— Bellefonte, Pa., December 25,1903. POSER eee re CHRISTMASTIDE, ‘Because there was no room’ “The blasts of the winter are fierce and cold, The snow lies deep over hill and wold But a star shines bright through the deepen- ing gloom— Room for the Christ-child, room ! “Where man’s distrust and his greed for gain Have frozen the floods of tender rain, Till never a flower of hope can bloom — Room for the Christ-child, room! “In homes that deepest griefs have borne, ‘Mid silent forms of those that mourn, In the shadows that gather around the tomb— Room for the Christ-child, room ! “Where nations are warring, life for life, And a ery rings out from the fearful strife As a dying people sinks to its doom— " Room for the Christ-child, room ! “Room for the shepherds of Bethlehem, Room fof the angels who sang to them, Room for the Light, in the wintry gloora— © Room for the Christ-child, room!” —By Willlis BoydjAllen. THEIR FIRST REAL CHRISTMAS. There bad been other Christmases; for they bad been married nearly four years. In their new characters of the holiday saint and his wife, and the delight of watching blue eyes widen and baby lips round with slow comprehension of Christmas mysteries, they remembered, with a kind of tender pity, those two young persons who had sat down alone at a small white table and look- ed at each other happily over an infinitesi- mal green tree. Now, at last, Richie had developed an imagination equal to unquestioning belief in saints and reindeers, and even Mary Dorothy showed her appreciation of the Christmas legend, lisping sweetly, “*Sant Law Klisma.’” That proved conclusively to Nan and Richard that their first real Christmas would be a success. One day the baby dashed off a letter in a reckless hand and Richie labored and sighed with shaky fingers and blunt wet pencil point over a scrawl of acute angles huddled together in picket fence fashion and varied by occasional smooches and huge periods. “Can he read it, Mama?’ he asked, anx- jously, and Nan was quite sure he could and was asked to read it herself. “Let's see,’” she hegan. ‘‘Dear Santa Claus—why, Richie, it’s just as plain! Now, won't yon read the rest, dear, while I thread this needle?’ : “Dear Santa Claus,’”’ sang Richie, ‘I want a big red hall and some pop corn and a tree and a gun. I've been a good boy. Please bring papa and mama and the hahy somefin nice. Don’t forget the gun. I will keep my eyes shut tight.”’ ‘Why, Richie, you don’t want a gun!” exclaimed Nan, carelessly. ‘‘Only big boys have guns.’’ “Yes, I do,” insisted Richie. ‘‘Eddie has one. He’s most littler than me,’’ Then the letters were put out on the window sill for Santa Claus to collect, with stones to keep them fiom blowing away ; and later, Nan aud Richard laughed tenderly over the queer, weak sorawls. Nan translated. ‘‘He said he wanted a guu, too, Dick—an air gun like Eddie Ar- nold’s, I suppose. But I am afraid he mighé burt himself or the baby.” : “Oh,” Dick assured her, ‘‘he will forget all about the gun when he sees the train of cars [ am going to ges him.” “When is Christmas, mama?’’ asked Riobie, repeatedly. ‘Is it one day ?”’ At last it was one day. Nan explained, with difficnlty, that it was the day before Christmas—which meant that the next day was Christmas—which meant—yes, of course—that Christmas was one day. And she hung one of the baby’s ridiculous lit- tle socks, the children, like goops in their flannel night drawers, watching the cere- mony with solemn faces. That night Nan and Richard burried shrough dinner. The crisp air had soften- ed and flakes of snow feliin fluffy stars up- on Nan’s boa and wuff when they stepped ingo the sleigh. The streets were crowded ; the shop windows displayed brilliang Senor) horns tooted madly. Nan and Dick elbowed their way and stood bewildered, over Christmas beauties. Trees had dwind- "led- down to afew insignificant scrawny ones, hut they drove persistently and found a spruce, full branched and tapering. It was too tall; but they took it and went happily back for more tinsel. In the narsery, with occasional exits for string aud nails, they spoke in whispers, took council on the hanging of colored balls aud sugared animals, and ascended and de- scended a vacillating ladder. nl lovely 2’ oried Nan. “I can just see Mary Dorothv clapping her hands over the bahy doll and the nlack mammy !’ “That train of cas is a beauty,’ said Richard. ‘‘I think it will keep Richie busy for a week or so. Are you ready Nao? It is two o'clock!" The lighte went ont with a snap and they stoledown the hall. In the room nex$ to theirs, the children slept. Nan ventur- ed in, Dick following, uttering warnings. The hight shown in upon the two little cribs and toached softly the children’s rosy faces and close downy cnrls. ‘‘They are dreaming ahout tomorrow,"’ as she resoned one of Richie's wandering legs and tucked it beneath the blankets. ~~ *‘And it is tomorrow !"’ whispered Dick. “Merry Chiivtmas, Mis. Nicholas !"’ A tiny figure, faintly white, piped from the threshold, ‘‘Did be come ?’ Nan took him in beside her, and whis- pered that he must let papa sleep a listle donger. This was a good deal to ask, thonght Richie, and yielded to temptation -ansii = his: father murmured sleepily, ‘What's up?’’ and from the next room came soprano cooings, an unintelligible morning chant. Then he was allowed to ~diseover the bulging stockings; and the bahy was brought in; and they saton the ‘bed and crowed gleefully over tiny candy vhags and a weak little muric box. While Annie was dressing them, Richard and Nan hurried into the nursery, Dick to Jight the tree, Nan to smuggle in some- whing for her hushand. Then a long whis- “tle announced that everything was ready. . Richie ran on ahead Nan, too impatient _ to wait for Mary Dorothy's unc: reain steps, . picked her up and carried her swiftly down * the hall. * In front of the window stood the tree, j glistening with a network of spun tinsel - and twinkling with, starry Christmas can - dles—a hlaze of color and light in the dark room. Gay ornaments of fantastico shapes. chains of bright halls. and paper and sugar animals dangled from the brauches, On the green iridescent pinnacle hovered a lovely angel with cobweb wings. Diok and Nan watched the children ex- peotantly. 5 Richie's glance rested briefly aud with ‘selfish little beasts. wonder upon the tree; then it fell to the heap of packages at the foot and remained there. ‘What's that?’ he demanded, pointing to one. “Tan’t it lovely, Richie ?'’ cried Nan, en- shusiastically. ‘Do you see the candy ‘rooster—and the elephant—"’ «What's that 2’ demanded Richie again. “I ¢hink we ought to begin, Dick,” said Nan. ‘‘They can look at the tree after- wards.” “All right!’ said Richard. ‘‘Here is something for the baby from Santa Claus.” The bahy stared. “'See the baby dolly,” Nan hastened to explain, ‘and here is a good old black mammy who takes care of her the way An- nie does yon. Isn’t she a funny old thing ?”’ Nan’s eager voice implored Mary Doro: thy to stretch forth her hands gleefully and chuckle with delight. Instead, her lips quivered ; and as the black doll approached her, she turned to her mother with a burst- ing sob. “What is the matter ?’’ asked Richard,in dismay. “Won't you look at the dear old mam- my, dear ?’’ coaxed Nan. “And the sweet little baby doll ?”” The baby answered by another explosion of grief. ‘‘Why she is’6 afraid of her old nurse, isshe? Such a nice doll with ber funny turban!” Mary Dorothy turned away, crying more loudly. Richard exclaimed, brilliantly, *‘Nan, she’s afraid of it!” *‘Well, then, she doesn’t have to look at her if she doesn’t want to! We’ll tell papa to put her in the closet and lock her up. And we won’t let her out until Mary Doro- thy wants her!” : At this juncture, Richie, who had been testing packages by pats and pinches, gave a desperate sigh, and his father rewarded his patience by reading his name on some- thing big and round. “What iss ?'’ asked Richie, politely, as it rolled from his lap to the floor. “A drum !”’ said Richard. ‘‘Look ! Rub- a-dub-dub—"’ “What's in here ?”’ demanded Richie, ig- noring his father’s efforts and pointing to something that was noticeable for its length. “Why, that's for ‘Dick from Nan,’”’ read Richard; and Nan blushed and said : “I isn’t anything much, Dick. You had $0 have one. Let us leave our presente to the last.”’ Richie was visibly disappointed ; but oth- er packages had to be opened, and he sat on the floor in the midst of games and toys while his father taught him how to make a train of cars go and a top spin. “What's this 2’ he demanded again. ris- ing abruptly and approaching the few re- maining packages. «Those are for papa and mama, Richard,’’ said his father, impatiently, because he had been for some time unpleasantly conscious of his san’s lack of attention. ‘Is that all 2’ asked Richie, tremulous- ly. His father stared and Nan looked up from her endeavors to entice the haby into good humor with a red ball—one of Richie's presents. ‘‘Good heavens ! what more does the boy want?’ demanded Dick, angrily. “Isn't he satisfied ?”’ “What is the matter, dear?’’ asked Nan. “There is the train of cars you wrote for— and all the other things?” Richie’s face twitched ominously and he retired behind a obair from which a mo- ment later, came an unmistakable smiffing, growing in intensity, that aroused the bahy to low sympathetic renewal of her sorrow. “Well, I think that this is abont the limit 1"? exclaimed Dick, disgustedly. “Now, Richard, this has got tostop !"’ *:Don’t be cross, Dick,”’ advised Nan. “‘Come here, old chap.” coaxed Richaid, with an effort to soften his voice, ‘‘and tell me what’s the matter?”’ Richie howled, “I don’t know !”” and his father threw up his hands in despair. \ Mary Dorothy choked over a dry sob and Nan murmured that she had bester take her out of the room. From the nursery came a sobbing mum- ble. Nan put the baby on the bed and rolled the red ball playfully toward her. The haby responded faintly, and Nan, feel- ing all at once very unbappy and tired, lay down beside her and let a few tears well up into her eyes. The dull light of an early winter morning, when the snow falls steadily, was in the room. She and Dick bad looked forward so eagerly to this morn- ing; they had been so happy the night he- fore; they had worked so long over the sree—and—Nan felt the tears rolldown her cheeks. Richard strode into the room. ‘I can’t make him stop and I can’t get anything ont of him. He doesn’t do anything but howl; so-I’ve pnt ous the candles and he can stay there alone and—why, what’s the matter ?”’ ‘I was so tired and—-disappointed, Dick,” Nan apologized tremulously for her tears. ¢*We—I shonghs it would hesaoch fun—and Richie didn’s even look at the tree—and Mary Dorothy was afraid—and I thought she would like evervthing so much—"’ As that, Dick’s anger broke forth with an angry gesture thas sens the ball rolling out of the baby’s reach and the words, ‘It’s always the way ! Do all you cau for your children ! Do they cate? Work and slave aud they reward you with ingratitude. Don’t even thank you for what you have done, but want more—aren’ satisfied !” ‘I suppose, perhaps, they are too young to—to understand,” suggested Nan, with the instinct of defending her offspring. “Tao young ?'’ snorted Richard. *‘Isn’t that the excuse we gave last year? Then what's the matter with our children? Are they idiots? Aren’t they ever going to be old enough?’ ssRichard !"’ exclaimed Nan, indignantly, “you know very well they are not idiots !"’ “Yes, I do,’’ continued Dick. ‘‘It’s my opinion that they are simply ungrateful, I have been working thas tiain of cars for an hour ! Do you sup- pose that was avy fun? Richie didn’t look at that either.” “Richard, bow you talk! Itcouldn’t have been so long. I haven't heen in here more than fifteen minutes !”’ Richard went to the window, muttering. “I; is still snowing,’’ he announuced,gloomnm- ily. ‘When are we going to have break- fast ?'’ “Not until eight o’clock,”’ said Nau, de- spondently. ‘I thought it wouldn’t—be over 80 goon. We wight godownstairs and get something.”’ Richard did not answer; and the baby fell over, gurgling, as the ied ball eluded her grasp and escaped to the floor. “Dick, don’t you see,’ entreated Nan.as they ivokedl ab the little face dimpling with recovered smiles, ‘‘they are too young. don’t know what I was thinking of to buy all these things for the baby ! Why, Dick, Mary Dorothy is only fourteen months old, and lact year Richie was a month older and he didn’t even know what Christmas meant !"’ ¢“Thas doesn’t help Richie out,’’ mutter- ed Dick. ‘He is old enough to have some fain sparks of appreciation and gratitude, it seems to me. We have given him every- thing he a > Bo Eqegcpoc=oaaosegdRa san RNR Cc NEO I DIT: » EASTWARD. UPPER END. _ WESTWARD. 3 g | = N | H Nov. :9th,1908 3 3 =| = |= | = P.M. | a. M. |AT. Lve.| A. uw. | P. 1. wees] 4050 918 4 20! senes 3 5(| 903 4 36 3 45| 8 57 4 42 3 39) 8 51 4 50 334 845 4 57 320 838 5 07 324] 832]. 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