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
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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
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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