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The First Christmas Tree v Once upon a time the forest was in a great commotion. Early in the evening the wise old cedars had shaken their heads ominously and predicted strange things. They had lived in the forest many, many years; but never had they seen such marvelous sights as were to be seen now in the sky, and upon the hills, and in the distant village. "Pray tell us what you see” pleaded a little vine; "we who are not as tall as you can behold none of these wonderful things. De scribe them to us, that we may enjoy them with you.” "I am filled with such amaze ment,” said one of the cedars, "that I can hardly speak. The whole sky seems to be aflame, and the stars and clouds; angels walk down from heaven to the earth and enter the village j>r talk with the shepherds upon the hills.” The vine listened in mute aston ishment. Such things never before had happened. The vine trembled with excitment. Its nearest neigh bor was a tiny tree, so small it scarcely ever was noticed; yet it was a very beautiful little tree, and the vines and ferns and mosses and other humble residents of the for est loved it dearly. "How I should like To see the angels!” sighed the little tree, "and how I should like to see the stars dancing among the clouds! It must be very beautiful.” As the vine and the little tree talked of these things, the cedars watched with increasing interest the wonderful scenes over and be yond the confines of the forest. Presently they thought they heard music, and they were not mistaken for soon the whole air was full of the sweetest harmonies ever heard upon earth. "What beautiful music!” cried the little tree, it comes.” "The angels are singing,” said a cedar; "for none but angels could make such sweet music.” "But the stars are singing too,” said another cedar; "yes, and the shepherds on the hills join in the song, and what a strangely glorious scng it is!” The trees listened to the sing ing, but they did not understand its meaning; it seemed to be an -•aBSfesffb-ario-'ie-w artrr& £mrd rhsr had been born; but further thai. this they did not understand. The strange and glorius song continued all the night; and all that night the angels walked to and fro, and the shepherd-folk talked with the angels, and the stars danced and caroled in high heaven. And it was nearly morning when the cedars cried out, "They are com ing to the forest! The angels are coming to the forest!” And, surely enough, this was true. The vine and the little tree were very terri fied, and they begged their older and stronger neighbors to protect them from harm. But the cedars were too busy with their own fears to pay any heed to the faint plead ings of the humble vine and the little tree. The angels came into the forest, singing the same glori ous anthem about the Child, and the stars sang in chorus with them, until every part of the woods rang with echoes of that wondrous song. There was nothing in the appearance of this angel host to in spire fear; they were clad all in white, and there were crowns upon their fair heads, and golden harps in their‘hands; love hope, charity, compassion, and joy beamed from their beautiful faces, and their pre sence seemed to fill the forest with a divine peace. The angels came through the forest to where the little tree stood, and gathering a round it, they touched it with their hands, and kissed its little branches, and sang, even more sweetly than before. And their song was about the Child, the Child, the Child th,at had been born. Then the stars came down ftfom. the skies and danced and hung upon the branches of the tree, and they too sang that song— the song of the Child. And all the other trees and the vines and the ferns and the mosses beheld in wonder; nor could they under stand why all these things were being done. When the morning came the an gels left the forest—all but one angel, who remained behind and lingered near the little tree. Then a cedar asked: "Why do you tarry with us, holy ang^l?” And the angel answered: "I stay to guard this little tree, for it is sacred and no harm shall come to it.” The little tree felt quite relieved by this assurance, and it held up its head more confidently than ever before. And how it thrived and grew and waded in strength and beauty! The cedars said they had never seen the like. The sun seemed to lavish its choicest rays upon the little tree, heaven drop ped its sweetest dew upon :t. and the winds never came to the forest that they did not forget their rude manners and linger to kiss the lit tle tree and sing it their prettiest songs. No danger ever menaced it, no harm threatened; for the an gel never slept—through the day and through the night the angel watched the little tree and pyo "fee'ed if fronTall evil. (Iftimes the trees talked with the angel; but ot course they understood little of what he said, for he spoke always of the Child who was to become the Master; and always when thus he talked, he careassed the little tree, and stroked its branches and leaves, and moistened them with tears. It all was so very strange that none in the forest could un derstand. So the years passed, che angel watching his blooming charge. Sometimes the beasts strayed to ward the little tree and threaten :d to devour its tender foliage; some times the woodman came with hr. axe, intent upon hewing down the straight and comely thing; some times the hot, consuming breath of drought swept from the south, and sought to blight the forest and all its verdure: the angel kept them from the little tree. Serene and beautiful it grew, until now it was no longer a little tree, but the pride and glory of the forest. One day the tree heard some one coming through the forest. H'.h erto the angel had hastened to its side when men approached; but now the angel strode away and stood under the cedars yonder. "Dear angel,” cried the tree, "can you not hear the footsteps of some one approaching? Why do you leave me?” "Have no fear,” said the angel; "for He who comes is the Master.” The Master came to the tree and beheld it. He placed His hands upon its smooth trunk and branch es, and the tree was thrilled with a strange and glorious delight. Then he stooped and kissed the tree, and then He turned and went away. Many times after that the Mas ter came to the forest, and when Fie came it always was to where the tree stood. Many times He rested beneath the tree and enjoyed the shade of its foilage, and*listen ed to the music of the wind as it swept through the rustling leaves. Many times He slept there, and the tree watched over Him, and the forest was still, and all its voices were hushed. And the an gel hovered near like a faithful sentinel. Ever and anon men came with the Master to the forest, and sat with Him in the shade of the tree, and talked with Him of matters which the tree never could under stand; only it heard that the talk was of love and charity and gen tleness, and it saw that the Master was beloved and venerated by the others. It heard them tell of the Master’s goodness and humility— how He healed the sick and raised the dead and bestowed inestimable blessings wherever He walked. And the tree loved the Master for His beauty and His goodness; and when He came to the forest it was full of joy. but when FIc came not i' was sad. And the other trees of the forest joined in its happiness and its sorrow, for thev too loved the. Master. And the angel always hovered near. » !!■ * The Master came one night a lone into the forest, and His face was pale with anguish and wet with tears and He fell upon His knees and prayed. The tree heard Him, and all the forest was still as if it were standing in the pre sence of death. And when the morning came, lo! the angel had gone. Then there was a great confu sion in the forest. There was ?. sound of rude voices and a clash ing of swords and staves. Strange men appeared, uttering loud oaths and cruel threats and the! tree was filled with terror. It called aloud for the angel, but the angel came not. "Alas,” cried the vine, "they have1 come to destroy the tree, the pride and glory of the forest!” The forest was sorely agitated, but in vain. The strange men plied their axes with cruel vigor and the tree was hewn to the ground. Its beautiful branches were cut away and cast aside, and its soft, thick foilage was strewn to the tender mercies of the winds. "They are killing me!” cried the tree. "Why is not the angel here to protect me?” But no one heard the piteous cry —none but the other trees of the forest; and they wept and the lit tle vine wept too. Then the cruel men dragged the despoiled and hewn tree from the forest and the forest saw that beauteous thing no more. But the night wind that swept down from the City of the Great King that night to ruffle the bosom of distant Galilee tarried in the forest awhile to say that it had seen that day s. cross upraised on Calvary—the tree on which was stretched the body of the dying Master. (EfrrtetmaB Ifolta of llgtlylgfrgm Bells in the tower of the Church of Nativity, Beth lehem, will ring out once again at the dawn of Christmas, marking the ob servance of the birth of the Christ Child, more than 1900 years ago. The church -'is lo cated where it is said the Christ Child was born. • Miss Helen Keller Has Cop Called Middletown, Conn. — What would you do if you were blind and deaf and discovered suddenly in the Grand Central Station you had lost your purse and had only five minutes in which to catch a train to keep a speaking engage ment in a distant city? Probably you would do just what Miss Hel en Keller, the celebrated deaf, blind woman did. Miss Keller had agreed to speak in this city in the interests of the $2,000,000 endowment fund she is raising for the American Foun dation for the Blind. When she got to Grand Central Station in New York with her secretary, Miss Polly Thomson, she found she had lost her purse. The train left in five minutes. "A policeman,” exclaimed M'ss Keller. "What policeman?” stam mered Miss Thomson. "Any po liceman,” ejaculated the apostle of achievement. To the nearest po liceman Miss Thomson explained their plight. The policeman was all attention. "Many times,” he had heard of Miss Keller. Now he had an op portunity to do something for her in the flesh. Quickly he negotiated a loan and saw her On the train. Miss Keller says that this inci dent proves her contention that this world is a good place in which to live. I nere once was a iaay narrjea nve, Who caused Father Adam to grieve. When he asked where she’d been, She replied with a grin: "I’ve been absent without any leave.” Health Champions Dorothy Eiler, Aitkin, County, Minn., with a score of 98.fe and Ross Allen, Harrison County, W Va., with 99.4 are the National 4-H jsjirl and boy Health Champions for 1932. Both had to beat blue-ribbon winners. The Printing Press Robert H. Davis.) j I am the printing press, born of the mother earth. My heart is of steel, my limbs are of iron, and my fingers are of brass. I sing the songs of the world, the oratorios of history, the sym phonies of all time. I am the voice of today, the. herald of tomorrow. I weave into the warp of the past the woof of the future. I tell the stories of peace and war alike. I make the human heart beat with passion or enderness. I stir the pulse of na tions, and make brave men do braver deeds, and soldiers die. I inspire the midnight toiler, weary at his loom, to lift his head again and gaze, with fearlessness, into the vast beyond, seeking the consolation of a hope eternal. When I speak, a myriad people listen to my voice. The Saxon, the Latin, the Celt, the Hun, the Slav, the Hindu, all comprehend me. I am the tireless clarion of the news. I cry your joys and sor rows every hour. I fill the dul lard’s mind with thoughts uplift ing. I am light, knowledge, pow er. I epitomize the conquests of mind over matter. I am the record of all things mankind has achieved. My off spring comes to you in the can dle’s glow, amid the dim lamps of poverty, the splendor of riches at sunset, at high noon and in the waning evening. I am the laughter and tears of the world, and I shall never die until all things return to the im mutable dust. I am the printing press. Say, "I Saw It in THE WATCHMAN.” How Cardui Helps Women •*Mal-nutrition” means that your body is not getting enough to keep It up, so that what it has to do is not done well. You may not be eat ing enough to keep up the work of the body, or there may be something wrong that keeps you from getting full value from the food you eat. Because of mal-nutrition, some women have aches and pains every month. Such pains should not be neglected. Take Cardui to give you a better appetite, to give you more strength from the food you eat — to build up and Increase your feeling of well being. Aches and pains go away as you build up with the help of Cardui. 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