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The Door
01 Unrest
Strange Hallucinations of a
Remorseful Shoemaker
By O. HENRY
Copyright. I*ll, by Doubledajr, Page
I' '1
I *at.an boar by son In the editor's
room of the Montopolls Weekly Bogle.
I waa the editor.
Tbe saffron rays of the declining
sunlight filtered through the eon
stalks In Mlcajah Wlddqp'a garden
patch and caat an amber glory npon
my paate pot I aat at the editorial
„desk In my nonrotary revolving chair
and prepared my editorial against the
oligarchies.
Then In from the daaky, quiet street
there drifted and perched hlmaelf upon
a corner of my deak old Father Tlme'a
younger brother. Hla face waa beard
less and as gnsrled aa an Bngliah wal
nut I never saw clothes auch aa be
wore. They would have reduced
Joseph's coat to a monochrome. Bat
the colors were not the dyer's. Stalne
and patches and the work of snn and
mat were reaponslble for the diversity.
On his coarse shoes waa tbe dost, con
ceivably, of a thousand league*. I can
describe blm no farther, except-to say
that he' waa little and weird and old
old 1 began to estimate In centuries
when I saw him. Yes, and I remember
that there was an odor, a faint odor
like aloes, or possibly like myrrh or
leather, and I thought of museums.
"I am glad to see you, sir," I said.
"I wonld offer yon a chair, bat—you
see, sir," I went on, "I have lived in
Montopolls only three weeks and I
have not met many of oar citizens."
I turned a doubtful eye upon his dast
stained shoes and concluded with a
newspaper phrase, "I suppose Oat yon
reside In our midst?"
My visitor fumbled In hla raiment,-
drew forth a soiled card and handed
it to me. Upon It was written, in plain
but unsteadily formed characters, the
name "Michob Ader."
"I am glad you called, Mr. Ader," 1
aald. "As one of our older citizens you
must view with pride the recent growth
and enterprise of Montopolls. Among
other Improvements I think I can
promise that the town will now be pro
vided with a live, enterprising news
pa"—
"Do ye know tbe name en that card?"
aaked my caller. Interrupting me.
"It is not a familiar one to me," 1
■aid.
Again be visited the depth* of hi* an
cient veatment*. Thla time be brought
out a torn lent of some book or Journtl
brown and flimsy with age. The head
ing of the page waa the Turkish Spy
in old style type. Tbe printing npon It
was this; 7"
"There to « man come to Paris in
thla year 1043 who pretends to hire
lived these sixteen hundred yean. He
say« of himself that be was a shoe
maker In Jerusalem at the time of the
crucifixion, that his name to liichob
Ader and that when Jssus, the Chris
tian Mess las, was condemned by Pon
tius Pilate, the Roman president, he
paused to rest while bearing his cross
to the place of crucifixion before the
door of Mlchob Ader. The shoemaker
•truck Jesus with his fist, saying: 'Go;
why tarriest thoUT* The Messias an
swered him, 'I Indeed am going, bat
thou shslt tarry until I come,' thereby
condemning him to lire until the day
of Judgment He lives forever, bat at
the end of every hundred yean be falls
into a fit or trance, on recovering from
which be finds himself in the same
state of yoath in which be was when
Jesus suffered, being then about thirty
years of age.
"Such is tbe story of tbe Wandering
Jew, as told by Mlcbob Ader, who re
lates"— Hers tbe printing ended.
I most have mattered aloud some
thing to myself about tbe Wandering
Jew, for tbe old man apoke np bitterly
and loudly.
" Tto a lie," said be, "Uke nine-tenths
of what ye call history. Tto a gentile
I am, and no Jew. I am after foot-
In' It oat of Jerusalem, my eon, bat
if that makes me a Jew then every
thing that comes oat of a kettle to ba
bies' milk. Te have my name oo tbe
card ye bold, and ye have rand tbe bit
of psper they call the Turkish Spy that
printed tbe newa when I stepped Into
their office on tbe 12th day of Jane,
in the year 1043, Just as f have called
upon ye today."
, 1 told down my pencil and pad.
Clearly It would not do. Here was aa
item for the local column of tbe Bogie
that—bat It would not do.
1 was trying to think of aome con
versational subject with which to In
terest my visitor and wss hesitating
between walking matches and tbe
pliocene age when tbe old man sod
debly began to wasp poignantly and
distressfully.
"Cheer op. Mr. Ader." I said, a little
awkwardly; "this matter may blow
over In a few hundred years mors.
There has already been a darlded re
action In far or of Judas lecarlot and
Colonel Bnrr and tbe celebrated violin
ist. Hgnor Nero. This Is tbe of
whitewash. Ton must not allow your
self to become downhearted."
Unknowingly 1 had etrack a chord.
The old man btteked belligerently
through Me senile Mara.
"Tie time." he aald. "that the Bars
ha dote' Joetlce to aomebodr Tar hte
tortena are no mora than a pack of
old woman gabblta* at a wake. A Boer
man than the Imperor Nero alvar wore
aandala. Mao. I waa at tht bars la' of
•"* I knowed AM Imparor wan.
Air te them daya I waa a wall kaown
character, la thlm daya they had ray
apect for a mas that lived forever.
"Bat twaa of the Imperor Nan I
waa coin* t» tell ye. I atrack MM
Batna. np the Apptos way. oa the
night of Jaly Id, the year M. I had
Jnst stepped down by way of Slberte
and Afghanistan. I'm Mitts' ye I waa
paaato' the Orcna Maxlmua, and It waa
■lark as pitch over the way. and I*-
I heard somebody alng out, 'ls that
yon. Mlcbobr
"Ovsr M-lnrt tha wall, _hld out
GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 9. 1913.
among a pile of barrel* and old dry
goods boxes, was the lmperor Nero
wld his tbgy wrappM around his toes,
amoklu' a long, black segar.
" 'Have one; MichobT says be.
" 'None of the weeds for me," says I
—"naytber pipe nor *egar. What'* tbe
use,' say* I, of amokln' when ye'v* not
got the ghost of a chance of klllln' yer
self by doln' ltr
"True for ye, Michob Ader, my
perpetual Jew/ says the lmperor, 'ye're
not always wanderln'. Sore, 'tis dan
ger gives the aplee of oar pleasures
next to their beln' forbidden.'
" 'And for what,' aaya I, 'do ye smoke
be night In dark places wldont even a
clnturlon In plain clothes to attend ye?'
" 'Have ye ever heard, Micbob,' says
the lmperor, 'of predestlnarlanlamf
" I've had the cousin of it,' aaya L
'l've been on-tbe trot with pedestrian-
Ism for many a year and more to come,
aa ye well know.'
'"The longer word,' says me friend
Nero, *la the t'achln' of this new sect
of people tbey call the Christians. 'Tls
them that's rayaponslble for me smok
ln 1 be night in boles and corners of tbe
dark.'
"And then I set* down and takes off
a shoe and rub* me foot that 1* frosted,
and the lmperor tell* me about It It
seems that sine* I pasaed that way be
fore the lmperor had mandamused tbe
lmpreaa wld a divorce suit and M lanes
Poppaea, a clllbrated lady, was tngaged
wldout riferencea aa housekeeper at
the palace. "All In one day,' says tbe
lmperor, '*he puts tip new lace windy
enrtaina In the palace and joins the
anti-tobacco society, and whin 1 feela
the need of a smoke I must be after
sneakln' out to these piles of lumber In
tbe dark.' 8o there in the dark trie and
the lmperor sat and I told blm of me
travel*."
And now I detected a new flavor to
Mr. Michob Ader. It bad not been
myrrh or balm or hya*op tbat 1 had
a. »
"KB. ADER," I SAID, "THIS AW AIB MAT
BXjOW OVSB IB A r* HUNDIiED YEA US."
studied. The emanation was the odor
of bad whisky and, wprse still, of low
comedy, the sort that small humorUts
manufacture by clothing the grave and
revered things of legend and history
in the xulgar, topical frippery that
passes for a certain kind of wit Mlcbob
Ader aa an impostor, claiming 1,000
years and playing bis part with tbe
decency of respectable lunacy,' 1 could
endure, but as a tedious wag, cbeaiien
ing bis egregious story with song book
ievlty. hls Importance as an entertainer
grew lees.
And then, as if be suspected my
thoughts, be suddenly shifted his key.
"You'll excuse me, sir," be whlued.
"but sometimes I get a little mixed in
my bead. I am a very old man, and
It to bard to remember everything."
1 knew that be was tight and that
I eboald not try to reconcile bim with
Roman history, so I ssked for news
concerning other ancients witb whom
be bad walked familiar.
"Now, I kMW Tamerlane, (be lame
Tlmoor. air, rery well. I aaw Mm at
Kegbot and at ZaranJ. He vaa a lit
tle nan no larger than yerself, with
hair tbe color of ao amber pipe atem.
They burled blm at Samarkand. I wn*
at tbe wake. air. Oh. be waa a One
built man In bis coffin, sis feet long,
with black whiskers to his fsce. And
I see 'em throw turnips at tbelmperor
Ylspaaian la Africa. All over the
world I hare tramped, air. witboot tbe
body of M Ondln' any rest Twaa ao
commanded- I aaw Jernaalsm de
stroyed fod Pompeii so ap la tbe lire
works, «ad f waa at tbe coronation of
Charlemagne and tbe lyncliln* of Joan
ef Are. Aad everywhere 1 go there
cornea stoma and revolutions and
plagnee and SITS. Areyeqolte aura. air.
that ye haven't a drop of wbieky con
venient? Ye well know that I have
many tnllas of walkia' before me."
"I have none." said I. "sod. If yoa
please, I am about to leave for my sop
par."
©early, tbe aietter had pcogrsaeed
far beyood the scope of tbe Bngle'e
local col nam. There might have beea
employ meat here for tbe alienist or
for those who circulate the pledge,
hot I had had eaongb of it I got sp
aad repeated that 1 most go.
" Twaa BO that did It," be mut
tered aa I led him toward the door—
"me. tbe shoemakar of Jerusalem."
1 got him to the sidewalk, aad la tbe
aogmaated light I aaw that his face
waa Beared aad lined aad warped by
a sadasas almost Incredibly tbe prod
act of a alagle lifetime.
I atood, uncertain bow-to take my
leave. I looked down the street.
Shnffled my feet looked back agaln
aad felt my hair rise. Tbe old man
had dlMppeired.
And then my capllladeo relaxed, for
I dimly saw him footing it away
through tbe daitneas. Bat he walked
. ao swiftly aad silently and contrary
I to tba gait promised by bis age that
my composure waa not all restored,
though I knew not why.
That night I wee foolish enough to
take down eome dost covered volumes
from my "modest ifbelves, T *6* relied
"Hermlppux lledJvlvnaVand "Snlathlel"
and the "IVpys Collection" In vain.
then In M book called "Tbe Citi
sen of the World" and In one two
centuries old 1 came upon what I de
sired. Mlehob Ader hud Indeed come
to Parts In the year 1043 and related
to tbe Turkish Spy an extraordinary
story, tie claimed to be the Wander
ing Jew. and tlist-
But here I fell saleep. for my edl
torial duties had not been light that
day.
Judge Hoover was tbe Bugle's candi
date for congress. Having to confer
with him. I aougbt bis home early tbe
next morning, and we walked together
downtown through a little street with
which i was unfamiliar.
"Did you ever hear of Ulcbob Ader?"
I asked blm. smiling.
"Why, yea," aald the judge. "And
that reminds me of my ahoea .he baa
for mending. Here Is his ahop now."
Judge Hoover stepped Into a dingy,
small shop. 1 looked up at the algn
and saw "Mike O'Bader, Boot and Shoe
Maker," on It.
There sat my Wandering Jew on bla
shoemaker's bench trimming a half
sole.
Judge Hoover Inquired kindly con
cerning bis shoes. The old shoemaker
looked up and apoke sanely enough.
He had been 111, he said, for a few
Cays. The next day the aboea would
be ready.. Ue looked at me, and t
could see th«t 1 hud no place In hla
memory. Bo out we went and on our
way.
"Old Mike." remarked the candidate,
"baa been on one of his sprees. He
gets crasy drunk regularly once a
month. But he'a a good aboemaker."
"What la hi* history?" I Inquired.
"Whisky," epitomized Judge Hoover.
"Tbat explalua him."
I waa silent, but I did not accept the
explanation. And so when I had the
chance I asked Old Man Sellers, who
browsed daily on my exchangee.
"Mike O'Bader," said he, "waa
makln' aboea In Montopolla wben 1
come here goln' on fifteen year ago. 1
guess wblaky's bis trouble. Once a
month be geta off tbe track and stay*
so a week. He's got a rigmarole some
tbln' about hla beln' a peddler tbat
be tella ev'rybody. Nobody won't listen
to blm any more. Wben be'a aober be
ain't alcb a fool." *
But again I would not Not ret wnt
my Wandering Jay rightly construed
tor me. 1 tmist that women may not
be allowed a title to all the curiosity
Id the world. 80 when Montopolls'
oldest inhabitant (some ninety score
years younper than Mlcbob Aderl
dropped In to acquire promulgation in
print 1 siphoned his perpetual trickle
of reminiscence In the direction of the
uninterpreted maker of shoes.
Dncle Abner was the complete his
tory of Montopolia. bound In butternut.
"O'Bader." be quavered, "come here
In 'OO. He waa the first shoemaker
In the place. Folks generally considers
him crazy at times now. But he don't
harm nobody. I s'pose drinkln' upset
hla mUid—yes. drinkln' very likely done
It It's a powerful Itad thing, drinkln'.
I'm an old, old man, air, and 1 never
aee no good lo drinkln'."
"Did Mike O'Bader have a great loss
or trouble of any kind?" I asked.
"Lemrne see! About thirty year ago
there was somethln' of (be kind, I
recollect. Montopolia. sir, in tbem days
nsed to lie a mighty strict place.
"Well, Mike O'Bader bad a daughter
then—a right pretty girl. Bbe was too
gny a sort for Montopolia, so one day
she slips off to another town and rnns
away with a circus. It waa two years
before she comes back, all Axed np in
fine clothes and rings and Jewelry, to
aee Mike, lie wouldn't have nothln' to
io wltb her. so she stays around town
awhile, anyway. I reckon the jnen
folks wouldu't have mined no objec
tions, but the women egged 'em on to
order her to leave town. But she bad
plenty of spunk and told 'em to mind
tbelr own business.
"80 one night they decided to run
her away. A crowd of men and wo
men drove her out of ber houae and
cbaaed ber with atlcka and atonea. fthe
ran to ber father'* door, callln' for
help. Mike opena It, and when he aeee
who It la be hlta ber with hi* flat and
knocka ber down and ahuta tbe door.
"And then tbe crowd kept on
cbunkln' ber till ahe ran clear out of
town. And the next day they. And*
ber drowned dead In Hunter's mill
pond. 1 mind It all now. That waa
thirty year ago." _
t leaned bark In my nonrotary re
volving chair and nodded gently, like
a mandarin, at my paate pot
"When aid Mike hu* a apell." went on
Uncle Abner. tepidly garni lou», "be
think* he'* tbe Wanderln' Jew."
"He to," aald I. nodding away.
MEN OF LITTLE WIT.
Eight men who deserve to be
•lapped on ike lice —he who de
spises a man of power, he who en
ter* a home uninvited and unwei
comed, he who five* order* in a
home not hi* own, he who take* a
•eat above hi* po*itiaD, he who
•peak* to one who doe* not listen
to him. he who intrude* oo the
conversation at others, be who
•eek* favor* from the ungeneruu*
and he who expect* love from bit
enemies.—From the Persia*.
LMII to the CeW* F««i.
Do n»t jutfU- i I" 'rt ri the coll'* feat
when th'-v nrr t>r> inflit In from pea
tarn The f»*i n»ay te *£>rn line en.
eapeolally If the eolt ha* been running
lo a Ktoar |w«tnr*. Xl|i«rs and a reap
■boilld be u-ed. If tlife tank U neglect
ed the coll l« liable to develop litem
I*be* or become crti>pled. Awkward
I moretn are often mail* by a I low In# the
feet to im>w (timW -Fann Journal.
THE PAST IS DEAD.
To live i* lo be up and doing
today, not to be counting on the
things that were, but lo figure on
iba thing* that, are and will be; no!
to *ay that today is not so gord as
yealerday. but lo declare lhi>t lo
mnrrw v»itt be he he»t d*/ the
un vehe has ever teen.
ALASKA'S "SILENT CITY."
Wonderful Mirage That la Said to
' Have Been Photographed.
One of tbe beet stories regarding a
mirage la tbut told In Abulia -concern
ing tbe a|i|>earunce of a city In thftky.
Tbla "silent city" Is said to have ac
tually been pbotugruphed. and. though
there are akeptica,.enougb people claim
to have Been It to make the atory Inter
esting.
Tbe Brat account of this "city of si
lence" waa told by a prona tor named
Wlllougbby. Tie was a miner In Cali
fornia and went to AlasluC where lie
settled In tbe vicinity of kiulr glacier.
In fact. It was Wllloughl\jF who pilot
ed Professor Mulr when Be ascended
the Immense Ice Held which now bears
tbe scientist's name. Wllloughby al
ways told tbe story of this city which
appeared In the sky with mucb ear
nestness, and be carried a photograph
which be aald be took after several
visits to the spot whence tbe vision
could be seen.
When Wllloughby firat wen.t to Alas
ka natives told blm that at certain
tlmea of tbe year when tbe days were
longest and the atmoapberlc condition*
right tbey aaw auspended in the beav
ena a town with streets, bouse* and
many different kinds of buildings. Bo
impressed was be that he engaged the
Indiana to take blm to the place where
the city could be seen, and In their ca
noes traveled to tbe spot
After several attempts Wlllougbby
at lengthy saw thla "silent city," as the
natives called It He said that tbe at
mosphere was so clear tbat mountain*
many mile* away seemed near and
that td be gazed tbe outline* of a city
gradually assumed shape, and build
ing after building came to view. He
distinctly saw tall offlce buildings,
churches and spires, house* and ev
ery indication tbst tbe clty,wsa in
habited; but though be saw It a*v*ral
times, he could never detect a human
being. K balo of light seemed to cov
er all. As he gated th* vision faded
apd gradually receded. Bo convinced
waa be that be was looking at tbe
mirage of an actual city tbat be mad*
records to »how thst be hsd been on
the exsct spot whence tbe picture in
the sky could be seen.
Wlllonghby's pbotogrlpb was crude,
but euough could be discerned to lead
persona to sssert tbst It was a view
of Bristol. England, many tbouaand
miles away. Wllloughby told hla *tory
In 1888 or thereabouts Since then *ev
eral persona have aald tbat tbey aaw
tbe mirage. In every instance tbe
mirage wss surrounded by a balo of
light which poured a soft glow on roof
and wall*.—New York Son.
Jenny Llnd Hated U*.
Jenny Llnd hated the Americana.
She abhorred the very name of Bar
nnm, who, abe said, "exhibited* me
juat as be did the big gisnt or any
other of his monstrosities."
"But," said I, "yon mnat not forget
how you were idolized and appreciated
in America. Even a* a child I can re
member how they worshiped Jenny
Xind." ,
"Worshiped or not" abe answered
sharply,'"l waa nothing more than a
ahow in a showman'* hand*. 1 can
never forget that"—From "The Courts
of Memory," by Mme. Lindane rone.
Wholesale Favor*. '
Tbe young man entered tbe presi
dent's office and stood -first on one foot
•nd then on the other. He dropped
bis hat, hnndkerrblef and umbrella.
Altogether he waa In a highly devel
oped state of nervousness. «
"Well, well!" said the employer.
"Out with itr
"I have come, air," aald the young
man. and then begnn to etamroer.
, "Well, apeak upt Bare you coma to
ask for tbe hand of my daughter or a
raise In aalury?"
"If you plcuae. air." atnmmered the
young man, "H'a both."— Exchange.
The Darkeet Hour.
Tbe darkeet hour la when you And that
all your coin la *p*nt
And nothing but your timepiece aland*
between you and the rent.
You never know It* value till you pew tbe
old thing o'er
Aa you atand beneath (he atiadow of the
gloomy pawnshop door.
—Cincinnati Knqulrar.
The darkest hour I* when you find tbe
lAm three rune behind
And betsmea cleave the atmosphere aa tf
they bad gone blind.
Tou never know tbe value of a solid three
(MM ClOUt
Until the beg* are filled wltb waiting meo
and two are out.
—Birmingham Age-Herald.
The darkeet hour le when you Bad your
dome devoid of tbernee.
When nothing see mo to make a Joke la
spite of all your eehemee.
Tou take your cheer* and pen and add
unte aome other's stock.
(Tbe darkeet hour la peealng now—Sve
- forty-live o'clock.)
—Buffalo New*.
The darkeet hour, we think, le when the
wife of any man
rinds when he comee la off UM read a
dainty, fragile fan
la hi* Inalde coat pocket Ob. tbe wicked
ways of men!
It'a time for ue to go borne and explain
that fan again.
—Houetoa Poet.
gee Snakee.
Baa (oakea are very plentiful In the
Booth Pacific. They are widely dlstrlb
uted, attar Individual* having been ae
cared 00 the coa*t of New Zealand.
When awlniiulng cloee to the aurfaca
tbey exactly r*>eemi>ie an ordinary
anake, except that tbe bead la always
below water. At night they coma
ashore and lie among tbe rock*. Tbey
feed on flab. and. although their email
doable fangs appear barmleee, tbey
are reported to bsvery venomous.
Oiaplscsd tile Hourglass.
Tbe drat accurate clock waa *et op 1
In England at Hampton Court In IMO.
Up to that time members of tbe royal
•alt uaed hour glaaae* lo tbelr private
•uoftia.
Hale Brush**.
An experienced band will by toocb -
tall If a broom or bniali be all hair or
a mixture. But If ever In doubt poll
oat or cut off • *u*pkk>ua hair and
apply a match. Howeyer well doctor
ed, tbe deception will be ibowu at
ence. Hairs will burn, rolling up ball
like, with tbe wen known smell of
burned hair, while a vegetable eubstl
tote will consume, leaving tbe charred
portion like a burned mstcb. '
BORN ON CHRISTMAS DAY
•ems Famous Psspl* Who First
•aw th* Light on or About
D*c. 25.
There la some uncertainty
about the year and date of the
birth of Clara llarton, founder
of the Ited Cross and famoua
philanthropist, who died - this
year, more thmi ninety years
old, but It I* generally believed
that abe waa boru on Christmas
day In 1820 or 1821.
Lord John Morley, tbe cele
brated British author and atates*
man. Gladatoue's lieutenant and
secretary of afaie for India In
tbe Aaqulth cabinet, was born
oil Chrlatmna eve. Dec. 24, 1838.
Seven years later to the day
King George I. of Greece first
saw the light.
Lord Marcus Bereaford, broth
er of the famous British ad
miral, was a Christmas day
baby, as were also Ijiify Orey-
Egerton and the Countess of
Rothes, one of the survivors of
the wreck of the Titanic.
Among those who were born
on Dec. 20. "Just too late for
Christmas dinner," were Ad
miral George IWwey, the Earl
of I,clce*ter. fir Jamee Linton,
tbe painter; the Ducbess of
Leeds. Sir James Bankln. mem
ber of tbe British parliament,
and James D. Rtepbens, repre
sentative from California in tbe
American emigres*.
CHRISTMAS WITH THE
TOILERS OF THE SEA
lANDLUBBEBS tbat yon are, did yon
. ever reflect tbat there la a world
where Chrlatma* la aa meaning
"* less a day aa the 24th or 26th
•f December! Dhl yon ever think far
enough beyond tbe aplcy vapors of
your own plum pudding to realize tbat
tbe acafaring folk were living their
Chrlataiaa day a* If tbey knew naugbt
of Its fsme? Tbey do know what It
meana. however, aa well aa ever do
you. but wlnda laab and wave* thump
on tbe 25th a* on every other day, and
If* a foolish sail rman who counts
on turkey or holly lierries. Tbe chances
are he'll see little of them.
Christmas is disobliging enough to
tome In the very beginning of the mad
dest weather, and the weather pever
gives way one inch. The pllotboat
people and the life aavers make pa
thetic little attempts at holding holt
day, but ten to one they will be noth
ing more 4ban attempts. If tbe sea
chooses tp make merry in Its own
way tbeLSea commands and must be
TheJbptalns of tbe life saving sta
the beach try each year to
celebrate with tbelr men. A turkey Is
always brought tt> the headquarters
and a good meal prepared around It
as a star attraction. But anywhere
from drumsticks to nuts and raisins
may come tbe signal from the coast
guard. Perhaps a crab Ashing boat
has capsized; |>erh«p« It is a big ship
going down—the result Is tbe same
The Christmas turkey Is left to grow
cold, tbe mince pie, Is forgotten, snd
Ifs off to launch tbe lifeboat and then
to the oars and away. Night or day
the summons may come. If at nlgbt
there are a flashing of lights on the
beach and a light, man against storm,
in the blackness of the «urf.
On the lightship provision In mad* for
• food dhitier. but there the pleasure
eud*. Day mid night the ship ride* at
anchor ten milea-off *hore. Always the
clanging of tbe fog bell la hesrrfsml
tbe lights are watched, and break In
the monotony there In none, aare for a
better bill of fnre than nanal and an
extra glass of grog, then back to tbe
bell and the light* a rain, and men for
get what Christina* celebrated or that
It waa celebrated at all.
It waa daring tbe carving of tbe laat
turVey that tbe bell* rung fiercely, for
a fog waa driving in pact tbe bea*
and llghta were being enveloped In If.
Two new men were among tbe crtw,
and tbey aprnng, frightened, away from
the table. Tbe old sailors assured
tbem that It waa no trouble out of tbe
ordinary, bat they could not be Induc
ed to come back to tbe dinner. Tbey
are blaae now and are laughing at
other new men, but tbelr cotnpanlona
hare not forgotten to mention tbe din
ner that tbey mlsaed by gailug shod
derlngly Into a winter fog and expect
ing the death of tbemaelvea or aome
one elae every moment
Cbrtatmaa la a lottery to tbe ptlota
No man of tbem knowa when hia tnrn
la coming to guide a ahlp Into port, and
ablpa muat be guided when It la tbatr
captain'* will. Rome of tbe pilot* may
hare a aogtcb of tbe day at borne to
tbe mldat of Slnta Clana goaalp and
tin bona and atuffad stocking*. Who
ever tbe other pilot* may be, tbey axe
on tbe water with a goad dinner atow
ed away awaiting It* opportunity,
which may or may not coma. If a
ahlp la aoddenly righted, then never
mind tbe dinner.
The life oo the (Ml ateamera and
•ailing vaaaala to mora ayatematle. and
It ta worth white to prepare for aa
much merrtment aa the bomealckoeaa
of empty *ea view will permit. Tlfctt
may be-a Cbrlatmae free and mutif
and dancing: but. be you • aaadov or
• landlubber. It'* all tbe *ame—yon
would rather be at home over a table
that doee not roll and apend a good
CbrtatUin Chriatmaa with all Ha tra
ditional noneenae —Ban Fraaciaco Call.
PLEASANT THOUGHTS.
"Make rourtelvc* nest* of pleas
ant thought*," counsels Rus kin.
Bright fancies, satisfied memories,
noble hisocte*. faithful layings,
treasure hnnwi of restful and pre
cious thought* which care cannot
dial ud> or pain make gloomy or
poverty take away from m, home*
built without hands for our soul* to
live in ■ these thing* are not for
earth alooe; they are a part of die
treasure that may be tent over.
MR, MARDIFIELD'S 7
CHRISTMAS GRANDSON.
WONDEB who tbey are!" said
■ old Mr. Mardlflcld.
Ue was standing at the win
dow of tbe breakfaat room,
looking across the sunny street at an
unpretending little cottage.
"Wbom do you mean, under asked
Clara Barton, who expected to be ber
grand uncle's heiress.
"Why, tUnite people across tbe way!"
"Ob. cumiuou folks, I dure aay. No
body else would live In that bullae."
Old Mardlfield came to the breakfast
table. He sighed Softly ss be took
the cup from Clara's Jeweled hand.
"llncle. dear, you are very silent,"
said Clara
"I wns only thinking, my dear," said
tbe old gentleuiau a|x>logct!rally.
"Only thinking!" Ves, bis mind bad
gone back year* alone the dusty track
of time, and he bad been mutely pon
dering upon what tbe resnlt would
have been bad be shaped his curie
llffemifty In the day* that were gone.
He had bad a son once, of wbom be
bad been proud and fond, aed If—
"I would hare done anything for
blm— anythlfig." tlixight Mardlfield,
swallowing his coffee, "if be wonld
only bare been willing to commit aay
feelings a little. But when be mar
ried that western girl It was like
drawing a gulf between ns. and be
knew It But be'* dead now. and even
on hb dearhlied be waa too proud to
■end lor bis old father."
These were tbe thoughts tbst were
passing through old MardifiekTa mind.
As tbe old gentlemen wss returning
from s wslk later In tbe cool snnsUne
a little fellow hsnglng over tbe gate
accosted blm eagerly.
"Sir, are you Kant* Clans?"
"Not that I know ot WbyT*
"Yon are like tbe picture tn my
book," said the boy—"a tat old gentle
man. with * long white beard and lots
of parcel*. And my mamma aald
Santa Clan* wouldn't come to oar
© *%••- L t
"■ADAM, I Alt BASTA CtiC*'
boom 'HUM we were so poor. i.ad :
want • Mocking full of tor*. »k* :bt
otlfer bora. awl a n«* sled. and a pair
of akatea, and I thought If I aaw Santa
Clana I'd ask him."
Here a p»rt voir* from tbe window
called "Uoaei: Lionel r and the ap
parition alliifwd down from tbe gat*
and ran away.
"A cunning little rosne!" tbooght
UardllWld. "Santa Claua. eb? An oM
fea'!eman with a lone white beard—
Ul bal ha! And I misfit bare bad
Vat eocb a chubby mural of a grand
ton aa that If only—l wonder If they
would object to mj adopting hln>'
Santa Claim, eb? Well. I believe I
will tarn Rant* Clana for oarer
Tbe etara were chining oat. Hay
polnta of cold, tbrvnib tbr darkneea
of tbe Cbrtatmaa eve. when Mr. Mardl
ItU knocked at tbe d«*«r of the little
man colored cottage.
"Coma lor f gentle tolre railed, and
Mardlfleld. gr.>i>lng hi* way thnmgh •
aemlllgbted hallway, foand hlmaetf In
the prrm-Q'-v of a i»n'i fj »il woman
In a pillowed chair, her Angara bMM
la anme piece of knitting.
"Madam." aald be. bowing court roue
ly. "I am Kama ciana!"
And thro be told ber the atory of
bow little l.lonel bad 7 arroated blm In
tbe morning
"Ton are rery ilnd air." aald th«r
woman tremntooaly. "We-are poor—i*.
poor. In fart, that tbe bareat atttaaa
rtea of life are aometlmea beyond oni
reach—and little l.btnel'a dream of fean
ta Claua moat hare gone unrealised If
It were not for your thoughtful roe
■•deration" •
•ha ■nill»d faintly. with a motion of
bar white Iran* parent band toward
the rblaMj. bat is Mr UirtllM
nnwd round lo took be Hurtn) a* If
anlttro by aorae aoddea Mow.
"My OodT be gaaped. "»b»» ptrtrni
la that banal n* oree lb* ma Dial r
"llj buxUind** portrait air "
"Tour buahand'a! Then." and be
tarned once more to lift bar. "you ara
Cbarley'a wlfar
"II; bu«haod' Dam waa Chartee
Mardlflekl." aba a naive red Utile IJo
Ml. awakened by the load roh-e lo
wbkrb the »M rentleman bad apokem
aat ap la hl« bed. artth dWhereled rtirH
and big tjn
"Santa Claim. Kanta Claoar* ha cried
"Mamma. I knew he'd rpro*T'
"My child." aald Mr MardlOeld. ttft
tag tbe tittle form In bla a rata. 'Hants
Claua baa aent you a rraudfatber"
Specified.
"When lo trouble," aald the eminent
tectum. "refrain from worrying."
"Bat. doctor, - ' nuked ■ woman In tba
•Odla&ce. "bow can weT"
"Anyway," replied tba lecturer. "re
fraln from worrying other people."
Martyrdom.
"Sympathetic i«eopio bare a hut
time In tbla world."
"In what way?"
"They hare to Matwi to other peo
ple's trouble* and never get a chance
to tell their own."
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