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? Christmas
?s about tihe ?gil
?Ba_b_u?n?*?_s
tsar?? t?
?Tie.
brief
lioU's
down s*t
that h?
hi? ir.
?lairs in
trurcks, cu'rn_f<
o aid not
,e ground
eat addition to
>ne*a down.
r?_s and Impa
rned the 1.
, quite for?get
ra-igbten-ad out
nd ts-s*-?-*'
ting his late
<irJtninderstc>od 01
ones in t_tc easy, yet foix*eP_l n_MUier
ttvat liad won for h_m tauny pTarno
tions in lo? s? the egress <xm
pany.
The utpetairs cl-erks l?aft the otBteu at
aal hour, ?but <*tov
ry d^artaoen
i*np_?o_ in the wo
wor?_? With his mic<?fiaeor,
ok down his hart and stArted
for the door.
i-ioM on
.ou te
on-1
goi: ? m turkey?"
-?C*j*??"-**i *e," said the new c
?*-piea_e oi?wp__.
provemenfandS
us we p'**^**-*?s_ "?**-'
this peoijVvj %,'-, -
up
but
?_<?_ .
vas a
was
put him out
an you u_c
too. and i a rioon."
A newspaper lay on k and,
not knew lag what eine to ?do, Peter
wrapped It around the turkey aa far
as ?t would go, and went Into the s*.
_ the bird un?i_eT 1*_B arm. He was
alTeady very late for and on
reachin-g hi<s room threw. **key
on the b?3d, washed l*urriedly. and wem
d^?n for b'a dinner. It bad been a
long, bard day and this was bis first
moment otf relaxation. ?He Hngered
over liis me-al, h&d a ?moke aftenwards
in the tobby; but suddenly rea?e?n_ber
ing bia new .rt-?spon-sfbirity he went
'back to hi? ro-c?tn- le_i_i_?g agai ne:
head of ?the *r.ed while the
?l*??rafwl?e?d ungr_?r?trfirily at the forot.
"What ?on eart*"_ -will il <_o wit_ k?"
queetiorii-d Peter, but as \he turkey had
no be3d it could otter no laoliition to
the proMetn.
Peter's proniotjon an
transfer to -San
hut a nxjmth ?earl-i
friend In t?
the hird as a
not want to turn it or<
prletor otf 1. and
bade i
room
/**_**ini__A.
quent
___f>T re<-"
n't a
lg*h?t offer
Hp did
bis
. ? parc?
mfhi da
... ?pi
?
I um ?y
The
-d the
ui ad
-?-?al
mgback
at ?bad been
.?-cats, bat ?s
**xj*e, h"
and back to |
added to tb- itn? air.
tro o>ro\vd bad
crea be s-anae :
watJ :ance of find?, g a welcome
for his ? e-roed as ??flim ?s ?be-*!
fore, t?l the sou**?,? of a dnwn and tam
?-j-ourfcne ca-U-ed fais attention, to a croup
of exhortera troto, a mission ha-H and-.
img at the ?corner. They tt-stme-diately
stxapQM playin?**. hOT-v?*jver, and ujArohod
in?eetdi*?: pl-ac-e. Peter
knew tost they ?ave a dhwer to poor
men every Christzn-as, and believin-*:
Chat here bis turkey would find w<H
come, was ?goirvg up the step? wtik* led
to tibe ?miesion hal-1 when be enconu
ed a ta?? canton flannel Santa
Claus, with hair and whiskers of white
Cotton. He ?held a coin ?box ready for
donations, bi jaa.u<Bed. He bed
a tender rf-oollectkm of has -childish
?-f in Santa (flaut?, but this ?cari?-?- {
ture o*jtraced it. He knew the atiaaton
ball would be ope? till iate and in tue
he might h-ave to return.there wit*
bird, but he decided to make o**e
more effort to dl repose of it elsewhere.
vAg-ain he Join phi the ?stream of hu?
manity on Mark??* ng him
seif to 1> the
throng. Birds of a feather flock to?
gether, and perhaps bind? without a
same .h-aibit At an*.
rate, without any ; bis
front of : >w of a poultry ny
et, ga/.<ng a*
\0- ??J*#f "**b*-li?ath his arm A few
; u the Sit ?
??d a e>e. nan.
saunter off, and then
mania bam change
his mind so ?.red
sbe
was too absorbed in admiraci?n of
laughng fowls to heed any!
re
mfi*i mte at home.
looked '?ess slim arad pale
a j.? lair,
and . rom
.aca?-*?-* a lese *?-?*--*n*r*
have ?coi
course in the office ?as warrant for
stpeakin-f; less was
as '. ed his sena?es tog?
o wonder at her being down
i alone on iwich a nitaht h
.skhig .anxiously.
responded a little wo
i who had just ?txane out of the
poultry ^ho?i>. **An' don't you be too
iiVed, ?darliu'. They was
a pound, i-v'ry wan ?of
.1, an' that large ye -wouldn't be?ave
omen be
doin* w4d a bird Jike that?"
"I know it's foolish, Granny, out
we've never had a 'turkey, and I did
want on I'istmas.' said Katie,
with a lingering took at the window
"So ye conld-'v-e, if ye hadn't bought
me thia coat." replied the old dady.
?thftng her broactototh.
"You n-^ede-d it, Granny, and it's very
?ming." aha ?added a? ?he turned
vfcow. ?She took her grand
motn^r'g ?arm and started up the Btr
foltow-ed them. Al?
ga be Jacked tfee oo*ura?e to speak
to the gin and offer her tb*-> turkey, he
wsa non?; the lenta <dete-*n*An<ed that she
should have he must
ived. for 'Katie,
San Francisco," was hardly an -adrlreee
.?.?s *giit. He did not -
of t is and ha
ras one of \*&i large ?pay-a?-.
s all paseeagers
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! A VISIT FROM SAINT
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The Old Poem by Clement ?Clarke Moore. \\
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through A
| ! the house | |
NTot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were h?C^i^ the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint NichriSs soon would be there; ??
children were ne?tl?;?fl nil snug in their beds, ||
While visions of sugAr-p?ums danced in their heads; |
And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, u
Hat! just settled our brains for a long winler*s nap? ??
?tA* the lawn there ar?se such ?'clatter, ||
I sprang frmn my bed to see what was the matter. *
Away to -he window 1 new like a flash. <
Tore op m the shutters and threw up the sash. ?
T'i ?ui the breast of the new fallen snow |
| | Gave a luster of midday to objects below; |
When what to my wondering ?yes should appear,
Hut a miniature sleigh and ?'ight tiny reindeer, ?
,, With a little old driver, so lively and quick }
?.*j | 1 knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick. |
M?)re rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
.And he whistled and shouted, and <-;illed them by name; <
Dasher! now. Dancer! now, Praneer and Vixen! !
M ! Comet! on. Tupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! ;
To the top of the norch, to the top of the wall !
Now da- . dash aw-ay. dash away all!"
L> As dry 1 at before the wild hurricane fly, ?
\\\ When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, |
||| So up to the house-top the ?-oursers they flew, ;
With the sleigh full of toys?and Saint Nicholas too
? i And then in a twinkling 1 heard on the roof - ?j
M l The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
! drew in my head, and was turning around. <
\vn Mn' chimney ?Saint Nicholas came with a bound. <
0 lb' was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, |
\\\ And his clothes were all tarnished wit?i ashes and soot |
M| A bundle of toys he had thins: on his back,
And he looked like a i>eddler just opening his pack. ',
His eyes how th?\v twinkled! his dimples how merry! \
|1 His rheeks were like roses, his noce like a cherry;
|| His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
|o And the beard on his chin was as while as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth.
1 o And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
X He had a broad face and a littK* round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full af jelly,
lie was chubby and plumb?a right jolly old elf -
\ And ? laughed, when I saw him. in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
?Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
||| And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod. up the chimney he ros*\
\ ? ITe sprang to bis sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
11 And away they all flew like the down of a thistle:
But I beard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
''Happy Christmas to all. and to all a goodnight!"
either down town or in 'bed.
At first Katie and her grandmother
waJked slowly and Peter with difficulty
.?led. overtaking them. Then for
ie reason they quickened their pace
and he increased hie to ?correspond.
?enfly Granny coirid not keep ?j?s
ong and they ?had to slow up again.
r or twice, Katie looked around
lid eor-rethin-g to her com
--?ndered if she had
-gnized him and was telling Granny
who he was. Ndar them was a house
r lighted than the oth-ere; l>etwe?&n
?r>d the next, the last one ?on the
street, was a long ?str?-toh of inky dark?
ness. Peter had to ch>ooee between
? ou Id at once dls
iat he was following
- hill past the last
.lion be
course,
i give the "woii
passed.
^iee8 in low ?
fombled for the key
ater he saw the light
?ig frecn the ootta-ge.
i otf the llg-bted
; a a?-nrupi?
i the front door, t?*.
Oon-I
d wl*.**'
1 as he took
his last step this foot struck a milk
bot ?tie half concealed by the post, and
before it stopped romng, the door was
tiire*vn open and the light streamed
out upon him. Katie had one arm
about her .grandmother; in the other
hand she hehi a lighted lamp. Instant?
ly he could see that tbey had screwed
up their ?courage for a last stand
against a supposed ?highwa*--*aiJan.
'?What <jp ye mane by followin' us?"
demanded the tTemibJSng old voice, the
fright in it struggling with indgnation.
"Oh!" sad Pet-,?-, snatching off his
hat. "Did I scare you? Wjhat a fool I
was not to think of it! You know me,
Misa?-MSas Katie," he ?continued eag?
erly. "Sure you remember me?you
see me every da*
"You're?you're the young man that
comes up ?with the h?ls," exclaimed
Katie with a ?3-gh of rettef.
"Oho!" said Granny. "So ye know
wan another, and it'3 no robber ye are
at all."
sVe don't exactly know each- other,'
explained Peter, with a side glance at
"Katie, "but my asxne in Peter Harney,
and we work In the ?ame ptace."
"Sure that's bein' acquainted,'' ?said
Granny. "And what may ye be doin
away out heTe the night?"
Peter took the bird from under hi?
arm. "It'e a turkey that was given
mo," ?a ?said, "and I meant to tie 11
our door -knob, then knock, and rur
away." / '
K-k and ?come In Is better,"*
laughed G-ran-ny. "We took ye for a
that. Saeta Claus bimseif ye
are! We'll take thy turkey if you'll
up tomorrow and help eat it."
la ring to a?t?cept without her
on, Peter looked at Katie.
; ; i cook it myself," she saitl a*__il-1
inc.
"?Come right in," said Katie the next |
day, when she answered Peter's knock. !
?ITri ha?te It once more and then itsl
done."
He followed her into the tinyddning
r<_o?_, then with some boldnes? into
the kitchen beyond. He watched her
as she kneeled down before the oven j
door and drew the crf-apy brown turkey
forward for the final totocb. Her Little
<*otton dress wae pink and bene_th her
flushed che?#at8 lay a coblar o? white
lace.
"If they give ?me a turkey next
year," said Peter softly, "I'll know
what I want to do with It"
Talk ?Costs Nothing.
There is an old adage about talk be
ins* cheap, and It appears to be espe
c ially applicable to the movement fos?
tered by Mrs. A. Moore, Jr., for build?
ing a church as a memorial to the
Southern mammy.
Mrs. Moore has received newspaper
clippings and -letters from practically
every secUon, landing her in the most
extravagant sentences for her Idea, and
expressing great hopes for the success
of the movement?but, so fsr. very
little financial encouragement has been
received.
It can't be done In that fashion.
To erect a monument, whether It be
shaped as a church or In some other
form, money Is necessary. And. un?
less money contributions are forth?
coming, the movement will Jag very
j-nnwiy.
"Talk is cheap."?Clarke Courier.
Granted.
"Ah," cried the Count, gallantly, as
he bent low before the American
beauty, "I would 1 was ze glove upon
your hand."
"You may act In that capacity.
Count." she replied, graciously. "I
never wear a glove more than once,
and then I give It to my maid."?
Harper's Weekly.
He Was Willing.
There was recently haled Into an
Alabama court a little Irishman to
whom the thing was a ne~ expe?
rience. He was, however, unabashed,
and wore an air of a man determined
not to get the worst of it.
"Prisoner at the bar," called out
the clerk, "do you wish to challenge
any of the Jury?"
Whereupon the Celt looked the
men in the box over and vsry care?
fully and with a skilled eye.
"Well, I tell ye," he finally replied:
"Oi'm not exactly in tralnln', but Ol
could put off a round or two with
that fat old boy In th' corner."?L4p
pincott's.
The Muff,
nator Horah was talking: about a
disgruntled political opponent.
"His attitual.?," salai tlie eloquent
senator, "reminds DM of a young lady
at the seashore.
"1 ttacusal?g Ulis young lady and a
Chicago millionaire, a girl reniai
" She says he's not a very good
?-.-itch, .liter all.'
Irl, tossing her ht?ad, then
made the comment:
that, does she? Then lie
must have dropped her." "
Quite Varied,
ihould think life would be ter?
ribly monotonous in tho winter down
at Lonelyville." said Dubbs, sympa?
thetically.
"Monotonous?" ?r?choed Pllkin*?,
blithely. "What an idea! Come down
some time and wutch the never-end?
ing processhin of cooks going and
in??;, day after day, from
va-iir's end to the other!"?Harper's
Weekly.
Chafing Dish Apron?.
Were not the hostess of a chafing
dish party to wear a fancy apron the
rtainment would not be a com?
plete suet ess. Kvery guest would real?
ize that something was lacking In the
mise en scene and be conscious of a
vague hunger not to be allayed by
the most uppeti_ing of chicken a la
King, Welsh rabbit or lobster a la
Xeshurg.
All of the new chafing dish aprons
are worthy of being copied. The ques?
tion is, which of the models would
best be chosen. But that difficulty
may be overcome by searching Ihe
household "remnant trunk" for suit?
able materials?a list including net.
lace, muslin, embroideries, chiffon,
silk, satin and velvet.
Daintiest among the lingerie aprons
are those of finest Irish linen, cf
French linon or of batiste. A yard
of Ihe sheer white material wi? be
ample for the pinafore, its bib or
bretelles, but the amount of lace
should not be skimped, as edgings
and Insertions of fine mesh give the
little accessory the frivolous, coquet?
tish touch.
The Use of Brrocade.
Soft brocades are still being used
very effectively as coats and skirts.
Many of them are chosen from among
the renks of soft domestic brocades
originally intended for upholstery, or
for paneling walls. They are, of course,
all in one color, the difference
tucen the background and the bro
caded patterns affording quite enough
relief. A very smart example is in
stone-colored brocade with a pattern
of roses well intertwined. The skirt
is drawn up in fullness on the left
side, where a line of skunk starts,
which sweeps around to form a hem.
The coat has a collar and cuffs of
skunk, and is faced in the inner BluSs
with dull blue embroidery, which
matches the dull Mue of the chiffon
blouse and the dull blue velvet of the
| hat bordered with skunk.
_AH?r*e in Blunderland.
" 'The time has come,' the Plr.cher
said,
'To slander everything;
To upset trust?and government?
And President?and Klns
To see there is no credit left
When we have had our Flinrg!'
" 'It does seem rude.' tine Pincher
cooed*,
To fleece them one and all.
After they've been so prompt about
ponding to our <
The 1 said nothing but
purs? has grown too small!'
"Ois, people," said the harvester,
'You've seen some bully spo
II be getting car-fare out?'
Lut answer came there naugbti
And tnis was scarcely odd becau-T*1
It was in vain they sought.
" 'Poor people!' sighed the harvester,
'We'll take you on our cart.
The trials of the worthy poor
We always have at heart.
Now, If you're ready, my d??ar friends,
We shall get in and star
?Harper's Weekly.
Stories for Little People
A \r.\\ KIM) OF CHRISTMAS TREE, i
Away out on the desert of Caitfor
u1a, on a large ranch, lives a little
boy named Morris, with his father
and mother. Lt la a beauiful place
wuere large palms grow wild aud
there are apiiugs of cool water. In
the quiet pools about them are many
tiny fish, and here among the tul-es.
or cattails as you would say, pray
the little Indian children.
When Morris was four*"ye:*"**? o?d
his grandparents came out from Los
Angeles to spend the Christmas holi?
day week with them, and to welcome
the new year in thds lonely place.
Little Morris has no playmates of
bis own color, so he has plenty of
toys and books. The little Indiana
come ?sometimes to the ranch, and
Morris is always kind and generous to
they, but they do not "sabe play toys,"
they say. Their play is with their
dogs, por* leg and birds, and in swim
mang about in the water or tumbling
on the sand.
?Morris had been a ?good boy all
the year, so Saata Claus sent many
gifts for him.
The little fellow was asleep In his
nest utioer the cotton-woods when his
father brought the tree to hold bis
gifts. The tree was an e**e--*gi*een, but
not like the ones most little boys are
used to seeing. It was the Hmb of
a native tree of the desert called the
palo verde tree. The word? are ?Span?
ish and mean green stick. The palo
verde trrees are so nearly bare of '
leaves that one must search well to '
find the few tiny fernlike ones-, but,
the tree's trunk? main branches, small-1
er branches and out to the ends of
the tiniest twigs are a beautifully
bright pea green. In the spring these
trees are Hke im?nense fragrant bou?
quets of dainty sweet pea blo*woms,
and the bees hum busily ?(bout them.
A few weeks later the trees are cov?
ered with long green pods filled with
seeds like beans.
"When MoitIs woke fronx his nap
he was taken out In the field. The
sun had disappeared beibind a tall
peak and the ranch lay in ?Its Shadow.
About the palo verde tree laden
with toy?, books and pretty things sat
-ien little Indian boys and girte.
Grandfather played ?the part of San?
ta Claus, but did not wear the heavy
furs, else he might have meDfeed in
this warm air even at ?Christmas time.
Morris gave a prettily dressed doll
and a ?sack of goodies to each Mttle
Indian girl, and .marbles, top? and
ba-lls wib a sack of goodies to each
little Indian boy.
They were weil trained and good
Mtt!e -Cnitholics. so they knew about
the Christ-Child and said. "Gracias!"
(tbank you) politely for each gift.
Their round black eye? grew larger,
and they grinned coMentedly, and
Morris was very happy Indeed.
How would you like to spend just
one Christmas on the desert?
THE TWO PE\NU>.
Once upon a time there were two
pennies. One of them was diuli and
bent, the other was brtg*ht and new,
and they lived together in a little
boy's e/hiaa bank that stood on the
nursery mantelshelf. When the little*
boy climbed upon a chair and reached
up to where the bank was te shook
it Just for the fun of bearing the two
pennies Jump about Inside.
But there were ever so many things
that thoee two pennies tmdght buy!
They might buy white frosted cakes
?two of them; tbey might buy two
sticks of candy, or two round, red
snow apples with polished, glossy skin?*.
They might buy a whistle or marb
Ail of these things and more kai
the peonies buy, even if spent singly.
If put together they nilght buy almost
anything, the little boy thought.
Thon, In fun, he turned his bank
upside down to cee if either of the
penniea would come out?and what
do you think happened? Why, the dull
bent penny so.x-ehow slipped throu;-h
the narrow slit in the bank and rolled
right on to the oarpet on the floor.
The little boy felt very rich as be
carried It about In hi? pocket, and
when he went to walk with his nurse
he wanted to spend It at the first store
they pasaed. That was a candy store,
and in a twinkling the dull bent penny
was exchanged for a peppermint stick.
AlmoBt before the Hule boy reachsJ
the door the candy was ?beif eaten?
all buv a very sticky end that clung
to his mitten. When that war: gone
there was nothing at all tc snow for
?the penny. Ttiv little boy was no
happier for having ?spent hie pe*!*\y;
?0 fact he was sorry because he re?
membered how many other things he
might have used H for.
On his way home be Jooked m at
the toy-shop window. There was a
ragged little lame boy looking at the
toys iaer?. It was a ? *y soldier that
seemed to interest ?Mai most.
"Hello*" said our -little boy. "When
I bad my two pennies I could have
had 'most anything in thie wimtow.
Now I've spent one, but I can buy
any of the tbiings that dont cost
quite eo much."
"If I had a penny I'd buy that sol?
dier." ?aid the lame boy. "He's such
a spieudld one and ?o ?brave, f?vtry
-morning I try to walk up here to
look at him."
? I'd like best to have the 'aorie
and i he cart, and the bull," cur ?i*ia
boy fjfgeste?!. He d?d not have time
to say more, for h*is nurse called him
to como. But he waved his hand to
the lame ?boy. "I'li be back tomor?
row morning when I go to walk, and
we'll play pretend that we can hav*
everythdn-g we ohoo?e," he ?called.
WTien the little boy e-book bis sank
that night the bright penny did no*
make as much noise as the two pen
I nie? had together.
Suddenly he ihotnght of the r-Ofc
lame boy.
" T would be a really *u**rl/ Christ
ij?t?? surn-iae present if 1 gave it tc
htm," he mused. "I 'spect he'd be ?evei
an' ever so happy. U just believe It
give it to him for his -Ciin?rtmas."
In -the -non-oing, as soon as he wa*
dressed, the little boy ?trlimtxad ?on tc
a chair beside the tr*da**^tele*hel*f an*
tried to shake the bright nerw penn*
out of his bank. Finally, after emuct
1 coaxiug, it slipped out and lay?-,
shiny disk?on the Httle boy's lap.
11?' could hardly wait to eat hi
! breakfaest, and he hopped and dance?
! all the way to the store.
When he turned the corner, suri
enough, the little lame boy was ther
at the toy-sfhop wndow playing tha
; the soldier was this.
"It is truly yearns," cried th.
boy. "You can buy it with the brigb
penny. It's a s'prise prese**!, it is!
og-ther they went into the stor
to buy the soldier.
When the Utile boy went ?to be
that night, before the light was pu
out he glanced up at the mantelshelf t
wbero he china bank stiM stood. Th
dull bent penny and the bright ne^
penny were gone, but as the llttl
boy looked at the ?bank he smile
happily to hinwelf.
Games for Christmas Day
THE GAME OF THE ?^MSTMAS
( ASD7K.
C.-t-riatniaa ffjames* for K*5hrt?stm?a
Day ?houid be JusA the jofl1t_*t and
most TOl*H?*?_in?g sort ?one ?can find,
and one that will make ?swn'body
laugh in apile of Mm_el*f is the ?Game
of the Christmas ?Candle.
?Tlhis should be played under the
supe-rvviidon of an ok?er poraon. To
play It after the fa_ihio_ of the little
EngMst _bHdr<e?n c_ the time of Qu -en
Enizabeth quite a tong, fat wax can?
dle should be provided, with one ?rihild
chosen to hold the lighted candle and
another to try to blow it out. *J*-*_e
"bk)w?2r" is placed a few feet away
frocn the candle, which 1s ?h*stl?_ -at
the height of his head, and facing it.
He is then blindfolded, turned around
three times, and told to take a? many
ste-ps as be was *?*?t"*?Ti_red to bt?fare,
and in the dJrec??o_ he thinks the
candle to be. Then he blows, trying
to put out the candle's flame. Per?
haps the child-walked straight away
from the candle. Anyway ?his a*tt?e*mpts
will be very funny indeed as he puffs
out his cheeks and blo"W'-?*~--probaibty
in the wrong ?direction?and they will,
cause mn?ih ini?s-i*ri?_?iOnt among other
children. Another way of playing
this can?rTle garr.ie is to nse one of
the tiny unburnable ?CJTtirlstmas trees
c*h are to ?be found in the favor
?hope. Very s?!-?"*! ?r*olor*3d ?c??*nd*fe?i
aire fartaned to the tree and lighted,
and on? .l?t_a it ?whS!? a second
bd*i??iifold?3d les to see how
many csxsu?Ue fl?_nie? he can blow out
at one atteropt. A row eft the ordi?
nary <f^rt?Btmas candles may ho fta
I tened with pins to a holly wreath
i so that they stand) upright as the
I wreath flea upon? a taihle. As in the
I case of the tiny Christmas) tree the
! blindfolded <M*d tries to Wow out
| the flames of as many candles aa pos
! subie A prize for the most success
? ful bkkwer -will add to the fun ?of
! these eandde gamee,
\ CHRISTMAS SHIP IS VERY FUNNY.
The -C?nr?-s*ma? Ship is the very fun
; niest game of ail. The children sit
, in a circle to play It. ?One child who
starts the game sayo to hi? neightbor;
"The Christmae ship ha? come in."
**Wlhat did it bring you?" asks the
. next ?child.
"A Jumping Jack," say? the first
| child perhaps, beginning at cnce to
Imitate the hopping motions of a toy
1 Jum?ping Jack.
F The cbild to whom be ?spoke must
! also play at being a Jumping Jack,
! saying at the same time to hi? neigh
I bor:
My Cbxisttiia? snip has ?come to."
i "What did it ?bring you?" repeats
! his neighbor.
"A lion," says toe Jumping Jack,
trying to cont?n-*? has hopping
I to roar at the same time.
The third child must r**-***,. ?.oo,
gives the child ?-.i-xt to hton
i ship informatio*. and shows ?jflhkrb ..to-y
he ii ate.
?" a few human jux.p'ng'
Jacks are in m*>*?on. some ?of the 1
j roaring, two or three train? steaming
: around the room, and some Utile girl
dol?a tr omina and Papa,
d in jiist one grand.
The D?t>ctor,s Dilemma.
A doctor in an
very busy for aevrral d-<
worn out an?1 t to
bea one n
Just ar- he dropped off a summon*
??me from a house half a mile away.
The lady of the hoi all said,
was dying of a he;
The sleepy do
somehow an.)
trf** patent? <*n?was
!i*mJ'ed, breathing
Ttoe doctor could find nothing spe?
ar wrong, but the woman was
\
"Cough I" he ordered. Si
not. Then he put hi? i>ar i
heart and at?
Nex
the woman counting f
"Ten thousand and f<
i sand and forty-elght
Tt**n?i?r*av??riaa to Se l*o!Ita.
-*I>ook out down there!"
aft<*r a heavy beam had fallen from the
sixteenth story.
Vhat's the use looking out r
oalled a ma: ;-.ad narrowly *a?
caped bei
'Tb-re mayn't be snny u??, but I
thought ye? might be provoked if I
?ifln i notice it.'?Judge's Library.
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