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By MAY C
with her sweeti
NSSSK&I young enthusiasm,
told them of the
- of the Christ
Child cradled . in
the manger because
there was no room
I In the inn; of the Christmas carol of
I peace and good will sung by the an
gels to the shepherds watching their
flocks by night.
Clarice's face was rapt; her eyes
adoring. Of all the teachers in the
.Sunday-school, none was so lovely as
her own Miss Maud. She was certain
that the Christmas angels had the
6ame shining yellow hair. Did they
wear those fascinating gold hairpins,
too? One was slipping put from the
soft fluff over Miss Maud's left ear.
if only she dared tell her! But that
morning she had asked the awful
privilege of holding Miss Maud's mu?
-a rich sable with a beautiful bunch
of violets fastened to it-and there
was no courage left for further inti
mate speech. Suddenly the spell was
broken, and Clarice turned with '
angry jerk from the object of her
worship, and fiercely scowled at an
Inoffensive little girl seated beside
"Excuse me," meekly apologized
Agnes, the new scholar. -.
.Clarice drew her light blue silk
skirts away from the dingy brown
cashmere touching them; held herself
very straight; and, with a superb dig
nity, sniffed the violets on the muff.
"And now, my dears," said Miss
Maud, "as you know, Wednesday will
be another birthday of the Christ
Child, and who wants every one here
to give Him a present-just as you
would give a present to your own
little brother on his birthday at
home." She smiled radiantly. "Do
you wonder how you can do that
when the Christ Child has become a
King in Heaven? I'll tell you. He
left In His place all the poor little
girls and boys In this big world, and
told us that in giving to them we give
to Him. Not far,awa\ is a great hos
pital for little children who have
crippled legs and arms, and poor,
crooked backs, sick children who
can't run and play, but have to hobble
about on crutches or lie in bed all
day. Wouldn't you like to make
their Christmas so happy that they'd
forget their pain?"
Her smile gathered up their eager
nods of assent, as a golden thread
gathering pearls. "1 knew you would."
Well, I'm going to tell you a secret."
She leaned confidentially near. "The
day before Christmas we're to have
a dear little service dowu here, and
over therein the platform will be an
empty manger? and, as we sing our
Christmas carols, we are going to.
:h up to the manger and each
jin a gift for some little. Christ
at the hospital. Won't we have
1 ly time deciding What to bring!
ly, it will be almost as exciting as
if every girlie-of you were playing
Again Clarice's smiling face was
clouded by a scowl, and one rude
elbow poked the new scholar's arm.
'Clarice!" exclaimed Miss Maud,
"She's crowding me!" defended a
Miss Maud looked up at the little
brown figure shrinking back into a
corner. The child's eyes were lumin
ous: her face flushed, her lips parted, j
"Agnes was so intently listening to
me that I'm sure she didn't realize
that she was leaning against anyone.
I'm surprised at you, Clarice!" A
cheek hid its shamed crimson In the
soft muff. To have' Miss Maud "sur
prised" at you was ignominy itseif!
Her tears wet the violets. It was all
Agnes' fault. She would never for
And when Sunday-school was over
and Agnes, with a timid smile, asked
If she might walk up the street with
Clarice, that unladylike little girl
slipped ber arm through that of her
chum. Anabel, and, whispering and
giggling, stalked by Agnes without a
The tears came into Agnes' eyes,
for mother would not let her play
with the little girls in the new neigh
borhood into which they had moved,
because/the children there were rough
and boisterous, and used naughty
words, and she was very lonely. But
she was a brave Utile soul, and dash
ing away the tears, she was soon
THE ANGEL AND
And the angel said unto tiieiu, Fear
skipping along in the sunshine, think
ing what a lucky girlie, she was to
have two lively legs, and a straight,
Agnes remembered the time, be
fore dear father's death, when they
lived In a cunning cottage of their
own on a pretty avenue, but now
mother and she had only one room
at the top of a gloomy house on a
forlorn back street. Still, as her feet
clattered up the dark, uncarpeted
stairs, her heart was full of happiness
because she had reached home at
last-for even one room is home
when mother is there.
"Oh, mother," exclaimed Agnes,
"I've so much to tell you!" And
cuddled In mother's lap, an arm about
her neck, a hand palting her cheek,
Agnes sweetly prattled of the Christ
Child Of old, and how His birthday
was to be kept by giving presents to
poor, sick little children left in His
place. "And, mother," she cried,
"I'm going to give a doll just like
my own dear Peggy! Do you think,
mother dear-if I sewed, too, you
know-you could get the dollie
dressed in time?"
The smile faded from, mother's
lips, and the arm about her girlie
trembled. "My dear little Agnes,"
she murmured, with *a catch In her
voice, "mother is so sorry to disap
point you." She paused, then brave
ly went on. "Agnes has grown to be
such a little woman that mother is
going to explain everything to her.
You know, dear, for three* whole
weeks mother had no work to do."
"Yes," chimed in Agnes, gaily,
"and it waa just beautiful! We took
long walks, and, in the evening, in
stead of the stupid sewing, you told
me the lovelist stories.!"
"But. love," explained mother, with
a sad smile, "when there is no work
there is no pay-no money to buy
anything to eat nor coal to keep us
"Yes, dour, because a kind man let
us have all that we needed, and
trusted mother to pay for it when she
got work again. So, you see, Agnes,
the money that mother Is making now
does not really belong to us, but every
cent must go to pay our debts."
A small head solemnly nodded.
"It hurts mother very much not to
give her darling any Christmas toys
nor let her girlie's kind h?art have
its wish about the dollie for the poor
dek little child at the hospital, but
Agnes will try to be a good little girl
about it, won't she?"
The arms about mother's neel:
tightened ' their hold, but Agnes'
mouth twitched, and she had to blink
very hard to keep back the tears. If
she had no present to lay in the
Christmas manger, how would the
Christ Child know that she loved
Him? "Of- course," she r.rgVied to
herself, "1 could 'splaln in my,prayers
that I had nothing to givo."
But had she nothing? Her face
suddenly crimsoned,'and a great
lump choked her little throat. There
was Peggy herself!
Without speaking, she got down
from mother's lap, and darted across
the room to her little bed. There,
? not; for, behold, I bring you good
f great joy.
propped up by u pillow, sat Peggy In
i stiff pink calico dress. The curls
had all been combed out of Peggy's
?traggling hair; the roses had long
ago faded from her cheeks, and in a
sad accident Perry had parted com
pany with the end of her nose.
"You dear!" whispered Agnes.
Her lips formed a determined line.
How could she have thought of giving
Peggy up! What would she do all
day without a dollie to play with?
What would she do at night without
i dollie to sleep on the pillow beside
tier? But how disappointed her sick
little girl at the hospital would be
Christmas morning when all the
rther children had lovely presents,
and sh? found that she had been left
aut? . Agnes stooped over the bed,
gathered Peggy in her arms, and
pressed her to her aching heart.
It was the day before Christmas,
and the children had sung all but
their last carol which they were to
sing as they marched to the manger
and laid down their gifts one by one.
The door softly opened, and a little
brown shadow of a girl with a small
pink object hugged toj her breast
slipped timidly in. For a moment
Agnes stood dazed, as if she had sud
denly entered fairyland, for the bare
walls of the room were festooned
vith heavy ropes of Christmas greens,
the shades at the windows were
drawn, and all the chandeliers bril
liantly lighted, while above the await
ing manger shone a glorious electric
>tar. Then, ashamed of being so late,
she hurriedly tiptoed to her place,
the vacant seat beside Clarice.
Clarice met her with a cold stare,
but the gaze of Agnes' eyes never
reached the unkind little girl's face,
tor it rested in fascinated awe upon
a vision of beauty In Clarice's arms,
lt was a doll such as fairies might
dream of. She had dark, clustering
curls, and magnificent brown eyes.
Her cheeks glowed with color, and
there was the cunningest dimple in
her round chin. She was dressed in
claret velvet trimmed in white silk,
and wore a claret velvet poke bonnet
with white silk strings and an ex
quisite white plume gracefully touch
ing the brown curls on the right side.
And best o? all, she had a necklace
of gold beads, and gold bead brace
lets dangling over her hands.
"Oh," murmured Agnes, "won't
your little hospital girl be pleased?''
"My little hospital girl!" scorn
fully whispered back Clarice. "You
don't suppose I'd give my best doll
away! Here's my present"-she held
out a box of jack-straws-"Lady L.u
"Oyster Soup, Gberkirwo ?tef-D?cK)
fbtatoes, 3ca((ope?, wirb Grated Onion;
Squash, fi Plun^Pucl?ini;, Hard Sauce,'
elie and I simply stopped in." She
airily tossed her head. "We're on
our way to a Christmas Eve party. "
"Form in line, my dears," inter
rupted Miss Maud, briskly. "Yes,
our class comes last, but you must
sing all the time we're marching."
The children's voices caroled joy
ously as the procession pressed for
ward, but one little singer was mute.
She was the last in the lino, a little
brown shadow of a girl with a small
pink obj set hugged to her breast.
Miss Maud stood by the manger, now
heaped with all sorts of playthings,
and nodded and smiled as each wee
member of her class approached.
Puzzled, she watched Agnes pause,
look at the manger with frightened
eyes, and hesitate. Then she saw
the small pink object lifted to thc
child's lips, and heard the sound of
a smacking kiss of farewell before
trembling hands laid a doll with
straggly hair, faded cheeks and a
broken nose among the new toys.
"Why, my dear," cried Miss Maud,
puttinglier arms aoout Agnes, "what
is the matter?"
A great sob shook the tiny figure.
"Tell rae all about it," comforted
And Agnes brokenly confided the
whole story. But as she explained
bow mother's money belonged to
somebody else, and how she had noth
ing to give the Christ Child except
ber only doll, neither of them noticed
i\ little listener who drew nearer and
"No, no," cried Agnes,' "I wouldn't
take her back. I want the little hos
pital girl to have her-she'll 'preci. te
Peggy's crippled nose, won't she?"
Agnes forced a smile through her
tears. "Only," she faltered, "it will
be so-so lonesome without any
Something tugged at Miss Maud's
skirts. She turned, and with a start
of surprise, looked down into Clar
ice's eager face.
"I've lots more at home, you
know," she whispered. And, laying
Lady Lucile In Agnes' astonished
arms, Ciar' e ran after her chum,
Anabel.- The Interior.
Altho a mule
Be sweet and kind,
Just walk in front,
And not behind.
KOT OLD FASHIONED.
"I suppose she fairly gushed over
"Well, yes. She said it was a nlffey
piece of ice."-Washington Herald.
The smoke nuisance is still in our
Another cigarette fiend who In
THE WAY SHE DOES.
"She keeps her house in apple-pie
"Yes, I notice the atmosphere there
is rather crusty."-Baltimore Aneri
. EXPECTED TO TALK.
Nurse (announcing the expected)
?-"Professor, it's a little boy."
- Professor (absent-mindedly) -
"Well, ask him what ,he wants."
"What's the matter, daughter?"
"Ferdy and I have parted forever!"
"Good! In that case, I s'pose he
?von't be around, for at least two
"So you think, the public demands
"Not exactly. Girlsterous fun is
the thing for a musical comedy."
She (at the piano)-"I presume
you are a. true lover of music, are
He-"Yes. I am; but pray don't
stop playing on my account."-*
TRAMP AND SCHOOLMARM.
"There ain't nothin' bad about ne,
missus," said the itinerant at the
"No?" replied the lady with the
eyeglasses. "How about your gram?
Salesman-"Sorry, we're quite out
of game, but I can recommend the
Mr. Van Sharpeshooter-"H'm,yes.
But my wife would not believe I shot
TRIUMPH OF HUMAN NATURE.
"Them seventeen mothers in the
villas? Mothers' Club agreed to de
cide by ballot which had the hand
"Well, who won it?"
"Each kid got one vote."-Judge.
"I see you have here Gibbon's 'De
illne and Fall' and Hallams 'Middle
"Yes," responded Mr. Nur itch, "I
like them fat volumes. It don't take
so many of 'em to fill up a shelf."
"He writes my daughter a long
letter full of poetry every day. Hu
must be a sap-head."
"Peleg, your reasoning is twenty
years behind the age. Poetry is thu
safest kind of filler these days, and
a letter every day indicates much
wealth, with white paper as high a&
lt is."-Kansas City Journal.
"Those cartoons of me that my en
emies are circulating are positively
hideous," remarked the candidate for
"Do you think so?" rejoined his'
wife. "You ought to take a look at
the pictures of you that your friends
are putting on their campaign ban
ners."-Washington Star. .,
ON THE SAME TERMS.
Diner (who has run up a heavy
bill)-"You are manager here, eh?
Well, six months ago I dined here,
and unfortunately, being unable to
pay my bill-er-you kicked me
The Manager-"Very sorry, in
deed, sir, but business you know-er
-I had to-er-' '
Diner-"Oh, that's all right, old
chap-but-might I trouble you
again?"-London Weekly Telegram.
"Bishop Greer, of New York," said
a missionary, "has an apt way of fit
ting a story into an address.
"I once heard him speaking, on the
divorce evil In a very chilly and bad
ly heated hall.
"After a remark or two about this
defect, he said he was reminded of
a little Yonkers girl.
"The child, one unseasonably cold
morning returned from church quite j
" 'And what was the text, dear?'
her mother asked her.
" 'Many are cold, but few are
frozen,' was the reply."-Washing
Salving thc Gladiator.
The Gladiator salvage has been a
somewhat long and tedious operation,
due mainly to the troublesome tides
and unpropitious weather. However,
the ship is "up" at the moment of
writing, and should before long now
be seen in Portsmouth harbor.
No absolute decision about refitting
her seems to have bren arrived at.
She is a type of vessel now quite ob
solete, as cruisers go; but for that
very reason likely to be useful in a
variety of ways. Obsolete saips can
he risked where better oussi cannot
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THE GIRL'S SECRET.
"The girls have a secret," said Joe
Sherman, "and I can't think what
"How do you know?" asked the
.boys, in a chorus.
i "Well, I will tell you. Just now,
|as I passed along the hall, I heard
! peals of laughter coming from
.Alice's room, -^nd I heard voices say
ing, 'Won't the boys be surprised
?They don't even know we have a
?secret. Don't talk so loud or they
?might hear.' "
! As Joe finished speaking the boys
?looked at each orner in great wonder.
. Well, we need not worry our heads
.over it," said fun loving Jack Pres
cott. "Let's go out and build a fort.-'
: While the boys are having a good
time I will tell you about them.
Joseph Sherman and his brothers,
Stuart, Albert and Laurence, and their
; paren ts, were spending the Christmas
^holidays at their grandmothers.
; John, Alice, Edith and Bert Pres
cott, with their parents and their
^cousins, y Mildred, Ellen, Florence,
; Gertrude, James, Walter and Edward,
?with-their parents completeil the par
It was Christmas night. The day's
:fun was over and the boys were sit
ting before the library fire talking
;of the day's events, when the door
I opened an d Mrs. Prescott put her
'head in the door and said: "The
.girls have a little surprise waiting
!for you in the parlor."
Mrs. Prescott led the way into the
large parlor. All the furniture ?had
:been removed, and in one end of the
room was a raised curtain platform
?covered by three rows of chairs.
When all were seated Mrs. Prescott
i 'tapped a small bell and the curtain (
! rose. The plc y had begun and it prov
i ed to be a fine one. The toys long
I .remembered the treat and greatly en
This was the girls surprise.-'New
If man is destined to achieve the
mastery of the air, it will be a
revolution indeed. Who knows
inquires tho 'Christian Register,
whether th? next generation may not
see the day of transatlantic air
lines, polar excursions, and pleasure
tours over the world's great moun
talr ranges? Already we have the
news of a German company organized
to run a regular line of passenger
airships ibetween the continental
capital L-ltiPs from St. Petersburg to |
Paria, and Vienna to London. It
wouM be a beautiful and desirable
result if science were thus to add
to tfhe sum of human knowledge and
enjoyment. But if the coming air
ship is to be chiefly a new agent
of the destruction, a flying battleship,
th?n lot us hope that the day of its
completion may be still far distant.
Our old war-torn world would be bet
ter off without it. Science, which
ought to be beneficent always, labor
ing for tho good of mai, would be
maleficent indeed if it peopled the
very air above us with winged de
Overcrowding in Scotland is not so
?hnd as it used to be. The propor
tion living nvre thin four per room
fHl from 1S.G7 per cent in '1861 to
9.5G in 1901.
"And have you clothes for ?ll cli
"Yes; except the one <my husband
mentions when he gets the bill."
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