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A Happy lew lm
This space will be occupiedduring the
year 1891 byjtie
As A Settlement Before the War 12,
and Who Some of its People Are.
Ou the Duck River Valley railway,
and over teu miles from Columbia, id
Park Station, aud a busy little place
it in, having a big extent of country
to Hupport it ; customers aud traders
coming from all the bills and valleys
for m lieu.
Hamuel Park came to the vicinity
when the country was a cane brake
before 1S12. His sou J. 8. A. Park is
now seventy-eight yeai s of age, aud
there are not many old men like him
as to vigorous capacity. He was
boru here and his son, (1. V. Park, is
the prime mover of the regions prop
erty, as he is a manufacturer iu grist,
saw aud shingle milling, also mer
chant, farmer and stock-raiser. Fur
ther he is officially post-master, rail
way agent and express agent. The
firm is G. W. Park & Sou, and a great
deal of the business devolves upon
the junior partner Erastus J. Park,
who gives the mercantile department
and others, energetic attention, and
he Is a young gentleman of excep
tional ability. ; -l
Tae Park farms encompass not far
from ?iO acres, and are beautifully
situated and traversed by Silver
Creetc, Fountain Creek and three
splendid springs. The mercantile
house carries an excellent stock, and
is selling extensively on the cash
basis, which was adopted on the loth
of December. )
The Park Mills have twenty horse
power and cauuot get cars enough to
supply orders for logs, lumber and
shingles. Park Station is one of the
best shipping points on the -Duck
River branch, aud has the people to
make it grow and develop the coun
try at large.
U. W. Park has been in the mer
cantile business siuce lHGtf aud was a
fallant member of the 1st Tennessee,
le is a thorough business man- and
can always be found at his offices or
within call, which has been au ex
cellent characteristic of the Park's
for generations. He Is held in high
esteem by all who know him aud
tinauciafly aud socially he has gained
a high reputation us to being respon
sible in business and a representative
geutleman in'every respect.
About a mile irom rarK btauon is
ORESIIAM STOCK FARM.
It became the property of lienomi
' Gresham, who came from Virginia iu
the early twenties, and its grand lo
' cation shows that the meu of that
time loved the beauty of nature a..i
well as good fields aud grazing hills.
V. 11. Uresham, sou of the aforesaid,
is now the proprietor, anff he is niak
- lag it a graud place. The handsome
home stands high, and grants line
Tiews, including Park Station, the
railway,' aud miles of Maury county
The big barn measures 100 feet long
by 50 wide aud is equipped with mule
pens, horse stalls, horse power and
machinery shelters. Two big cis
terns have a capacity of over 1,000
barrtlsof water, aud wells add to
convenience, while trickling down
the hills are rivulets.
Jn the paddocks are some flue colts
from Duplex and Hal stock, and iu
the pens ilftv strapping mules are fat
tenine. Sleek cattle roam arouud
and Chester White and Berkshire
hogs go a grunting, while poultry add
to the farm chorus.
The Gresham Stook Farm shows
progress, neatness and pleuty. W. R.
Gresham is au untiring worker.
When I met him he was mixing mor
tar, and in him it seemed quite gen
tlemanly. He is as happy always as
a summer's day is long, and is an
. other Maury county farmer who has
made farming earn him a compe
tency. He came back from the army and
the let Tennessee C-valry without as
much as a nlckle. He meant to have
kept the Jeir Davis dollar he got at
the surrender, but lost it; he Is now
worth many thousands.
It M i i '
T T ' TrsiiOSCy I to see the object In question which ""be I JENNIE'S
I 111 ' I. II, , W !vSCS2Sl held in his hand. It was a country
1 I 1 I I ffTln fl m. A fJK?6s6 newspaper published at an interior Ken-
Tf -r 1 ' 1 L I ft t 7CA- frame of the little cabin shaking in tne ? & mrMW'J
HI &MS J$SC) , wind seemed to emphasize his state- fflmJ5,
ft rf ..rjo j- i n- rev s- ' r . i wr-T:m-iJ?
Uyi , yw, Z&3-1 -t-AJS "She may be alonff-who knows?" He
i, 1 msS&JkMUS.
A Maury CounUTenii., Valley 11
lage. The nius Farms, Fast
Horseid Fat Cattle.
Hurricanes JTtiiles from Colum
Dia, on tne Je
aivision oi me
1j. &. JN. 14. 11
from the cree
ceiveu no umo
' 1 t A .. n-. A
h waters its field
aim me creeK,
k named after a dis
iich swept the water
from its bed i
pQt it Hying witn
Dig trees anar.
J top In company
That was lonV
i.iro. :nd Hurricane
now looks as
ilit a me cairn ol
DUUlUiCl T V C ' ,
There are sinie vex pretty residen
ces in me vuiag-r-i.-juiuing mug
H- S. Thomos, IXe A. L. Tho
Thomas Dout'l8r,i railwav en
trineer, and the lixfrrick mansion of
Colonel D. ki. C4;-. of Nashville
That gentlemau 'i.fi- purchased the
property from i -uox . the (Jen
eral Freight A ge
who occupy twei
It has a cotton gi
ulation of 125,
ool house and
J lurch, the pas
v. M. Gray, of
tor oi which is t
JN early all
Jlajre is owned
by B. S. Thomi
s of about 240
mention of 1 ist
He owns three .sj
acres, and ho sole
fely his biggest
farm of 540 acres,
wood." He also
wu as "iUapie
property in Co-
lumbia wAch 1.
lSUOSrU oi. He
has a complete aWwjjh $3,000 stock,
iu which are hislbruj A. L. Thom
as, J. J. Wnlker.fan-f lis son Hardin
Thomas, and all fciept busy. He
also owns the seveiAy cotton gin
aud in fact has bull. . uf) pja,e, even to
the extent of puttilg ;0(j iQ the
school buildiDg. Tl .(Lieducatianal in-
stitutiou lias a very
The Principal is 1
P. W. Dodson,
father of Hall
won, oi iietneii
House Columbia r
if. ana the music
teacher Mrs. L. 1
4i3, who is a very
li. S. Thomas if I
jat lover of our
e aui cow, and
nimals in his
dumb friends, th$0
he has mar v no
stables and barn
of Tom Ha!, Jr.,(rj
I'.rnivn lf.il and I
lalf brother to
ather oi some
splendid cilts IQi
through Miury con,
Aty. Tom Hal,
Jr., is a vry nauctome red roan.
with star and white fore and hind
foot. He li loa bnds high, weighs
1,0(W lbs.; l!frlTri years old, and
has paced d trial mile in 2:30.
A grand Ug horse is White Foot
Fie is 17'. linds hih and - gets oyer
the ground iu three(minutes. He is u
beautiful bh, k with one white fool
and a snip ind is Kentucky bred.
Hniriaia vmiH? cinilioi) f trreai
promise. Ris sire its Tom Hal, Jr.,
and his dam the nted New York
trotter and pacer F r W. he is a
handsome matron, t o4 sails along in
pacing 2:ii0, and troU'ug 2:30.
Another aristocratiw lady is a stand
ard bred trotter. HI) name is Rose
Hlackwood, by Hsfelwood, he by
Blackwood. There fre also on the
Thomas Farms nf&fy other pacers
and several handsf.ae youngsters,
who will give a good account of their
breeding and future -.raiuing, as Mr.
Thomas will soon have a fast half
mile track on his farm. I also no
ticed Durham and Jersey cattle,
Berkshire hogs and big brou: :e tur
keys. require a. L. 1 hoir as has also some
fin auimalM in "Susie Cheairs" a halt
sister to Bay Pilot; filly rr hers by
Tom Hal, which as three year old
showed a forty-six pacing - clip after
only six weeks handling; a yearling
sister showing remarkable speed.
Haywood & Hon are the horse
shoers aud general bUcksmiths here,
ana are experts in all kinds of iron
wo-k, and with the
the song of content
happier than the da
Side of FiEpre
TA Y, stay, old
gray be ard.
Father Time I
Give ear a mo
thee. I've sung thee oft
Now I would
fui down yuur crooked scythe and glass,
To rest you here a minute.
A New Year soon will come and rasa,
With you and I both In It.
I hope to 'scape obllvlon'9 mawj
You will, I'm pretty certain,
TJnlesH eternity should draw
The universal curtain.
We're chums, you see (don't look so stern).
Both smitten with death's cancer.
And these tow things that I would lean,
If you're polity, you'll answer.
What brlngest thou with this New Year,
This annual to-morrow?
Nay, nay, speak out, l'U shed no tear
Though It be death and sorrow.
Post bring me wealth f I am not mean.
And yet, I must confess It,
For Bomewhat more than I have seen
I'd Idas your hand and bless it.
Or Is It-fame? Ah, that V faith
Were kindness beyond measure.
For though she's but a fickle wraltk,
Her smile gives all men pleasure,
Or lovo, perhaps? Life is stwh wo
When hearts are sad and lonely.
Bring my lost love of long ago.
Oh, bring me her, her only I
Nay, thou art deaf? Then get thee off I
Grief makes the proud heart stronger.
Come Joy or grief, at thee I scoff.
And I may live the longer I
ZEB'S NEW YEAR'S CALL.
ANT to learn
'inj a lesson, did
"Yaas, an' In
a way that'll
fellers out o
whlp as he
ppoke, and the
which he was
. v x
mmmtni onioklv SDrani forward
"Th" pivn'll ho ready, I s'pose?" half
shrieked Uio other, as he followed after.
Then coming closer, ho continued,
while tho two ponies loped lazily over
tho prairie "In course th' thing hez
got ter t3 put a stop to."
"An' Zeh's hein' sick, too, makes it
worse. Thar he is at Mangel's cabin on
his back while all th' fellers are busy
see in u.-. k.neir came, an ti";;
s'poses his claim is all right, speshuliy
at this time o' year, right in dead win
ter an' a blizzard likely tor come up
any minute. Hut all to onoo he looks
over 'cross th' prairie an' what duz he
see but smoke comin' from th' chimbly
of his cabin. Some pesky claim-jumper
thinks he's got a bonaiizy; but don't
yer fergit thet they'll be some mighty
interestin' fun in th' nighborhood of
th4 cabin ter-morry."
It was an intensely cold, still and
painfully clear winter's morning wjhen,
according to programme, tho knot ot
settlers gathered at Mangel's for their
Git on, fellers," called tho loader,
and all swung into their saddles. As
they did so a pale figure rode from the
"Why, Zeb, you'ro not going! ex
claimed Mangel. -You ain't well
i.v-,. t m " ronliGd that individual.
"It's my f uneraU an I'm goln to hev a
wort in it." , t n
"D'vo know what day It is, boys?"
snddenly asked Mangel.
"Sat.nrdau responded some one.
-M ,r.f- fhaf- ink of th voar. It's
am thm this pre's a New Year's
calC" said Zeb, and he laughed in
feehla kind of wav.
The others iolned him, and all thought
of happier New Year days passed In the
old homes, far from tho Dralrles.
Zeb seemed most pensive of all, and
did not look ud until the leader sudden
lw remarked: Thev's a storm oomin'
A gray mist had risen in the north and
was rarndlv approacHing. i.ne men
knew that it iceant the terrible bliward
In which neither man nor beast Is aura
But they were approaching the house.
tiui hurried on.
MTh' fcllor is late gittin' up," noted
ono, as the little oaVvacado drew nearer.
"Whv. bo's pone!" said Zeb. "I'm
afraid they ain't nobody ter home ter
mwlrfl our call."
' Th M i.jiArd'H first fierce breath struck
them as he spoko, and before they could
dismount the fine, feathery flakes of
t,w were covering their coarse coats
with white. ,
"If they've gone out In this storm
"It's th' end of 'em," completed a com
ann "Hut let's hurry, bo vs. Hustle
in an' we'll warm a little an' skip fer
They needed no urging, and in a mo
ment all were huddled around the
arthn flre-olace which did duty at one
.r. nt thA pahin for oooklnjr and heat-
Zob betran picking up
some papers to light a fire. Suddenly
, Dtr.nd. and. faint and weak as he
--rr-- . , , ,
was from his recent uiness, no
kimnat trhostlv in his trtpidatlon.
"Did did any ot you f oilers bring
this here?" ha aaked, alowly, and with
COLUMBIA, TENNESSEE, THURSDAY,
to see the obiect In Question which he
held in his hand. It was a country
newspaper published at an interior Ken
tucky town, and ho was pointing to. an
address label on the margin. It read:
"Ilaniford, Mary E. Jan. 1, '89."
"The camper must hev left it here,"
Zeb muttered as if speaking to himself.
"I thought she was dead years ago, an
this is only two months old. Boys," he
exclaimed, with a sudden burst of ener
gy, "we must catch that camper."
"No, Zeb, we can't now; the storm's
gittin' too bad," replied Mangel. The
frame of the little cabin shaking in the
wind seemed to emphasize his state
ment. "I say we muttf" was Zeb's response.
"She may be along who knows?" He
strode through the door and vanished in
tho sleet clouds without. -
"lie mustn't go like that, him eiok so
an' all," spoko a stoop-shouldered Ver
monter known as McNash.
"Kerrect, but we'll all perish in this
blizzard ef we follow him. 1 don't know
ez We kin git homo anyhow," replied
Mangel. "Yit we'll try," he concluded,
leading the way to the bunch of poniea
Zeb was a spock on the south-bound
wagon trail, and they rjiced with the
wind toward him.
All th' wagin's goes this way," he
thundered above the noise of the storm
when they had overtaken him.
They spread far apart and galloped
- . ... t a i 1
on. Z.eb lea tnem. e seemeu so uvo
an. unerring instinct that was taking1
him to the object of his search.
And it was a true one, for as they
dashed down a slope Into one of those
draws," or ravines, that cross the roll
ing prairies in every airecuou tuey
came on . a travei-atainea prairie
schooner, or covered wagon, seeking
shelter behind a straggling group of
sunflowers, while a team was shivering
Zeb leaped from his panting caiouse
and threw back the curtains that closed
the end of the wagon's covering.
For an instant his eyes were unable
to pieA;e the Bemi-darkness and then he
saw the ill-defined figures of an elderly
man and a woman. .
Ilalf dazed, they sat up.
"Maryt" called Zeb, feeling rather
than seeing that his heart's wish was
Her answer was not distinguishable
but in a moment tho rescuer was inside
the wagon, chafing her numbed hands,
while the others were doing a like serv
ice for the father.
"We must git back to th' cabin, boys,"
said Zeb. "We'll freeze here. They're
half froze, now."
"All of us can't stay thar," spoke up
the Vermontor. "Mangel kin help ye,
an th' rest of us'll slope for our shan
ties." This was agreed to, and before the
ponies and their riders were entirely
out of sight over the bluff, Zeb was driv
ing the team of tho campers at a rattling
pace toward his olaim.
It was two days before Mangel could
return home, but life was not unpleas
ant in the cabin with the campers' stores
for rations. And then to see Zeb's hap
piness was something.
"Just to think, Zeb," said Mary, as
they were bidding Mangel good-bye,
"that for ten years I had thought you
as good as dead and you were certain
that I was and to find mo and father
on the way to brother Tom's as you did
it is like a novel."
"Onlv I ain't auite so pretty ez I used
to be," put in Zeb.
"While I am an old maid of well. I
wont tell how many years," laughed
ZKB TUHKW BACK THE CtfRTAJN.
Mary. "And you took us for olaim
Waal, aim, vou iros tu tiaiii
Mansel." turning to his comrade, tU
th' boys to oomo over ter-morry. xnoya
ter be a weddin here, ain't there, Mary r
Ttut Marv bad fled Indoors.
The wedding was held, however, and
the claim-jumpers stayed on Zeb's claim
at least one of them did.
And the proprietor never objected.
Indeed he is frequently heard to boast
of the pleasure resulting from his strange
New Year's call.
Charles Mobeao IIaboeb.
S Lwkd Up th Address.
Can I see Santa Claus?" asked the
small bov. entering Fogg's toy-store.
"He's not here, sonny, returned tne
old man, kindly. " VV hy do you look for
him In mv olaco?"
"Well, I saw your name on the wagon
be sent me, and I thought l migni ge
Mm to trado it for a pair of skates."
Good Reasoa Wfcy.
Mamma Well. Willie, what good re-
sol vo are jou going to make for the New
Willio I won't fight with Johnny any
Mamma I'm very orlad my little son
sees how wrong and sinful it is to fight.
Willie Yes'm. He always licks me.
Ths SUly Girls.
"Girls are no good anyway," said lit
tle Johnny; "they ain't got any sense."
"How's that?" asked Merrltt.
"Because," was the reasonable reply,
as soon as their stockings get big
enough to hold a lot of things they Ptop
hancin? them ud. Judtre.
A Chrinima Echo.
Judge (to prisoner) You were seen
by the officer, sir, dodging aoout vu
back streets aud evidently trying to
avoid 'meeting any one. You were tnere-
.rroatnd hv said officer on wo
nho.ro-e of beinff a suspicious charaoter
Tiut. bo that as it may, as you ppe
h a. rosoectable person, I will discharge
vou from the custody of the court u yuu
can elve a satisfactory reason for your
susdIcIous actions wtien arresteu.
Prisoner (broneniyj i i wa
intr vonr honor. lor tne nrst wmw
necktie, a Christmas present uvui-
wifA. and I was afraid to m-meer
a n tt -
.TnfliTft (nromDtlv ana aecisivcij, uu
visibly affected) The prisoner has tna
sincere sympathy of the court ana
honorablv discharged. Life.
Piles! Tiles! Itching Piles!!.
Symptom: Moisture; intense itching
md stintrine: most at nignt; worse oy
If allowed to continue tu-
mors form, wuicu oiwu uioou urar
ate. becoming very sere. Swayne'a
r . i 1 ,i i i
Ointment stops me itciiiiiK uiewu
ing, heals ulceration, and in most cases
removes toe-vp""'" a ""khmm,
bvmcil, for oO cents. Dr. fciwsyne &
Bomewhat Original New Year's
(Introductory Note. Tne author desires to
call the attention of the reading public to the
following New Year's novelette, and to prepare
tkem for the surprises that await them In case
they should decide to read it
HERE is, for In
iar to the read
ers of Christmas
and New Year's
novels, who is
my novelette by
his complete ab
sence. I refer
to the aged
tramp who has
days, and who
lects this sea
son of the year,
when everybody else is in a good humor,
to eo out in the snow and die of a
hemorrhage, listening to the chimes.
eto. The ooor, old man has been thus
utilized ever since. I can remember,
and I have assumed the responsibility
of commutinsr his sentence, so to speak.
There is another individual who will
not be allowed to figure in my novel
ette. I refer to" the missing prodigal
son who turns up on New Year's eve
while hia mother Is wondering where he
la. He has reformed and has come
home to see how the family is fixed for
veaL This year, if I can prevent it,
hia mother and father will not olasp him
to their bosom.
It is usual for many great literary
writers to assure the public that the
story is a true one. Here, too, I pro
pose to deviate. My story is a lie out of
the whole cloth. Nothing like it ever
has. or ever can occur. I intend to be
strictly original, even at the risk of hav
ing my article returned. (.signed)
I had loved Jennie Finklepauga
from mv earliest infanoy. We went to
the same school in a New England vil
lage, and passion increased so rapidly
that wbn I had reached the age ot
eleven I made up my mind to propose
on tho first opportunity. She was one
of a. numerous family of children, but
she was the only one I cared for. The
opportunity to propose occurred on New
Note It really occurred much later in
the season, but as this a Now Year's
novelette I have mendaciously stated
that it occurred on that day.
There was a children's party at the
Finklepaugh mansion. I watched my
chance when nobody was looking, and
having coralled Jennie in the hall, I
took her little hand in mine, and said
firmly in a tremulous voice:
"Ahem! Miss Finklepaugh, I desire
to ask you a question upon your answer
to which my future depends. 1 love you
with an ever-increasing intensity, and
fain would call you my wife. Let us
wed, and I will come and live with your
folks, for my cruel father might oppose
our union. What dost thou say?"
As is obligatory in such cases, she cast
down her eves, and replied:
"I think pa has got enough children in
his family already.
This reply was not as encouraging as
it. miirht have been, but when she
taunted me with my poverty, saying in
cold, bitter accents that she would never
wed the man who was not able to provide
her with a sealskin sacque, I began to
Bmell "a mice," I did not leave the
house indisrnantly until after I had done
Justice to the eatables. I must have eaten
ahont. seven wounds of ice cream and
delicacies, after which I went to New
York and plunged headlong into the
wild excitement of Wall street specula
tion. I became immensely wealthy and
had pie for breakfast, but the lovely face
of my first love was not even then out of
After many years I returned to my
native village I wore such good clothes
that, nohndv rococrnized mo. in tne
meantime Jennio had married Bill
Boozle. a school-mato of mine, and they
had a lario family of children. Hill had
turned out bad, and spent all his leisure
hours (twenty-four each day) in playing
cards for whisky straights. I went to the
villago grocery. Ily a strange coinci
dence, as is usually the case in rnew
Year's novels, it was N ew Year's eve once
more. It was not the same New Year's
1 1 THINK PA HAS ENOUGH C-HILiKUta u
HIS FAMILY ALREADY.
when I proposed to Jennie, but rour-
teen years later.
Yps. there was 1!1U Boozie, wun
nose lookinff more like a Chinese lantern
than a human organ or smell, playing
cards with his boon companions, and he
seemed to be tho booniest of the gang,
All at once I saw Jennie. She entered
all at once. But. O. how changed, and
for the worse! She went up to him and
said: "William, where i3 that sealskin
sacque you have been promising me for
a New Year's ffift for the last ten
He didn't know waereit was. jenmn
turned and went out with a look of such
intense anguish on her features that I
half-way felt sorry for her husband,
when I thought what was in store foi
. Uki, h want home where sne
11 tAllr to him more freely.
When Bill's boon companions nearu
how he had deceived his wife they De
come indignant, and threats of lynching
were freely indulged in. uno u'
u!7.ea a missile, and before I could stay-
his arm he hurled it with all bis force
at the Inattentive husband. It struck
him with full force on the head, and
the next moment his head and shirt
were covered with crimson gore. He
had been struck by an over-ripe tomato.
Note. Authors of novelettes are
warned that a patent for this startling
climax has been applied for.
The storm of indignation assumed
Buch dimensions that Bill Boozle rose
to his feet and staggered out of the
grocery, ene of the revellers giving him
a parting kick that raised him off the
ground. I followed him. He mean
aanxI on hoth Bides of the road in a rig-
aag fashion peculiar to men who take
too many whisky straights. He was
croimr to the railroad station. I kept on
Dursuinir him. He evidently contem
niatAii t.hmvin? himself under some
. niacin tr train. Then he changed Ms
mind and started in the direction of the
ttttiAA. In a moment t had divined
JANUARY 1, 1891.
idea of throwing himself under the lo
comotive as too uncertain. He was go
ing to adopt a mode of death which.
while more painful, would be absolutely
sure. ' He was going to eat a kiln-dried
raEroad lunch counter sandwich. ,
Jvsfc as he was reaching out for the
fatal sandwich I grasped his suicidal
frn and led him away where I (rave him
my catid and told him that I had come
to savthlm and Jennie from a fate
worse tKan death.
Bill w&s surprised, but he consented
to abstain from sandwiches for the pres
ent. I asVed him how hia wife was
"ureat iwavensj" ne exclaimed, -"Brie
is starving V death for a sealskin saoque.
It's all my twit, for she is an angel of
goodness. N'Ver a harsh word from
her lips. LePVne go and eat the fatal
"Bill," said V "they are not healthy
when indulgeain to excess. I'm your
friend, and 1'vt.yot tho money to help
you and Jennl Here is $o00 for a
sealskin sacoue Ko:-Jennie. Here is
$1,000 more to got some wet groceri,
etc.. to celeorate tnis aew x ear sr.,.
Tell Jennie you rung in a cold deck c I
your boon companions. Wipe that toVj
mato off the back of your neck. All A
ask of vou is that you swear off on
whisky and cards."
There was a happy gathering m the
Bill Boozle mansion that New Year's
Bill's swear-off held good. Not a
drop of whisky passes his lips, lie
takes bottled beer and gin nzzes in
stead, and instead of cards I give him
tips on the Wall street market. Jennie
is as happy as the day is long, parading
the Btreets in that sealskin saoque.
And I am a welcome guest at their
house. My appearance Is a signal
for a burst of delight from the children.
We are all happy, so I will ring down
the curtain before something happens
to mar the tableau.
Note. I desire to call the attention of
the reader who has waded through the
foregoing to the fact that I have kept
my promise oi writing a story oun
tho usual line, variety is the sploe ot
life. Alkx. E. Sweet.
Author of "Jennie's Lovers," etc.
Wanted to Please.
"What would you like to nave for
Christmas?" asked De Brute of his wife.
"I haven't made up my mind yet."
"A sealskin sacque?"
Or a pair of diamond earrings?"
"That would bo lovely I"
"Or a silk dress?"
"I need a new dress very much."
"Or a nice pair of new shoes?"
"The old ones are getting rather
"We 11 let it be a pair or snoes, tnen.
I wanted you to be pleased, though,"
la not Water.
Riebv Why so glum, old boy?
Digby We had a Christmas-tree at
our House last nifrnt, ana dv muaito
when I was piving out the presents I
gave a nice diamond pin, that my wife
tntonrted for me. to mv cousin who is a
namesake of mine.
Rio-hv Whv don't vou explain it to
Dlcrhv I can't: h9 sailed for Europe
this afternoon before 1 had a ohanoe.
and my wife has beon nagging me evei
ginao. Judge. -
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A Sods of Christmas.
Bins; a eon of Christmas,
StocWngs full of toysl
Just the tniig to pleass us
Little girls and boys.
How they all are emptied;
Lots for me anl you.
Wasn't that a pretty thing
For Santa Clans to dot Judge.
After Church on Christmas Day.
The Rector You seem unusually hap-
DY this morning. Miss Alice the joys t
Christmas, I presume
Miss Alice Yes, the toys oi Christmas.
I received twenty more presents that I
mrra Isn't tnat enoujru to maa.o uro
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