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mas to yon all!
Resounds like mu
Bio oa the air;
Silent the mows
of winter fall.
floirers are ev-
' W!th.ln.Ur they blossom say.
And shed their fragrance free and far;
Tis always so on Christmas day.
In memory of His golden star!
The race of man had waited lone
To see that lily in the sky
TJr Pertwt nngel-sonft-.
Of peace to earth and praise on high."
Oppressive night of Erp lay.
Till with Its glow lore's star arose;
In hope and cheer of Chrlstmss day.
The yearning centuries found repose!
Twas like the change the morning brings.
Awaking men to dnty bright;
Twas like the song the bluebird sings
Of lovely spring and her delight;
"Twas like the coming of the May.
Refreshing age. rejoicing youth
So beautiful was Christmas day
In its creative hope and truth!
The Heaven and earth we know are one;
God cares tor earth aa worlds above;
Wherever stars in peace look on.
There shineth His abiding love;
But nearer to our hearts there lay
A longing for the Man Divine.
And so there came the Christmas day.
And in the east His star did shine!
What tender tones of kindness sweet.
We speak because of His new birth;
In happiness the virtues meet
To tell His story to the earth:
Good will and peace have ample play.
Naught seems our paradise to mar.
Because it is the Christmas day.
And all the world beholds His star!
Our children shout and dance in glee:
Surprises sweet await this morn;
Like ships across the summer sea,
Good gifts to them and us are borne;
The holly glistens with Its spray.
The mistletoe makes mirth and cheer
It Is glad-hearted Christmas day.
The merriest day of all the year!
William Brunton. in Good Housekeeping.
HE poor woman
was in despair.
which she had
left Denver for
a. tour thronsrh the minincr towns had
jrone to pieces. The manager had
fled, and Mrs. Maynard, his leading
woman, known on the bills as "Miss
Etta Baker," sat in the cheerless min
ing1 camp hotel, her eyes red with
weeping and her brain almost dis
tracted. Her trunks, with others, were
"held in the stage office for the fares of
"the company from the last stand, her
TJnrse was empty, and she trembled at
crerr annrr achi nc sterj. fearing it
night be that of the rough-speaking
landlord, coming to give her notice
that she must vacate the room.
Mrs. Maynard was a widow with
one child, a sweet little flaxen-haired
cherub who had a child's part in the
play. Her late husband was an ap
parently well-to-do man, and at their
home in an eastern city they lived in
peace and plenty until the dread de
stroyer, pneumonia, left her a widow
at the age of twenty-one. After the
funeral of her husband she learned, to
her consternation, that his debts large
ly outweighed his property, and ere the
first great grief over his death had
been blunted by the hand of time, she
found herself homeless and penniless.
In the days of her girlhood and early
married life she had taken a promi
nent part in amateur theatricals, and
the talent she displayed in that line
had excited favorable comment and
had gained for her merited recogni
tion in the columns of the city press.
When left alone in the world and com
pelled to labor for the support of her
eelf and little daughter, her thoughts
naturally turned to the stage, and she
soon found herself enrolled as a mem
ber of a company bound across the
continent on a California tour. At
Denver she was taken ill and the com
pany was obliged to leave her there,
and when, after a long battle with
mountain fever, she regained her
strength, her money was exhausted
and she was without employment.
Then it was that an irresponsible
manager secured her services, with
the result above stated.
The weather was bitterly cold, and
the small sheet-iron stove in the room
occupied by Mrs. Maynard and her
daughter seemed incompetent to bat
tle with the keen temperature which
penetrated the thin walls of the rough
structure dignified with the name,
The Cosmopolitan Hotel." The par
tition walls which separated the dif
ferent apartments were of canvas
stretched on infrequent joists, and
reaching but little higher than the
head of a person standing erect.
'Midget," as the wee mite of a
daughter was called, sat near the stove
with a shawl thrown about herd"1icate
shoulders to protect them fro.a the
cold. Looking up into her mother's
tearful eyes, she said:
"Mamma, please don't cry so much,
for it makes me feel awful bad to see
your tears. I am sure God will not
forget us, for I prayed every time 1
woke last night for Him to take care
of up, and after I prayed I always felt
so good and happy, just as if I had
heard Him whisper to me that He
liearJ my prayers and would answer
Bless your trusting little heart,
you are a great comfort to me, Midget,"
the mother replied. "But for your
sweet, cheering words I would give up
all hope and pray God to take us both
some to your angel papa. We. have
only God to look to in our troubles,
slaughter, and we must not lose our
faith in thn dear Saviour whose birth
will be celebrated all over the world
to-morrow., - w
O, mamma, is to-morrow Chris
The little one had looked up with a
Hoick, aoyofnl glvtoo, then u she
w fl w W II
checKea the speech upon her" Hps a
shade of pain swept over her face and
her eyes drooped. The mother caught
the changing expression on the little
one's features, and her . heart welled
almost to bursting, as the tears - came
anew into her, swollen eyes. ' 1 a .
"O. mamma, don't please don't,"
Midget pleaded.. VI don't-eare about
Santa Claus .and won't hang up a
single stocking, for 1 know he would
never come to hunt me in this far
away place. He will look for me back
at home, and, when he finds I am
gone, will give my presents to some
little poor girL"
"Yes, you do care. Midget, darling,
but in your brave little soul you try to
hide your disappointment that it may
not grieve mamma. No, darling, I
fear good Santa Claus will not find
you this time, as he has done every
other Christmas since your birth, and
it breaks my heart to think you must
be so neglected."
"Don't you mind it a bit, mamma,
for 1 just ain't going to care. If you
will only smile and look happy like
you used to, it will please me more
than anything good old Santa could
bring me in his great pack."
The mother drew the little one to her
bosom and kissed her fondly, and she
started when a deep sigh.which Midget
tried in vain to repress, escaped from the
baby's breast. Her face wore a look
of desperate resolution as she released
her loved one and said:
"Midget, darling, you will hang up
your little stockings to-night, as you
have always done, and good Santa
Claus may come here when he visits
the few children in this dreary town.
I somehow feel that he will do so, and
when you go to bed to-night you must
ask God in your prayers to tell the
good children's friend where you are.
He may find you. darling, but if he
does not you must not grieve too
greatly over it. Mamma is going out
for a little while, and you must stay
close to the stove and try to keep
warm until she gets back. I will go
to the post office, and I may hear from
the Denver manager to whom I wrote
for an engagement. Good-by, baby,
and try to think that Santa Claus may
find you. even in this cheerless place."
If the thin muslin wall which sep
arated her room from the adjoining
one had vanished Mrs. Maynard would
have seen sitting near it a great big,
rough miner, with tears sparkling like
diamonds in his honest eyes. She did
not know that, as she left her room,
"Big John" Rogers, as he was known,
quietly arose and followed her from
the house and waded after her through
the deep snow in the street.
He saw her enter the post office, and
a few minutes later come forth again
with a look of distress and disappoint
ment on her face. She raised her eyes
to look about her. and he noticed that
they were full of tears, but, when just
across the street, they encountered
three gilded balls, her face brightened
and she seemed about to start toward
them. Then a cloud of pain swept
over her features and she stood with
SAME OJT TH
bowed head, as if irresolute. She
stood thus for several moments, then
her lips compressed, and, rapidly cross
ing the street, she entered the pawn
"Big John" read the story at a glance.
Some cherished keepsake was going.
In order that her baby daughter might
not miss the expected visit from Santa
Claus and how dear that keepsake
must be, for what an effort it required
to bring herself to the determination
to part with it. The warm heart of
the miner was yet swollen from the
conversation which he had heard be
tween the mother and daughter, and
he crossed over to tender his assist
ance, whan the shop door opened and
the woman came forth. Addressing
him, she said:
"Can you tell me, sir, if there is a
shop or store in the town where toys
and candies are kept? Such things
as children like for Christmas, you
The great-hearted miner was about
to tell her that he had overheard her
conversation with her little girl, and
that she must go right back to the
house out of the cold and have no fear
that Santa Claus didn't know his busi
ness, but her pretty, intelligent face,
musical voice and air of quiet refine
ment awed him, and he feared a ten
der of assistance and a confession that
he had been eavesdropping might of
fend her, so he bluntly answered:
"Yes ma'am. the big store right where
vou see mat awmn pacts a.i s.cn
She thanked him and walked hur
riedly away, and the miner entered the
" hat did teat woman put up here.
Sol?" he asked.
"A ring, Shon. A heavy gold ring.
worth not less than twenty dollars.
That woman vas a lady, Shon. and I
vas. aosrcT now 1 took de pledge from
her. She kissed it before she handed
it to me. and I baed you a hundred dol
lar it vas her marriage ring and she
don't got no husband some mora,"
"How much did you let her have on
"Two dollar. I told her she could
have five, but she didn't would take it.
She said she might not be able to raise
so much to redeem it."
".Now look here, Sol, you know me,
an' you know I wouldn't do anything
that's crooked," John said. "I'll give
you ten dollars for the ring, and I'll
promise you that the woman will wear
it in its old place on her finger to-morrow."
"Oh, my cracious, Shon, I couldn't
do dat. De ring is a pledge und I vas
responsible for it, und I don't vould
dare gif it to anybody but de owner.
Do you know the lady, Shon?"
The miner reflected for a moment,
and then in his old blunt way told the
man what he had heard through the
canvas partition. . His stroug voice
grew soft and mellow as he repeated
the little one's words, and a tear stole
down his bronzed cheek as he told of
the mother's grief and of her resolu
tion that her baby should not be de
prived of her Christmas pleasures.
Then he detailed his plans, and con
oluded by saying:
"Sandy Claws is on that little 'un's
trail, Sol, an' he's a goin' to run onto
her camp in great shape, an to-mor
row mornin' when she wakes up that
ring ought to be among the stuff she
finds in her stockin's."
"Holy Moses, Shon. dat vas a gray
horse mit some more colors. Dat vas
different, und you baed your lifetime
dat ring vill be dere, und you dond pay
me von cent, too. That two dollar
vill be my chip in mit the poys. Und
see here, Shon. dere's a leetle beauti
ful ladies' gold watch that I brought
here from Denver mit my first stock of
goods und it's so shmall dat nobody
won't buy it in dis camp, und dat goes
mit de ring for de leetle girl's Christ
mas, too. Und say, Shon, ven you see
all de boys und you don't got enough
yust bring me a shnow ball und I'll
lend you ten dollar on it und put Santa
Claus name on the ticket. I don't vas
a Skylock ven I vas a Shew, und don't
you remember it, Shon."
With the ring in his purse, the ring
placed on the woman's finger when at
the altar she took the name of the dear
one whom she mourned, John started
on a tour of the saloons and gambling
houses of the eamp. Quietly he told
the story to the listening groups. "A
woman in distress?" That was
enough for the generous warm-heart
ed miners congregated in the various
places, and th.. canvas bag John car
ried grew more and more corpulent in
proportions as he went his rounds.
Gold, silver and greenbacks came into
the fund from willing hands, and when
at nine that niht the tour was com
pleted, the ba? seemed almost burst
ing with its load of treasure. Return
ing to the hotel with a few compan
ions the miner had a consultation with
the landlord, which concluded with the
latter sajing, bluntly:
"Yes. take a knife an' slit the or
nery thinr. I kin have a piece sewed
over the hole.
During the early hours of the night
men moved softly about the hotel of
fice whispering mysteriously, or sat
near the stove discussing some matter
in low tones. The landlord's wife had
gone to the lady's room, ostensibly
for a womanly chat, but really on a
mission at John's request, and when,
an hour later, she silently glided into
the office a score of rough miners sur
"She is just going to bed," the wom
an said. "The poor creature is tired
and all worn out, and I induced her to
take a small dose of laudanum. She
will sleep like a top. The little girl is
sleeping soundly, and I assisted the
mother to place the few cheap pres
ents she had purchased in the little
stockings hanging on the back of a
chair near the bed. The woman took
hers off just before 1 came away, and
they are lying on her shoes near the
foot of the bed."
Along after midnight, had not Mrs.
Maynard been securely locked in the
arms of opiate-induced sleep, some
very mysterious transactions would
have met her eyes. She would have
seen honest old John's bewhiskered
face at the opening thus made, his
head cautiously enter, and his keen
eyes peer around in the dim light
which came through the window from
the winter moon. Then she would
have seen his burly form come noise
lessly through the opening, move cau
tiously to a chair and remove there
from the tiny, present-laden stockings.
She would have seen the great form
stoop and would have heard the
searching fingers moving over the
floor, and then have seen the miner
r.ssume a half stooping attitude, and
move away grasping the baby stock
ings in one hand and a pair of much
larger dimensions in the other. But
she sweetly slept on, unconscious that
her room had been invaded by a warm
hearted representative of Sauta Clu.
"O, mamma, mamma, wake up, I
want to tell you something. "
The widow started from her sleep.
"I had such a funny dream, mamma."
the little one said. "I dreamed Santa
Claus was in here, but he didn't look a
bit like our old Santa. He waa a great
big man with long black whiskers, and
he came to the bed and looked at you,
so pitiful. I could see hira in the
moonlight that came through the win
dow, and it didn't seem like I wu
asleep at all. He looked at you a lit
tle while and then at me, and I
dreamed I shut my eyes real quick, to
make believe I was asleep. He leaned
away over you and kissed me just as
easy as could be, and whispered 'God
bless you, dear,' and then when I
opened my eyes again he was gone.
Wasn't it a funny dream?"
The mother smiled at the queer re
cital, little dreaming that what Mid
get believed to be a vision of the night
had been a reality.
"If he was really here, darling," she
said, "he was no doubt hunting you,
and may have left you something.
Jump up and look at your stockings."
The little one needed no second bid'
a a .
ding, one was on me com noor in a
moment, and through the gray light
of the early dawn the motber watched
"O, mamma! Mamma!"
A smile of pleasure came over the
mother's face at the cry of delight.
Every pang it had cost her to give up
the ring she so prized was softened by
the happiness which elung to her dar
"Well, what did you get, baby?"
"A watch, a real gold watch, a little
teenie watch, and it's running."
"A what, Midget? Why. child, is
your brain turned? Santa Claus never
brings gold watches to poor children.
"Oh, he did, mamma, he did, he did.
and there's something in your stock
"In my stockings? Why, my darling,
are you crazy?"
"No, mamma, it's a real watch, and
it is ticking. Just look."
She ran to the bed with the treasure
in her hand. The mother took the
tiny time-piece, and her eyes opened
wide with wonder when she found that
Midget's words were true.
"Here are your stockings, mamma.
and they are so heavy I can hardly
carry them. I just believe I did see
Santa Claus, and wasn't dreaming at
The mother reached for the stock
ings, and when she felt the weight
and it flashed across her mind that
they were freighted with money, she
held her breath in astonishment. She
poured the treasure out on the bed.
Gold, silver and greenbacks, wealth
she had never dreamed she would pos
sess, and in the shining heap lay her
wedding-ring, with a note attached.
Opening the paper, she read:
"Madam. When you Think sandy
Claws forgits peepel thats in trouble,
You ar off yure base, fur He nose his
biz, andsodus Big John, even if he
doant want you to no He done This,
and i rite it an Slip it in unbenone to
Him, for he Herd you and yure babby
talk an node your trubble, an the boya
node Thare biz, too. Big John is the
oanly sandy Claws in this Here camp.
vures, The proprieter."
Scarcely knowing whether she was
waking or dreaming, the woman has
tily arose and dressed herself, and
taking the little girl by the hand went
to the hotel office. The moment they
entered Midget cried out:
"Oh, mamma, there's the Santa Claus
I saw in my dream! That large gentle
man with the whiskers. Wasn't it
The big fellow attempted to run
into the street, but the landlord
caught him and pulled him back. He
blushed like a schoolgirl as he faced
the wondering woman, and blurted
"Ma'am, don't mention it, if you
please. Me an' the boys found outj'ou
was in trouble, an we just got together
an' pulled you out as Christians had
ought to do."
"It's jest like this, ma'am," the land
lord said. "John, yar, is a big, bash
ful feller when thar's a woman in
sight, an' he made us all swar we
wouldn't never let you know whar' the
lift came from. It's all right, ma'am,
and you kin pack up an' go to yer
friends lest as soon as you want to, an'
in a year you'll forgit you ever had a
bit o' trouble in yer life. We're all
only too happy to make you a merry
Christmas, ma'am, and we all hope
you may have many more of 'em."
"O. sir. how can I ever thank you
for this," she said, addressing John.
I was indeed in great trouble,
But he had escaped from the door
and ran blushing down the street.
Later in the day he met Mrs. Maynard
and conquered his modesty enough to
hold quite a long conversation with
her. It was observed, too. that he as
sisted her on the stage when she smil
ingly bade adieu to the camp, and waved
his hat enthusiastically as the driver's
whip cracked and the vehicle bowled
A few mon tns later at their old nome
in tne east, jmaget saia to a iitue
"I'm going to have a new papa pret
"Who? her companion asked.
"Big John Santa Claus. I don't
know his other name yet."
Capt. Jack Crawford.
Tom' 'Viir of It.
Now, what do you guess? But you could not
What Santa Claus did last night:
He filled our stockings up to the brim.
Piickinp them hard and tight;
And the dear old fellow would you believe
He planted a Christmas tree
And hung it thick with beautiful things
For Tommy and Kuth and me.
Tops and trumpets and drum and sled.
Marbles and bat and ball.
A shining locket and picture books.
And a curly-haired, brown-eyed doll;
Oceans of nuts and candies Oh:
If you had been there to see
All the treasures that Christmas bron&t
For Tommy and Ruth and me.
Tommy pa zed. with a sober face.
Then lifted his head to say:
There's plenty of boys and girls, I Know,
Who haven't a gilt to-day.
Why did he bring so much to us?
There's more than enough for three;
It isn't fair that so much should be
For Folly and Kuth and me.
Tis easy guessing. The dear old saint
Has piled up his treasures here
To give us three a glorious chance
To share in his Christmas cheer;
So. with lovingest hearts and open hands,
We'll try our best to see
How quickly we can divide them all
Folly and Kuth and mo."
A Possible Explanation.
Dimples (examining her new Christ
mas doll) Buddy, how do you s'posa
Santa Claus got pieces just like
mamma's wrapper to make dollie's
Buddy I don't know 'less maybe
. - . ,
.airs, sania uans ouys remnants
Harper's Young People.
"Now, Tommy, you must remem
ber that it is more blessed to ive
than to receive." "Yes, I know, mam
ma," said Tommy. "But I ain't self
ish," Harper's Bazas,
In view of the application , of the
trolley to canal traffic, it is interesting
to recall what improvements were at
tempted on passenger transportation
on American canals before railways
seized this part of the business. Seth
C. Jones, of Syracuse, built about sixty
years ago an improved canal packet,
designed to run from Syracuse to Buf
falo, a distance of ninety-five miles, be
tween breakfast and supper. The boat
was drawn by horses, and on her trial
trip, with forty or fifty passengers, she
made nearly twelve miles an hour. It
was asserted that going at this speed
she created smaller waves and did less
damage to the banks than other boats
going at ordinary canal speed.
Sff.00 to California
Is price of double berth in Tourist Sleeping
Car from Kansas City on the famous
"Phillips-Rock Island Tourist Excursions."
Through cars on fast trains leave Kansas
City Wednesdays via Ft. Worth and El
Paso, and Fridays via Scenic Route. Write
for particulars to G. D. Bacon, G. A. P.
D., 106 N. 4th St, St. Louis, Mo.
John Sebastian, G. P. A., Chicago.
Peasant (to chemist) "Got any codliver
oil" Chemist "Certainly." Feasant "Is
it fresh!" Chemist "Come, now, do you
suppose we are in the habit of killing a
whale every time a country yokel wants to
buy two penn'orth of codliver oil!" Meg.
A Child Enjoys
The pleasant flavor, gentle action and sooth
ing effect of Syrup of Figs, when in need of
a laxative, and if the father or mother be
costive or bilious, the most gratifying re
sults follow its use; so that it is the best
family remedy known and every family
should have a bottle.
Coubtenat "When you proposed to Miss
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Barclay "No, I couldn't; she was sitting
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Dropsy is a dread disease, but it has lost
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New York. Dec. 17, 1894.
CATTLE Native Steers t 3 50 5 20
COTTOX MiUdiiug 6g
PLuUK Winter Wheat 2 85 & 3 15
VVHKAT No. -i Ked. fti u 61
COKN No. 3. 53
OATS No. 3. 3KS 35X
POK1C New Mess 13 2a 14 00
COTTON Middling SH
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Meui.uu 44i fe 5 tO
HOaS Fairto iolejt 4 15 4 65
SHtiEP-FairtoOnoice 2 OJ 3 00
FLOUU Patents 2 55 M 2 65
Fancy to Extra do.. 2 05 2 40
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COKN No. 2 Mixed 46V4
OATs No. 2 G4 30
Kx"K No.3 52 54
TOiiACCO Lugs 3 50 10 0U
Lt-uf Hurley 7 u) & 16 00
HAY Clear Timothy 00 fo 11 75
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EUGa Fresh ' & 17
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UACON Clear Kib 6 63,
LAKi Prime Steam 6
CATTLE Shipping 4 25 6 45
HOtis Fair U Choice 4 25 4 65
SHEEP Fair to Choice 2 50 3 60
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Spring Patents 3 10 to 3 10
WHEAT No. 2 Spring &8Hfl 3v3C
No. 2 Ked : 54 M
CORN No. 2 9 454
OATS No. 2. (& VJ,
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HLKiJi All Grades 4 00 (is 4 65
WHEAT-No. 2 Red & 61
OATS No. 2 31 & 31
CORN No. 2 to 41
FLOUR High Grade 2 50 3 01
COKN No. 2 52 & 53
OATS Western t 37H
HAY Choice 18 00 & 10 50
PORK New Mess 4c 12 75
BACON Sides 4o 'X
COTTON Middling. ft 6)
WHEAT No. 2 Ked 54 55
COKN-No. 2 Mixed (ear) 44at 45
OATS No. 2 Mixed 324 St3j4
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IN all receipts for cooking
requiring a leavening agent
the ROYAL BAKING
POWDER, because it is an
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greater leavening strength than
other powders, will give the
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ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO,,
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gentleman asked to see me, and here it is
only youl" Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
Double the Quantity, Same Price.
Such is the highly important change made
by the proprietors of that standard remedy.
Perry Davis' Pain-Killer, for internal and
external use. This will be very acceptable
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"I set four pies out on the window sill to
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