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HE rendered unto
him all day
The good saint's
3& due praise.
And with such
tsM? -warmth I'm free
1P& to say
It put me in a jealous mood.
So when she came to say: "Good night"
And whispered In my willing ear.
On tip-toe in her gown of white.
Softly: "I love you. papa dear,"
"You love me, but how much?" I said,
And after just the slightest pause
She answered, pulling down my head:
"I love you more than Santy Claus!"
The day had been a happy one.
As ev'ry Christmas ought to be;
There was no dearth of cheer nor fun
Ar.d cv'ry hell pealed merrily.
Those near and dear had said: "Good-will"
In more or less substantial ways.
And nothing in the guise of ill
Had called for pity or dispraise.
ISut Stella's bedtime hour by far
The happiest was to me, because
Twas then she found, my own bright star,
She "loved me more than Santa Claus!"
Edward W. Darnard, in Judge.
LSIE was sitting in
her pleasant library,
intently reading a
neat typewritten list
as long as her arm.
"What is it?" I in
"New Year's res
quired, with interest.
olutions," she responded, promptly.
"Goodness, gracious!" I exclaimed, aghast,
"ou surely aren't going to try to keep that
many? It's enough to bring on paresis even
to attempt to remember what they're
"Don't be alarmed," she returned; "they
arc not intended for personal use. They
are merely a little list I have prepared for
some men I know. You see, Dorothy," she
went on, earnestly, "I've been thinking over
the matter, and I've come to the conclusion
that the trouble with us women is that we
have gotten into the habit of trying to mo
nopolize ail the domestic virtues and self
sacrifice. You can't pick up a paper with
out seeing a long article on a woman's duty
to make home happy, or a wife's duty to
her husband, or a mother's sacred duty to
Iter children. But do you ever hear of its
being a man's duty to make home so at
tractive his wife won't want to go out in
the evenings? Does anybody ever advise
him, when he comes home tired at night, to
put on his dress suit and try to entertain
his wife to keep her from being attracted
by younger and handsomer men ? Not much.
Do you ever see a roomful of prosperous,
middle-aged men sitting around in a father's
convention, discussing how to do their duty
to their children? Nobody ever did. It
isn't right. I'm in favor of giving the men
a ahow and letting them take a hand in
4 lie happiness-making and the duty business.
'Now, when the New Year resolution
liu:p comes," went on Elsie, studying her
lisl, "I just want to get in a few of my do
mestic principles, and, my word for it, you
will tee it will do more real good and bring
about more genuine reforms than all the
swearing off from smoking and drinking
since Adam. Comparatively few women
are afflicted with husbands who get drunk
or smoke to excess, but millions of us have
to put up with men who are in crying need of
" THEY ARE NOT INTENDED FOR
a little welcome reformation, and who
might make us so much happier if they only
"What would I suggest? Oh, lots of
things. To begin with: I'd have them make
a cast-iron resolution to spend more of their
time at home. When a man marries a wom
an he leads her to suppose he does it be
cause he yearns for unlimited quantities of
lier society, and it must strike any fair
minded person a good deal like getting goods
under false pretenses, if, as soon as the hon
eymoon wanes, he chases off to the club
or downtown the minute he gets his dinner,
leaving her to solitude and the unexciting
delights of her own company. It is a situ
ation that perhaps a man never appreciates,
because he has never been there himself. It
couldn't happen to him, because the mo
ment he detected a symptoin'of louesome
ness he would put on his hat and go off to
the theater or the corner saloon, or some
place where there were light and brightness
and gayety. A woman has no such resources.
She can't go around at night by herself
hunting up company, but must sit at home,
no matter how lonesome and bored the may
be. Men are forever wondering why women
want to congregate together in boarding
houses. One answer to the conundrum is
that they want somebody to talk to while
their husbands are downtown at night. I
have yet to see the woman whose husband
was a home-keeping and home-loving man
who wasn't satisfied to stay there, too.
There's one thing dead certain, and that is
that if men were as anxious to stay at home
evenings as they were to call on a girl be
fore marriage, and if they took as much
trouble and pains to try to entertain their
wives as they do their sweethearts, the do
mestic millennium would be in hailing dis
tance. 'Another good resolution that would
make household angels sing together for joy
would be if men would remember that be
ing a woman doesn't make anyone enjoy
having all their theories and ideas derided
and scoffed at. There are plenty of women
who can't venture an opinion on any sub
ject from the weather to the political situa
tion without having their husbands tell
them they don't know what they are talking
about, and they'd better keep quiet. It may
be true, but if a man marries a fool it is
his own fault. lie picked her out from
among all the other women in the world be
cause she was the one that suited him best
and was most congenial to his taste, and if
she doesn't know a blessed thing he has
no right to say a word. As a general thing
men fall into this fault of disparaging their
wives' opinions through sheer carelessness
of their wives' feelings and conceit of their
own views. But just let one stop and ask
himself how he would like to be continu
ally made to look cheap bef6re the chil
dren and the servants, how he would like
to have his ideals, and often even his reli
gion, ridiculed, and every time he tried to
tell a joke or a good story have somebody
who went out into the world more and saw
and heard more remind liim that it was a
hoar' chestnut. Could there be a more ex
quisite cruelty practiced? Yet thousands of
women go through tliis daily martyrdom
from men who think they are good hus
bands. 'Tom was always good to me,' Eaid
a poor wretch of a woman, weeping over
the body of a murderer; 'he never beat me
where the marks would show.'
"Then, it seems to me, a man might re
solve not to unload all his troubles on the
family hearth. Of course, I know every
day a man has to go through with enough to
try the patience of a saint, but because
cotton has gone down instead of up or things
haven't run smoothly at the office is no real
reason for slapping Sammy and kicking
the cat as soon as he gets within his own
door. A man might occasionally remember
that a woman has troubles of her own and
needs to be cheered and brightened. We
are continually told that a woman should
always meet her husband with a smile, but
no woman can smile long enough or bright
ly enough to raise the temperature in a
house where a man is sitting around with
a scowl on his face. It takes reciprocity,
and it's just as much a man's business to
smile and help to make home happy as it is
"There's always room for plenty of good
resolutions New Year's day and other days.
He might resolve, if he really meant to turn
over a new leaf and try to do his part
towards making home happy, to make his
wife an allowance and pay it promptly, as a
debt of honor; to remember that servants
ara mortal, and that you can't hire a three-dollar-a-wcek
girl to cook like a $1,000 chef;
to bear in mind that a woman never gets too
old to like a compliment, or to be inter
ested in hearing that her husband loves her
and appreciates her; and, above all, to save
some of his good manners and good humor
for home consumption.
"I don't suppose I'll live to see any of my
theories carried out," added Elsie, dolefully,
"but I can tell you they are badly needed
reforms in a lot of families I know." Doro
thy Dix, in N. O. Picayune.
NEW YEAR IN WASHINGTON
When Everg One Keeps Open House with
Lavish Southern Hospitality.
Mary Nimmo Balentinc, writing of "New
Year's Day in the White House" in the
Woman's Home Companion, thus describes
the public receptions: "Announcements arc
published in the newspapers proclaiming
the levee at the white house and the exact
minute at which the different officials of
the government service will be received,
but it is usually near one o'clock before the
sovereign people are admitted to the
"The state levee at the white house is
but the beginning of the calling that con
tinues throughout the afternoon and well
into the night in official and private houses.
The official social season is inaugurated on
Start for the Last Lap of the Centura.
New Year's day in Washington. It is the
grand rallying day of the neighborly
proclivities of the people of the entire dis
trict. Many men make their first and last
visit of the year on this day, and only see
certain of their friends on this one day
of the year. As they grow older these fes
tival days seem to come closer and closer to
gether. Lists are published in the news
papers of the houses where receptions will
be held, with the names of the ladies who
will assist in receiving. The assisting lady
often attracts more callers than the hostess,
and newly-arrived families are on the look
out for popular women for their New
Year's day receptions. There is no need
to interrupt the grand round of calls for
luncheon or dinner; the carriage is hired
for the day, and, dressed in his very best,
the caller must see all the old friends and
make as many new ones as time will per
mit. Everywhere open house is kept in the
lavish southern fashion. Tables are loaded
with viands hot and cold, supplemented
with real southern egg-nogg, or a bowl filled
from the housekeeper's winter supply of
Fish house punch, mixed from a well
guarded formula that is an heirloom in
Philadelphia families. The whirl of revelry
is intense, but this gala day comes for
Washingtonians but once a year, and it
is celebrated with true southern warmth
Overdoing the Being Good Business.
"I say, Jimmy, don't you think you are
rather overdoing this being good business?"
volunteered one young hopeful in confidence
to his chum.
"Not on your life. Don't you know
Christmas is coming?" replied the youngster
who was accused of being too good.
"Yes, that's all very well. But you may
be makin' a mistake."
"You don't know what yer talkin' about.
You ought to hear all the folks at our house
talking about 'what a good boy Jimmy is
getting to be,' and how that fake Santa
Claus is going to give him such a lot of nice
"Aw, yes. That's all right. But, then, I
want to tell you that it may not turn out
the way you want."
"What are you giving me?"
"Well, I ought to know. I tried your game
last year, and I got four Bibles and three
Sunday school books for Christmas. Not a
pair of skates or anything of the sort. They
said they thought I would like the Bibles
and the books better. Aw, I tell you, Jim
my, you don't want to overdo the being
good business." Chicago Times-Herald.
What a breezy sound there is in the words
"Beginning afresh." They have a ring of
glad new life in them. They put life into
the heart that has grown almost discour
aged by failure and nerve it for fresh en
deavor. Let us enter upon the life and serv
ice of the new year under the inspiration
which they give. Baptist Union.
Her Bright Scheme.
First Lady What New Year's present are
you going to give to your husband?
Second Lady A hundred cigars.
First Lady And what did you pay for
Second Lady Oh, nothing. For the laBt
few months I have taken one or two out of
Jack's box every day. He hasn't noticed
it, and will be so pleased with my little pres
ent and the fine quality of the cigars. Lon
Directed Court Amusements.
Down to the reign of Henry VIII., and
occasionally since, a "Lord of Misrule" was
appointed to direct the amusements of the
English court during the holidays. He pre
sided over the festivities, prepared the
games, directed the sports and saw that the
court was kept properly amused during
Christmas week. The office was considered
highly honorable, and the "Lord of Misrule"
was generally some wealthy nobleman who
was willing to spend money lavishly in pro
moting the gayeties of the court. It is of
record that during the reign of Elizabeth,
Essex, as "Lord of Misrule," spent in one
Christmas season 15,000 of his own money
on the court games. Chicago Chronicle.
For the Children.
"Yes," said Mr. Blykins, "we always
celebrate Christmas for the children's sakes.
They expect it, you know, and I wouldn't
have the heart to disappoint them."
"But you and Mrs. Blykins always re
member each other?"
"Oh, yes. I am going to give her a two-hundred-dollar
coat and I have reason to
think she intends to give me a fifty-dollar
chair. We always settle well in advance
what our presents will be. All we have to
think of now is a doll for the little girl and
a tin wagon for the boy." Washington
After five-year-old Willie had gone to bed
on Christmas eve his mother went into the
room to see if he had hung up his stocking
properly for Santa Claus. Much to her sur
prise she found that the little fellow had ap
propriated one of hers for the occasion and
had attached a slip of paper on which he
had printed in a bold hand one of the Sun
day school texts: "ThE LoRd LOvvEtH a
CheaRfuLL giVveR." Chicago Daily News.
"We have good times at our house along
"Yes; the children try to please their
mother and she tries to please me." De
troit Free Press.
A Backward Look.
Chris'mus kin be made so much pleasant
er ef the stem parunt will on'y let his min'
wander back tew the time when he made a
dash fur the ol chimney-piece himself. N.
It really requires a marvelous amount of
tact to appear thankful at Christmas for
something you didn't want. Cincinnati En
quirer. Put Them in Good Shape.
If your morals are in bad shape, the first
of the year ia a good time to reform them.
L. A. W. Bulletin.
1 1 1 ' 1
HAVE risen. Mr.
I've sot a speech
An I want the beys
to listen, if but for
I have sota short pre
amble an some
An I want to jes submit anil to kinder
push 'em through.
Whereas, we've been neglectful an forget
ful of our work.
"Whereas, we've been too careless an too
often prone to shirk.
Whereas we've been unmindful 'bout the
little acts o' love.
An little deeds o' kindness, why, I'm goin
to make this move:
Resolved, we'll be more faithful an morp
watchful all the day:
Resolved, we'll scatter sunshine all alonr
the weary way;
Resolved, we'll let no brother who may
need our friendly grasp
Plod on another single step without our
An now'll somebody second o the resolu
Let every feller vote an "I." an add a
An" then go out an act 'cm right in all his
An' make his livin" tally with his resolu
D. G. Dickers, in Atlanta Constitution.
THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.
We Should Each and All Trtj to Make the
Dag Thoroughlg Enjojjable.
"Because we cannot have the Yule log
and traditional roast pig, shall we ref-se
the cheer of anthracite coal and baked s
key?" asks Florence Hall Winterburn, writ
ing on the "Spirit of Christmas" in tie
Woman's Home Companion. "Or if even
the open fire, the mistletoe and thefanJlr
gathering are beyond us, must we disdai"
the homemaking attempts of the steam
radiator, and find no comfort in the dainty
elaborateness of a well-spread table, cater
ing to the needs of a refined modern taste?
Suppose the misanthrope (for the recluse
who lives only in an imaginary Christmas
is a misanthrope) came out of his shell and
gathered the young people about him to
charm their ears with tales of the old ways
of holiday-keeping 'when he was a boy.
Would not thi3 be better than grumbling
out protests against the new ways that have
their own reasons for being, and offer ia
turn their own measure of enjoyment to
willing spirits? Genial old age is always a
welcome presence, and it never suggests any
contrasts that put us out of conceit with
the pleasures that lie within our reach. But
carping, even if it proceeds from the patri
arch, is an infliction severe enough to blight
"In the nature of things there must be
holidays. How poverty-stricken is that sjuI
which does not recognize this necessity and
throw itself heartily into the work of help
ing forward the good time youth and all
unspoiled minds accept with gratitude.
There is no predeterminate set of condi
tions for holiday making that need tie ad
venturous hands, and if traditional customs
belonging to Thanksgiving and Christmas
are vanished beyond recall we can harmonize
the day with our present abilities.
"My sympathy is with those who wish
to bring back upon Christmas day the
sweet old traditional observances. I love
them well, even those that are knows to me
only by hearsay and were outgrown in that
shadowy period alluded to as 'before the
war.' But no one thing is indispensable
to happiness with any of ua, unless with
children, and not even with them if judi
cious substitute is made. Whatever we
tiave, or whatever we lack, the quality that
makes the occasion is the spirit we bring
to it. Good will never fails to create a
good time. It finds merit in rain. Efts fog
and lights a cheery blaze within that passes
for the sunshine in its absence. Aad gocd
will has not passed away with chivalry, nor
perished under the onrush of science. It
lives and breathes now. and is here at this
moment to light our Christmas fires and
swing incense before our altars. All W
need do is to recognize and adapt it."
"Winie," said his father, "what good re
solves are you going to make for the New
Year?" "I'm not going to fight with Joan
nie Jones any more," replied Willie. "I'm
glad to hear that," said the father; "but
41.- T . lint,.,
Chicago Daily News.
The Christmas bells will silent be.
The Christmas lights grow dim.
The brightness faded from the tree
May leave it gaunt and grim.
But Christmas cheer was never so;
Its echo lingers on.
With memories of long ago
And hope of joys to dawn.
So, o'er all time its might extends
And ready homage wins;
As one glad Chlrstmas season ends
Another straight begins.
I here, said the prudent nousewite, as
"I think that will do very nicely. Onlj
must not forget to take the mistletoe fro -
tne cnanaener ana move 11 to aiuereni nans a
of the room durinz the dav."
in one spot." Washington Star. r