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O holy morn! When peace and harmony were born," ne artherns of all Nations ring )ver the seas from shore to shore; The song the Christmas joy bells sing Echoes forevarmore. O Christ J to think Thy baby hands Could grasp and hold so many lands May joy abide in every breast I May loving thoughts and kindness sway The souls of men to quiet rest, For Christ was born to-day ! Let bitterness and envy cease, And all His children be at peace! . O spirit of this Christmastide, Abide with us, and give us power To conquer upon every side The battle of life's hour. And grant that we may know with Thee The joy of immortality. Helen S. Conant, A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. BY MR?. M. C. HALE. Gil!" said John Blake, stamping off the snow and swing ing his arms about. l))J "This is the coldest Cnnstmas eve I re member in a long time. Whew I Shut the door, Frank. Quick ! What on earth do you let in any more air than necessary such a night as this?" Farmer Blake had finished the chores early to-night, and had just come id "for good,'' as he said. Everything had been done, except the "lockin' up,7' which Frank, the oldest boy, was to at tend to, and all was to be ready for "the Christmas fixin' ;'' 'the young' uns had to get to bed so as everything'd be done in season." The farmer sometimes grumbled that "it wa? mighty hard work keeping Christmas," but if he had been given his choice, he would not have ha:l the day omitted from his calendar for a good sum of money. As to his wife, for six months she looked J or ward to Christmas with pleasure, and back upon it with delight for the other six months. "There'd be no use liring," she said, "if it weren't for Christmas and chil dren." Frank was now to take the warm wa ter to the chickens, for, as the farmer said, "Look's if it might set in for a good spell o' snow; an' the critters 'd better have enough feed for the mornin', in case we couldn't get to 'em." So Frank pulled down anotuer armful of bay, packing it into the manger. He patted old Dobbin and Molly, as, turn ing the lantern from side to side, he glanced around. "There!" he said to himself, "if I haven't forgotten the big key? Too cold to come out again. Father won't think of asking about it, and they are as safe as they ever are." The solemn, slow munching of the animals as they drew out the hay in long wisps, only slightly disturbed the silence as the boy stood still for a moment. It was not a very important matter. It had happened before that the barn had been left unlocked, but only when it had been forgotten, and as Frank thought, "If anything should happen, father would blame me." But the wild sweep of snow, as he opened the barn door, blew out the light, and in the dark, half blinded by the sleet, he fumbled at the latch ; until at last, having secured it, be hurried into the house, and then he really forgot. A sturdy boy of eleven he showed himself to be, as he stamped the snow from his rubber boots, and tossed his wet cap arcl "comforter" into a chair. Rob, a little fellow of about five years, had been drawing pictures, as he called his marks, and looked up with a dreamy air. 'Is issaowincr, father?" he asked. "Mow, father!" exclaimed Frank. "Do vou hear that? Who would ask such a question but Rob? Yes, you silly boy, it is snowing, and likely to keep on lor a good while. Do you thiDk it will last all night, father." "Can't tell," said the farmer. "This time o' year ain't wuth bettin1 on. Might keep on for a week, an' might clear olf 'fore mornin', an' the stars come out." "Mother," said Rob, suddenly raising bis head; "Did it snow when Jesus was born?" "Land sakes!" exclaimed Mr. Blake. "Hear that now! How d'you suppose we Know, child? We weren't there!" Mrs. Blake patted the little golden head, but thought it wise not to attempt an answer. "Everything in shape, Frank?" said his lather. And Frank, a little conscience-stricken, loo sed out toward the barn door, and said : "Yes, sir; it's awfully cold, too." "I hope no one is out-of-doors to night," said Mrs. BiaKe. "Did the lan tern blow out, Frank? Well, now, the slow's driving around so, it seems as if 'd feel better if tSere whs a light in it, and it was hung out on the porch. Some one might be losing their way, just for GOLDSBORO, N. C, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, want of the light it gives. There's very little light between the Cranford station and - the 'Mills,' and anyway, I'd feel better." "Pshaw! mother," said her husband; "don't you think the windows give light enough?" "Well, tho windows will be dark when we go to bed," she answered, "and besides, no one can see them till they get in frcnt of the house. I guess I'll aang it out." And with the wick turned up to give a bright, clear light, she hung it by a aail on the outer post of the porch, where It had often hung before. The kitchen and diniDg.room faced che Cranford road, as it was usually sailed, because it was near the point where several roads from Rahway, from the "Mills," and from Roselle, turned into the one leading to the village of Cranford. The construction of the house was very odd, but as the neighbors said ''When Jane and John Blake set out to build a house, you might bo sure it wouldn't be like any other." And it had not altered their opinion when Mr. Blake explained that as they were to spend most of their lives in it, he didn't see why they should build the best part for somebody else. "When he built the barn beside the house, its door directly opposite one from the side of the kit chen, the neighbors only laughed good naturedly and said : "That's like them, too." Though Frank was old en ough to stay up and help with the "fixin's," he made no objection to going to bed with Rob, and the two boys snuggled together in the effort to get warm. "Say, mother," said Rob, as she leaned over the bed to give them the good night kiss she never omitted, "do angcl3 ever come down now?" "I'm not sure," she answered. "Some people think they do but others don't.'. As she went down stairs she added to' herself. "I'm one of the people that think they do for awhile." She wa3 thinking of the baby girl who had lain in her arms, and blessed her life, for one short year. When she came into the kitchen her husband sat beside the bright fire, with both hands on his knees, gazing at the light, a troubled look on his face. What s the matter, father?" said his wife, who knew the sighs of mental disturbance. "Well, there is somethin' that both-' ers me, sure enough," he answered. You see, when I was driving back from Elizabeth, this afternoon, I stopped at Derby's and Craners to leave some things, and cet the turkey trimmings you wanted ; an' they both mentioned 't they'd heard that John Granger 'd been on a spree, an' driven his wife an' child out o' the house, an' locked 'em out, too. I suppose the poor critter3 '11 be taken in an' cared for by the neighbors near there 'fore this time; but it makes me feel kinder shivery to think she may be out in this storm. Ugh! the wind goes through one like a mowin' machine through the grass!" Mrs. Black went toward the front window and looked out on the road. "Yes, it is a bitter night," she said, thoughtfully. "I'd like to feel sure the girl was under shelter. Ah, John, it was a bad day for Anna when she mar ried him. Poor orphan! I haven't ever laid it up against her when she got the idea that marrying anybody was better than being 'bound out' to us. Pre'.ty, gentle-spoken child, and I don't see how any one could id-treat her. Mr. Wins low says he's heard her crying out; Don't strike me again, John!' Ah, poor girl, poor girl! And a baby, too, only about six months old. A. girl baby!" "I ain't stopped there of 'en lately," said Mr. Blake; "John has been so of en half drunk, or all drunk, that it ain't been pleasant. Well, I suppose we'd better begin rixin' the tree, hadn't we?" "I suppose so," his wife answered, but she still lingered beside the window. She pressed her fac?5 close to the pane, and peered out. The lamp on the porch sent a t right stream of light out into the road. All about the lantern the flakes were whirling, like flies and gaats oa a summer's night. John had brought in the tree, placing it in a corner of the dining-room, while his wife was upstairs with the boys, and taking the lamp with them, they now proceeded to trim the tree. The orna ments saved from one year to another were brought out and fastened, the rosy cheeked apples and golden oranges were hung on, the popcorn they had spent several evenings in stringing were flung over the branches, looking as if a flurry of snow had frozen there. The candy ornaments, and last the candles, com pleted the pretty effect. "My!" exclamed Mr. Blake. "Who'd think you could heat up on such a night? It makes one as warm as i-hayin'. Most done, ain't we, mother ?" "Almost," said his wife, as she stepped toward the kitchen door. The light from the porch was faintly reflected on both of the windows, while the inside of of the kitchen was without light except from the fire. As Mrs. Blake looked toward the win dow facing her, she repressed a scream as she saw a woman's face outside. With a beating heart at the apparation, she drew nearer the window. As she did so she saw a white hand raised, and a slight tap souaded on the gias. "What is that, mother?" called Mr. Blake from the next room. His wife hurried to his side. "Did you hear it, John," she asked. "Why," he answered slowly. "I heard a tappin,' sorter." She was worried and troubled. "I saw a face, a woman's I think, against the window," she answered. "And she tapped at the glass. It did frighten me a little, but it must be some poor creature, cold and faint, maybe, We must go out and look for her." But John, who hated to leave the warm comfort indocrs, for the cold dis comfort without, suggested that who ever it was, would probably be glad to come in. But though he opened the door and peere i out and around, he saw no one. 'There'r n: one there, Jane," he said. Then he added, curiously, "Did you say you hung the lantern on the porch? Well, it ain't there!" "Now, we must go," said Jane, de cidedly. "Some poor soul is out there, and must be brought in. Set the lamp in the kitchen window, so we can tell where to come back to, and we'll get the other lantern from the barn. Wrap up warm, John. Ready All right." It had taken them several minutes for pieparation, and as Jane glanced toward the clock, it was with a slight thrill that she saw it was a few minutes before twelve. Like the lovers they had been fifteen years before, they stood upon the front porch, hand in hand, and peered ahead of them. Down the road, a few lights from the village glowed faint as a glowworm's torch, but in the opposite direction none could be seen. Slight marks, partially covered, showed here and there, but the white spice seemed endless, looking like white capped waves. The lamp in the window threw its beams far out on the i road, and the snow, now falling softly, formed a golden haze in the light. The lantern was not where Mrs. Blake had placed it, certainly, and they passed to the side of the house. There, hang ing on the latch of the barn door, was the lantern. Slowly, for the snow had drifted here, , they pressed toward the glmmering light, keeping their eyes fixed on it as if it were a beacon. The snow around and about it. the soft flakes falling over it, gave it a weird, uncanny look, like a halo spreading indefinitely until loss in the whiteness around. John shivered and wished he had stayed in, but Mrs. Blake drew him for ward. Some one had been here. Some one had moved the lantern. In her mind were the words, "And they fol lowed the star." i f They reached the barn, 'unhooked the ; lantern, and John then discovered that the door was not locked. "That little scamp!" he muttered. "But as we are here we may's well see if the critter3 are all right." And they went in. Old Molly had been led from her stall, and was standing on the other side. This so startled John that he raised his lantern, swinging it from side to side. - "There' there! John," said Mrs. Blake, catching at his arm. "In Molly's manger. What is that?" ; They drew nearer, till the light flashed down on the fragrant Hay heaped in the manger, on which a woman was crouching; while pressed closely to her breast was a little baby, fast asleep. The mother's dark eyes gleam ad at them questioningly; fear and joy at once showing in her face. "The baby, John. A little baby in the manger," said Jane, in a trembling voice. "Oh, you poor girl ! Oh, Anna, Anna, why did you not come to me at first?" But the young mother, the cruelly treated wife, had fainted. John carried the slight form in his strong arms "into the light out of the night,' while Jane held the baby the baby girl pressed closely to her heart. A short journey, but to the young mother the change seemed like that from death to heaven. To Jane Blake it seemed like a realization of the ever new Christmas story. They, too, had followed the light where it led; they, too, had seen the babe lying in a manger. When Anna had told how she had tried to reach the house before dark ; how, when she did reach it, her heart uau niiicu ut, , t o 1 j Blake had pleaded with her not to marry John Granger, she had feared she might not befriend her how she had entered the barn and laid the baby in the warm hay how she had passed from one window to another, had almost en tered several times when all this was told the rest remained unsaid, because so well understood by all. Anna, whom ihey had all loved for many years, had come back to her home. That was all. When in the early morning Mrs. Blake and Anna arose and began the daily work, Jane suggested that the boys' room, which was heated by a pipe from the kitchen, vould be a better place for the baby. So the cradle in which Jane and Jane's mother had been rocked, with its solid sides and hoodlike top of mahogany, was moved into the other room. Jane smiled to herself as she heard the boys' bare feet on the floor overhead. She imagined their start of surprise at sight of the cradle. But she did not carry her imaginings far enough. A shrill whisper of "Mother!" "Mother!" came from the stairs. Both mothers hurried into the hall. Rob, quivering with excitement, stood on the middle stair, while Fraak, half wise, half mystified, but wholly curious, was j at the top both nightowned, barefooted. 1892. 'Oh, mother!" said Rob, "Angels do come nowadays ! One has been in our room and left a Christmas baby there . Come and see !" New York Observer. Christmas Festivities. Modern ingenuity ha wrought ov ;many inventions, not only in the orainar jaffairs of life, but in the manner of ecu ;ducting holiday festivities. The old fashioned Christmas festival has been rc constructed, and no doubt man person: believe it to be greatly improved upon. But it is a question whether there ever car be anything better than the Christum tree and dear old Santa Clau with hi; white coat, big fur hat and a bundle ol toys on his back. How dear to every childish heart is the story that begins "Twas the night before Christmas, When all through the houi Not a creature was stirring, 2sot even a mouse." And the stockings hanging in a row bx the chimney, what a flutter of excite ment is created in the little hearts when bed-time comes. However can they go to sleep with the house full of such de lightful possibilities, but try a3 hard as they may to Keep awake, the little iids will droop and cover the wondering eyes. The early bird is the happy bird the next morning, and whether the earliest wide-awake tiios down-stairs alone to take a peep, or wakens the whole flock, when all go scampering down to gether, it matters little. The excite ! ment is simply intense. Aud, it must be confessed, that the interest in the contents of those wonderful stockings is not confined alone to the youngsters. Gray heads and wrinkled faces do not insure exemption from the interest in such precious parcels. More thau one smile has appeared on the face of tho grandfather or grandmother when some unusually pleasant and much-deiirel gift has found its way through the channels of Christmas to their hands and more than once the hea 1 of age has been bowed and tears have fallen in silence, because the expected memento has been forgotten or neglected, or has degenerated into a duty gift, which is of all giving the most unsatisfactory. Perhaps one of the mort interesting features of Christmas entertainments is a magic-lantern, either of Scriptural subjects : something pertaining to the occasion, or pure aud unadulterated fun. Fossibly this idea is the more attractive, and the educational and serious might come in another shape. It may be ques tioned whether it is well to allow any thing of an absolutely serious nature io enter into Christmas rejoicings. It has been said by persons of experience that the Christmas m jmory that was the dear est, and remained in tho mind with the most clearness and pleasure, was that which was associated with uu mix 2-1 fun and hilarity; and, indeed, there should be nothing else mingled with the Christ mas joys. There are enough sadness and somberness in the world at other time?. Lei us keep for Christmas good ch.jer, kindness of heart, gentle thoughts and innocent, even though boisterous and rolicsome fnn. Ledger. The Christmas Spoon. One of the plcasantcst and psrhap3 one of the most desirable of old time customs is that of presenting to the mother or ladies of the household at Christmas a silver spoon. The custom was introduced in the seventeenth century, and wa? much in fashion in England and on the Continent, particu larly among the nobility and upper classes, and it came to be of considerable significance and importance, inasmuch as the donors vied with each other in securing lor their wives or other friends such specimens of silver as were not only of intrinsic value, but of rare and un usual pattern and of exquisite finish. And so each spoon naturally came to be in a certain ense historic ; at least it would be a souvenir of the particular Christmas festival when it was presented. The matron of middle life would have suggested much of her family history t and experience by simply looking over her Christmas spoons. Beside, there gifts came to be valuable heirlooms, prized and handed down the family line as witnesses of high social pasilioa, if not of wealth and antique lineage. The demand for Christmas spoons from high quarters very naturally suhju lated dealers and silversmiths to exorcise their genius and skill in designing and executing unusual forms and patterns, many of which were very fanciful and suggestive. These spoons of course bore the name of the recipients as wed as the date of bestowal and any other legend which the occasion or the fancy of the giver might suggest. Chmlinas Eve. ia Father "Why Tom, what are u t dcing on the "roof, this time of niguti'" Tom "Well, I've got my dxaots about that Santa Claus story, and I ca:na here to watch the chimneys, and Liud out if there is such a person." 25 daw Subscription, $1.00 per Year, Chrhtma in Scaulinaria. Ia the cold northern lands of Norway and Sweden, caaie days, birth days and Christmas, are the principal festival of the year which are celebrated by rich and poor. The last, especially, is a time of great rejoicing, and all keep holiday from Christinas Ere until Twelfth Day, the 0i.li of January. At this season every cottage, as well as every mansion, i? cleaned from too to b.utoai, white cur tains are hung at the windows, and the tables covered v, ith snowy cloths. Peas ants and noLnes cion thc.f best Sunday clothing, aud the gitts, v;h:i;h few are too poor to prepare tor each other, are sometimes thrown into the rooms, so that the donors may be gues-e 1 at, but not positively known. In country churches, service is held at four o'clock on Christmas morning, wheu, for the only time in the year, the sanctuary is illuminated with can lies; but there are no evergreen decoiai ious as with 113. In the wintry dawn then sledges packed with good people may be seen gliding: over the frozen lakes, and beneath the pine and birch trees, glittering with time in tie starlight; and peasants trudge many miles through the saow to attend this early celebratiou of the Fast of Lights. In the farming districts, too. Wc lLkJ J.V.'. Tf - J,; "CI , 3 m L. IT FEEDING THE lUI'.D tuey have a very charming cutoiu, for, on Christmas morning, the farmer's wife distributes loaves of bread among al! the very poor in her neighborhood, wh?Je her husband fastens a sheaf of wheat or corn on a tall pole, as a Christmas banquet for the birds, an attention winch the lit- , tic fcathcrtd pensioners of th? air fvrlly appre:i:itf S , the haopy, holy season t is made a time of "good will to all," in cold, frost bound Scandinavia, as well as in less, ! rigid lands. Hot-Water Wiuier Fountains. Hut-water fountains continue to be placed in the different wards of Paris, aud not only prove a perfect blessing tc the people near them, but also plainly demonstrate that more of them arc want ed. In view of tn approaaing cold season, the cabmen have au excellent chance of heating their vehicles for the comfort of their fares, while hundreds of workingmeu's families have hot water made handy for them at an hour of the day or night at a sou for a bucketful. The fountain in tho Faubourg Mont mat rc, near the Pa -sage Verdeau, which was opened ca Mom; ay forenoon, had 125 sous in the till by nignttall, show that 125 personz Vad been served dur ing the day. Mitmy Mak rs Alwajs --Hot There.' Tne person whohas a Licuius for money' making always gets there soiue way or other, as witness the following: Private soldiers in the United States Army don't get big pay, and few of them, therefore, can put away much money. A soldier stationed at Salt Lako City, Utah, how ever, managed to save a small sum, with which he bought a nice piece of laod, on whifh he erected a number of cheap frame houses, lie rented these houses to his c Hurades, and now he is worth JjjUUU. New York Advertiser. To StirHim Up. Conner "I think we ought to give Gudolfellow something as a Christmas gilt to stir him up; he's been with us for forty years, and he is now seventy." Bhtzen "Yes; give him an alarm clock." Enormous damige has been done in Spain, this jcar, t-j ad kind of crops, sheep and pouuiy, by hailstorms and river overflows. There are several olive orchards in California with over 15,000 trees. Absolutely Pure. A cieam of tartar baking ponder. Highest cf all in leivening strength. l'e-f U. -y. Gotfmrisrit Food Report. H'tw. L.m$G pcwT'IR Co., ICe Wfcll Ft ,K. My) ffP : f I t.
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