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weeks before, when she had returned
man. Silky, golden
her head, and large eyes which seem
ed sometimes gray and wistful, but
The scarlet lips were usually parted
of snow-white, baby teeth, and
nose confessed to the slightest til
Mary Elizabeth, she had been christ-
ened, but when only a few months
old she had been pronounced by her
proud nurse “simply angelic—just the
image of a wee little cherub,” and
since then all thought of the
name seemed to have been forgotten:
explanation which would have cleared
the misunderstanding, and although
since then she had been miserable
and had admitted to herself that shoe
was in the wrong, was deter
mined that he should never know it,
There was the old Dupont pride
she
For one moment they looked into
each other's and then with
cold nod she turned away and busied
herself with the game, which for the
being she had forgotten. Very
interest she felt, however, in
eves,
time
little
of humanity was known as “Cherub,”
and only as “Cherub.”
Everyone loved her, for had
an amiable disposition, and when she
laughed and each cheek dimpled pret
tilly, she was irresistible, woe to
the person who incurred her displeas.
ure. A frown from her meant trou
ble, and during the five years of her
life her parents had to know
she
jut
grown
storm was brewing, and that it would
be well to take Miss Cherub in hand
at once,
with mischief, and generally when
they found her sitting alone with that
faraway, saintly they
knew that way down beneath
curls a plan of action
which would
expression,
thosa
being
Was
formed
one Into trouble
by. Her chief
making this sn
plice, léading
campaigns and
the punishment.
fronted with the
you started that!” uld
those wido, innocent eves,
straight at her accuser and say
the slightest droop to th
her mouth: “Bobby did |
ent, however, being
good,” for tomorrow would be Christ
mas and she had placed many letters
up the chimney of the fine, big Fifth
avenue residence, asking Santa
Clause for all sorts of nice presents,
which she was to get un
less she was an little gir!
Christmas morning, before any on:
in the house but the servants was
awake, the two children were excitel
ly whispering together about what
jolly old Saint Nicholas had left for
each, for sleep was far distant,
nurse's scolding and attempt at
suasion was of no avail
Near breakfast time Aunt
Dupont, their mother’s pretty
sister, just of
surely get
undoubtedly
delight was
g on
hav }
When she
charge,
she w
was con
rais
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t
At pres.
she “awful
was
sure not
ohed
1 +
ent
per
two vears out board
the holidays with the family,
spend
“Merry Christmas!” kissed each
could get dressed the
dining room.
and come to
Immediately on
Mr. Baldwin wecul
door. where each
stockings
the
iast every
finishing
i un le
the tree
and
awaited of
children would
one was 3
od just outside that enchanted re
Impatiently jumping
hardly to
one urged
they burst into
room it was good to see their f:
Their shouts and screams of delight
and Joud “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” could
be heard all over the house. as each
discovered his many gifts under the
brightly decorated tree
When, an hour after, Cherub and
Bobby were “dragged off to church,”
as they were pleased to express it
they left their hearts as well as dolla
and woolly dogs in the library at
home. Naturally they squirmed and
twisted through the whole
and occasionally whispered
other in eager tones.
That afternoon they were allowed
to Invite four of their little friends to
a small party. They were all playing
under the tree with the Christmas
things, and as Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin
had gone to walk Gladys proposed
having a game of “I spy” with the
youngsters. As she announced this
Cherub, who was always the leader,
yelled, “Hurrah for Aunt Gladys. Now
she can be It!” and then whispered,
Just as audibly, “No, Bob, 1 choose
to get under the sofa; stop pushing
me!"--ag they were hiding.
“Coming, ready or not!" called
Gladys, as she started off on a hunt
that proved fruitless. As she ran
into the hall to continue the search
she came face to face with the man
to whom she had but recently been
engaged. It was the first time she
ready and
up
daring breathe,
father to hurry
the brightly
to each
expectedly appeared on the scene,
and who at that very moment, before
her astonished eyes, was coolly loung-
ing in a Morris chair, glancing care
lessly over a magazine.
When the first was
she became embarrassed. As though
her Jack Burrows
“When Fred and Fan
? You see, I Fred at
weeks would come
pend Chri i3ible
surprise
reading thoughts
spoke,
in
two
Wil
loact
east
to
wrote
that |
ago
from
it
me I supp
How long have
Chérub, hearing a
you been here?
fam r volee,
place, and was
her
from hiding
“and 1 refuse to have anvthing to do
with him whatsoever. 1 know that
he was in the plan, too, and you a'l
think you can everything atl
right again, but you can't, you can'i.
I shall stay in my room this evening
after dinner, so don’t try to persuade
me entertain him. Take him out
with you; I shan't go.”
By 10 o'clock Gladys, worn
with her own thefights and tired
her room, decided to go Jdown into
the library and enjoy wa fire. Why
should she punish herself in this way,
cooping herself up in that gloomy old
room, and what harm would it do to
be simply friends with Jick, wore the
questions she had bean turning over
in her mind.
At down much to
the bewilderment and secret pleasure
of the gentleman musing before the
fire, and ly settled herself in a
huge chair beside him. Neither
spoke, for neither knew just how to
open the conversation.
The becoming unbear-
when a tiny heard in the
hall caused them to glance toward
the door. There on the stairs with
her night dress clutched a bit up on
displaying her little bare
and with her eves wide open as
though sleep had never visited them,
Cherub.
make
10
out
of
last she
came,
COs: iy
silence was
able noise
side,
one
HT
AS
her
chievou
is
of her friends
the most mis
did not
that the place for her at that
in bed?
who welcomed any interruption to the
caught the child
sight
into
smiles, for
she caught
broke
of
face
she
know
stairs
hour was up Gladys,
suspense, ran, up
and mother and father—and Bobby,”
doubtfully, “when he's real good.”
By thig time Glady's face was crim-
son, and angry tears rose in hor eyes.
The idea of being made a laughing
stock, even by a child! Then as the
little arms stole around her neck all
the bitterness melted away and only
love and longing filled her heart.
“Aunty, when is you and Mr. Jack
going to get married? U'm going to
be flower girl and have a white dress
and pink Mother sald 'very
soon,’ when I asked her a long time
ago,” rattled on the unsuspecting
youngster.
It was then that Gladys threw
pride to the winds, for from the
midst of Cherub’s tangled raurls came
a mufflel, but very tender, “Yes,
Cherub, very soon,” which just reach.
Jack's ears. He started joyously
from his chair.
“Oh! Cherub, it's so late von must
go back to bed. What will mother
say?’ And Gladys picked up the lit
tle fairy and carried her to the stairs,
where she kissed her many times.
Then with happy, sparkling
i and a little bright spot on vach cheek,
she went back into the library and
stood beside Jack. Together they
watched the child climb the steps.
“Good night, lit Cherub,” they
called after her as Jack took both tha
girl's hands in his, and
By this time Cherub had disap
peared, and was crawling happily
back into bed —The Pathfinder,
roses,
ed
eyes,
tle
Day Before Christmas.
Mrs
est wish?”
Mr. Turkey
Turkey
Christmas Anxieties.
Dolly—"Doesn’t it worry you aw-
soon comfortably settled on Jack's
knee, while the other children, who
Jack was a great favorite at the
house, and the broken engagement
with Gladys had been a source of
disappointment to all, especially to
Mr. Baldwin, with whom Jack had
been Intimate ever since the days of
Yale together.
Gladys fled furiously to her room,
where all the rest of the afternoon
she nursed her woes. Just before
dinner time Mrs. Baldwin came to
comfort her, and tell her how Fred
had never even mentioned Jack's
talked-of visit, and how the meeting
at the house was a big mistaks,
which all wished had beon avoided.
But the injured one would hear noth:
ing of it.
“It was very unkind of vou and
Fred to bring us here together when
you know how I hate him. 1 do hale
him,” she sobbed, with a little stamp,
and cuddled
Where's
her warmly in her lap.
mother and father!
over on that chair? When is you go-
ing to bed?" came the questions pell-
mell, never waiting to be answered.
To Jack's inquiry as to how she hap-
pened to come down stairs in the
night in that fashion, she replied that
she had waked up and couldn't get to
sleep again,
“1 thought it would be nice to
come down here with the Christmas
tree and pretty lights and play Jolly.
More fun than lying in bed, ‘cause 1
got so hot” was the explanation
which she seemed to tnink justified
her advent. At this the young cou
ple laughed heartily.
“Is Mr. Jack your beau, aunty, and
do you love him this much?” was her
next query, at the same time stretch.
ing out her arms as far as her chub.
by shortness permitted. “Yon love
aunty, don't you, Mr. Jack? 1 love
you both, and I love Santa Claus, too,
} fully to think what to buy for Tom?
Polly—“Of course but it worries
me more to think about what Tom is
lable to buy for me”
Puzzle — Find the Stocking That
Johnnie Hung Up,
The appleg and peache
The plums § can pick /
All
But none of the summer
Lihe that which We pich
ine frit
it's fine to ch u
Are yellow on,
Things
And steam.cary an
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And
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fron rhe on AD
you and scold
Chrigtmay tree
and drums
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foo,
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whore th
place nf all —
wonder ful fru,
mind,
tmayg tree
Two Btockings.
In her little
Betty Baby found,
First, a tiny golden ring
with rubies round,
Then a lovely dolly
Beautiful to see,
Bonbons, cakes
Happy Baby
SlOCKIng
Set
and toys,
she!
sugar
little
In her
Polly Baby
KEEPING THE SECRET.
I have a with Santa CI]
And
ie knows
He keeps
ecr
he will eYel tall:
EUCSS,
How very surprised
jut knows the
ut Santa Claus
nobody
and
1 mother dd.
y know;
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I'm
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It's something need for
dressing-case,,
I made it—it's all me;
It's square and pink and covered w
lace,
And it's name beging wit
you
from
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musia’t know until
Day,
Oh, my, aren't secrets fun?
You
I never would whisper one!
The Poor Boy's Christmas.
Observe, my child, this
And note the air of
With which
Toots his tin horn, his toy.
What need costly gifts has he?
The widow has nowhere to flee,
And ample noise horn emits
To drive the widow into fils
pleasure keen
only
of
3iR
MORAL.
The philosophic mind can se
The uses of adversity.
The Stock Exchahge. bo
Many persons think of the New
York Stock Exchange as a seat of
commercial iniquity, an been
encouraged in this view by
articles picturesque and expert
phrasing, but not so accurate as they
ought to he.
When something unusual,
recent decline of stocks, calls atten.
have
original copy, and in one of his
poems, which contained in the origi
day by day. [It seems remote from
the interests of the man
means,
is a solid and important
almost sure signs of the state of the
It is true that a great many of the
are mere gambling, and represent
nothing more than the turning of
money from. one man's pocket int
another's; it is also true that even 1m
legitimate trading there is a fever
and hysteria which perverts not only
commercial values, but life values.
Nevertheless, most of the chieanery
and madness of stock transactions
flourishes not in the central market,
nor in the offices of those who guide
ft. but In the suburbs of the busi
ness, in offices not related to the ex:
change or to any reputable banking.
house. | —a
Real stock transactions bear a defi.
nite relation to the business of the
country, and after due allowance is
made for the artificial manipulations,
@
the
eXchange
¥
of
pe things that all bu-
War,
Yat
Bla
ure,
is
feare
pvered
ns entirely
what
waal
a marvel
i Detites
i ners! —Cx
Christm
hring
LTIng
people
uniry
Annual
He Looked the Part.
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Mr. Jones, on coming to town the
before Christmas, finds himself
sonage.
Out of the Hurly-Burly,
Jane-"1 never had such a miser
able Christmas month in all my life.”
Martha—"What's the malter?
Jane-“Why, I got a silly fit, and
did all my Christmas shopping two
months ago.”
The machine which cuts up wood
to make matches turns out 40.009
“splints,” as they are called, in
single minute,