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The mulling tut of Wililan
J. Jeffords was «efu on o»n
■trcrts jesterday. tie llt.k Ii
Cincinnati, and bis done well
It Is hit first vUlt to lilm i>l<
home In twenty year*. lit* Ii
•topping with his ««e»l Jpi
rents, ( aptala ami Mrs. \V. J
That Is just a homelj
news item clipped from ■■
country paper. H '•■«■■♦ ■•»»<
thoughts in ii lot you, Mr
Nearly all of us live ii
j i.v all of us live ii
the future. We ft" on tin
rijJit Bide of 50, and have
we hope, ninny long yean
before us. 11 we are rid
we hop« to become richer
If wo are |"»>r we hope to
become wt-iiliiiy. and fev\
people who consider old a«o
and a completed career a
■omcthioi distant Ml"i' to
think of the duty .we owe to
the old folks "down in the
country." That Is where
the majority c»f th« success
ful business men came from.
In thousands of <vi*t>* father
Utd mother are still on the
)ld farm, content to die
rliere tht»y have lived, far
from the strife ■>( pity life.'
'lone to the soil and nature.
lie to the Boil :»i»l nature,
rhli year you Hhould slip
a few thingj into a grip,
catch the last train and upend Christina*
■ t home. It will be different from other
Christmaaw, for hospitality means much
in the country. It* genuine! It's un
mixed with buslne-H considerations^ lotir
father or the hired nan will meet you
■t the depot, and on the way to the old
homo on the farm be will tell you of the
things you did when you were a boy.
He'll point out the oIJ Behoolhouaa
where you learned your a-b alt's and had
nome of the eusHednesp licked out of
you, inn! the little old church where a
preacher preached brimstone mid fire in
* way that made your flesh cringe and
you didn't dare sleep alone.
it nill nil (Ninif back to you. You had
tlmoict fi»r(rotu>ii tbfti you were a boy.
You'll fill your lungs with pure air,
feel the stinging breeze against your face
aud your heart will beg!a to throb with
good Impulses. Hero everything seems
to be honest and real and good.
And the welcome! Don't be ashamed
of the tears thnt wet your cheeks. An
old man with snowy looks, trembling
with affection, a graud old woman, your
mother, who weeps softly, a a women
do, because her heart is tilled with nap
You couldn't make th;i : woman belleTe
tlmt ymi ever had v petty m«ann«u; thai
jou had evpn thought wrong; thai you
took a narrow view of lif«\ or thai you
liad enmities that embittered jour ex
You couldn't convince that old man
that In the world could be found a
Love forget* faults and exalts virtues.
To thorn your little successes Been) like
Don't forget the little room. You oc
cupied it as a boy. You slept well in
those days. You hadn't a care. You
were free, and you wore sound in mind,
morals and body. It is good to think of
those things. It is good to think of
Christmas Day, of the gifts and the
pleasure and good will that went with
them, of the dinner and the long table,
surrounded by relatives and neighbors,
too poor to have their own Christmas
And when the gray old man bows his
head, and with the faith of a child, says:
"We thank thee, 0 Lord, for the mer
cies thou hast shown us," the simple
prayer that follows will appeal to all
that is good in your and give you new
hope, new life, new courage.—Cincinnati
£ ONI UN LI. ,j
THE city's streets were thronged.
Crowds of Christmas shoppers hur
ried to and fro. Electric lights from
the big stores shone ou their rosy and
happy faces, and the younger ones
laughingly shook the snow from their
hair and capes. Charlie Wemper noted
all this as with his hand on the con
troller he held the big suburban car in
check. It was crowded to the doors as
it started on its trip into the country
with its human freight. The passenger*
were in a merry mood. They had re
mained until the last car, the opera run.
•nd were going to their homes on the
line, with their arms full of bundle* and
their hearts tilled with good cheer.
All this swept through the brain of
the tired motorman, and there was no
answering smile as gay laughter reached
him through the closed doors of the ves
tibule. Here it was Christmas eve. He
had had fairly steady runs up to the time
the summer business began to slack off,
■when the time table changed and he went
•v the board as first extra. A wife and
two little ones at home had to be fed
•nd clothed, and his 20 cents an hour,
with an average of six hours a day, had
not placed him in a position of affluence,
nor enabled him to look forward to the
glad Christmas time with any degree of
Joy. He thought of the scant supply of
coal in the shed, the almost depleted
larder and empty purse with pay day
still more than a week off. and sighed to
himself. . .
"Eight dollars and a half coming to
■le," be »aid, aa he almost naTagely
•wung around to mix Th« car f«lt
tha current and sprang forward along
Ilia uliiniitg ribbon* at »t»fl wbl<-h ahovr
«d up in th« glow or the h«Md>igbt in th«
endlcas tUetch of white «h«»Hil.
The city had been left behind and the
farm houses quickly slid back into the
shadow* a* the car aped by. The »hiu
iiiK rails no longer «bow« lup ahead. It
wax all a dead level of whit*. The swift
ly-falling kiiow had covered with Hh
mnntle tin" rs»ils of the line, but the
wheels still (link through It and clutch
ing the rail drank in the electric fluid.
Thoroughly acquainted with the road,
■nd with the car under perfect control,
VVt>mpr>r. one of the most careful, but |
also one of the newest men on the road,
had no misarivinj;* ah he sped aloug the
■now covered way, Suddenly ahead there
was i bluish lijrht which seemed]to dance
il' the nil 1. "My (Sod. what's this"?"' he
exclaimed iis h«isprang from his seat
white a* the driven snow which cur
rounded the car. He slint oft' the cur
rent and put on the air with such force
as to bring l"he car almost t.i a stand
still, and throw the passengers from
their scats. Quickly the controller ■nuns
around and the car xlowly started to
move backward. To the man in the
vestibule it seemed mm age before the
wheels began to revolve backward, The
car was on n long but abrupt curve.
\Veinp»r knew what the bluish light
meant. It was an inbound coming to
ward him at full speed.
What oflnswl the mixup Wemper did
not know, but he did know that to be
caught oq that curve meant certain death
to himself and the sixty odd passengers
on the car. The headlight of the ap
proaching car now loomed into view . It
was coining at breakneck speed, but
Wemper'a cur with its load of human be
ings was now atao speeding backward.
There had been no orders at the last
telephone booth and the out-l>ound car
was supposed to have a clear track.
Whatever the error, it was a palpable
fact that the coming car was upon him.
There seemed to be no effort on the
part of the man in the other vestibule to
attempt to check the speed and the most
[temper could hope to d*«wai to lessen
the force of the collision. On came the
opposite car until less than 100 feet. It
was one of the newest and most power
ful on the road and Kemper's heart
dropped as he realized that fact. The
passengers by this time had ascertained
they were speeding back, and the con
ductor had his hands full striving to
check the panic.
Ixvoking now right Into the vestibule
of the opposing car, Wemper saw a livid
face with glaring eyes. One strong, bony
hand clutched the controller, trying to
force it still further around to get more
speed. There was a terrible smile on
the white face. The man was mud. A
cold sweat broke out on the forehead of
Wemper. A cottage within which sat 11
woman smoothing the hair of a little boy
white her body swayed gently to and
fro iii «he lulled the baby to sleep, ram«
before hi* vision. Who , would fill the
empty larder now? Who replenish the
dwindling roelpile? A groan burst from
him as they, pursuer and punned, sped
by the power MtHtiiMi mid back over the
witch. There was no danger from be
hind and fliey dashed on buck into dark
ness, leaving the » ib-»tarion keeper root-
Ed to the spot wilh astonishment. The
fatal me* was drawing to a <-lo.se. Not
ten feet, now intervened between the
headlight* of tin- two earn when mi.l
de.nlr there wat pitch darkness. The
speed ■of the earn slackened and the
wild jn-boiin<l gently on me upon the spe
i rial. There whs a crashing of jtlhkh as
the two headlight*. now dull and dark.
I mine together: a slight jar and the dan
i ger was passed. The tub-station tender
with ■ viMi-li'irn gleam of ronuuon
sense hnd stopped the machinery and
I turned "IT the power.
Springing from the ?e»tibul« n< rood
is lie realized what had happened, Wem
per cliinbed>into tlie vestibule of the
i other cur, livid with rage at the danger
Into which the other motorinan had
placed him. There was no need for his
- anger, for it was a dead hand that held
the controller, and the stare was one of
combined tnadnem and death, Not a
living soul was on the in-bouiid car.
Turning off the enrreat, Wempe.r took
the controller from the <"lilTprin(r fingers
and ran back to the sub-station, about
CUTTING CHRISTMAS TREES.
a quarter of a mile, and the power was
once more turned on. During his absence
the truth was discovered And when he
came beck to the well-lighted and com
paratively uninjured car, a cheer went
up. The men passengers grabbed him
by the hand, while the women shed tears
of gratitude. Ilia own eyes moistened
and a lump came in his throat as he
thought Of the cottage and its occupants.
Coupling the two cars the journey was
resumed and the passengers began ,to
gel off. As they did so every one drop
ped something in the hat at the door.
When the end of the run was reached, a
man came forward. In his hand he held
a bat which was stuffed full of bills and
silver. Taking a slip of paper from his
pocket the passenger folded it and turned
it with the other contents of the hat, into
the cap of the astonished Wemper.
"Take this with a Merry Christmas
and a God bless you from the passengers
you saved from death," he said, and then
left the ear.
His eyes glistening, Wemper counted
the tre.isure. There was over a hundred
dollars la money. The slip of paper was
tlie check of a prominent banker of the
town at the end of the line for $100.
"A Christmas Tor the wee ones, after
all," exclaimed Weinper, his face light
ing up. •'Here, Bill." he shouted to the
conductor. '"We go whacks on the
Bill wm loth te aec«pt, but dually con
■anNd aad there were two merry Obrie*
raa«M on the Main Tine. - Detroit Free
Pre -' -■ '. ■ ■" ■- ■"'■■■
FEEDING THE BIRDS.
A: Happy ChrUtmaa Custom Among
Christina* is celebrated in Sweden to
an extent unknown in our country, and
the celebration is not over until Jan. 18,
or "twentieth day Yule." A very pretty
feature of the festivities is thus describ
ed by a writer who has visited that
country: One'wintry afternoon, at Jul
tide (as the ■•••on is called), 1 had been
ska tin i on a pretty lake three miles
from Gothenberf. On my way home I
noticed that at every fnrnipr's house
there was erected, in the middle of the
yard, a pole, to the top of which was
bound :i large, full sheaf of grain. "Why
is this?" 1 n.<ked my comrade. '"Oh.
that* for the birds, the little wild birds.
They must have a merry Christmas, too.
you know." And so it is; not a peasant
in Sweden will sit down to a Christmas
dinner within doors until he has first rais
ed aloft a Christmas dinner for the birds
in the cold and snow without.—Pitts-
Two Christina* Games.
A Ynletide version of the donkey par
ty is played thus: On a shoet sketch or
paste n donlifn of a Christmas tree. Have
ench brunch of the tree terminate in a
circle containing a number, using the
numbers from one to ten or one to twen
ty-five, according to the size of the tree.
Each person playing: is blindfolded la
turn and is given a rosette with which
he must "decorate the tree." Each per
son aims to pin his or her rosette on or
near to the highest number of the tree.
Each competitor has three trials, the
three numbers to which he pins nearest
being written down to his credit by the
hostess, who keeps tally. The one whose
three numbers added together gives the
largest sum total wins the first prize.
"Christmas candles" is a good old
time game. A lighted candle is placed
upon a table. The player is blindfolded
and stationed with his back to the candle,
about a foot from It. He's then told to
take three steps forward, turn around
three times, then to walk four Btepa
toward the candle and blow it out. His
attempt to do so will probably be as
amusing to the audience as disconcerting
"After all," said the busy merchant,
"Christmas comes but once a year."
"i'es," rejoined the old man who had
seveu children and nineteen graudchil
dren, "and I'm heartily glad of It."
The night before Christmas is one of
the rare occasions on which the small boy
is threatened with lasomaia.—Puck.
L*«t nl«ht th«y had n Phri.»
A lot T k? 1 M(I"«"H M»«h«w. !
Wl/ ft? Chrutra-«- o,
The ppearher rod* to m.-tln- i-
Mad, "1.7? W"KOn ° ln a ■«
!?• vs^^ 111 -* wonderfu!: but then»
" ''"oV^rr,," 9 rev-nt »'t somehow
!; it a?^,-?^ W\tiß if§3
Ah, 'tivas a sonjr to bwpll the heart' Th»
. . or X'"' thundered loud b*
ADd Co? rlth d, *» havenward the voice.
* '^'^%± 'arth «'
Mr°V^t''< J-P- gw"ere the Hv, ng
And "^."mr* 1 a Tol<ie *■ hi«h- *■*
f. floatlnit down-
SS^Tw vUlon from that ChrUt-
Ah, they were blue ax dimmer skles
those tender eyes I knew;
The paradise that lay within my little
And as the aweet-vnleed singer sang, again
there came to me
A vision of the old log church, the little
< nrisl mas-tree
Ablaze with tiny lights; I heard a voice I
used to know
And love In those old ("hrtstmaa ttmei of
fifty years a«o.
I felt her hand upon my arm; I heard the
sleigh Moils ring;
And through my mind the echoes ran, "Let
Heaven and Nature Slngt"
I »aw again the cedars bend beneath the
Again 1 felt my sweetheart's kiss of fifty
Sing on for aye, O triumph song! My spirit
And joins an anthem all divine, a song of
I've cast away the thralls of age, flung off
the yoke of time;
The mistletoe and holly boughs above vi
wreathe and climb.
The Bonn: was done. The lights were out.
The echoes all were still—
The blue eyes once more sleeping on the
And I am old —nil. very old! and yet my
Have caught a gleam prophetic from th«
Kutps of paradise.
"Joy to the World!" I ' quuvor o'er the
haunting old refrain
And smile on through the lonely team that
fall like Bummer rain;
For every year that bows my head but
nearer brings, I know,
My love of those old Christmas times of
llfty yearn ago.
—Lowell OtiiH Reese, In Leslie's Weekly,
CHRISTMAS IN SERVIA.
Sunta Clans Receives Presents Instead
of Giving Them.
In Scrvia they keep Christmas eve In
a somewhat peculiar way. The father of
the family goes into the wood and cuts
down a straight young oak, choosing the
most perfect he can flnu. He brings it
in, saying, "Good evening and a happy
Christinas," to which those present say,
"May God grant both to thee, and
mnyeat thou have riches and honor!"
Then they throw over him grains of
corn. Presently the young tree is placed
upon the coals, where it remains until
Christmas morning, which they salute by
repeated firings of a pistol.
The national dish In Servia is pork.
The poorest family in Servia will pinch
themselves all through the year so as to
have money enough to buy a pig < at
Christmas. Skewered to a long piece
of wood, the pig is turned over a blazing
fire until cooked, the guests watching
the process with increasing interest. Af
ter dinner stories are told and songs
sung. Santa (Mans, who, in the person
of an honored guest, is present to receive
instead of,to give presents, departs, af
ter the feast, decorated with a long ring
of cakes around his neck and laden with
such gifts as his friends can bestow.
Good Thing, Too.
The Christmas Tree—lt in ftrang*
that children are so ,Treen as to believe
in the existence of a Santa Glaus.
The Christmas Candle (sputteringly)—
But they are not evergreen.—Woman •
"Bessie, have you written your lett«
to Santa Claus?" r
"Yes, ma; but don't you go an «i«
It to pa to mail."
Ring Out the Old, llinjc in the New.
Pat-Whoy is th* owld year loikt •
whet towel, Nora, darlint?
Pat—Becase they always ring it oat