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Good win's. Weekly I
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' Utah, U. S. A., as second-class matter.
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Telephones: Bell, 301; Ind., 302.
915-916 Boston Block. Salt Lake City, Utah.
J. T. Goodwin, Mgr. L. S. Glllham, Bus. Mgr.
! C. C. GOODWIN . Editor
Christmas Day
T1 OMORROW will be the real Christmas. At
midnight tonight the joy bells will usher it
once more to the world, and the devout
ones who listen will fancy they hear far off
t echoes of that first hymn to the night when on
golden axles the morning stars were all attuned
"to play the accompaniment as the sons of God
sang for joy. It is the most momentous anniver-
sary in history, indeed all others shrink to noth-
f- ingness by comparison, and the more the incidents
connected with it are read the more real they
seem, for what mortal who c?er lived could
frame such a story, in its simplicity and over
whelming majesty? More and more the world
is accepting it as the intelligence of men in
r crease their achievements more and more confirm
it. The electric light has exactly the component
parts of that light which was kindled by divine
command, when "darkness was upon the face of
the deep." It is the same light as was that soft
radiance which shone around the manger and
filled the night. The wireless when it on its own
currents brings in its messages from infinite
space, is but as was that message that fell upon
' the ears of the shepherds, only that wireless had
a voice. As one door after another of science
is opened and the treasures from each inner room
is brought out and examined, the relations be-
Itween this world and a higher world are made
more clear; and should another wireless with a
voice fall upon human ears, it would come as an
expected message.
Christmas is the most sacred of all annlver
VT saries save one. It is good to greet it with joy-
bells. All the splendors of harp and organ and
choir should be invoked; the stateliest service
possible is the day's due, for with its birth was
born to man a hope, the sweetest ever born, and a
j promise which links mortals with higher intelli-
III gencies, for it is a promise that when the poor
W tabernacles that hold our souls for a brief space,
1L shall rust and fall away, then this corruption
W shall put on incorruption and the final victory
V shall be now.
, T IS the season of gifts which always brings
I - I witn lt a great deal of PleuBUre a great deal of
l money. The pleasure is between those who
iare dear to each other, the money comes from
t mistaken ideas of the demands ,of society. It is
very sweet to receive gifts, no matter how simple,
from those wo love; it is far sweeter to send
gifts to those we love. The only real gifts are
those which carry with them a part or., .'eart
of the giver. ' tk
The perfunctory gifts that pass as a oy
duty, should be abolished they give nelth&, i)
sender or the recipient any good, for all tnv-ira-grance
has been leached out of them if they
carry any It Is a borrowed perfume.
When a gift is made to carry an obligation with
it, that is no gift at all; it is meant to buy the re
cipient or a portion of him or her, and often the
hated obligation rankles long after the gift is for
gotten. Gifts to pay debts are just as barren of all
good. We still retain within us a vast amount of
ancient barbarism. Sheba carried marvelous gifts
to Solomon. She had a double purpose. One was
to buy favor of him, the other, no matter how dis
guised, was through the woman's pride in her soul,
for its dimes to ducats, that when she superin
tended the packing of them, she was saying to
herself: "We will see if this king whom they
laud so much, can show any treasures finer than
The gift to an altar is a proper one, for it is a
mute witness that every man, after all, leans up
on a power which he cannot comprehend, but
which he would, with all his soul conciliate.
-The wise men laid gold, frankincense and myrrh
at the feet of the newly-born Redeemer, a token
of a devotion which they could find no words to
express. But a gift to an earthly potentate is not
a gift, rather it is in another way, an oath of alleg
iance to him, or a bribe to secure his friendship or
his clemency.
When the old farmer sends a Christmas turkey
to the President, down deep he wants to get a
nation-wide advertisement for all his other tur
keys. There are only two or three kinds of presents
that are appropriate. A florist in France pro
duced a new and beautiful rose. When Marshal
Neil returned, covered with honors from the
Franco-Sardinia Italian war, a great fete was
given him in Paris. Empress Eugenie, then in
the full splendor of her loveliness was present and
graciously received the Marshal. She was wear
ing one of these roses in her hair, and the Mar
shal begged to know the name of the flower. The
empress with all her grace detached the rose
and placed it in the button hole of the Marshal's
coat, and as she did so said: "It shall be called
Marshal Neil" Rose" and since then it has always
borne the name. The marshal is dead, the de
throned empress is a lone, joyless woman, but the
rose blossoms regularly as though the grace of the
gift had given perfected life and fragrance.
When a man folds a treasury note, puts it in
a plain envelope and directs it to some poor man
or woman who may be anxious to give his loved
ones a Christmas dinner, that is a gift which be
gins to pay compound interest for time and for
In he ordinary sense the only real gifts are
those that go from friends to friends. A gift that
carries no love with it, is tasteless, sightless and
has no fragrance, no matter how costly lt may bo
there is no soul in it.
A gift that goes with a full heart with it, no
matter how simple it may be, carries with It a fra
granco sweeter than the altar-perfume of Persian
roses, an aroma as delicate as that which lingers
on lips moistened on old tokay wine.
A gift Is nothing unless the heart of the giver
goes out with the gift.
The Story Of A Soul , I
THE reviewers tell us that one Jean Christophe f H
of Paris has written a story on the above H
theme; that seven volumes have been pub- H
lished and three more are to come, which the I H
cirtics say is more fascinating than Robinson L H
Crusoe, more versatile and higher than Les Miser- 1 H
ables one of the most remarkable novels ;H
France has ever published. Only here and there H
Is an extract from the book given by the review- ; ji H
ers, and from them no judgment can be given ; H
of either the power or the sweetness of the J
book, and no one seems able to tell much of the jj M
author except that he Is a musician and has writ- M
ten several books, none of which have attracted fjl
attention. One writer says "he has found him- I
self" In this last production. We take It from l
the outlines given that the book is the story, of III
a life from birth upward; of a man with a great ''
hereditary musical gift, and we all will be anxl- 11
ous to see the completed volumes. But the re- ( H
views give another thought. Who can write the M
story of a soul? This Frenchman begins with H
the birth of a child, but when did the soul have M
its birth? He tells of the hereditary musical M
gift, but when did the gift have its birth and
where? In the child's parents the tabernacle nl
was found which fitted this soul for music, but it , M
was not born there. Where was the place of 1 M
its birth? Was it where all original music Is M
born? Had it a divine before a human birth? -M
And when the over-wearied man laid down life's Jl
burdens, and those who stood near said, "he is 11
dead," did the soul, released, return to its first 11
home? To the music and the divine lights and !
never fading flowers? H
Where is the magician who can tell us of that? 'H
Where is the wireless that can flash down to us H
the message with the long-looked-for answer to H
the question that vexes mortality and has vexed H
it since our first mother looked upon her slain H
son and asked the question: "Is this the end?" H
The only answers thus far vouchsafed were the H
implied one on that night of which this night will H
be the anniversary, and on that other day of H
which Easter is the anniversary. On these two H
events hang the hopes of mankind and when full 'H
faith Is given them, they contain all that man- H
kind needs, for they establish the direct connec- H
tion between this life and the higher one; they
magnify omnipotent wisdom, they exalt man to a H
station which links him with the highest and
insures to him the immortality which he covets. H
This French author tells a fascinating story H
of the passage of a soul through this small life H
of ours; when will the author come who can go H
back of him and tell us when the soul has its H
real birth, how the chains of mortality are weld- H
ed upon It, and the exaltation that follows when lM
the chains are finally broken and the freed sou'. M
seeks again its native sphere? M
The other day on the far-off northwestern ,fl
coast a great steamer freighted with gold and , M
with human lives was dashed by a storm on the jH
rock-ribbed coast. There was no mercy in wind Vm
or sea, and the ship lay pounding hopelessly H
upon the rocks. But out from that ship a mes- LH
sage was sent, a cry for help. Ships on their H
voyages caught it and turned and with all gpeed ' H
hurried to the rescue. It was caught on shore (V
and suddenly other ships cast off their lines and ,1
hurried out into the storm on the same errand. M

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