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eneath the blue Judean sky
Three crowned kings swift
Each with his gaze fast fixed
A. star that brightly glowed.
They wandered o'er the chilly plain,
Their feet were weary sore;
They sought a King long, long foretold.
And costly gifts they bore.
Soft raiment, jewels rich and rare,
And ointments subtle sweet
They carried In their hands to lay
Low at His royal feet.
They heard with awe such music pour
As ne'er reached mortal ear
The angels chanting strong and deep
Sphere calling upon sphere.
Lower and lower swung the star
Within the azure air.
Three crowned kings trembled at the sight,
And followed swiftly where
It hung above a stableshed,
, "With rays effulgent, mild,
"Where, housed with lowing herds, they
The mother and the Child.
Three crowned kings fell upon their knees
"With meekly reverent grace;
They know Him by the ring-lit brow,
The glory on His face.
Lol wo have found Him whom we sought;
.. We know Him by the sign.
But how unmeet this lowly place!
How rude and coarse a shrine!
They spread their costly treasures there
About sweet Mary's knee.
And there the Christ mass first was said
For Him the one In three.
And e'en as on that Christmas eve.
Long centuries ago,
We seek Him whom the three kings sought,
We have not far to go.
For where the poor and needy are,
The weary ones and weak.
We find Him whom the seers foretold.
The King whom nations seek.
And who so doth His Christmas feast
With the cold and hungry share.
Lol he will find the Christmas King
Partaking with them there.
TO SPEND CHRISTMAS.
NVITED me to
with 'em. eh?"
said old Mr.
-i Knott, pausing in
his task of solder
ing a new tin bot
tom into a super
boiler. "Well, it's
the first one of
our relations as
has ever took so
much trouble as
(that for us, eh,
J old woman?"
?ffi"Z Mrs. Knott,
who might have formed no bad model
for the Witch of Endor, as she bent
over the fire of sticks, in her old red
hood, from which escaped gray elf
locks innumerable, uttered a signifi
cant snort which might have been
construed into almost any meaning.
"What d'ye s'pose they expect to
get out of us now?" demanded the old
"He's your own sister's son, Heze
kiah," said the woman.
"Sisters' sons ain't different from
other folks, as I knows on," said Hez
ekiah Knott succinctly. And this
'ere's a selfish world."
"Ain't many people selflsher than
you and I be," observed Priscilla, his
"But it beats me what they should
waste- a two-cent postage stamp on
askin' you and me to come and eat a
Christmas dinner with 'em for!" said
the old man. "Me, as is in the rag
business, and you as is only my
"It's just possible they wanted to
see ns," suggested Mrs. Knott, who
by this time had blown the fire into a
full, uncompromising blaze, and now
leaned back against the door-way,
satisfied with th&resultof her efforts.
"Tell that to the marines," was
the comment of her incredulous hus
band. There was no denying that the dif
ferent branches of the Knott family
had been sorely scandalized when
Hezekiah boldly bought a horse and
cart and went into the rag-and-bottle
business, instead of preaching the
gospel, like his elder brother, or ac
cepting a clerkship in a village store,
like the younger one.
"I hadn't brains like Bill, nor capi
tal like John," said this black sheep
of theKnotts. "And I allays liked
bein' in the open air. And, arter all,
there ain't so much difference be
twixt sellin' wares out of a waggin',
and handin' 'em across the counter,
The Baptist minister looked stead-
SO 8PKXD CHRISTMAS WITH
lastly the other way when the sound
ilng of divers and sundry 'bells au
sounoed the coming of the tin-peddler's
wagon; the'budding merchant
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WP ormzo xs
w'dMlred his wife to have notning
1 whatever to do with Hezekiah's help-
ifx y-Mate, in a social point of view; but
Ltlw && New-Englander only
rih" mi 1 1 in awLsnruggea ua Buuuiutra.
'frTmsgttilii' flay lmn', anyway-
said he. "The belt on 'em can't do
more than that."
Mrs. Knott, who was a silent, phi
losophical sort of a woman, toiled
away in her kitchen, scouring up the
rusty pots and kettles which Heze
kiah brought home, cleaned the shab
by suits that were given in exchange
for fresh tinware and crockery, and
presided over the sort of second-hand
store, which, after awhile, Hezekiah
set up by way of disposing of his sur
plus wares. And in time people got
into the way of going to "Knott's
place" for cheap goods, second-hand
articles, and all manner of odds and
ends. Prices were always reasonable
there the articles were varied and
unique and there is no one who
likes better to save money than your
average country farmer.
The Baptist minister had sur
rounded himself with the "I-am-holier-than-thou"
storekeeper had undoubtedly the ad
vantage of gentility, but it is ques
tionable whether, after all, old Heze
kiah was not the happier of the
three. Day after day he was on the
road. He knew the orchard where
the reddest apples grew, the copses
where bubbled out the clearest
springs, the shadowy thickets where
the brown-coated chestnuts rattled
down at the touch of the earliest
In his quaint way he studied Na
ture, and rejoiced in her mysteries,
and cared little that he was outlawed
by his kith and kin. And those were
not altogether wrong who declared
that he shouted "Ba-a-gs old ra-a-gs
bottles and tin-a-a-ware!" all the
louder when he came past the stiff
lilac bushes' of the parsonage garden,
and trudged beneath the shadow of
the country store where his brother
practiced the great principles of "ex
change and barter."
But Jonathan, the only son of the
old man's only sister, had always sur
reptitiously delighted in the myste
rious contents of the basement where
these second-hand goods were packed
away. Jienaa neipea nis uncie mnKer
up the old clocks, mend the battered
tea-kettles and saucepans, and sort
out from the rag-heap all that prom
ised to be capable of some rejuvena
tion. When he married the district
school teacher, however, Hezekiah
shook his head doubtfully.
"We've seen the last of Jonathan
now, " says he. "Mary Mix'll be a deal
too genteel to let him associate 'long
of us anymore."
But here on the top of all this came
the invitation to the first Christmas
dinner in the young couple's new
It had not, however, been sent
without some discussion.
"What!" Mary had exclaimed. "In
vite the old rag-and-bottle man?"
"He's the j oiliest old chap you ever
knew, Mate," pleaded the bridegroom.
"And Aunt Yiney's a regular brick.
I wish you could see the big ginger
cookies she used to bake for me."
"But if they come, Uncle William
and Uncle John will keep away,"
"Let 'em," was the curt reply.
"Uncle Kiah's the best of the lot, ac
cordin' to my way of thinkin'."
So Mary acquiesced in her hus
band's wishes, and the invitation was
duly written and dispatched.
"It's rayther a joke, you an' me
bein' invited out, old woman," said
Hezekiah. "We'll go, sha'n't us?
Hev' we anything fit to wear?"
"I guess we can make out," said
"And I'll tell ye what," said Heze
kiah, "we won't be beat in manners,
not by nobody. We'll send a Christ
mas present to the bride. There's
that old cast-iron wood-stove that I
bought at Hound's Hollow, with the
bunches of grapes on the door. She
shall have that."
"La, Hezekiaht" said Mrs. Knott,
"what do you suppose she cares for aa
old second-hand rattle-trap like that?
It's mor'n likely she's got all the
stoves that she wants."
"A stove's a stove, anyhow," said
Hezekiah. "And I mean to send it
to her, so you may just stop your
clack, old woman. "
Mrs. Knott only smiled. She was
used to the pertinacity of her
spouse, and she gave way with a good
"Oh, what a pretty little stove!"
said Mrs. Jonathan, when it was car
ried into the neat best parlor on
Christmas morning. "And how
brightly it is blacked!"
"Just like Uncle Kiah!" said Jona
than, who was polishing red apples,
sorting out the fattest and largest
nuts, and sharpening the carving
knife for the coming feast. "Might
ha' known he'd send something dif
ferent from anybody else. But, since
it's here, I guess I'll put it up at
once. It's prettier to look at than
that air-tight thing; and we can
start a fire right off."
"But he sent word," interrupted
Mary, "that we weren't to light the
fire till he came. He wanted to show
us the valves and dampers and
"Does he think nobody knows how
to start a fire but him?" said Jona
than, laughing. "No, no; on a cold
morning like this we can't afford to
And so, when Uncle Hezekiah and
Aunt Malvina arrived in a cumbrous
little buggy drawn by the business
pony, the parlor glowed with tropical
heat, and the little stove presented
its most hospitable aspect.
"Wish ye merry Christmas, Jona
than and you, too, Jonathan's wife,"
was Uncle Hezekiah's greeting, as he
trudged up the steps.
And many happy returns, " court
esied Aunt Malvina, who carried an
old china sugar bowl in one hand and
its corresponding cream pitcher in a
basket in the other. "Will you please
to accept some pretty old china as
we're took in trade?"
Mary came forward with a beaming
smile and both hands held oat.
"We are so glad to welcome yon
here," said she. "A merry, merry
Christmas, aunt and uncle."
Hal-loo!" said Knott, looking
around him. "So you started the Are,
"Yes, Uncle Kiah," said Jonathan,
"I started it Do you suppose I
gTJl roftnL follufaSB-JVii
"YOU'YK BOBNED UP YOtTB CHRISTMAS
wanted to give my relatives a cold
Uncle Kiah clicked his tongue
against the roof of his mouth.
"Dunno nothin' about that," said
he. "All I know is that you've burned
up your Christmas present, disobey
ing orders this sort o'way."
"Eh?" said Jonathan.
"Uncle, what do you mean?" cried
Uncle Kiah stamped around the
room and tore his hair in an ecstasy
"The fools ain't all dead yet!" said
he; "that's plain enough. I'd laid
out to give you and your wife here a
hundred-dollar bond for a Christmas
gift and I packed it into the old
stove-pipe, with a' lot of waste-paper,
to make sure there shouldn't be no
mistake about your gettin' on it, and
so it's gone up chimbly, with the rest
of the sparks and smoKe!"
Jonathan grew lividly pale. Mary
uttered a little shriek of dismay.
For a moment the Christmas glow
seemed to have faded out of all their
For a moment only, however. Aunt
Viney came promptly to the rescue.
"You're right there, Hezekiah
Knott," said she. "The fools ain't
all dead, so long's you're left alive;
for nobody but a fool would ha'
thought of tuckin' hundred-dollar
bonds up into the elber of an old
stove-pipe. And it's lucky for you
and these young folks here that I
happened to want a little waste pa
per to wrap round this 'ere old china
in my basket, and took the stuffin'
outen the stove-pipe ain't it now?"
She extended the basket to Mary
Knott. Old Hezekiah pounced upon
it like a starved cat on a mouse, and
dragged the paper wrapping forth.
"Here it is now the very hundred
dollar bond!" he shrieked, waving it
triumphantly above his head. "A
merry Christmas! Hooray, Jonathan!
a merry Christmas! Old woman,"
to his wife, "you're the sensibiest of
. And so they all sat down to the
first Christmas dinner that Mary
Knott had ever cooked with bright
faces and joyful hearts.
"Uncle," said Jonathan, "how shall
Mary and I ever thank you for your
"Don't say nothin' more about it,"
said Uncle Kiah. "You're the only
"HERE IT IS NOW THE VERV
DOLLAR BOND J"
one of our relations as ever invited us
to spend Cnristmas and I guess we
can afford to make you a present; eh,
And Aunt Viney smiled a broad as
sent. Young Ladies' Bazar.
A tjxiqtte feature of the late cam
paign was recorded in Idaho, where
one citizen wagered his wife against
three mules. The lady was some
what aggrieved. She averred that to
put her up against three mules was a
reflection that her womanhood would
not permit her to overlook; that by a
fair valuation she was worth any
four mules that ever kicked in Idaho,
a position wherein public sentiment
sustained her, and the bet was de
Walter Besant has laid aside his
novels for a time and is working on a
one-act comedy. The average novel
ist never feels so like the farmer who
was trying to plow with dogs as when
he endeavors to put his character
creations upon the stage and make
them talk and move so as to suit a
Is TBXSXBot such a thing as bein
toe fhriaat era to fall ia lova?
THE. NEW YEAR.
LUSTY babe with
The winds thy lul
laby; With outstretched
hands eager to
A bright or frowning
We welcome, thee,
glad baby year,
A throne Is thine to
We give thee lore and
""""'On thee a crown we
; budding hones thy hands do hold.
What bloom is thine to shed;
How pure and white thy lilies fold,
How deep thy roses red.
Again shall lips the story tell,
Beneath thy bending skies;
The story that they know so well,
Of love's sweet sacrifice.
Again shall hearts with anguish throb,
Sweet prayers ascend to God;
Again the rich the poor shall rob,
With blood be red the sod.
Oh. bring us more of love than hate,
Ana more of sun than shade;
Lead us to God's fair garden gate,
The beauty He bath made.
ONE CHRISTMAS GIFT.
struck the cabin
door a genuine
Dan, wnite as
m ilk, crisp as pearl
flakes, and it jan
gled the fasten
ings of the great
with a . musical,
Villi? 'that suggested
v " melody.
"Hello, there! Wake up, John
Bidgely! Ten in the morning, day
before Christmas, and you promised
to be ready on time," rang out a
cheery, challenging voice, and the
door opened at the call.
"I've been waiting for over an
hour " began this same John
Bidgely, appearing at the threshold,
but a second sudden sphere cut short
the sentence. He made a dash for
his two mischievous visitors, athletic
young fellows, just approaching man
hood, and then, flushed, laughing
and skaking the spattered snowflakes
from head and shoulders, the jolly
trio entered the cabin.
"I say, what a rare old den of bach
elor comfort you've got here, John!"
spoke one of the visitors. "Talk
about the fancy rugs and carpets up
at the house and then look at that
warm, sleek deer's skin, and those
great mats made from a bear robe!
As to the larder I say, Hal! what
would mother or Nellie say to get
their pick for a holiday feast from
such a royal layout of game?"
John Kidgely's eyes glowed with
pride at this praise of his domestic
equipment; then, flushing quickly,
he bent over his cartridge belt to
hide the shadow of pain upon his
Nellie! The name was enshrined in
his innermost soul. It brought back
the past with all its brightness it
haunted the bleak, unpromising
present. His visitors were her
brothers old-time comrades, home
for the holiday vacation from, col
lege, and bent on a hunting expedi
tion. He was glad when he saw
them engrossed in admiring this and
that trophy of his sportsman skill.
It afforded him time to conceal his
Life had not dealt fairly with John
Bidgely love, as well, had been a
cruel taskmaster be realized it
every time his mind went back over
the past two years.
Somewhat longer ago than that he
had to come to visit his uncle at
Hillsdale, ere starting out to fight
the battle of life. Old Abner Bidgely
was his one living relative in the
world, a sickly, miserly old man tot
tering on the verge of the grave, and
just subsisting in the rude apology
for a shelter that had since been his
The very day of John's arrival, his
uncle had suffered his second stroke
of paralysis, and John became his
nurse. Duty and anxiety had en
slaved him to the old man's whims.
He could not leave him to die alone,
and the months rolled by and found
him a fixture in the rude cabin.
"Don't leave me, John!" more than
once had the old man quavered.
"You shall not be sorry. Some day I
will die, and then you shall be my
Heir to what? John had smiled
satirically as he looked about the
wrecked hut. Impatiently he
thought of. the great pulsing world
outside, waiting to reward just such
high ambitions as those he enter
tained, and then, one day, one royal,
golden June morning, a vision crossed
his dull path in the woods that il
lumined the green arcades with
glory, and held him chained anew to
Hillsdale by bonds he could not
Nellie bonny, winsome Nellie
Linden! She flashed across his
destiny like a star of promise and
beauty. Oh! the rare days of sum
mertide, the walks, the boating, Jove
expressed in glance and smile, though
never spoken, and then, a dark void
in life. She, the daughter of .proud,
well-to-do Bobert Linden, merchant,
the sister of his two present visitors,
left home without a parting word to
him, and all the sunlight of life
seemed suddenly dashed out.
Once only since then had he heard
of Nellie. She was visiting a wealthy
spinster aunt in the city, who seemed
to hare but two objects in life to
sake Nellie her heiress, and marry
bet to the son of a favorite friend.
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That settled it as far as John
Bidgely was concerned. She was
probably engaged to her new lover by
this time she had undoubtedly for
gotten all about him long since. Then
old Abner Bidgely died, and just that
that day John had concluded arrange
ments for selling the cabin and its
land, intending to leave permanently
the scene of an experience that had
aged his heart and deadened all the
active impulses of his ambition.
"Beady, boys!" he announced, with
a painful effort to appear cheerful,
shouldering his gun, whistling to his
dog, and leading the way from the
Hal and Vincent chatted volubly
as they followed him along the snowy
paths leading into the woods.
"Oh, John!" -exclaimed the former
abruptly, "I've a message for you."
"A message?" faltered John,
"Yes, from mother. She says you
must come up to the house this after
noon. They're going to 'have a
Christmas tree for the little ones this
evening, and you're to select the
nicest one you can find and take it
up to her early, and stay with us
"I'm afraid I can't can't spare the
time," stammered John, with a glance
at his rough attire.
"Oh! you'll appear in disguise,
John," laughed Vincent.
"Yes, mother says you'd make a
famous Santa Claus, and in that rare
old bearskin coat of yours, and your
coon cap back at the cabin, you would
deceive old Kriss Kringle himself.
You've got to come, John. Pity that
Nellie won't be there, but we got a
letter saying that aunt was sick, and
she might have to stay with her dur
ing the holidays."
John gave a reluctant assent to the
arrangements suggested. At noon
he left his companions, who, hot for
sport, after seeing, him bring down a
turkey, insisted on continuing the
hunt alone. He threaded the lonely
paths leading back to the cabin.
Motherly Mrs. Linden received
him with a glowing smile of wel
come, as later he appeared at the
big house on the hill and tendered
the turkey as a Christmas gift, and
vainly tried to creep out of appearing
at the evening's festivities.
John Bidgely tried to look brave
and happy and cheerful as he re
turned to the Linden home that
evening. He had provided the pret
tiest evergreen the forest afforded.
He could see it now gleaming with
lighted candles through the bright
panes, he could hear the merry voices
of little ones at play.
"I'll go through with it for their
sakes," he murmured; "I'll try not to
think of Nellie. I'll leave the letter
I have written her, the story of all
my hopeless love for her, the expres
sion of my wishes for her happiness
with a luckier wooer, then to-morrow,
a new life iar away, the past
covered over, if not forgotten."
It was almost forgotten amid the
festivities of the ensuing hour. What
heart, unless, indeed, formed of flint
or ice, could resist the warm, ex
hilarating influence of such a cheery
Christmas eve? And he was its
center of attraction! The great
bearskin coat made him stand out
like a holiday picture; and the little
ones stared in awe as John handed
them their gifts from the dazzling
His heart sank again, heavy as
lead, however, as he found himself
alone. Upon the tree, in pursuance
of a family custom, hung yet the
gifts designed for its older members.
Here was a neat little package sug
gestive of a tiny timepiece, marked
"Hal, from Mother;" a second similar
parcel directed to Vincent, and John
Bidgely's eyes grew tender and moist,
as he discerned a pretty silk-embroidered
handbag, bearing a strip of pa
per marked "Nellie, from Little Cora,
her Sister." A quick impulse actu
ated him. Stealthily he drew forth
the letter he had written to Nellie j
that day. He slipped it into the
hand bag. It was safe for delivery
when the girl he loved came home.
Then in a mournful reverie he sat,
waiting till the juvenile feast was
over in the next apartment, when he
was to resume his role and lead the
sports for the evening.
There was a great shout from the
youngsters and the jangling of merry
sleigh-bells outside. John noticed it
only as a part of the general babel.
Suddenly the door flew open. Ex
cited little Cora Linden dashed into
"Where is it?" she breathed, with
sparkling eyes. "Where's Nellie's
present I worked for her? Oh, here
She grasped the hand-bag from the
tree, making the candles blink and
shiver in nervous dread of a general
tip-over, and danced out of the room
again like a very sprite.
John read the tickle impulse of a
novice at gift-making in the action.
Cora was bent on showing her handi
work on the pretty silken bag to
some new visitor, probably. His let
ter was not likely to be unearthed.
He started violently as a hand
touched his shoulder ten minutes
later. Little Cora was standing by
She had entered the room noise
lessly, and her face showed grave
concern and excitement commingled
"Have you got your present yet
John Bidgely?" she demanded, with
"My present?" smiled John, view
ing the little lady, amusedly. "Oh,
yes! My present is your happy
"No!" and the persistent challenger
shook her golden bead sagely. "Your
reaL true Christmas present? .Be
cause I've got one for you."
"Bless you! Have you now?" echoed
Yes. Hold out your hand!" ,
John obeyed his capricious
"Now, shut your eyes!?
mnit rpkto ia rot.fi nir verr
"You mind me, John Bidgely, shut gg--1
TfnT ain't "asserted John itancbr &fc f
ly, screwing up his cheeks till they, M-M
were iey;uii wvna iu
"Honest? You won't look one lit
"I promise you."
"All right. Now, then, keep your
eyes tight shut and keep your hand
wide open, and don't stir, norbreatbe,
nor move, until I say, now!" t
"Till you say now," recited the ac
commodating John, "I'll be patient
as an owl and blind as a bat."
He was faithful to his pledge. He
could hear the little creature speed
across the room and there was a
fluttering whispering at the door, the
suspicious swish of a silken robe.
"Hold tightj" spoke Cora's voice
once more. -"John Bidgely, these are
the Christmas presents she told me to
bring you. Now!"
Into his hand crept a contact soft
as silk; He thrilled at a warm,
tremulous touch. He opened his
eyes. Little Cora was iust disappear
ing through the door of the next
room, but his hand still clasped the
"present" she had placed there. He
Oh! was he dreaming? Was this
but a part of the reverie of the hour?
A woman's hand lay within his own,
a woman's face, coy, shrinking yet
tender, looked down at him his
"Christmas gift," Nellie!
Yes, it was she. Bead the mystery
as he might, he could surely trace in
that blushing face the truest, deep
His soul seemed rocking between
extremes of hope and dread.
She never faltered in her true,
womanly glance. She never took her
hand away, only with her free one
she held into view his letter!
"Little Cora brought it to me in
the hand-bag, and I read it, John,"
whispered Nellie, softly. "I came
home at the last moment unexpect
edly. I have quarreled with my
aunt. She wanted me to marry her
favorite, when my heart oh, John!
John! how could you doubt -me?
How could I love another when my
heart was here here!"
Here, close to his own here, in all
fealty and tenderness, under the
shelter of his great, cherishing caress.
He folded her to his heart with
one sob of joy and gratitude sapreme,
the happiest soul in all wide Christen
dom. "John! John Bidgely! Oh! come
From the happy paradise of love
those two were summoned abruptly
by the excited voice of Hal Linden;
"Oh! but we made a find!" echoed
Vincent Linden, bursting uncere
moniously upon the lovers, and fol
lowed by half the wondering house
hold. "You told us where to And
game when you left us to-day. Be
member?" "Yes," nodded the mystified John.
"And Hal and I cornered some rare '
shots. Just at dusk, right near the
cabin, we ran a fox to cover. Hal
insisted on digging for him, because
he thought it a shallow knoll, and
not his den. We dug, and found "
"This!" interpolated Hal, quite as
He dragged into view a small pine
box. Ice and frozen dirt clung to it
still. He pushed off the cover.
"Money gold!" gasped John inco
herently. "Lots of it, heaps of it, over two
thonsand dollarsl" shouted Vincent.
"Don't you understand, John? It's
part of your uncle's fortune, the for
tune he left to you, the fortune you
could never find!"
Clink, clink! The golden coins
gave forth a joyful sound as they
were emptied out upon the carpet.
Outside a happier echo took up the
"The Christmas chimes!" mur
mured happy. Nellie Linden, nest
ling closer to the man she loved.
Her eyes met those of John in a
tender glance as she spoke.
And both knew that the silvery
tones were a harbinger of wedding
bells later on that would signalize
the victory of loyal hearts reunited,
made happy while life should last,
upon that glorious, beautiful Christ
mas eve. Path. Ingelow.
About the Mistletoe.
The mistletoe is a shrub which
grows or lives on certain trees, such
as the apple, pear, and hawthorne.
It is found also on limes, poplars, flrs,
and sycamores, and, more rarely on
oaks contrary to the popular belief.
The white berries are full of a thick,
clammy juice, by which the seeds are
fastened to the branches where they
take root. The mistletoe has been
the object of a very special regard for
centuries, and traces of this high es
teem still survive in the well-known
Christian custom. One variety of
this practice has it that each time a
kiss is snatched under the mistletoe
a berry is picked from the bush, and
that when the berries have all been
removed the privilegs ceases. The
Druids thought that the mistletoe
which grew upon the oak possessed
magical virtues, and they valued it
accordingly. One of their priests in
a white robe cut off the precious bush
with a golden knife. Little Folks. -
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to Santa Clans lor a pony was wise aJs&WS?
enough to add: "Poscrit. If he is a llio-
mule. Pies ty his behine legs.
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