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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 23, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 17

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ilEAt2D IT CALLED X-MAS,
JfeUT. NV DEAR FELLOW,
OTHER XX-MAS.
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HE WAS SLIGHTED
Sandy McTavish was sitting weep
ing at his fireside.
- "Eh, Sandy, mon," said a neighbor,
peeping in at the open window, at
tracted by the sounds of woe, "what's
kilin' ye?"
s "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" sobbed San
dy. "Donald McPherson's wife is
Taeid."
"Awheel," said the neighbor, "what
o' that? She's no relation o' yours,
r-Hs she?"
"I know she isn't." wailed Sand v.
hf&'but it jist seems as if everybody's
wgettin' a change but me."
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A JOLT
::-fne shown over a buildinsr pstatfi In
jjfc ; : he country.
;E7 t, "Come this way, gentlemen," the
gent said. "On the rising" ground
3pu can see how the land lies."
"Or the land agent, quietly re-
I ) marked one of the party.
SHE WAS SAFE
She was young and fairfand a t" -glistened
in her eye as she laid h""
curly head upon his shoulder, and ex
claimed: "Oh, George, I think if I found that
you did not love me, I should die."
"My darling," he answered, pass
ing his hand gently round her dim
pled chin, "I will always love you. Do
you think I would marry you if I did
not feel sure of it? In a few days at
the altar I shall vow to love you all
my life, and I will keep my vow."
A lovely kind of beatific happiness
played for a moment like sunshine on
her lips, and then she whispered:
"Oh, George, I like to hear you talk
like that. You have been so good
to me. You have given me a diamond
locket, and a gold watch and chain,
and rings that an angel might wear
outside her gloves and not be asham
ed; and if I thought that one day
you'd be sorry you'd given me all
these nice things and want the-1
back again, I should break my hean
He held her gently against 1
manly breast, and answered with
quavering voice:
"Oh, my darling, there is nothing
on earth thatj could happen that
would make me repent giving you a
few tokens of my love, or make me
want them back again." -
She sprang from his arms like a
joyous deer, she shook back her sun
ny curls, and, with a whole poem in
her hazel eyes, exclaimed:
"Oh.'-George, you have taken a lcrl
from my heart! I've conie to say I
can't marry you after all, because
I've seen somebody I like betjer, and
I thought you'd want your presents
back again."
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"And the name is to be ?" asked
the suave minister, as he approached
the font with the precious armful of
fat and flounces. "Augustus Phili i
Ferdinand Codrinton Chesterfield
Livingstone Snooks." "Dear, dear!"
Turning to the sexton: "A little more
water, Mr, Perkins, please."
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