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ft Store for tif titonnfdm * * * B'VE known him —not exactly intimately, but at a respectful distance —all my life. Ever since I was a boy (I'm ten now) lie's been to our house at Christmas, and 1 look on him as one of the cherished institutions of my youth. 1 picture him in a red coat trimmed with white fur stuff, and carrying v big sack of toys on his back, always quite full, which lie gives to good children. He's supposed not to give anything to the naughty ones, as 1 ye no doubt you know. Rot! When he hears they have been having a good tins, which nearly always amounts to the same thing an b«lag naughty, I bet ha winks his eye, and laughs all over his fat red face, and slaps his jolly round tommy, and says he was a boy himself once upon a time. 1 did think of trying the experiment of being simply as naughty as I could, just to see if he would pass me over. But I didn't try it on —he might have done so, and it wouldn't lime been worth it, ehl Be sides, I've discovered tlmt if you put in a fairly long ■pell of being good just about the time they begin mixing the Christmas pudding! (it's rather a strain just then), the bad and wicked past is forgotten, and the bit of good does for the whole year. You can al ways make up for it after Christinas. nrw| E—that is me and Dorothea and the others —want very much Oil to know where Hanta Claus lives, and how he gets there. Nurse says that all of the year he lives in the hills making toys, so as to be ready for Christmas, and then on Christmas eve lie tOBM down the chimney with them in his sack. We don't know where his address is in the hills, but we thought «c might try to find him on the night. \\'e looked in the cellar onee —at least, we began to, but we couldn't turn off the tap of the treacle barrel, and we got frightened because we heard a noise, and —well, the expedition and its consequences '-:' '' // the sock's inside Tiper, then we can hvng up Tiger; Santa Claus « ill understand." give me one. He replied that when I was a ln'ttcr boy he might, think about it. Then nurse read us a tale of a bad boy who was so wicked that his father cut him off with a shilling. But I'll bet he had a good time with that shilling. «mAD," I said to father, a little later on, "I am a bad, wicked boy, aren't It" Jjp "You are, my son," he replied, without looking up from his paper. "It's a sign of grace that you can see it." "Well," I replied, "then you might as well cut me off with a shilling." He put down his paper. "Why!" he asked. "Because I want to buy a steam roller with it," I answered Tie laughed, but it didn't raise a steam roller. In my stock ing I got a ball bearing top, which is a jolly difficult toy to play stean. rollers with. If I had been able to let Santa Glaus know how dull of comprehension the governor was, he might have given me one himself. However, he gave me some pink and white sugar-coated al monds, and as I wanted to return good for evil I offered the gov ernor one. "Dad," I said, "would you like a sugar-coated almond!" "Thank you, my son," he replied. "What sort—pink or whitef" "Oh, I'll have a pink one," he replied. I gave him one. "It's a white one," he said, as he put it in his mouth. "Yes," I answered; "but it wasn't till I'd sucked it." j(\ XE Christmas Dorothea found sixpence in her stocking, Qj7 wrapped in a piece of paper, with '' For Dick and Dorothea and the others" written on it. She dutifully dubbed up my bit In the morning Aunt Jane, who was staying with vi, •aid: "Dorothea, did you give your brothers and sisters their share of the sixpence that Santa Claus gave yout" "No, auntie; but I gave Dick half," replied Dorothea, LOS ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY MAGAZINE Hunting for Santa Claus L> if 11 V weren 't a success. Then we tried the bedroom chimney. We were all too fat to Ml thronfh the hole, but we put baby up with strict in structions to bring him back if he was there. Nurse said if she hadn 't got there five min utes before she did that poor mite would have ban sj.iflicated. As it was, baby didn't bring down 'anything but soot, which was in its mouth and hair and all over its face and dress and hinds, and it looked as though it had bad ■ rotten time, though not nearly so bad as we had soon afterward. The only time we ever saw Santa Glaus was when we were creeping out on Christ mast eve to get just a few bits of the tipsy cake wo had seen on the sideboard —and we peeped over the bannisters and saw him coming up. We scuttled back into bed like lightning, in case he should see us and stop our toys. The reason why we want to fincj out where he lives is because we could save him a lot of trouble by letting him know exactly what toys we want. For instance, it must be jolly heart breaking for him to make a lot of ballbearing tops when we want steam rollers. I wanted a steam roller last Christmas. As a matter of fact, I had wanted one nearly all the year, ever so long before I asked the governor to Illustrations by the Author. tBo I tied Tiger up in a towel I tied the towel to the bed. But struggled so, mid shook the bed, t he woke baby, and he burked and baby cried, and the whole show was given away. I did an awful lot of explaining, but it was all no good. I might as well talk to the wall as talk to nurse when it m a matter of baby. However, Santa Olaus turned up trumps, and put a rattle and a pacitier and other funny gear into the odd m.ck; and he evidently did not mind me, because he came down with v Bet of carpenter's tools on a card. It is my belief that it is only grownups he can't stand. We cau be as bad a 8 we like, really, and it doesn t matter. "We put the baby up the chimnry with itrict injunction* to briny back Santa Claus if he were there." OpOR the fact is that, as long as I have known him, he has never given the gov- JJ ernor a thing. I believe it is because grownup people can 't see a joke—to them things ure naughty (ir they an> good, liut never funny. Still the gov ernor's a good sort, ax |WtU«l go, and we thought it jolly hard lines on him that he should be left out in the cold by Santa Clans while we were having such a gund lime. Ho we thcught we would fill his stocking for him. Wo went into hi» dressing room and rummaged his chtst of drawers till we found an enormous pair of stockings. We undid them and took them into his bedroom. ''What are you gotuj to put in themf " asked Dorothea. "Some of your toys," 1 replied, promptly. Dorothea objected. She said that dad, being a man, would not want girl '• toys, and he would much more likely prefer a boy 's. She thought I could give him HIM of mine, but in the end we decided to give him something useful. We hadn't any sweets because we had eaten them all, and the store cupboards being locked, we couldn 't give him any dates or figs or oranges. But we found a pot of jam in the nursery cupboard, and we decided that would do instead. We took the paper cover off and tasted the jam just to see that it was all right, and then we lost the cover, so we had to put the pot in the stocking without a lid. We found a gold watch on the dressing table, which made a fine present —just the thing old Santa Claus would have given him, and a classy shaving brush, and a pipe all black and yellow, and some studs, and two hair brushes without any handles to them, and we put them all into the big stocking. Then I hung the stocking on the end of the bed, but it wouldn 't stick up. It fell to the floor and made a loud crash, and when I picked it up again it was all jumbly, so that I was afraid something had broken. However, I didn't like to look, and besides, I thought perhaps ho would think Santa Claus had been in a bit of a hurry and had had an accident. Anyhow, ho would be jolly grateful at being thought of. As it wouldn't stay up we left it at the foot of the bed, where Santa Claus always puts our big things. But there's no pleasing some people. When I said I thought it was Santa Claus who had done it they said I was adding decep tion to my other wickedness, and that if Santa Claus had known what a wicked boy I was, leading my sister into mischief (I liked that!), breaking my father's watch and his best meerschaum pipe, and covering his hair brushes with jam, he would not have given me anything at all. Rot! I bet he knew, and that when he saw the governor's stocking he came near bursting with laughter. And after that they have the face to tell mo I am getting too big to hang up my stocking—just as I want a bicycle and a pair of roller skates. How to get them without Santa Claus I do not know. p. s,—Anyway, I know a thing or two more about Santa Clans than I have said above, because one night he dropped a first class season ticket to the city in our bedroom. Now that could not have been a present for pa's sock, could itf But no, I will not give him away; perhaps he might put me among the grown-ups, and T shouldn 't like that at all. Besides, there are lota of things I want first. Don't yout g '' We tatted the jam before we put it into tht ttocking." DECEMBER 19. 1909. Hilda Cowbam Aunt Jane beamed nil over her face. "And what did be Bay!" (the asked. "lie said it wasn't nearly enough fur two, and nothing at all for the others," replied Dorothea, "and that Hanta Claus had better brass up double next time if ho wasn't a stingy old beast." I don't know what it had to do with her, but she was jolly siiutTy with me, and said I was a very badly behaved little boy. Sure ly that is a matter between me and Santa Claus. NurHe hung baby's sockß upon the cot rail, or, rather, its little woolen boots, with "Empty as yet" pinned on them. I thought it awful rot to try to kid old Hanta Clans into giving toys to a thing that had not been uauglity because it did not know how, and had not been good because it had not had time to. So 1 undid one and let it fall to the floor, and Tiger (that is our dog) made a scratch sort of Biipper off it. "Oh, Dick, what have you done!" cried Dorothea. "Tiger's eaten baby 'a Hock, and now the poor little mite won't be able to j;et any presents from Santa C'lauß. But she did not know what an inventive chap I was. "If the Bock's inside Tiger," I gaid, "the ■implett tiling is to bMg up Tiger. He'll understand —trust old Santa Claus.''