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THE OONSTITOTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFOEOEMEKT OP THE LAWS.
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Utar ud Proprietor.
VOL. XLVIU
MIFFLINTOAVN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. DECEMBER 20. 1893.
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Ni'E upon a tlnio
a country far awav.
It as luude ly law a
crime
To carouse on Christ
inas day.
The kin who mis In
power
Was all a tyrant
Hhruld be "
Like the liar, this very
hour.
Or the Kaiser,
cou'd be!
If be
?o he spread his edict
wide.
' And with jenaltle
most awful
Ke df irpd Hint Christmas! tde
From that moment was unlawful,
An.i that woman, child or man
Who to making Eifr.s was wedded.
An 1 presumed to break the ban
s ild he Instantly beheaded.
Tiion ih people all pre still
I.-i eity. town and Tillage, .
Fri'in ie ii:ei'lKint at. his till
To the farmer at Ms tiilavre;
And the hearts of all waxrd hard.
, I.Uf the fraenioninry suet you'd
'ih pastry mingle), marred
W'.lk inno'-uous desuetude.
Not a mincemeat pie was made:
All pUiin-puddiiiiis were forbidden;
I'.y live turkeys, itnufrald,
Every farm was ovewlddeu.
Nut a buteher In the land
("ou'.d he bribed his trade to quicken
.so niut-h feared was the command,).
With a Philadelphia chicken!
Every bless-ed toy was crushed:
Every talking doll was strangled!
E'ery s iueaklns pin was hushed:
All tin crocodiles were mangled;
And the 1 ve'.y Noah's arks,
Whee the cattle all are -potted,
Wre snapped up by royal sharks
And to cruel llames allotted.
N"t one leaf of evergreen.
Not one trace of crimson berry
V.'it-, in any corner seen:
r TV
vtA'fr
i . y m st v
for 'twas treason to bo merry!
And one very sweet old dear
Superannuated foll
Was imi rtsnned for a yfar
Just because be asked for wassMl!
Evry theater was closed.
Though the managers were active.
And, as ralht have been supposed.
Got up programs most attractive,
1'ut the uespot, with f. frown
in his narrow visual orbit.
His Imperial foot put down
When the people shrieked for Corbett!
Wretched convicts In their cell
Were denied their Christmas dinners!
l or the monarch, with a yell.
Voted viands bad for sinners.
No poor children (so he said).
."-Uttered not whose plrls or whose boys,
should be delicately fel.
No not even little newsboys.
Hut the worst has not appeared:
Upon Christmas Eve, by Jlmmlny!
An old man. with snow-white beard.
Was discovered down a chimney.
Though his hair was stiff with frost.
Yet his eyes were soft and klndiy.
As If at any cost
He'd resolve to "o if blindly.
They took him Into court.
A )) 'llceman on each side of blm.
Who looked as if. In short.
ihey hail tried to have the hide of hlri.
Mis arms hunj by Ills siile,
Whurethey clubbed him. In t.iolr duft
Keon. And the crimson life-blood dyed.
J he constabulary bludgeon.
Wa come on dls 'ere cove
A klckln' up a riot
In de chlmley near de stove
He knows he can't deny it
i'. what a nerve he's goti"
Surprled were all lehold.-rs
- 'i.
w
n
h'-' i - '1 ip ) sa ri '
-
T Parting sl.otV-
,Ve ouA dese on his shoulders."
Accustomed to rollce.
And to horrors blnckly painted?
The Justice of the Peace
Looked up and nearly fainted
For there, alive with mirth
in imp sh protestation.
Lay every toy on earth
Invented since creation!
In that barbarian lair
.Beynl to-day's solution
They had no easy chair
Baptized "Electrocution."
The axeman and the block
Were always waltinx ready
To kill you at one shock.
If only you kept steady.
"Say, are you married, sir?"
The Justice asked, -or single?"
The prisoner, all astir,
Replied. "My name's Kris Krlngle."
The Justice heaved a sluh.
And murmured Poor old chappie!
Too bad you've cot to die
For making millions happy!"
To death was he condemned.
And put on bread and water:
The sentence Heaven contemned.
And frftwned upon such slaughter.
He disappeared by nlzht.
Through more than mortal magic;
li is reindeers helped his flllt
'Jo times and climes less tragic
To times and climes like ours,
Where Freedom's Joyous sway.
With banquets. lft and flowers
Makes glad old Christmas Iay.
Bo drink we now his health.
Whom spoilsports would destroy:
For happiness is wealth
And Heaven ittelf is Joy!
AMONG THE OZAKKS.
" Jeff, what kind o' Christmas (3 you
think our voting 'tins are goin' t havo
tomorrow," and Mrs. Jackson clawed a
handful of wet cornmeal from the
wooden lowl, tost ed it from one hand
to the other till the shape of the "pone"
suited her. s!apjed it into the lake
oven, covered its iron lid with coals,
then ttKHl with folded arms looking
cro-sly at her husband.
Jeff, who was equally pood-natured
and pood for nothing, jrrinndas he re
plied: "Now, 1'csr, don't go to gittiu'
rantankerous. I reckon our. oun tins
ain't above an' bevon' eatin' com pone
if 'tis Christmas.1"
"Where'll they git eorn pone much
lono-er'r" said Mrs. Jackson, divin? un
derthe led and lakinsr out some corn
and husks into the middle of the tloor.
"Do you see that, Jeff Jackson.- That s
the end o' our corn erop -just about a
eck o' nubbins, an' them's mighty
nigh all shucks."
Jeff looked thoughtful. Pulling a
stalk of tobacco from a pole above his
1 ead. he rolled up a leaf and tucked it
into his mouth, answering pleasantly:
-I'll tell you. Peg. what let s do for
Christmas: let's kill the shote."
ut .,, thut. shote killed.
i won v " , .
snapped his wife: "it's the last one of
'em. an' 1 11 keep it if I die
-But Peg, that air shote has list
rooted' itself plumb fat an' I low
t..-ould eat mighty well, if you warnt
so scrumptious. It's a mis able nice
little critter, an' if you say so, 1 11 down
it quicker'n lightnln'." .
" Well, if vou'ro bound to kill him, I
s'K!s, the young 'uns mought as well
cha.v him up forChrlstmaan' git their
vengeance out o' him for rootin' up
their gruber peas."
The butcher knife was whetted. Jeff
stood in the door scratching his head in
hopeless perplexity. "Say, Peg. ven
tured he at "last, -how 'm 1 to kill the
Va-Knock it in the head, of course;
don't vou know nothing" 1
-Hut, Pes, this 'ere field s got nigh
about 'fort? acre. In it. an I don it see
howl'mgoin'to git any closer to him
Pawald" "little tow-headed Tom,
"here's a hammer that maw pounds up
the coffee wit n. ji:i,,t
-11 right, bud," saiu ' X C
. .."-P.iiJ.tu .v,ot .mal hoc before?
he's a minute older;" but just as ho
made the dive that was to be so fatal to
ho Pig. the startled anima ran under
him and sent him sprawling to the
Pro"nd...- -Vm'tvou hold a
l'.i t i feller can see suthin.' Blam-,
efiI cm Xe a stifle in this moon-
1'- . a- around for a mo-
meTgivinrUvel7orders. "Git me a
issor Pour some bacon grease in it.
Tetr a strip o' rag off o' that poke.
' . .. Mrs Peg? proud' of her im
Ur, vLd famp, helit up.overhcr head
'whtrTjeff was tying his hammer to
the end of a long, slim pole.
1 - he triumh.au.Ur.
'111 RCn if f'lO nimn... 1.1..-
aliead o m, a.'aln," and he rushed fiir-
juiisij aooiu waving his long po'.e wildly
in every direction, except toward the
head of the hog. He broke its foot,
bruised its sides, lamod its back, and
knocked the ii 1 out of its tail; but
the head, wit i its squalls and grunts,
remained ii.Uet. There was a door at
each end of the cabin, and Peg held
her lamp tirst at one and then at the
t ier, trying in vain to coax or scold
the alTair to a crisis
At last Jeff hit a stump instead of the
contrary little lea-t that was sheltered
behind it, and broke off the end of the
po'.e to which the hammer was tied.
"Well,"' growled he, "I'm blessed if I
knrw w hat to do next. 'Pears like
that shote's Veen killed before an' kind
.o' dreads it."
-Say, paw," observed little Til, "if 1
was a man I'd shoot it."
Jeff jumjied to his feet with renewed
pnergy. "Blamed if 1 ever thought oi
that: Git my riile. Peg; that'll iix him,
sure."
Tshe rifle was brought to hear upon
the luckless jig, who, seeing no use in
furtl.er resistance, meeklv tumbled
aver as soon as the idea of "the bullet
entered its head. As they dragged It
to the house Jeff remarked: "Who says
Jeff Jackson's young 'uns ain't goin' to
have no Christinas'?" Texas bitting
IN MANY CLIMES.
How riirstmns Hay Is Observed In LynYr
Vnt Countries.
Christmas is always a season of good
p.'ishes and loving kindness. In Amer
ica almost air- little children hang up
their stockings on Christmas eve, to be
Tiled by kind U Santa Clans. In Ger
.nany they make more of Christmas
than we do In America. Everywhere
:he Christmas tree is used. A week
nefore Christmas St. Nicholas visits
:ho ohildren, to find out who have been
j-ood enough to receive the gifts the
Jhristrchild will bring them on Christ
nas eve. It is a very usual thing to
see on a German Christmas tree, way
ip in the very topmost branch, an
image or doll represe nting the Christ
child, while lielow are sometimes
placed other images n presenting an
gels with o;:t-pre.id wings. .After the
tree is lighted the family gather round
It, and sing a Christmas hymn.
In France may le almost universally
een representations of tho manger in
(which Christ was born, with figures
jof Mary. Joseph and tho child Jesus,
and cattle feeding near by. Often
these representations are decorated
'with floweis, and lighted candles burn
f-oftly before them. In Norway the
qeotilo havo a delightful custom of
putting on the roof of tho barn, or on
a pole in tho yard, a large sheaf of
wheat for the birds, who fully appre
ciate their Christmas feast.
In Kngland almost everyone who can
ilo so has a family party on Christmas
j vo. Voting and old join in tho games,
nany of which lelong especially to
Christmas time. From the ceiling of
(no of the rooms a larsro bunch of mis
t'etoe is hung. In Holland tho little
Dutch girl puts her wooden shoo in the
chimney-placo ready for sifts, just as
the little American girl hangs up her
stocking.
And so in some way all over the
Christian world on the "eve of the 25th
day of December the birth of our Lord
is celebrated. Everywhere the Christ
mas chimes are ringing out the mes
sage the angels brought to Bethlehem:
"Peace on earth, good-will to men."
A Christinas Card.
I haie no purse of gold, my dear.
With which to buy you dainty things;
Ihe purse is empty, and the gold
Has flown away as If on wings;
So. sweetest wife in all the world.
Tho' you possess the greater part,
I'll give to you on Christmas Day
Another fraction of my heart.
.
Motherhood is woman's throne.
At Yule-Tiile.
Ileiqho, the Winter! the bluff old follow.
In meadow and Iteld he roars amain.
The maple, that late wasdeck'd In yellow.
Has doffed Its leaves in the gusty lane.
l!. i:ho. Sweetheart! I will 8nl tby tippet.
Thy dainty hood for tby lolden head.
And out in the frosty air we'll trip It,
And over the stubble gayly tread.
Heizho, the Winter! he brings the holly.
1 he frolic of Yule's enchanted tree;
And the mistletoe now. by my folly.
There will be a-klss for thee and me!
llelKho, Pweetheari! with a "Hey down
derry"
We'll sack the wood of Its treasures now.
Tut oh, there's never a bramble berry
Is half so red as thy lip. I vow!
Xelly Ftootb Simmon, In llodey's.
CHRISTINAS IN THE COUNTRY.
Whr the ITolUlay Is Always Etnthaslas
tlrally tlmerve(L
-i tit IIRISTMAS prep-
H-?$LJ "fcarations eo on no
SiTiMJS&Fflte vigorously in
tho country than
! L Lt they do la
i , J$teXi but thev an
town,
are less
there.
I-ITI l 'yL7ZJ Neverth
'V"5s''s?- spirit of
' ",jtis.-X.:"' is al rou
theless the1
f Christmas
road there as
well as in town.
There are great ox-
pedltions to the
wot ds for running cedar or ground
pine, for spruce and iir trees, for
branches of hemlock, codar and pine.
In some lucky neighlKirhoods the ho'h
grows, and sometimes the mi-tl.-tuo,
with its mystic, poetical associations,
is to lie found. Often tho littlo-church
must bo adorned for the groat feast
day, and this cannot Iks done, as in tho
city, by hands of paid professional dec
oia'ors. In the country it must be a
labor of love, and busy hands must
work early and late to niake tho trim
ming of "the church all they would
have it.
Then, too, the day before Christmas
the Christmas tree, chosen and marked
long before, must bo cut and carried
home with almost as much enthusiasm
as attended, in old tims, the bringing!
in of the Yu'e log. It is not onlv it
the deei.r.il i n department that then
are great labors on foot the day lefoif
'hristmas. The kitchen is a veritable
hive of industry. Tho mince meat hat
been prepare 1 days ago and has boor
ripening in a great stone crock in thf
cellar; but to-day tho pies are to Ix
made pies of many kinds, as lefits ar
American household. Crullers and
douohuuts are to bo mixed and fried,
cranl erry sauce t lie compounded, the
materials for the plum pudding to lit
prepared, cakes, jellies, blancmanges,
iai ts and other goodies brought to t
state of perfection.
Outside of tho kitchen there is at
air of subdued mystery. There have
U-en restrictions laid upon nearly everj
memlter f the family concerning his oi
her free a-'cess to some pa't of tht
house. Tho eldest boy, whose chie
dedre for months has been a bicycle
is warned to give tho woodshed a wide
berth. The closet in the guest cham
ber is forbidden ground to tho mother
while none of the children are allowed
ti go near the linen-closet, where
Inamma lias stored her gifts.
' Everything in the house is in a stat
of shining cleanliness by the time the
day falls. The house is fragrant witl
odors of spruce ani pine and looks a
very bower of greenery by the time
that the tinkle of tho sleigh bells 't
more probably the rattle of the wheels
for in these degenerate days snow
does not always come for Christmas
announces the arrival of the guests.
From the city como the scattered
memliers of the flock. who would travel
any distance rather than miss assem
ling for Christmas under the home
roof tree. They come with laden arms
and gav greetings, bringing in a rush
of cold air and a fresh influx of the
Christmas- spirit. They are full ol
to:-ies about tli trip in the train, of
the country people and their J a:cels.
M the chilcli'-Mj going home to u; a'ld
father's for Christmas, of the parties of
youn'r K'oplo eager for a daj's skating
ur coasting, of the crowds of vohiilo-.
awaiting the travelers at t'le star ions,
of the merry greetings, of the spirit of
love and (rood-will that seemed 1 1
brood over everything and ever
body. After dinner comes the
great event of the dav tiro
?vent for which the children
fondly believed Christmas eve was tirst
Jevised hanging the stockings. Then
there is the repetition of the never-old
always charming poem. " 'Twas tho
nieht before Christmas." This is fol
lowed by anxious conjectures as to how
iunta Claup will manage his sleigh
nt reindeer if there is no snow on the
rround, and then tho little nes are
, nicked away and left, "while visions
f sugar-plums dance through their
leads." w
With the lirst break of dawn. on
Christmas inoruln r there is a rustle
f excitement through the house,
ihcstly f irms flit through the halls
tnd happy voices shout "Merry Christ
lias:" from door to door. Tlien como
he hurried dressing, the jolly brcak
ast, the exchange of gifts and all tlio
leai" delights of the day of days.
There is no sound outside to distract
.he attention from thete joys. The
Kjlemn silence of the country In winter
ill-rounds them on every" side and
nakes sweeter the mirth and cheer
v it hin.
Hurtlette on Christmas.
It seems to me and it isn't my fault
.hat the sunset is fairer and lovelier
han the sunrise that there was sumo
,hing more Christmasy about Christ
nas when I was a boy. writes Holiert
I. liurdette in The Ladies' Home Jour-
uit tn it ti mti,.)n on Hl 'lipLtm. tll.
..... ... ....... ... iv. .... v ill iiiinun ,1 I
'. Was a Hoy." Its pleasures were sim- !
)Ier. its girts were heartier. At least,
I cannot remetnb-r to have rend, save
n these later years, articles in family
.ournals and magazines bewailing the
junlen of toil and worry and ex;
pense in the planning and making,
of Christmas presents. "Ktismus
gifs" we called them when I was a boy. j
It didn't and doesn't have much refine- '
ment of cultu e in the spelling and tho
sound thereof, l.ut the j eople who!
made them didn't rush into the pajxji's j
l i vii now murii ii cu.-i uicm, arm now t
tired to death it made them, and how j
glad they were that it was all over for
another year licfore I read such articles .
in print. So did you. Wherefore it '
seems to me that we killed Kris Krin- j
gle a full century too soon. W'o have ;
more currants in our hristmas cake
under the reign of Santa Claus, it is
tri e. But we have also more flies in if. '
!
After Christinas.
, Mrs. Buffer "That's a nice slice bag 1
of vou in. I had a present eif e.ne like
it-" j
Mrs. MufTer "Shoe bay? That's a
photograph case! Mrs. t lively, who
gave it to me, told mo so." i
Mis. Buffer "Horrors: And I
thanked Mrs. Oreely for a shoe bag!
I ve a mantle drapery like yours, toe."
Mrs. MufTer "Is that a riiatel drajs
erv?"
! Mrs. Buffer "Certainly; Mrs.'
sPr'yiSi who gave mo mine, told me
so."
Mrs. MufTer "And I thanked Mrs.
Sprigsrs for some petticoat trimming!"
' Both (in tears) Well, home-made
presents ought always to be labeled,
anyhow!" Puck.
Thought rnl Husband.
"I'se trvincr ter raise monov enon.rl.
ler git my wife a new dress fo'r Christ
teas, sah," said Uncle Ebony to Mr.
J-'eatherstone. "Ah, I see; you want
me to give you sone choiet to do, un
cle, eh?" "Well, no, sah: I tought
perhaps you could git de old lady a job
it washin', sah." Cloak Review.
CHRISTMAS' COMIN'.
Christmas' comln' I kin
tell It by ther children
thet I meet.
Gazing wide-eyed et ther
winuows on tber city's
croaded street.
S V bar ther dolls in silks
!A-V'7.J an ,ln raise their
VWi arms ther chrlst ter
Christmas comln'.
ehristmas' comlu'. I kin tell et, fer my
dauehter says ter me,
?anty Clans '11 brln' "oo somefin. and I
know dess wbat'U be."
An' my wife's a makla" puddln', so Its easy
fer ter see
Christmas coming?
Chrstmas comln'. An et's brlnjrin' visions
o' ther long ago;
Faces that ther crave hex hidden dance
before me in the snow;
Sperlta whisper round about me ex they
wander to an' fro,
Chrlstm is' comln".
Christmai comin. Hear ther tilings the
air borne upon therslorm.
Rollln' down through all ther axes till they
strike on Christmas morn.
Far away in quaint udea to ther earth a
king is born. w
Christmas' cjm'n.
T kin almost hear ther echoo' thersong tbei
anaols sung
When ther shepherds rose ter listen an' old
mother earth crew young.
Peace on e"arth. Through all tber ages
how ther promise glad hex rung.
Christmas' comin'.
Christmas' comln' an' my daughter climbln'
softly on my knee
Asks ef Santa Clans B comlu", an' she slyly
looks ot me.
An' I'm won ierin' v hat ter buy her. fer I'm
Santa laus. you see.
Chris mas' cjmin.
Htder A LI
CHRISTMAS AND THE CHILDREN.
It Is n ,1 you Occasion for Young anil
;ratrul Hearts.
'hi istmus is par excellence the chil
dren's ;asi. If any one doubts it, he
has only to compare th holiday in a
home where tiiere are no child: en
with the celebration where there is
even one olive branch. The more of
these the merrier. One of the times
when there can hardly le too big a
quiverful is at holiday time that is
to say "so far as enjoyment is concerned. .
On the financial side of the question
opinions may differ. Yet, properly
trained children are usually uno.xact
ing little creatures, who have as keen
enjoyment in cheap playthings and
inexpensive gift as i'l t lie costly pro
il ui t. ons of the French and t.crtnrtti
toy makers.
The wise parent, knowing h w quick
ly the time of leauliful child-fa th
must pass, cherish all tho sweet baby
beliefs as long as they can. They tell
w inderful tales of Sant i Clans, of Kris
Kringle. of St. Nicholas the benelice it
Christmas saint is the same under any
anv alias thev repeat and teach the
blessed ballad" of "The Night Ik-fore
Christmas." they ra:se to the dignity
of a state ceremony the business of
hanging up stockings, and in a general
way make the most of the sweet, merry
.mystery surrounding the great holiday.
There are some people who depre
cate the teachings concerning dear o'd
Santa Clans, and say that when achi'd
!e;trns that the saint is a myth he 1 ses
a portion of his faith in his pa euls'
truthfulness ami in their instructions
concerning other and more sicred
mysteries. The object ion S'-em-of little
force. If the story of tho Chrisimts
saint is tuld. as are the tales of fair'os,
gn mes, and other sprites, the child's
serious faith is seldom shaken by the
gradual awakening to the perception
that the beloved Santa Clans is only
another myth, a parab'e, like that of
Jack Frost, who paints tho colored
aves of autumn with a touch of his
chilly finger, and h cks the lakes and
streams by a blast of l.is icy breath.
It is not wise for the hither and mother
who tell the Santa CIhu; fiction to in
sist ion its truthfulness as they do
upon that of the I5ale in the mauger,
bufc they will readily learn to grade
the emphasis thevp!ae upon e.ther
story.
The ji.y of Christmas should never
I e cl tided by any bitter associations
in tho minds of the chi'dren. Never
li t a switch find its way into the Christ
mas stocking. The punishment of such
a mortification and disappointment
may :e . ai merited in the eyes of the
tnothe". It would not. could she for a
moment enter into the feelings in the
:lepth of the childish heart wounded
by the cruel rebuke. Therj is no
fault I say it advisedly worthy t f so
bitter a penalty.
n Christmas, "the sweet o' tho
year" to the little ones, let there be no
shadow of pain, of rebuke, of sorrow
that the elders can by any effort spare
to the young hearts.
A I'ew Christ mas IKint's.
Don't give a bottle of perfume to a
lady unless you are sure it is the sort
she prefers.
Don't send a box of ruled writing
paier to a newspaper correspondent:
sh.wwould rather write on the paper in
which the grocer tleies up his tea.
Di.n't give a cookery book to your
washerwoman: she would much ra'ther
have the ingredients.
1 Don't send a barrel of your best ap
ples to the queen: she would never ac
kn'iwlodge the receipt of them.
Don't give a new pair e.f ill-fltting
gloves, or a ju-t-bought fan that you
lind you don't like, to people who ycu
think will appreciate these things.
They won't appreciate them. Coot
Housekeeping.
Talking Through His Hat.
Fuller Briars Say, bubby, I'm Santy
Cans. See? Somelnxly stole my clo'es
an' reindeer. Jus' give me a nie-kel an'
I'll give yer twicet as many things
nex' Chris'mus. Judee.
Love is the only thing that has a per
ennial root, and that death cannot
touch.
Ono who is contented with, what ha
has done will never become famous for
what he will do.
Cities force growth and make men
talkative and entertaining, but they
make them artificial
Vilr .s ,v if fi aSJSs.
v It
Times Is hard,
says Weary
VihisfrsChrlst-
mas evening,
rather late.
!cks his toes
gainst the
sldeftalk. rubs
ills hands and
swears at fate.
"Times is hard,
but that's no
reason why a hansum man like me
Should be cheated out of t hrlsmus wtd Its
fun and Jollity.
it
sTtirre's a likely
lookln' cutter,
ejus' belong to
snty Claus,
M;l that fancy iL-fur-lined
lap-.y, ' .J:V,V"fc;.
robe Wok. to me zlj-
b. It it was
Irrt- for m for -v ' '
'Vesry Whiskers "
n.u.-h ntill.-cd ".!
to yon. St. Nick:
3ut ths ownr socn will m'ss it, flutes i'l.
leave here pretty quic'
III.
With his p.ick a:u
bearskin lap-robe
W'blskcrs looks
like Panta's twn
A lie s'a-ids on Itoi
b y ' s housettin
Wdtiil'r-iiirT If It .
"'iT''KS-,'' -'' A",J 1,19 bosom
-i-virjf-l throbs with tri-
i s., unipii (uiouun Ills
I -Sy.. -i- lun;s ;,rc full of
"' !;' " Kas)
A'hsn he finds a red b:-Icli chimney, i.iro
enough to let him pass.
IV.
Mutwhile Hobby,
sweetly dreaming
in his little trun
dle bed
Of the morrow with 'SJ.'!
Its presents, hears Ifj'J' '
1(1
m
, v.'
rimiutiiig iicitr
kj. i .1
rVakes and sues the
dan 1 Inz In the
open grate. 1.
Slowly, carefully desceiiI:u-; rubs I
and then his put.
'ViiUki-rs te'U hot.
sdir.'e torsi boys
are in his trip; o'er
luntl and sen,
i iiTs, with pat lies, ho
has traveled sforty
thousand mile-1
lnce te:i. '
Then tells Kobby it
be II pot bimsoinr
1 hin i for his arpo
tite He can have a mill
ion presents, every
"ne ;ust otit ot
sitfllt".
-TO
VI.
Itubby eagerly ti
rorts him to the
table thickly
spread
With to-iiiorr;'s
Christmas filmier,
and Ids eyes start
from his had.
When lie sees ohl
Whiskers swai:.ivil
everything anil
call for more.
Till the pantry h a hid'o-v
was before.
VII.
Thou he blouses Iitt
Kubby, tclU him to
jzo back to bed :
hn be wakes tip
in tho morn, he ll
tind a reindeer Kt
his heai -
Tul alas! when up
ihe oliinmey he
Attempted to emi
grate; Try b!s utmost, that
h dlnnrr h can't
seem to elevate.
mm.
VI It
1t ltttIC Hob;
Tlilnk ye. ye can
here iietn In me,
other tp.y ami
aa!i to Tfb?
My, nay, thou f i
lialt. hnVA n rt 1 '
presents lest
thou lets mo go
r gut now."
U' bby. rol1 and frightened
dare to make a row.
IX.
Whlskeri follows thro
the parlor, picks up
Hobby's I'hrlstniHS
tree.
Thinks he'll sell it to his
"Uncle-1 for two dol
. lara. muyhe three;
STM ROOU- Dye IO HIT .H
Itobliy as he huflles
down the path.
Then makes trarks for
Oklahoma to aroid ht
papa's wrath.
l'arru. ricld and l'lre--i(tt
Sclriuinc Toy.
If a paterfamilias of 1792 i:.nM bt?
'!'!wed to roam around here fi-r a few
days, in this holiday Keason, hi would
robab!v demand to b nturned
whonceho cama with ail possible basti?.
claiming-that we aro a hl-ih ration of
sorcerers. Jr'or cveu t!;o toys r xhibitod
in the shop windows, and 'divtined for
Christmas presents to our litt'o onos,
would impress tho voncrablo phost as
ihe prodm ts of sorcery. Tho tiny loco
motive drawing its train of cars" would
frighten him seriously: mi l as for the
loctrical devicce, ho would fief from
hom as from Beolzobuh him-"!'.
M ii in.
D.tKhaway I hear, itobbie, that you
s:t a train of oars for Christmas and
i'ley had an accident. Toil me all about
it. Bobby I can't esy a word. Vou
s;e. I am one) of tha officers of the road.
Faith and trial are good friends.
Man need not be violent to be Etcor g !
The man tbat mskesacbaracter makes
foes. !
More persons, on tho whole, are
humbugged by believing in nothing
thaa by believing too mnch. j
It is good to have the brain packed
fnll of images from tho wealthy past. 1
u
wss-rm v
V"UZ(.f .V' Ki
. Vs-jf 7w-. As '
IT-.
!iS Irs stomach
X
rii' ' s--
3
GIVES WARNING OF STORMS."
Professor Abhe, a OoTrrnment MrTeorola
Blst, and His Wondrrful Euccrss.
The man who foresaw and foretold
the terrible storm which swept, th
southern coast recently and e :w sc-d
lOTh awful los of life "is Cleveland
Abbe, "professor of meteorology la
the signal service and assistaut tc
6he chief signal officer, " as he was
originally designated in 1891, a posl-'
tlon which he still holds, with i
slight change of title since the tran
t ROFSSSOB CT ETILAKD ABBS.
fer of the weather bureau t i the
Agricultural Department. The fad
that the entire system, of wiiirh he
Is the working head, is the outcome
of efforts begun by hiiu while direc
tor of the Cincinnati Observatory,
makes him a life-saver of unparal
leled accomplishment, while, accord
ing to Harper's, the destruction ol
crops and vessels that his predictions
have prevented would have mounted
up into the multi-millions. In 18T0
our federal government took up the
work that Professor Abbe stirtod in
Cincinnati and enlarged it in every
direction for practical utillarlan ob
jects, hut it provided only for tne ap
plication of what Little was already
known lh meteorology. In Professor
Abbe's view it is very doubtful
whether it.ls wise to trust the future
of raeleorology entirely to the uncer
tainties of political life at 'Washing
ton. Eery State, in his opinion,
should have its State weather ser
vice, as originally initiated bv (".en.
Hazen, and every college should have
a course in meteornlojy, while special
ichools should be established lu con
nection with our great universities
for original Investigations.
TOWER OF FORTY MARTYRS.
Slurb the bceae of IVrsFcutlon or Chrlf
tlns ly Motirtiiimrrian.
Twenty-four miles northwest ol
Jerusalem, In one of the richest and
loveliest districts of Palestine, stands
tho ancient town of Katnleh. a city
ot perhaps 5.000 inhabitant.. Tt i
principally into if-t i n;; to travelers
f:orn the fact that the Tow.r of the
Forty Martyr, which tradition de
clares to inaik thesoctic of tlie sacrl
tlce of many noble Christ inn e tt
tho fury of Mohaiiinsodan persecu
tion. Is situated here. A spiral stair
way leads to the. top of the tower,
where a uiajiiiiliccut view is afforded,
the delighted TVe. ransiiii-' across the
Vlaln of han fr)in the low Jud.ran
lulls and the pi ali- of Samaria to the
bin Mediterranean beyond, and on
the other side from bleak C'.iruiel tc
the deserts of I'iiilistia. This su
perb landscape is dotlcl here and
7 1. i.
TOWER OF TH E FOnTV MAHTTHS.
thr re by white viliagi s or shadowe.1
by the cool mountains. It Is a mat
ter of repret that the names of the
faithful forty have not been j n
jervefl. Vry PifTercnt.
A young minister had itone to th
home of his boyhood to preach, fays
an exchange, and of course the vil.
iBfrcrs wero full of curiositv to heat
him.
At the c!oe of the service one ol
the deacon entracd the joun
preacher's wifi in conversat'i n.
"It was a strange cjinciilenei."
said he, "that your husband's text
was the one from which bis rathci
preached his last, seraion in th.s
pulpit."
"Indeed:" said the lady. "Well,
that was stranga. I hop"," .sh.- con
tinue l, "It wasn't the same sermon."
"i 'Hi, no," said the deacon, in a
ieprccatory manner. "His fathct
nas a dreadful saiart man."
The Moon ami MuJness.
A s-hort time before It. ( !,aie,,t
ili-d he said in a led 're th.:t M-mj.
s ientists had for mo e than fifty
years ridiculed ihe idea that the fiill
if the now was a dans; 'ton , time for
mad i eople. liettcr in'ormcd nnu
ire Cjinin? back to that ol l-tim,;
n t ion. said lr. Charcot, as ti e re
sult of increased learnim.' '-'i ti 9 biih
,ect of earth tides, similar ti th
xscillation of s?a tides.
Not .Murli Imprnvt-iti-iit.
Wife And how was the sick man
liien you left him tins iuomj.iii:,
ark .lark (absently Aboat, -Jn
; cker than he waj lat riitfht -
'ui-je.
k- Time 1 11' .
f)M Mr. Knight V, v bo v. (.r.
. luiuldii't keep such late !. on s. I'a 1
. iniyht I don't sir, aud I can t,
'.I'Lev're always Cylns by tuo: