CHRISTMAS BELLS By jane 4 William, 0. Lhristmas bells, ning out the Savior + birth Sweet bells, glad bells, this day to all the earth, That all te Hum, their glorious King 0 silver belly, may incense bring Who welcome Nim, with Him shall raga, | Tell it again ond yet again, 0. Christmas bells Q Christmas bells. ring out the story oid - the sweetest ever told Immanuel the King has come 0. chiming bells, be ye not dumb ‘Tis peace on carth, good will to men. Tell it again, and yet again, ©Q. Christmas bells Gay bells, joy bells ¥ AL» Christmas Dream By TOM MASSON veel to have a good old! mas I used to and this lim going stead years—a Christ have year 1 am for mas when | was going 8] 1 up u COOK we cook for tickets keys—-what do iyway?’ | about *Martha,” she helped | it you anhow at sald Mrs herself, “is Wiggton, evidently a waltress.)' Sh, Wiggton, “She Wie il, warned hear you A waitress! ! sh ti wr Oldest | the won't amilies And way, my dear, ry ar unbend, Martha's sconsitive and feel RL” The by vou? > a TEA E Ime goin NIG an ashen char, ook day assemble, His to a dying star And tired eves of i look { At the CHRISTMAS OE ire tale in ier dreams RSW fa bough a-fremble } th tira he Ire wr In ' saat iii rhe i540 Wigotc i she | JOH fromm the city, after be had gone she was temporarily merely an object of curiosity “What's the matter with this burner?” sald Wiggton, exan | the ancient heater with windows. “It doesn’t seem to { up the way It used to. And | blamed thing throws out enough coal i gas to run a gashouse with” Back Mrs nove] ent wi read having married wAWav irom out of it; id Wiggton How 1 have last have 0 some stead FOO ke Well thing decent to fat at tired How I am of this lern cooking!” The next day, when they arrived at the little New England village where the Wiggton homestead reared its nd neat down. i "I guess ! “Haint been | It never did i to." | The next day whn Wiggton and his wife at last sat down to their Christ. mas dinner, that enthusiastic gen- | tieman rubbed his hands In glee “Now,” he said, "we're in for it “Here comes the turkey, Hooray!” | Martha brought iL In on a platter. { She followed with chicken pie, boiled | turnips, cranberry sauce and mashed | potatoes “Isn't this great?” said Wiggton, plunging his fork Into the turkey's breast bone. “Martha, where did this | turkey come from?" “Sam Tucker” said Martha “Sam's done well this year with his tur keys.” ‘ “That must be a local turkey” ven tured Mrs. Wiggton, watching her husband's desperate efforts to carve. “It does seem a little tough,” said Wiggton, “ Never mind; we know whera iL comes from. These city tur Les it's all right,” she said used for some time, burn the way it shed CuUgnt has S105 3 v * rf t! part of hovering Finally, by they both ar and made their the Wiggton, large cach near impulse WAY into from his foot AKIDE pocket a perfecto, put one the the on gtruck malch, turned to his wife: “My dear.” he observed, “I have a confession to make That was the toughest turkey, the soggiest pump kin, the most abominable coffee, to say nothing of those fierce and In digestible doughnuts, that 1 have tasted for years. And now I'm going ot find out about the next train back. I want to get home as soon as possi ble and have a good square meal.’ s- New York Mall and Express. K 7 IN S——— § | know they 1 hat this and that § in | know There wu, Who 1rd for the test, wdy and loved A nd died When Christmas = Calling ng, way hile? A Sacred Festival, $e " of Buddha son son). The Druid inter solsti he fest] of Maya held dur hy i" i H 11] oe Keep Yule jval. (Monier exico holds the festival of Capacram the Indies, Volume 1} Persia at the same fod of Mithra celebrated on December of “Natalie Solis Invicta Scandanavia held at Yuletide the fos tival called Jul, in honor of Freya, son of Odin (Brewer, page 311), ele. in the win | pag pe honors the Rome festival birth at wat A Christmas Cross, No firtree in the forest dark But humbly bears its cross, No human heart in God's wide world But mourns its bitter loss, Yet Christmastide can clothe the fir In splendors all ungnessed, And bring to every suffering heart Its joy, its peace, ils rest God rest you, then, my gentle friend, And take your Cross away, Or clothe 1 with a radiance new, On this glad Christmas Day. ~Willla Boyd Allen in Youth's Companion. King's Baron of Beef, The roval baron of beef, which al ways appears cold on King Edward's sideboard Christmas Day, at Osborne, is invariable eut from one gf the bul iocks bought at the King's annual sale of fat stock, early in December. This year there will be 450 sheep, 100 swine and thirty bullocks to be | 218 ~~Chicago Chronicle, Quaint Christmas Decorations. Here § 2 quaint idea in Christmas 31 f ¢ Of Lue a i“ i Crackers 4 The Christmas Dinner, : nd, where we der 1Ain pudding roast goose, IS fhe even 8 the Ameri CRIrag id a menu is served ’ af an t tion the ©i4 old-time enter lish dinoer is an ne longs for a 141 i pumpkin © wi rg oo - > — oy "Twas the night before Chirstmas, in each little house The children were walling As still as Aa mouse To hear the puff puff And the pish, chugg and squeal Of good old St. Nicholas’ Automobile! ~«jlustrated Bits, The Merry Days. Hang the holly berries Let the red flames glow; Cheeks as red as cherries Was born on Christmas Day. ‘Neath the m'stietoe! Outside volees on the air: Christmas comes but once a year.” Steeple Yells aringing Over merry throngs, And the fiddle singing All the oldtime songs! And outside voices on the air: “Christmas cameos but once a year! aie + i0r your Christ Mamma the story f Banta Emers ma, intrin can he doefr 0 male How Necessary to a E ARRIVAL OF THE CHRIST- MAS DINNER. GOOGD Ti CHRISTMAS IN DAWSON CITY. dear itl iat lie has Deen 4 Ageous!) amber happen? Mrs. Grabborls months tte major to alle schoois, and bas that one of tb Christmas tree” Cxerie » ne he 1} only A Sunny Christmas, it i Sar And wd when {Where MOE OU Sant IANS Was Caine (O we [lve pow you Knows ndrad 1} a TOW, ESOAr real shot; : . CALOS, Wore some things that I brought, I've missed new sald A little thing leave 1his That's just pocktbook well filled, what I will do” Of course it only was a dream But =till 1 think “twould Just great if | was Santa Claus And Sania Claus was me ~Jonhstone The Diplomat, be Murray. night “Nothing unusual” you say, “The mistietoa helps many a bashful wight” And "He who will not when he may.” Ah, but this kiss the impearis—- The memory my very belog jars; Christmas-tide other giris, outside deneath the stars —=Mardeline Orvis
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