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Poor Children's Ckristmas Party By ELEANOR KING A WHole Dollar JEGAO! Co,u^ Not Too Muck some8 poor for Ralph to Sgf3 kiddie t o Give to Be poor o . f-\ children's Christ Santa Uiaus mas party FrIday> Buy a tag," pleaded a smiling girl at the head of the stairs which lead into one of the large art schools. Ralph, one of the many students hurrying into the school, eager to be at work, thrust his hand into his pocket absent-mindedly. This tag day business was happening too often. He had not a cent of change. "You wouldn't regret giving if you could see those kiddies. We do this every year over in the normal depart ment, you know," volunteered the girl. Kalph thought a minute, then put a crisp one-dollar bill into the basket. "Oh ! that's too much to give," called the girl, but Ralph haa disappeared down the stairs into the school. That did not end Ralph's thoughts on the matter, however. In trie after noon he met Frances, one of his girl friends from the normal department. "Ralph," she burst forth, "the tag day surely is going over big. They expect to make quite a lot more than they did last year. Why," she exclaimed in her joy, "do you know, they always say artists are so very poor ? well, Aida told me some nice young man put a dollar bill in her basket and never said a word about wanting any change." Ralph smiled : "That fellow probably was thinking about some composition he was making and didn't even know he put it in." "No, he didn't, because Aida said he thought a minute before he dropped It in." That evening as Ralph worked in his room at the boarding house, some way or other he just couldn't keep his mincf off his home. He had known right along that he couldn't go home for Christmas, but as the time drew nearer ? only two more days now before Christmas vaca tion ? he felt very, lonely. There was someone besides the folks who made Ralph wish he were going home. Ralph heaved a sigh. ' "Gee, I hate to think of it. She will be home from college for the holidays, and I won't be there to take her around. Well, little girl, you under stand if all the rest don't. Hang it, I would like to see you, Lillian !" Ever$*bcdy at school went about whistling and sifcglng, why shouldn't he? He should. Hadn't he given that dollar he had been saving so long for some colors he wanted? If he couldn't go home, he was at least contributing to someone else's happiness. Come to think of it, there are loads of people In this very city who have no place fro even think of as home. Suddenly Ralph burst out laughing. Posing as a martyr ? the idea ; a healthy, hearty, young, robust boy like him posing as a m^gtyr! His laughter 1 echoed In the semi empty room and died out He was seated In an old morris chair with his back to the door, deep in thought, when a light rap on his room door stirred him. Thinking It one of the boys living in the house, and not both ering to rise, he called, "Come In !" The door opened and Ralph beheld a little black-eyed, black-haired urchin in what once was a white corduroy dress. Leaning against his knee, she looked up into his face. His artist's eye thought instantly, "My, those eyes! Wouldn't they be wonderful to paint !" | "Say," said the little thing as she rolled her eyes, "drd you know, I am going to the children's party Friday down at your school?" "Well, where did you drop from?" ejaculated Ralph In his surprise. "I am sure I never saw you before. I don't know your name, but I think I shall call you the 'Vamp.'" "My name Jose," corrected the little girl indignantly. "Well, you surely know the art of rolling your eyes," laughed Ralph. "Do you want to see my sister? She go, too, Friday." "Yes, bring in the sister, 'Vamp' ? the more the merrier!" The sister, just able to toddle across the floor, dressed in a figured calico romper suit, was hoisted and boosted into Ralph's lap by Jose. The baby cuddled against Ralph, nestling down perfectly content. Ralph felt a little thrill vibrate through his frame. The "vamp," still at Ralph's side, leaning both elbows on his knees, peered into his face with her large, lustrous eyes. 1 "My sister's happy, too, you see, be cause she goes with me Friday." "I 'appy," reiterated the black haired doll on Ralph's lap. "Is that right?" laughed Ralph, hugging the- little kiddies. "But, 'Vamp,' why do you come to tell me about it?" The vamp looked rather dismayed. "You send me and Angelica," she said, twsrvv.Ta."- ? ,iii immim ? - giving Ralph a knowing little shove. "We see Santa, too, and he big, so big that he bring me and Angelica lots nice things. And he talk to us and pick us up like you did Angelica." Ralph gave a start. Someone was thundering upon his door with two fists instead of one. The door was locked. He slipped the bolt. "Well, at last," panted a messenger boy; "I've been pounding for the last half hour here. Sorry to waken you, sir; know it's late, but I just had to deliver this message tonight, sir." "That's all right," said Ralph, hur riedly tearing open the telegram. The door closed ; Ralph read : "Telegraphing money for you to come home Christmas. Lillian arrives today. DAD." Ralph could have shouted for joy. i r* - ii *" * i, % CKHXKKHKT Christmas Carol 8Q LO! now la com* oar joyful'at feaatl Let ereiry man bo jolly. Each room with ivy ta dreat. And every yort with holly. Now all ow neitkbora' chimneys smoke. And Ckri?taaa> hloclca are bumiaii Thair ofaaa thoy with bak't maata choka. And all thair apita are turning. In Memory of Her Little Girl By ETHEL COOK ELIOT j Nellie, the Shop ELLIG was Girl, Reminded KN eiha usted, Mother of jpB Just as were Daughter and a11 the other Was Showered clerks In the With Lingerie Hum son depart ment store at five , minutes of ten this Christmas eve. But there were still five minutes more in which she must serve. There were several shoppers pressing about her counter handling and . examining the beautiful French embroidery of the lingerie there. They swam before Nellie's tired eyes almost dimly as in a dream. Tired, aching feet can do that to eyes, you know. I How trying they were, these cus tomers! IIow slow about coming to decisions ; how Impossible their ques tions. How did Nellie know how this or that garment would launder, or ; wear? How could she know? Nellie never in her whole life had possessed a stitch of such costly stuff. And still these crowding, high-voiced women ex pected her to prophesy the whole future life of their purchases ! They were certainly better judges than she of such things. They ought to know. But there was one lady, a lady with soft brown eyes, half smiling brown eyes, who patiently stood and waited her turn. Because of her patience In that Christmas rush, she came last** But if she had been patient in waltlrig her turn, Nellie now had to be patient in waiting on her. For although it was already ten o'clock and time for the counters to be draped for the night, she took her time. Very care fully she chose two whole sets of lin gerie. Every piece she examined closely to make sure of the quality, and the beauty of the design. Nellie thought she would never be done. In fact, Nellie found it hard, just as the brown-eyed lady was hovering over the choice of the last piece, not to cry out at her, "For Heaven's sake, make up your mind ! Can't you see I'm dropping?" But of course Nellie cried out no such thing. She just shut her young lips together, and winked back child ish tears of irritation and exhaustion. "I'll take this one, then," the lady at last said at two minutes past ten. And then she looked up, smiling into Nellie's eyes. "And will you take the lot, dear child, as a Christmas present from me? I had a little girl once, something like you and your age. Since it is Christmas you will not deny me the happiness of giving you this present in remembrance of her She loved pretty thlugs just as you do, I know/' // 8\ 10 *9 WaaUrn ITnlOB.) 3 /or Oiristmas Day B>>F.H. SWEET . jirl Discovered chicken \crobatic Tramp squawked.- j ? - slid n' swift Purloining Poultry hand t0 its or a Yuletide neck a n d Feast. 'stifled it. TW r ;v , made the fifth and' Intruder ImpaW and ??* int? ?? ' bag" with- a spite on Window Nails, ?ul lunge# j wafl but Was Saved angry :f Jit the by New Friend ' . clumsy work. A . . squkwx was a dead give-away of new fingers, and mine were old. Of course It was a dog barking In the house path and my turn ing at the Instant of clutching. But that was no excuse for a regular. I was getting so Cocksure of myself as to be careless. My hand shot out again and another chicken went into tije bag. That made six, the number I boasted I would bring, and a fine feast for even ten hungry hoboes In a woods camp ? our Christmas dinner. But I always liked to do a little more than I promised. I would take an extra one for good measure ? a nice fat one. My eyes peered along the dimly outlined forms on the roosis, and ? , . "Hello," said a voice at the door. I gnsped audibly. Sharp ears were | another thing I prided myself on, and tbis person had appeared at the door as noiselessly as I could have myself. The two breaks rattled me. , High up at one end was a little square window, the sash out to admit air. My eyes were as quick and ac curate as my fingers, and my body had once belonged to an acrobat boy in a circus. ? Almost with the word from the doorway my knees bent and straightened Into a swift spring, my arms In fiont and my palms together like a person diving. Then the humor of it struck me, and I chuckled. "Winder hole wan't quick enough In grabbin', so missed my heck, leavln' me to squawk ? same's I did number five chicken. Guess 'twas all comin' to me. Say," raising my voice, "you man who spoke, come an' get me. I'vp caught an' am holdin' my self. Don't s'spose there's any reward comin' to me. Christmas, you know." -It was still fairly light outside and ray head suspended five or six feet from the ground. 4 A cautious step came 'round the cor ner. "Ain't scared of me trussed up likp this, are you?" I jeered, "an' still, if 't wan't for that nail grindin' into me when I so much as wink, an? my bein' turned wrong side 'round, I could use my fists like anything. I'm good with fists. Better get your gun an' shoot while shootin's good. An' ? great snakes!" as the figure came within range of my screwed 'round face ? "a girl ? an' pretty as a picture! 'T wpn't you that spoke?" "Yes, it was, but I spoke deep's I could to sound like a man. Thlevln';| "Another Chicken Went Into the Bag." hoboes ain't good to meet when they got their stealin's on 'em. But I sure did set you going." Her tinkling laugh sounded pleas ant even in my uuappreciative posi tion. "Of course I came 'round the cor ner slow, not being sure you meant to stay. And say, I never did have a real adventure before, with me as heroine. It's just like a book. An* you do look so funny. I'm enjoyin' my self." "So'm I. An' I feel funny ? Just as funny's can be. An' of course . I wouldn't be polite. You bluffed me. to thlnkin' you a man. That's why I started my high dive. Ou-u-ch !" "Winder pinches, does it?" laughed the girl. "Carpenter who made it didn't know his* business." "Knowed ? it-*too ? well,*' I groaned, between breaths, " 'specially when he driv them nails. I ? was twisting1 'round to see you better, an' ? ouch ! W-h-ew! Them nails are cuttln' me right In two. Fust we ? know I'll be droppln' half Inside an' half out." The girl uttered a low cry of com miseration. "I? I didn't know," she apologized contritely. "I wouldn't have laughed. I thought 'twas just beln' squeezed too tight Could I pull ? " "Not on your life," I cried hastily. "It would only help the nails, not me. Maybe If one side of the frame could be pried off, makin' the winder bigger. I felt It wiggle like 'twas loose when I stuck in." "But you're an awful hobo tramp who steals an' all," hesitated the girl. "Maybe I'd better wlalt till the matted comes back from breakin' up your pes tiferous camp. But he'd slap you right Id jail with the others." "H#y P I choked In a startled volet ? ^the camp? What about tile Camp?" I "Yes, you've been watched. A man was hid all day In the top of a pine near the edge of the swami>, watchin' your comin's an'- goin's. Folks got tired o' hens stole an', watchdogs piz ened, an* such llke^ The master an 'bout a dozen men, with the constable, are' deanfe* 'em up right now. H* told me 'tb atay 'round the poultry house an** watch? though 'twan't like ly anybody would come so early." r. ;?An' was you there all the time?" I asked. In a depressed voice. J .. , , fight in the corner, in the shadow. I was sort o' scared when you slipped In; an' besides, I wa'n't sure. So 1 waited. But it'll be an hour or so 'fore the master gets back, an' you'll keep on hurtin'."' "That don't matter none now," I said hopelessly. "Nothin' matters. It's the pen for me. When they're caught, all them hoboes are goin* to spllt^on m?, to try to save themselves. They've been playinV simp with me. I see it now. I bragged I was smart, so they shoved me to the front an' kept pattin' an* tellln' me what a kingbird I was. Huh! I done most of the stealin'. I killed ;the two watchdogs. Just leave me hangin' here to get sort of used to what's comln'." The girl hesitated, moving closer. "Don't talk as if you was all bad," she considered. "An' I like your voice. Let me see your face plainer." But my face was toward the wall, ; my body ttmp and dejected. She placed a hand on my head and turned my face toward her. "Ugly lookln' phiz, ain't it?" I jeered. "Better get a rope an' tie my hands, .if m"3 'i . ' ? ? I "But You an' Me Know Better." *? < ? * ?* , I'm great with my fists? boxin', you know. An' j-ou're close enough for ma to maul you right now." But she paid no attention. She stodiqd my face a few moments, then patted my cheek softly. "Why, you're nothin' but a boy," she said pityingly, "nothin' but just? a boy." I -M "I'm past twenty-one," indignantly. "Plenty old enough to know what I'm doin', an' to take my medicine." "Just a boy," she repeated. "Now you wait a minute. I won't be gone long." She hurried away, soon returning with a -fall step-ladder, which she placed against the wall. Mounting to t^e second step she put her arms un <Jer my shoulders. "We'll lay your head an' shoulders on this step-ladder so you'll be level an' easy," she said cheerfully; "then I'll pry off a side piece, like you said. I've noticed it's loose." In ten minutes she had me free, standing on the ground beside her. But I felt no animation. " 'Twa'n't worth the trouble," I grinned, "though I'm just as much obliged. But I've got old tramp clothes on, an' with the country 'roused they'd spot me ten miles off an' run me in. Then the gang will throw all the stuff on me, an' make it good an' strong. No, I'll just stay here till the men come back. I see now I wa'n't cut out for a hobo, anyhow, an' I've been sus picionin' it for some time. I'm too grass green for one thing, an'? an' they're too cheap for another. My real work is diggln' in dirt like I started out. An' if it hadn't been for an uncle who put two men's work on me an' pes terin' my life out, while his own boys were goin' to school, I'd be at it now. Fact is, I ain't much." "Nor me," returned the girl sympa thetically. "I'm only second girl in the kitchen an' they keep dribblin' into me I m no 'count. . But you an' me know better. We're a 'whole lot. It's Inly other folks' envy." f My face cleared and I laughed. . "Guess you're right," I agreed. "Anyhow, you're some girl. An' say, I want you to remember me as Rey nolds. That's my real; not 'Rat' like the hoboes call me. Now you run Into the house an' tell the men, when they come, that I'll be slttin' out here." "Don't be silly, Reynolds. \ I've been stjidyijU' It out- Would anybody know you 'round, here?" "None but the gang. I've worked in the dark? unless by the clothes." ' "Then It's all right. Now there's a little room* in back the hen roost where we keep chicken feed. I have the whole care of It an' keep the key. 1 11 lock yOu In there an' bring out some supper an' some peroxide to dean the hurt places with. An' In the mornln' when I slip your breakfast I'll brjng some clothes a visitor left here once. They're pretty good, an' 'bout -yotar size. You put 'em on an* come straight to. the kitchen door." "All right, " I promised. "But what's the idea? give myself up?" "Silly again. You're goin' to work. The master has been tellin' us to be on the lookout for a man to do his gardeuin'. Good help's scarce, an' he'Jl snatch you up. An'? an' them dead chickens in the bag I'll fix up fo/din I?er* t have to get some anyway, for company la com in'. Christmas dinner, you know." f Lesson i (By REV. p B universal rEIGn 0p 1 ?eKi"9 lis, h ??? is a s?.?i .,f ' was horn." T:,?. "Ac incorporated wnj, j.,,.'?' 'v'n he *f its Saviuj- :,nd 7.!m 'D sfiall be of l >av id \ l!je 1 2- He is the Si a '7ui i:?' given." As th.- "*s He was not horn hn ' ?* ?iven is the m:giMV ?!??!'?,' ing Father Uein- '-?'""eve comment assume ail aui?,.,riiv , ^ fui. The worhj .V'l II ' <s *? "J5 ki??dotn will V'X at a i kinR,io?ls h(,,?ls,. ; ' Of this World. He Is '? sejlor; therefore J*'*' takes l? His "" the kingdom. Hi* k,^. ? * kingdom of peace \?*h ' will he know, in 'I'""1 8 Thp w?r. > k,n->uoni. 11 2) Th, H?c o,' . IIoI>' sPirit shall rpst . m?'h,"ISi sevPnf"M (1) The spirit ,,f the , a divine person prw.,.,|irl f Father and Son. (2) -n* wisdom"? givin,; things, human and divine. m * of understanding"? fjiat is the to see that which is ?f the hi and hest. (4, ...splr)t ?/ * J tha s the nl.llltv mnkep? Spirit of might-'? tli, it is to execute His plans. knowledge"? that Is the aM? Perceive the will of Oo?l |? all il (7) "The fear of the I.or,|"_,| reverential and ohedient fear ?4,\?V'hnrm''fr "" *?? II .3-o). Because of Ills divine a; Ing He shall he quirk to under goodness (v. 3). Bemuse of thl ctrnment the rljrht will have r* tf?n and the pretender tn right be recognized and exposed. (2 shall not judpe after external if ances (v. 3). (3) Shall not i upon hearsay (v. 3). Earh ras* be decided upon the basin of ahi and perfect knowledge. (4) fje defend and avenge the poor and of all the earth (v. 4). The shall Inherit the earth when the siah reigns (Matt. 5 f5) Shall the earth (v. 4). Those whor smites are the snpodly Inhab! who are fchen In federation aj Christ. The h^ad nf this fed^rat the Anti-Christ (1 Thess. 2:8) He shall have a zeal for Justici truth (v. 5). II. The Nature of His Kin (Isa. 11:6-10). This is a picture of the gl Golden Age of which p< ?prs han find for which the wise men ages have longed an! lookod. will then be pearp, not only he men, but between nnimnls. 1. The Wolf Shall I>wp11 \V;l Lamb (v. ft). Tli e word "dwell gents Intimacy as if thp lamb ! receive the wolf Into If s hnme. only place and clrcumsfnnre at ent In which thp wolf and rhp dwell together Is when f fie la Inside of the wolf. 2. The Leopard Shnll Lie With the Kid (v. (]). 3. Thp Calf, thp Young Lion a Fatllng Shnll Bp Top-thcr ( They are so gentle and pparefv a llttlp rhlld can lead f hem. 4. The Cow and thp 15ear Shal Together (v. 7). 5. The Lion Shnll Eat Straw ? no longer preying upon othe mals. 6. The Sucking Child Shall Upon the Hole of the A?p <*? 7. All Nation ? Shall rather Him (v. 10). Thp pnrth shall tl full of the knowledge of the L< the waters rover fhp sea. ? III. The Glorious Issue of the dom (Isn. 11:10-12). The glorious r?'firn of f'hrift attract the Cientilp nr? f ?? 'n? T the real purpose of the klngM attract the naff"*1-- of the Jesus Christ that thpy mlgl-t he; The nations of thp pnrth M brought to thp place wh erf fhp recognize Christ hpenusp of the and fierfpefjon of 1I!< kingdom. Our Gcthecmane. It Is a great th'.ng. when semane hours mm p. when ( bitterness Is prpscntpd to our P when we pray that If mnr to feel that It Is not fate, that : It necessity, hut divine 'nvP j ends, working upon us.? E. H. j But One Book. I When Walter Scott raW*1 winter of his life, h* . the Book" "What hook. Afked. He answered. "T^r' Rook " ? The Won^rM'
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