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lt was Christmas Eve. The snow,
which had been failing all day now
turned to rain. The dreary drizzle
ient a chill to the air.
Mrs. Maillory stood at her drawing
room window, held back the dark vel
vet curtains and looked out on the
silent avenue. There were few pedes
trians in sight. Now and then a car
riage came under the electric light,
and the watcher at the window
caught glimpses of the dainty rai
ment of the occupants as they whirled
#ayly past on their way to some
"Christmas festivity!" she repeated
aloud, and her voice .was low and
tense and expressed her pent up scorn
and weariness of the whole Christmas
,y She stood thus for a few moments,
staring out into the night The
damask portiere was pushed aside
with a quick, light motion, and a slim,
neatly attired maid appeared in the
?doorway. Her eyes fairly danced
with delight, and though she spoke
with a demure dignity it was evident
that something highly pleasing to her
fancy was afoot.
"Does it please you that I come in
now, madam?" she asked, with a
quaint liitle accent that would at once
mark her Parisienne-had her trim
appearance not already done so. Mrs.
Maillory turned slowly from the win
"Yes. Jaiette, you may bring in
my Christmas gifts." There was a
trace of irony in the last two words,
hut her manner was entirely haughty
and indifferent. She crossed the room
and sat in a large armchair of rare
lilian hand-carved wood. The pale
?violet lamp screen on the table beside
her shed a soft light, and the rose
light, from the great open Ure caught
a gleam now and then from the jewels
on her -fingers. It was a curious
light, the combination of the rose
and violet, hut it was almost wierdly
lovely. Mrs. Maillory was a beauti
ful woman-a stern, classic beauty.
The folds of her black; velvet gown
fell about her in simple stately grace;
her bare neck and shoulders gleamed
white against the. dark chair. Her
hair was gray about the .temples, and
her deep dark eyes were at times In
expressibly sad. She was lonely, b.ut
she was proud, and none knew of her
* sad Christmas Eve. She had refused
scores of invitations, and was keeping
her Christmas Eve as was her custom,
having her gifts brought to her there
in the dimly-lighted drawing-room.
Her husband was keeping his
?Christmas Eve, as was his custom, in
the great dense forest. Mr. Maillory
was what the world calls an upright
man-honored on the street, of a
Hint-like integrity In his business.
His word was as good as a bond. He
surrounded his wife with every pos
sible luxury, ?xcepting the one price
less luxury for which a woman would
sacrifice all others-friendship and
.comradeship. These he reserved for
a few olcLfriends, men who had been
through financial battles v/ith him,
who had shared his college frolics and
That afternoon he had hurried In,
gathered up his hunting traps and
started ofT. He had given his wife a
check-a princely sum-and said :
"Just buy yourcelf a little trinket,
Victoria, my dearr andv have a nice
time, at the Van Arden's tonight."
''If he had only bought me a little
something himself." she thought, sad
ly. "If it were only a few flowers! "
Janette came in, followed by a foot
man in gorgeous livery carrying .1
large number'of little packages or
all shapes and sizes He came sev
eral times and arranged the pack
ages as Janette directed. The maid
was all little flutterings and happi
ness and flitted from this box to that
In a perfect whirlwind of joy. This
was a rare treat, opening Madame's
"Oh, they are so many!" she cried.
4,I do not know which one to open
Gift after gift was held out to Mrs.
Maillory, but she looked at each in
differently and sometimes impatient
ly. They were all given from a sense
of duty, she knew that. Climbers on
the social 'ladder wished to be her
friends, that they might through her
influence open the closed doors of
society. Those in her own set liked
her as well as women who live for
fashion and society are capable of
liking one another. Charity organi
sations courted her favor, for she was
always ready to respond to their calls.
Unlike many of the wemen of her ac
quaintance, she went personally to
the poorer quarters, and aided the
wretched poverty there. N
The maid placed the trinkets on the
table for her mistress' inspection of
her jewels that? should have the power
to give joy to any woman, but Mrs.
Maillory looked at them indifferently,
and toyed with them with her slender
She frowned with displeasure as
^themaid laid before her a wrap of
'.'My nephew should not have sent
me this," she said sharply. "He can
not afford it. It was only because 1
gave them their wedding silver."
The maid did not hear this, for she
was lost in raptures over a firmly
matinee of real lace and hand-painted
"Oh, the exquisite 'mouse.' " she
cried, with more enthusiasm than
knowledge of correct English.
Mrs. Maillory smiled little at the
maid's quaint happiness in the . gifts.
She was rather fond o? Janette and
was often amused at the girl's extrav
agant expressions. Janette .was a
happy? care-free soul and always
ready to cater to her every mood.
She ran to her mistress with a veri
table llttie squeal of pleasure as she
urptied one box. It was a fine gold
necklace with a butterfly pendant,
frail, jewelled, delicate as a breeze.
Mrs. Maillory read the card and her
face turned pale.
"Cat!" she whispered.
The gift was from a woman whom
Mrs. Maillory thoroughly disliked,
and she had not tried to hide her feel
ings. The woman, through ambi
tions of her own, had persistently
- MADONNA IN C(
clung to Mrs. Maillory, and had used
her name as the entree into many
fashionable .> gatherings. As she
looked at the Jewel; Mrs. Maillory
could have crushed its delicate beau
ty in her hand.
. . ? ? * * * .
The stately footman came^into the
room, the picture of shocked dignity.
Janette was about to take the brown
paper parcel which the irate man held
out stiffly before him, then started
back with a little, scream.
? TOY TRAOEDY: . >
Jgybc canje to ?3.2<j;e ? yirne jm-lic,
Y From for acrosj Hjc jca.
,Her lock} v)ere dork ay? cuijy;
A |)rc(-]y. doll ??} Jipe
Her hoir #05 like .tye ro^ift :t?n&
Wiff) iepdril; |3rope to curl atp clin^
At)Q coldV l?J? tyr mere
Behren -oh, i i" .vtoj - jfyockijjhj -?
A Hoer and 0 bear.
D$ coury.^e^penr a dreod/ul ,
Ad ? ?.>r>i.r fy
. ^touj/vi??e- Couner-Jpun?d/.,
"The impertinence!" she cried.
"What does thi. meanV-. asked
Mrs. Maillory, haughtily.
"A very ragged little girl left this
awful package madam. She insisted
on its being given to you."
"Bring it to me."
The footman gave the crumpled
bundle to his mistress.
"Misses Malry," was written in a
round, childish scrawl. A strange
feeling came over the woman.
"You may go." she said to Janette
and the man, and the maid withdrew
When the hard knots of the string
were finally taken off, Mrs. Maillory
exclaimed in surprise. A little note,
written in the same childish hand,
was pinned to the carious pink cam
bric square. The note ran:
"Dear Misses Malry: You don't
know me but you c->.m to our house a
wile ago and brot things when .lonnie
the baby had meslcs. You wuss good
to us, and we like you. Wo wish you
a merv Chrismus. The thing I made
you is for your hankerchuf.
"M A MIE O' DO XXE LL."
"What does 'tie child mean?"
thought Mrs. Maillory in great sur
The she remembered. The O'Don
nell were on her charity Hst. She
looked at the gift. It. was a pink cam
bric square, the four corners turned
back and tied with a ribbon. The
stitches were large and uneven, the
cambric was soiled and the ribbon
old. She looked closely at the ribbon.
It had been used, evidently as a hair
ribbon. Suddenly a thought came to
the woman-she remembered the day
perfectly when she had brought ease
and comfort to little Johnnie. The
mother was away at work, and the
little sister kept house and cared for
the baby brother. The child had
showed this pink ribbon proudly to
the visitor; her "Sunday ribbon," she
The great lady fingered the soiled,
gaudy piece of piuk cambric and rib
bon gently, almost reverently, and
there were tears In her voice as she
"Her one treasure, her bit of a rib
bon-she gave lt to me-she gave it
to me because it is Christmas."
With a sob that was half joy, half
sorrow, she laid her head over on the
queer, shabby little offering and wept
away all the grief and lonely heart
ache, for in the gift of a little child
she had found her real Chrismas.
Boston Globe. \
Some people expect so much more
(Christmas 'Way Down South.
You hear dat fiddle's music-de clappin' of
Dey beats de jubilation of de halleluia
You hear dat flo' a-creakin'? lin don' you
hear de call:
"Balance ter yo' partners, en swing yo'
. Chris'mus times, good people! /
Heel en toe you Hf!
Yander come de white folks- ?
Ketch' em "Chris'mus Gif!"
Who dat 'way off yander, rackin' down de
De ole-time. gray-head deacon, wid a con
'De meetin'-house is empty-can't miss da
Dey muster heerd de music, eu dey coinia*
ter de dance!
Come ir. dar. you people.
Kn swing aron ii' de hull!
Heel en toe. en mun' you go,
En*ZChris'mus Gil' " ter all!
De very backlog's dancin', en up de red
En pen. de ha nts wid (ire, wbar dey moan
in' in dc snow!
Dey better take de road home, en hunt de
Fer dis here time is Chris'mus, en de
fiddle's llyin' free!
Watch out fer dat mistletoe!
Ketch you, I be boun'!'
Kiss her fer dat "Chris'mus Gif "*
Swing yo' sweetheart roun'!
Come in-de whole plantation-en jine de
En glimpse dat peaceful 'possum-dat tur
key, brown en sweet!
De table piled wid plenty!-come in, en
take yo' place,
En see de deacon smack his mouf en say
Aain't dis halleluia
Ter de soul er you?
M'oars like Heaven come down ter airth
En tell you, "Howdy do!"
Chris'mds times, good people! Dc. let de
De snow done hide de meddere, but de
summer's in you' soul!
Han's roun'-de ole Fcrginny Reel! en let
de shadders creep
Like ghosts ncrost de snowficl's-but we'll
dance dc stars ter sleep!
Chris'mus times, good people
Bes' time sente de fall!
Eu "Chris'mus Gif " ter all!
-Frank L. Stanton, ia the Saturday Even
I Dinner \
CHRI5TMA5 ttf.NU '
CWcOoup Crad\err .
Rca}TTur?(cy . _ Cranberry Jelly
?dkcd nace rar-? anti Cheese
.Stu>/cd Pepoers With Rice
lomahJ arva Lerruce"3alod
Chrijlmcj Aoloj/oj Fruit Pudding
Little Karina Suzanne Hjorth was
I called Zauna for short. She lived in
Norway, away up on a mountaintop.
Although she had been born in Nor
way, she had not always lived there.
For ten happy years she had lived
in America, and then (when Zanna
was thirteen years old) they had re
turned to the house on the rocks
which Mr. Hjorth had built for them
all, close by his great mill.
At first Zanna thought it was beau
tiful to live on a mountain so high
that, in order to reach her home, she
had to climb up two hundred and
thirteen steps. Zanna counted them
all herself, and wondered how her
sturdy Norse grandfathers ever had
the patience to cut these rough steps
out of the solid rock hundreds of
years ago. There were just two hun
dred steps too\many for Mrs. Hjorth,
who, after two or three attempts, al
ways lost, her breath at the unlucky
thirteenth step. So after that her
husband always drove her round by
the winding roadway, which was very
much longer. But little Zanna al
"ways liked to climb the steps.
Back of their home was a noisy,
rushing waterfall which splashed and
foamed night and day, and turned the
mill-wheels, and then tumbled noisily
down and down Xhe rocks till it be
came a commonplace, demure canal.
Zanna often used to ride on the
queer little canal-boats to see If she
could not find some English-speaking
tourists whom she might invite to
her home} But she never found any,
and instead, used to watch the peas
ant folk coming "from the market.
Zanna thought she would never tire
of looking at the fair-skinned, flaxen
haired maidens with their ample
woolen skirts and bright-colored knit
bodices, quaintly cut and fastened
togcthe rwit?r^eurious brass or dil ver
clasps a?m. buckles.
After .awhile, however, Zanna be
came used to the rosy-cheeked peas
ants, and then she began to grow very
lonely. I think she was really a little
homesick for the children and flowery
valleys of her American home.
"Of course I have you and papa
and Baby Joanne," she said to her
mother one day. "And I don't think
r J would get lonesome for any one
. else if only sqme green grass and
pretty flowers grew up here. But it's
! just rocks, great, hare rocks every
where. And it always make me won
der whether the giants didn't try to
build houses with these awful rock
blocks, and got angry because they
couldn't, and then just threw them
round. Why, that big fiat rock back
of the kitchen is twice as big as our
whole yard over the ocean!"
I think Zanna grieved more than
most little girls, for sha used to have
a magic touch with all growing things
and loved hpr "plant children" far
more than dolls.
"Never mind," said mother, who
heard the sigh and guessed for what
her little daughter was longing. ."It
is too bad we cannot have our gar
den, dear, bul things might be very
much worse. It is better for us all to
live here with father than to have
all the flower-gardens In America."
Zanna thought so, too, and like a
brave little girl tried not to think
about the bare, ugly rocks. I have
often noticed, haven't you, that if we
don't let ourselves think of what we
can't have, it makes it easier to do
So Zanna thought instead of Christ
mas, and of what che would like in
her stockings, and on the .beautiful
tree which she and Joanne would
have together. In fact, she thought
O day oj- exultation,
OJr Jcy-iy Wondrous birth?;
O herald oj- salva Kort,
Good Will and peace ot\ 'earth!
With Madness and rejoicing/
Wc "Kai I rhy blessed mom;
Loud halleluiah} vbicin?,
For Christ Thc Lord i) bom?
O happy Chri-jl'ma; morning^
O 13 c r h I c hem*5 ~ bright 3 ra r !
The eastern ^ky adorning,
And guiding, from aj-ar J
Thc Ma?'t, fribut? brin^in??
To enriar, ?he nevi-born Kinb, j
While anbei ho^ are ?tn?in? j
And heWciV) crehej rin?? I
Wc hail rhee, daWn oj- ?ladhejj, !
Proclaiming peace formen, .'
Djjpcl.linj) care and sadne^,
Rc sb ri na toy a?ain!
Wc Worship and adore i'hee,
O Jcjus, rhij pi yr day:
Propra re we j-a!l before rhee,
? And oWn Hw ?o^erer?n vJay!
O Babe oj- Bethlehem^ marta
O lowly 3hepheraj? Kin?V
O holy infant* ?tran?er,
Receive rho love vfe brin?!
O Jcju^ n\ipj\Jy gjaViour, 0
Our nea rrj We ?iVe h mee;
Wc ^cck rhy ble^cd Javfor
\Thr040h *!1 crertajty.'
so hard about it that before she knew
it the next day was to be Christmas.
You all know how early she got up
to peep into her stockings, for you
probably do the same thing your
selves. Everything was lovely by the
nursery chimney-place, and when she
hurried to the breakfast-room she
was just in time to meet the postman
with his arms full ot presents from
her little schoolmates in America.
"But Zqnna hasn't seen the best of
all yet," said her mother.
"More yet!" exclaimed excited Zan
ha. "Why, I can't think of anything
else I want!"
"It is so big," explained her father,
with a twinkle in his eye, "that old
Saint Nick couldn't think of getting
down the chimney with it."
"Couldn't get. it down the chim
"No. In fact, he couldn't carry it
at all. He had to get four horses, in
stead of reindeer, to cart it here in
wagon loads-four hundred, I think.
They left it out by the kitchen with
Miss Karina Suzanne Hjorth's name
on it. Get on your wraps and we'll
Sure enough! It was just as Mr.
Hjorth said. The big, flat rock was
covered deep with-?-what you'll never
guess, so I'll tell you right now-r
with four hundred cart-loads ol soil!
Rich, black, woodsy earth several feet
deep! And Zanna was so happy she
could hardly keep the tears back, for,
she knew that this strange Christmas
present would be a joy to her all her
And when her mother gave her
present, a package of seeds of every
kind-mignonette, phlox, pansies and
asters-Zanna thought she was the
very happiest girl in Norway.
The Christmas Ghosts.
Ghost of the Past, iii the near shadow
Thc heart's unspoken cal!.
With hand unfuiling all our treasures
Deep in thy chambered hall,
Draw I'n-dav's curtain back from Memory's
And to our sipht display
What we failed lost, bul what thy care ira-1
Tia? only stored nwav.
(?host of the Present, shape so quickly
Smile through thy little hour:
Press on our lins ono kiss of love undying.
Drop at our feet ono (lower.
(J host of the Ku!ure, holding in suspension
The coronet and cross.
Our thought of thee be hope, not appre
Our proving, pain, not loss.
Shine I brough the cloud that veils thee
from our luce*;
Sonic beckoning joy disclose:
And. ld;o (he aurora in far northern places,
l?righten our Christinas snows.
-Edward A. Church, in Christian l?e^
ist er. _?_
The Holiday in I ?sertdum.
? fifts?tfiC* ^iljV?j y. ..ll.? ?
"You ougtu s>--i- a jolly fine
Christmas box. Master Caterpillar,
If you hang all your stockings^ up!"
Down a little village street
Rode three strangers, grave and slow.
Women coming from the well.
Workmen whom they chanced to meet
Turned to gaze, and wondered low
Wiiat they sought in Israel.
"Is it but a star," they cried,
"That has guided you so far?
Lo, the skies of "Palestine
Beam with many a light beside!
What so paltry as a star
That a torch can render mean?"
Then the strangers went hefore
Where the little Christ-child lay.
And the children in the street
Followed at the open door.
All forgetful of their play
Came the dusty, hurrying feet.
Shepherd, saint and sage and child
Knelt beside the manger bed.
But the people in the street
Turned away ?md lightly smiled
At the rapturous words they said,
Kneeling at the Baby's feet. - i
"Just a little peasant child,"
Said the people passing nigh.
"Shone a halo round the bed
When the sleeping Baby smiled?
Twas the lantern nung near by
Shining dimly on His head."
Shepherd, saint and sage and child,
Kneeling at the Baby's bed,
Heard the angels sing that morn.
But the moth, still and mild,
Listening to the words they said,
Knew the glory that was born.
Christ's mission was to lead man
kind to view the problems of life in
a manner that will lead to their so
The Star of Bethlehem.
When Jesus Christ, a little child,
In Bethlehem was born,
There shone a star across thc wild
More glorious than the morn.
It glowed and gleamed, it blazed and
Above the lonely hill.
Ah! blessed star of Bethlehem,
lt lights the nation still!
-Denis A. McCarthy.
& oj Chn/rmy.
SING ajor^ oj Chriftmtrf
7 ,^,?'oclyi>sti?l1 fi *sx?
Ju/r K\o n\in? ro please u/;
Little biri) ar\d boyj.
Nov^ rkey dil are emptied;:
Lo\j for me awdj/ou
WdjiVi- thata prcjV+higg,
For 5di\r<i CI?U; w<?o<
Thc seasons come, the seasons ?J
Christmas is herc before wc know it.
When we must lake our hard ;ca med cash
And indiscriminately blow it.
True Christmas Colors. ?
Red and green ure the true Christ
mas color?., and there cannot bc toe
much repetition of these hues at this
season'. In addition to the holly,
with its brilliant fruit and foliage,
bay, box, cedar and the other ever
greens aro combined with broad,
holly r??d s:itin ribbons, streamers
and bows. These combinations ap
pear most, frequently in wreaths and
Pity it is, indeed, if in God's own
world of beauty and hope a soul can
not fervently say, "I. have kept God's
News Notes of General Interest
From All Parts ol the St;.te.
Tobacco Crop Very Good.
Columbia, Special.-The tobacco
sason in South Carolina has now
closed. The crop is the greatest in
the history of the State, according to
thc report issued by Commissioner
Watson. The crop aggregated 31,
820,501 pounds, which went on the
market for $2,^315,107.33 to the pro
ducers at first hand. There were
6,755,501 more pounds produced dur
ing -the year than in any preceeding.
The figures given in the commis
sioner's report are not for all of the
transactions in the warehouses, but
for the actual number of pounds of
tobacco prodnced and sold in the
market, by the farmer during the year
1909. There were transactions in only
eight .warehouses during the month
The following- figures show by
months the marketing of the crop.
July, pounds 4,529,833; value $204,
August, pounds 12,870,419; value
September, pounds 10,140,375;
October, pounds 3,976,807; value
November, pounds 303,067; value
Total pounds 31.820,501; total
Saved by Colored Servant.
Chester, Special.-Mrs. Geo. C.
Freeland was badly burned on the
face, neck and hands Monday morn
ing at iri o'clock while engaged in
painting a hearth with a patent pre
paration, which evidently contained
some highly combustible substance.
The fire caught in her hair and cloth
ing, and in a moment she was a
mass of flames. With a scream she
rushed into the hall where she met
her faithful old colored servant,
Louisa Barrett, who gathered her in
her arms and smothered out the fire,
and but for /whose heroism she would
have been burned to death. The
burns are exteremely painful, but the
physicians in charge apprehend no
serious results, although it will he
several days before it can be seen
how serious the burns about the eyes
Rabid Dog at Chester.
Chester, Special.-The rabies cam
paign has either broken out early or
it continues late in Chester county. A;
few days ago Henry Bailey was bit
ten hy a collie dog which had'the
motions of a mad dog. The dog was
killed, its head sent to Columbia and'
there the animal was pronounced to:
he a mad dog. Dr. Bailey went to
Columbia to take the Pasteur treat
ment. At last advices he was report- '
ed to be getting along favorably.
Citizens to Rebuild Mill at Jonesville.
Jonesville, Special.-The' citizens
of the -town- of Jonesville held a
meeting a few days ago to discuss
plans for the re-establishment of the
hosiery mill, which was burned over
a year ago Tbe new mill will be
known'as the Palmetto Hosiery com
pany. The capital' stock, which!
amounts to $75,000 is being raised
and a charter applied for. It is
hoped that this enterprise which"
means so much for thc town of Jones
ville will be in operation in thc near
Greenville Eas $20,000 Fire.
I Greenville, Special.-Fire breaking
out in the Oates steam laundry or?
Main street at ll o'clock Wednesday
night completely gutted the building,
with a property loss aggregating
$20,000 and. partially insured. Soon
after the alarm was turned in, it
looked like at least a dozen struc
tures were doomed, but prompt work
confined the blaze to its point of ori
gin in the basement
Fire Damages Car Shops of the Sou
Columbia, Special.-Fire in the car
shops of the Southern Railway here
Thursday caused damage amounting
to $25,000. The building was com
pletely destroyed and several passen
ger coaches which were there for re
pairs shared its fate. The flames
threatened other buildings in the vi
cinity but after a hard fight the fire
men checked the fire.
Child Fatally Burned.
Gaffney, Special.-The little daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. Grover Godfrey
was probably fatally burned early
Monday morning. The mother was
at the barn milking, leaving the lit
tle 5-year-old girl and her brother
who is 3, in the house. The clothing
of the little girl caught fire and was
burned entirely ol? before the mother
could reach her. It is about 10 milea
from GarTnev, but Dr. Nesbitt was
soon on the scene and did everything
for the child that could be done, but
very little hope is entertained for her
Heavy Demand on the Treasury.
Columbia, Special.-South Caro
lina will have to meet obligations to
the extent of over $400.000 by th^
first of thc year, with only $100,00C
in the treasury at thc present "time,
according to a statement given out
from the Slate Treasurer's office. The
sum of $1-15,000 in interest on the
bonded debt will have to bc provided
'for by December 31. Thc different
notes given by thc State will <om
mencc to fall due on December 20:
and in addition thc current exjumsei
Aiken County Man Hurt in Gin.
Aiken, Special.-On Friday last
Mr. J. H. Adams, one of the b::st and
most prominent o'fizens of thc Sweet
water section of thc county, met with
a most pain fid accident, which will
probably result in thc amputation ot*
his left ann. Liv. Adams, while :t
thc Toole ginnciy, uear I?UTTI? -\rS
was assisting in ginning a 'raf-: <-?
cotion. While ho had Iiis hands
the gin saws thc engineer s?art;:" thc*