warren oama running up the stairs.
"What does this mean?" angrily.
"I'm going home. I can't stay here any
longer you shouldn't want me to!"
"I want you to act as though you had
some sen!"
Warren" I want you to take me
home."
"7ouva rrxje cnouc4 of a scene for
oiut 4&y. I'm awt gxn to be made a
foal of before my family."
"Warren, If yea d.,m'l lsX rrm rrm
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ia br tuw-roLd AttaruieatVra ) bad
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The Reason
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Don't think I'm gettln' stingy. Vou fellers ought to know
I hevrr had compunction In blowln' In my dough.
There's a reason for my savin' a dollar now and then
An object In refrsinln' from spcndln' five or ten.
"I never was a tightwad, I nerer want to be
I've spent my money freely like a snllor home from sea; ,
If you will only listen I'll tell you why It Is.
The reason I am drlnkln' boer Instead of silver flzs.
"Christmas Urns Is comln', and tt gets here once a year
And with It comes a feelln' full of kindness and cheer.
I sorta-lfke to enter tho spirit or it all
And feel ,about Its comln' like I did when I was small.
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"I used to save up pennies, and hide 'em all away
On a shelf up Ukthe closet, and I'd count 'em every day.
At Christmas time I'd take 'em from where they all were hid.
And purchase little presents, just tokens from a kid.
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"I rouldn't buy 'em Jewels, or expensive things like that
But I tot each one somethin' and placed 'em where tbey sat
And I recall how proud I felt glvln' those little things
I recall I tasted all tho Joys of which the poet sings.
"That was many years ago. Still, I never will forget
The feelln' that was In my heart it lingers In there yet.
Bo that Is why I'm savin', savin' as I can be,
And Christmas day, here's hopln you're all as happy as me."
Make-Believes
By WIXIFHED BLACK.
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Cia-xa to iraXa m settle hers I can tell I on comer of the seat with Winifred b- 1 H"ln broke the slWire.
you tta:: , , , , '-Warren. 1 will nerrr so to eny gatn-
' tide her. On tts rpnjs:.e sjdo Warren I , . . , .,
Tesj vd jaieo later lorr ie wbirting i erin oi yoj- jh4o aaln-
Aors tn taa'cab. glitl oui Uj wlrirfusr. Nch.r.- T them j -imri't worry," fngidly. They'll neviT
)j tW, Tsrr iaUa waa itajjltjg "back In J had svro sinra tbey Irf- Hut now j ask you."
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'I saw Nellie Pmlth's mother looking
at some of those horrid cheap fur the
other day. It was one of those fussy
white things. Mamma says you can get
set for 13 or M, and Nellie's mother
stood and looked at
them just as
pleased as It they
were real ermine.
Mamma and I
watched her Just
for fun. I'll bet she
Is going to get that
set for Nellie. If
my mother gave me
such a thing as
that for Christmas
I'd never speak to
her again aa long
as I lived."
That's what I ac
tually heard a
queni, pasty-faced,
broad nosed young
person of 10 or 11
say to a funny lit
tle whisp of a creature with a fretful
mouth and big, empty eyes.
"I'ooh!" sniffed MtfS Wispy. "She'll
think it perfectly grand. Khe thinks
everything her mother does Is Just per
fect, anyhow."
Iiear httlo Nellie snd dear little mother,
I wouldn't change plaeee with either of
those discontented, silly lltllo persons
on Christinas morning tor anything on
earth, would you, Nellie, darling? And
ar for being the mother to one of them,
I'd as soon bo the mother to a silly little
lag dull, ami be done with It.
rio you think everything your mother
does Is perfect, Uj oii, little N'llle?
Well, then, you are u happy little girl and
your mother Is a liunpy woman, and I'll
warrant I could pick your father out In j
a group of men Just by the contented
expression In his happy eyes and by the
smile that looks as If It had hard work
to keep from breaking out every minute.
What are you making for hlni lor
Christmas, Nellie, that good nuturcd,
happy looking father of yours?
Bh, don't epak so loud; he'll hear you.
He's the worst fellow for wanting to
know things, 'specially at this time of
the year.
What a collar boat Never, all by your
self! doing to embroider it? Got it half
-dune already? Why, so you have. What
fat little blue fetters! The first A In
Papa la a little dlisyi tried to get away
from tho pattern altogether, didn't tt.
but it couldn't do It, no Indeed! with you
holding that blue thrtrad In your tired,
patient, determine little hand? Tapa
will Uka It all the better whea ha see
hm hard It was for yoa to make It.
(iotng to put your name on It. ton.
"With dearest love frum Nelll. Well,
well, who wuaMit look pleasant with
sucfc a gift as that coming to him? Tou'll
be pretty Uraii of the wcuk aimirtl&aa
and you can't finish the fairy book till
you get that last latter all done, can
you? That's half of the fun of the thing,'
Isn't It?
And Utile Brother; how long have you
been saving your nickels to got him sf
Christmas present?' Borne one called hint
up over the 'phone the other day and
asked him If he would mind looking after
Hanta C'laus' reindeers for a day or so if
thee should be an accident.
Santa Onus himself? Why, of course
It was; who else would have known tho
Little Roy's name and the very number
of the 'phone, at that? That's what the
Little Brother la so busy about! today, Is
It? netting the back porch ready for
the reindeer; of ovurse, ha doesn't wtnt
any accident, but If (here eliould be
Big tilster la coming home from school,
is she, and bringing her new piano piece,
"Hllvery Bells," to play for you all?
And then there's the bos to get ready
for Big Brother; he's too far away to
oome home for Christmas. What fuu It is
even to think of all the good things that
are going Into that box.
Pour little Pasty Face, poor .it tie
Wispy; they don't reaUy know what
Christmas means at all, do they?
Let's be sorry for them; sorry from the
bottom of our happy hearts. They areu't
real little girls at ell, any more than their
mothers are real women. They're Just
make-believes, and not Jolly make-believes,
either, like the dolls Santa Claua
brings, but sud. dreary, mournful make
believes, like the dried wreaths Jou see
hanging on the lonesome walls of some
old-faablonetl people's housej wreatlu
that were ones bright and gay with er
fume and freab engaging beauty, and
now they are Just scraggy meinurtee u
something that once was intended to be.
Poof inake-lielleve people, with their
poor make-believe lives, I never feel so
sorry fur them any time of tho year aa at
this time tbls glorious, happy, huarUome
time of Joy and love and almplo delight
In tlmple things. Io you. Nellie, Acrl'ng!
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PITHY POINTS
II that cho.sis takes the worst.
Oocalpa and frogs drink and talk.
I'e-ti-ans cannot be peacemakers.
The toor-c'a not steel, yet it cuts.
Many vert -Tet make a full freight. ,
A l d gucui nerrr laid a tame egg.
Ileitis Is dangeroua In bJud horse, j