Dear 25th comes only »*! Here's Christmas once'again— ' J \Let's welcome home with glee -«^<^|JMus /Lr Tha Christmaa Tree, __ *■•■ Oiu-'ftodigal returned—if we have got | sJS The Merry Bells, The Holly, *' "" Vrt* < Bjr i The Peace on Earth and the Goodwill 1 ,/ \ , The Jolly ~ Let's eat and drink our fill without a \ » jI \i \i i Good Fellowship, the generous supply question , ir i »v\ /, Of Christmas Turkey, Pudding, also Pie, Of indigestion, Jj\ The Family Reunion Indulge ourselves in care-free mirth and r 1 d n And sweet communion laughter IL, < JrJL Of heart to heart, expanded now by reason Without a thought |A I Of the glad season, To mar our joyoua sport f\ Vi) The cards, depicting frosty Christmas > Of that sad, dark brown feeling the day uQ Filled with the same old hoary I TSjl Christmas story. II Wl All these are with us now i\ WwWB I Hang high the mistletoe—bSX ~i fjfl I , ' (J So I allow Ufiißi Or low- fi"? Mill. I) I ktj | It's Christmas, and the chancea are but It doesn't to much matter, so it'a hung. i small , The young W i I vj That I'm mistaken, x Will much enjoy It, and, to be quite I FL <Ap I My confidence In this cannot be shaken, truthful, ' sS 1 t\ So here's a Merry»Chriatmastoyou all. So will some others not exactly youthful, r. if 2 jf*u r """iiMirr^ FiU u P ,he bowl ' jga |mi*H'*gi^y r Anil ' et^T,,e ' u ' ' raEr,,nce warm I fI3C May / V \jL i B B I ' make no harsh condition This Christmas day I,¥ !/f 112 Of composition- Sj \ " ; Prove all your fancy has'anticipated. ( Sa y lemonade, or even oyster soupJ^J VL I hop. But whoop / L.\j i Tomorrow you will have no cause to mope Er up f\ y' I And wisU to Moses you'd not celebrated. it Your wife has had assistance in selecting • Those annual cigars. I | L It sort of jars I ™ A woman, when, effusive thanks expecting, ( - /r) \ '\ f|] She finds her gift at } /i/ [ ( / // I \ KJ . ■ ,• , r«r.d don t forget ,'/ V> •> I, I 7 1 \ Pr Christmas unkindly miffed at. /./ —' y j / 1 \ VI .. t i y° ur debt / 7 1 12, / V f\ *\ Also I hope that she _ . . _, 4 M, If . To Santa Claus.f The season s ctuefesti \ 1 1 / / » i \[l Enraptured with her lovely rocking chslr _. ' S , , , i / \ *' r f . . . . . . ' The children's happy faces. VI \f i And get a chance to sit , , *-•/, \ y 112 . .• The poor are always with us,/that you A~hl \ Sometimes in it.know i She ought to—sometimes—that is only . . ' 110 I 112 , And so <v > Jg y . . ' . Spare of your substmce something for I I hope your boys ■ 6 JiM And girls will like their toys. Feed " ' And that their health's condition , , , . 1 ...,, . The hungry ; let no famished face at least, J6A Will not . _ I i • J^tl Shortly necessitate « lot R,SC ' ,ke " ghoSt t0 ,poU VOUr Christma. IJU Of visits from the family physician. °- 5t - N —v jfff J 7 v . # r.\ 112 You wrong forgive his i\ J That's not a bad beginning." vV t Don ' tlet - —/ 7/1 1 \ The Christmas spirit get " 77~\ /T? But why ( I i ; K Evaporated when the day is past, /'/// Should such coniirfgencies be even hinted? ; Eut mske it last ~ . ///,' I\\ 112 41 Let's rather try (X " If Why should it disappear? •' '// 1 | }MJ To realize our visions rosy tmted . A K „ p jt with ycu f2dl>nt glow , ngi , VEL And make good cheer. '! kjndt compJluionatt aaJ „ together fIX Remember iW wholesome in this and every coming IW That December M -ffp. year yffl 3 ESNETT HARRIS. F r \ j The Spirit of Christmas By DR. WORTH M. TIPPY Of all the year's festival days, Christ mas is peculiarly the festival of love. Kaster commemorates the resurrection of Jesus. It is our festival of life, divine and immortal; for the power that raised Christ from the dead has passed into the lives of the millions. It comes with peculiar appropriate ness at the season of the year when laature is awakening to spring and j .everywhere are warm winds, sunshiue, growth and beauty. Thanksgiving is our festival of Di vine Providence, celebrating the lov ing care of God over all that He has j made. It comes at the time when, in ' agricultural communities, the earth's fruitage has been garnered and the ! year's work draws to a close. It is a ! good time in all pursuits to close the | books with God, and to bring to Him Hie only possible return for His benofl •cence, the gratitude and appreciation I of our hearts. B'it Christmas is the climax of thr Christian year. It is our festival of love, and as such is it not beautifully fitting that the day should be cele brated by the bestowment of gifts? It la cs natural for love to give as for .birds to sin>? and for flowers to grow. 'llie spirit of Christmas is the spirit of giving. This spirit takes hold upon all classes of people, carrying into every soul the sweetness and purity of I love's ministry. Ii lavishes gifts in I honi< ; of wealth and it find; a way in 1 the direst poverty. Christmas was the day when God guv His richest tilt to men—Jesus the Christ—and that marvelous gi:'t of! the ages has proved the inspiration ; of the day and given birth to the spirit of giving among men. And for this reason let us give remembrances j to Just as many people as we can af ford to give. to those of our own homes, to our friends and to th»- poor.' It doesn't need to be mu< h, so that ' it Is a token of frl« ndslilp Kemember particularly the lives that are cast in hard pla<'i s. I.lit a mortgage. pay a debt, send a check to the brave worn-1 an who Is fighting for her children. Bring the youiiK man or young woman I who is away fro u home to your own fireside Send a Christmas dlum r wh«*re you are sure there would I*- a scanty one If you did int **nd It. The spirit of ('hrlstiiiHs is love pressing Itself ill ne IV iff fh* |ov« if God found lis expression in the gift of a Saviour to the world The lore u| Christ found It* expression In tto- gift of a life of pure and unselfish *erv|<*t t > mankind He gave Him .|f i,, ll4 „ «.i .«-;)t association with m< it a h«' every man might take heart in the struggle and have a reasonable hope I of being able to live likewise. J This gift of service is the best gift | which can be given to the world. And ! this gift is within the reach of every j body. There is no excuse for those \ who do not make it. None are too i busy to be friendly and none too great to stoop to little kindnesses. I once thought there were natures that could not be cordial, but I know r.ow that it was a mistake. The most inexorable duty men ever have is to love and to render services of love. It was one of the last teachings of Jesus that we will be judged at last by our attitude in practical service to the sick, the op pressed, the stranger and to those who lack the plaiuest necessities of food and clothing. But this spirit of Christmas which is to find its expression in the gift of loving service is not the spirit of mere benevolence. Kindness that is not in spired by comradeship is not beautiful iat all. It may be pity from a proud ' heart, but that is not friendship, and 1 it is not the deep brotherly love of | Christianity. Men needs friends more j than they need alms. We. all need J each other's friendships. We are in- I separably bound together as men of 'one race and men of all races. The powerful need the sympathy and rec- I ognltion of the humble, the rich of the | poor, and the cultured of the unrefined. ; and for this reason the life which finds 1 its expression in unaffected and uni versal friendship is the life which has most nearly caught the spirit of Chris; and of Christmas. Let us give sifts and among them that larger gift of loving service. Thus will the spirit of Christmas be shi-d abroad and make the world brighter and better. | CHRISTMAS IN TIIE KLONDIKE. i fat ' . Are you 4<jluc to hatiK up jour I mocking?*' What do v.iu iik - ai* for' iHi you "hill*. I w&ut to get one of uiy feet ;(rot«n* T»« a t optra. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 14, 1905. r Carving the Christ Turkey To carve the Christmas turkey .skill fully and successfully requires a knowledge more than that acquired by general observation. To the amateur carver as he watches the practiced hand it seems the simplest thing in the world, but when he attempts to duplicate the feat he soon discovers that a careful study of the bird's an atomy is necessary. At the Christmas dinner the turkey is of first importance and the proper handling 0' the fowl means much toward the success of the viand. The host usually manipulates the carving knife and fork. There seems to be a tradition that on this day the bird in all its brown and savory splen dor should be placed intact upon the table. A thin, sharp-bladed knife and PHingo the fork upright Into the centtr of the breastbone. The drumstick la re moved by a single stroke of the knife, hit ting the joint exactly. a platier of sufficient size to hold th® fowl and its disjointed portions are necessary to enable the carver to work with neatness and dexterity. Whether it is good form to sit. or stand while accomplishing the work depends entirely upon the coml'ort of the performer. There is also a ques tion as to whether the head of the tur key should ba to the carver's rii;ht or left. This is also for the individual to decide, but generally the he? I is to the left, as the wings ana legs are more easily disjointed with a stroke from left to right. If the company be small and the bird one of good size, carve from one side only. The other side may be reserved for slicing cold The first move of the carver is to in sert the fork astride the breastbone, at the point, plunging it deep enough C • H&tl A V-shaped cut toward the join: separa'.ei j the thigh and drumstick. to secure a Arm hold. Then removt the drumstick with one stroke of tht ; knife, first cutting through the skit | down to the joint, hitting it squarely i It is a little difficult to locate this joint, but by pressing the leg awaj from the side of the turkey it is read ily found. It is claimed that the expert carvel does not remove the fork from tht breast until he has quite finished, lit j that as it may, it is quite necessarj to use the fork in separating tht thigh from the "drumstick," and tU< "hip" is a favorite part with many. 1 To accomplish this, make a V-shapec cut toward the joint, holding the thisl against the side of the turkey with tht fork. The "drumstick" drops ofi' neat ly into the platter. The next stroke removes the wing A deep cut through the ball and socke: joint severs this with a par! of tht I breast meat. To strike the join' j squarely the first time require* sVill j 1 hough sometimes it i< done very neat ! .V lii ji atrukr llirougi. : . tut., i- i ■.> J I .-1 V.I - lb« «k II M ly h. pui'f luck, and this ull - tint mo il iHVOiable loitiimnl (I'oili Ihe ttx ID'IIMII hungry 4>II<'UII)IIIK> If th« knife doetu'l Strike the joillt at tlist move it lack and forth, pi t>in; tin Ainu >l*4/ from tht< u>dy, dlscluoiai tbe billl of the joint, Iheli cut tli. iuwt and the »iu( 1.1 When this IIIOO' I 14 • -nili{iiat«*d tin illtjtiiiilril |iiirlluiM at 1- laid In in<> of ill-" i>lkitir tir yut 011 14 plain, in allow uf frt« apai • fir ail iu| ih« breast Mint P v , / ' is if ' iammers 'he big church bell ffl IjP- A On Christmas Eve, till melodies we JL'W XJ v - > And )biibble and float, in liquid note, C/ / 4 • i\ IgP Down over the town from its depp-toned throat"? V IM jr I The Christmas fairies hammer the/bell. 4 '■ ' JLfl Y [ ie fashions \ , s /w? AW !\With diamonds and starjight-glow,Vijl W So tvopdrous white it tritocks the nighty N > N j/W ■L \ On Nature's shoulders glistening bright? I/ In 0r \jThe Christmas fairies y 112 JjL I \ And iusf at twelve when tall \ \\j 112 flecked the floor of the great front .hall, )J w ML - ".what trajft-make sweetmeats rain; / /T'' Jl }j painylittlej frost-thoughts on the parte? j l ) The QiristmaS fairies arrange it all. Jif (rim th£ t&ehrutrli lavish /Then trip upstairs in a shimmering band.- 1 ( ft shovvgf' aH tucked in bed, W- -JrSI Jjf ' A of dreams for his happy head— \' A 1(1 ' 7 Then scampeyaway to Nowhere Land. j V - /V?I X j_MAURtCE ' 112 > An Old Christmas By BERTHA E. BUSH "Aunt Annabel," said Juanita, with i i merry jingling of skates accompany ing her speech, "won't you please tie jup my Christmas packages for me? I You know where they go." Aunt Annabel assented with a little for her hands were already full >f Christmas errands for the family. Juanita did not notice the sigh. Her | laughing eyes were filled with the j vision of the boy whom she knew to ! •[> waiting just around the corner, ready to carry those skates and buckle up the straps. But her girl companion, iess absorbed, did notice it. "1 don't believe you ought to have ! asl. 'd her to do that, Nita. Every ; body is so busy at Christmas." "Oh, Aunt Annabel is always busy. But she isn't any busier at Christmas than at any other time. What does arn I old maid's Christmas amount to?" Aunt Annabel heard the careless words and the litile wrinkles on her forehead deepened with pain. "An old maid's Christmas." The red mounted slowly to her thin cheeks. It was not he quick blushing of girlhood which is deemed so beautiful, but a burning, I gainful Hushing that seemed to leave | her wan face more hollow and whiter than before. "An old maid's Christmas!" How hateful it was to be an old maid! She "At'NT ANNABEL.," SAID JUANITA. had ne\er dreamed of it when she was as young as Juanita. When she was as young as Juanita —oh, much young er—John Warren had said: "Annabel id my little wife, anil we are going to be married next Christmas." How far away the next Christmas had seemed then—farther than the next century i now! The years slipped before her eyes \ like a dream. There had been other i lovers, but uor.e t.o dear as this little John of her childish years. How de voted they had been to each other, '< and how constant through all their hoy and girl ups and downs! The eld rs had smlbd at their frank affection ind half believed that what John said would come to pass at some future ! Christmas. She and John hud wholly' believed it. She remembered how they played together, how hu drew her uu his sled, how h« always chose her tirst 1 at spelling n atehes. although she waa itoi a good speller, and John was one |uf the bi si She remembered their' juurrcls. Ah! Th'- last time she had ever si en It I lit they had ipiarrele I It v a-> atom a pair of clubby r. I mitten, that she had knit with skillful girlish lingers Site had meant I LI. IU lor his ChrUlntan prtsent. but fee had round I* out beforehand. and buy I i»hli(D, had teasel her alsiut ih-ui "I'll n«ver Hive liieui to ><> i now.' sfte ha I d< < tared, uiiar>l> And then her John. 11l tie true lover a t he »iv , !|>d m«lt»d "tih. please give them to MM." be t had b«a*rd "You know I would give rwu «.>r)ihing 1 have, Aunabei. if you love me, you will give them to j me." But it was sweet to hear him plead, and the little maiden was desirous of prolonging the pleasure. "If ever I love you again, I will give them to you," was all she would say. Just then a neighbor's boy had hurried up breathless with importance. "John. John. Your mother has sent for you togo home right away. She's got a telegram from your grandfather. He's dead." It was the last time she had ever seen John Warren. Within an hour he was speeding on the train to the home that death had entered so sud denly. Then there had been sickness and unexpected removal in her own family, if John had written to her, she had never received the letter. Her own childish, misdirected epistle to him had come back to her months aft erward from the dead letter office. John had passed completely out of her life. But put away among her most precious treasures were the little red mittens waiting to be given to him. What had an old maid to do with such mementoes? How Juanita would laugh if she knew her foolishness! She would get out the mittens this very Christmas and send them to her brother Bob's boy—Bob's boy who was always losing mittens. It was a hard day. Juanita's heed less words seemed to tinge everything with bitterness. They sounded in her imagination again as she sat wrapping up the Christmas presents. A foolish mist was in her eyes as she did the stubby mittens up into a neat parcel, wrapped them in white tissue paper and tied them with red ribbon. Just then she was called away. The pres ents lay out on her table as carefully arranged as the specimens in a scien tific cabinet, hers on one side and Juanita's on the other. So they would have remained had careless little Susette kept out of the room. But Susette wanted baby ribbon for her own small concerns, and nobody but Aunt Annabel kept it on hand. In helping herself to it, she knocked two small packages from the table. They were both about the same size, soft and tied up with red ribbon, and the envelopes to hold each had laid, al ready directed, beside. Susette, hastily picking them up and trying to put them back, exchanged the packages. The stubby red mittens in their dainty wrappings laid beside the envelope ad dressed "Mr. Walter Taylor." to whom Juanita had meant to send an em broidered handkerchief. "Who is Mr. Walter Taylor?" Aunt Annabel had asked, and Juanita had replied, lightly: -Oh, he's Jack's uncle." (Jack was the boy who carried the skates for her.) "He's a lonely old gentleman and I thought it would please him to have |me send him something. He's a wid | ower, and he has lots of money, and ' .lack is his only nephew." And world 11y-wise little juanita smiled meaning ly at the unworldly little aunt who | would never, at her age or at any age, j have thought of future prospects iu I i his way And so, by Susette's mistake. Mr. j Walter Taylor received the stubby red | mittens instead of the handkerchief that was designed for him. It was a lonely man who opened the little red ribboned package, though no one but a girl like Juanita would have thought lOf calling him an old gentleman. | When lie unwrapped the package and read the card that said In the small, dainty, old-fashioned "lady's hand": With a great deal of love for Christ | mas from Annabel Wilder," his face suddenly changed into the face of a i.oj He whistled 'I hen ne laughed. ' I'hen b- scrutinized the postmark, snatched In- hut and was oft like a hot to find a directory, liut Ali.s An nabel's name was not in the directory, as she lived with her sister and sister'* husband I' was Christina - evening before he traced her. It hit I een a lonely day for Anna !el Juanita's words had taken all the pbasur* out of it t'dsier Agnes and! Hroiher Char • * and their children wer* as Mud a* could , but iliey !«• ' loaned thoroughly lu ea< h uther I and *u absorbed lu each other that he could not help it very m ' left out feeling Hbe wont lu b«r room I 112 ear!/ with a headache, and some teara had bedewed the pillow before Juanita tapped at the door to say, in an aston ished voice: "There's a taller in the parlor for you, Aunt Annabel. It's Jack uncle, and he never said a word about the Christmas handkercnief I embroidered for him. He didn't seem to notice me at all. 1 doubt if he knew me. But he wants to see you dreadfully." Jack's uncle? Annabel felt bewil dered enough, but she rose and made ready with a sigh, feeling quite sure that Juanita was mistaken and that it was only a book agent making a most untimely visit. Who else ever called upon her? The caller stood by the parlor door as if lie could hardly wail for her com ing, and, curiously enough, he held in his hands—of all the ridiculous things —a stubby pair of red mittens. But it was not a strange face that bent over them. It was the face, grown older and altered, but certainly the fa;;e, of the boy for whom the little mittens had been knit, John Warren. The room whirled strangely to An nabel, but it was surely John who caught her. It was John's voice tnat was explaining that he was indeed John, that his name had been changed to suit the provisions of the will of the maternal grandfather who made him his heir, with the condition that he would take his name. Somehow in the surprise and the be wilderment and the comfort of having John again, John to whom she had told every thought, the pitiful little story of the spoiled Christmas day came out. Then she raised her head "SWEETHEART," UK SAID. in sudden mortification, and held it to the light till every wrinkle and worried pucker from the broad forehead to t&a tremulous mouth revealed themselves in pitiless plainness. "Oh, what have 1 said? What must you think of me?" she cried. But the man who had been John Warren drew the little head down again, and, quite unmindful of Juanita, who was certainly peeping through the crack in the door, kissed the trembling lips and the white cheek that grew suddenly as rosy as Juanita'a own. "Sweetheart," he said, "you shall never spend another old maid's Christ mas." Gifts from the Tree If Money Brought Happiness If money only brought happiness, there would be little Christmas cheer in a majority of homes. In the Dark. ' Well, have you bought wour wif-j'a Christmas present yet?" "I dunno. She has all our Christ mas stuff locked up in one of the clos ets, where I can't get at it."- CHILDHOOD'S FAITH. M\ ' Sfe Grandpa Now. Tommy, you must take good eire of all these nice toys, don't beat your drum so hard. Tommy tirau'pa, don't you be so bossy; Santa Olaus doa't care how soon we break our things all up ho'a got lots. His Little List. "Have you made up your list for Christmas?" asked Ihe fond father "Yen," replied the young hopeful. he produced a toy manufacturer'* cat* logue. "There it Is." Fond of Writing. "I am really d<|lght«d at the Inter est m> Im>> Tommy U taking in his »rtt tug ill Mi Hi> kelby "if-- spun I* two hours a day ai It " ' Ueall) ' HUM SI range 1 How DID you g**t hitu 10 do It?" "Oh as for thai, I told him u> w.iti Mi uui a li.it <>f i-rything lis wau'vd fur * kftatWM, au'i Us • still at il" 11
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